SSS-Class MILFs And Their Yandere Daughters, I Want Them All!-Chapter 338: Which Hole Do You Want To Use?

Fauna pulled back slowly from the tight embrace.

Her gaze then dropped to the throbbing erection still standing proud between them.

She swallowed hard.

The sheer size of it loomed in her vision, thick and heavy, veins pulsing faintly beneath the skin. The patches and sensors only made it look more imposing, like some sacred artifact now bound in ritual.

The thought struck her like lightning:

’Any moment now...I’m going to take this into my mouth.’

’Lick it. Suck it. Draw every drop of his seed from it.’

The image flooded her mind—her lips stretched wide, tongue tracing the ridges, cheeks hollowing as she worked him deeper, over and over, until he spilled inside her waiting throat.

Her body reacted instantly.

Heat surged through her pussy.

Her thighs clenched together involuntarily.

Fresh wetness soaked her already drenched underwear.

Her nipples tightened painfully against her bra.

And beneath the shame, beneath the lingering voice that screamed wrong, wrong, wrong...there was something else.

Excitement.

Eagerness.

She had long since accepted that certain feelings for Mika had taken root deep inside her.

Feelings a mother should never have.

And now, standing here, with Heaven’s Prescription demanding exactly what her body craved...she could no longer pretend those feelings didn’t exist.

They burned.

But she didn’t want him to see it.

Didn’t want him to know how much the thought alone made her ache.

So she kept her expression soft, hesitant—hiding the wildfire beneath.

Just then, Mika placed a hand thoughtfully on his chin.

"Actually..." He said slowly. "When you think about it...you really don’t have to suck it at all."

Fauna’s heart stuttered.

He continued casually, as if discussing the weather.

"I could just...finish into a bottle. Like a standard semen sample. Then you could scoop it out with a spoon, swallow it, or take it all in one go. We could even use a vacuum-sealed container to keep it alive longer. No need for direct contact."

The moment he said it, Fauna panicked.

She had already surrendered—already accepted the intimate, forbidden path Heaven had laid out.

She had steeled herself for it and worked up her courage.

And now he was offering a half-hearted, clinical alternative?

"No—no, Mika, that won’t work at all!" She blurted, shaking her head frantically.

He blinked, surprised.

Fauna rushed on, voice rising in urgency.

"Even in a vacuum-sealed container, the compound will die almost instantly. The prescription was very clear: it has to remain alive and active the entire time. It can’t leave your body and survive outside for more than a moment."

"And the only way to keep it viable is through direct, enclosed transfer from you to me. The only true vacuum that will preserve it is...my lips sealed around you."

"Anything else will kill it."

Mika tilted his head, feigning realization.

"Oh...I see. I didn’t know that."

Inside, he was deeply satisfied.

He had deliberately shaped his physiology to ensure Heaven’s Prescription would leave no loopholes—no safe, detached alternative.

Every possible escape route had been sealed.

Fauna, for her part, felt a strange mix of relief and mortification.

Relief that route had been closed.

Mortification that she had just fought—almost desperately for the right to take her son’s cock into her mouth.

And seeing her adorable reaction, Mika decided to tease her further.

"So..." He drawled, voice light and playful. "What are we doing? Sucking...or fucking?"

Fauna jumped, letting out a startled squeak.

"I’m thinking..." Mika continued, eyes twinkling. "If you just suck me off and swallow, the potency might dilute a little like any medicine taken orally. We’d probably need more cycles to fully purge the compound."

"But if I push it directly inside you—come deep in your womb, fill you completely—your body would absorb it more efficiently. It’d be stronger. Quicker. We could finish in fewer rounds."

He smiled innocently.

"So...what do you think?"

Fauna’s face exploded scarlet.

"O-Orally!" She blurted, voice pitching high. "Orally, of course! I’m going to suck you! I’m definitely going to suck you!"

She waved her hands frantically.

"I’m not letting you put it inside me! Inside my—! That’s too naughty! How could you even think of pushing it into me like that?!"

Mika burst out laughing, raising his hands in surrender.

"I’m joking, I’m joking! You looked so flustered and adorable right now—I couldn’t resist."

Fauna pouted furiously, cheeks burning.

"This isn’t funny, Mika! This is serious!"

But the anger was only surface-deep.

Beneath it, she was trembling with a different emotion.

Because part of her—deep, traitorous, undeniable had been tempted by his offer.

The thought of him thrusting deep, filling her completely, flooding her womb with his seed...

It had made her clench hard.

She had wanted it.

And that terrified her.

She still had boundaries she refused to cross.

She was still clinging to her role as mother.

So she held herself back.

Mika, sensing her turmoil, softened his tone.

"Hey." He said gently, reaching out to make her look at him. "I’m sorry. I shouldn’t joke like that. I know this is hard for you."

He gave her a warm, encouraging smile.

"So...you’ve decided? You’re really going to do it?"

Fauna gulped. She looked up at him, nervous, shy, but resolute.

"I...I am." She whispered. "But Mika...I’ve never done anything like this before I don’t know what to do."

"So, you’ll...you’ll have to help me, okay? Guide me."

Mika leaned down slightly, eyes twinkling with mischief.

"Should I?" He teased. "With how adorably you’re shaking right now, I’m tempted to just sit back and watch you figure it out. I bet it’d be hilarious."

Fresh tears sprang to Fauna’s eyes.

"Mika...please don’t tease me like that." She pleaded softly. "I’m really scared. Don’t abandon me."

Mika’s expression gave in instantly.

"Fine, fine." He murmured, voice warm. "I won’t. I promise."

He brushed his thumbs across her cheeks, wiping away the tears.

"First things first." He said gently. "Put your hand on my cock. Stroke it up and down. Get a good feel for it. Explore it. That’s the best way to start."

Fauna’s breath hitched.

She looked down at the thick, pulsing shaft—still adorned with sensors, still glistening faintly at the tip.

Then she looked back up at him—nervous, eager, and completely committed.

Slowly, tremblingly...

...she reached out.

One by one, she carefully peeled the adhesive patches from his shaft—making sure the pull didn’t sting or tug too harshly against the sensitive skin.

She worked with the practiced care of a healer, even though her heart hammered wildly.

When she reached the last sensor, the one nestled beneath the heavy, swollen sac—she hesitated for a heartbeat.

Then she eased it free, rolling the soft weight of his balls gently in her palm to avoid any discomfort.

The moment the final lead detached, Mika’s penis sprang back to full, unrestrained glory—standing tall and proud once more.

Tall.

Thick.

Unashamed.

A warrior returned to its full glory.

Fauna’s breath caught.

She stared at it for the first time without the excuse of medical necessity.

Then, slowly...inevitably...her small hand drifted downward.

She wrapped her fingers around the base.

The instant skin met skin, a violent shiver raced through her entire body.

Earlier, when she had touched him, it had been medical, necessary for the sensors.

But now?

Now it was different.

Even though the stated purpose was still medical...the reason behind her touch was something else entirely.

Desire.

Need.

Love.

The thrill of it—of doing this forbidden thing willingly made her dizzy.

She began to stroke—slowly at first, up and down, up and down.

Her tiny hand glided along the impossible length.

She realized in that moment that it wasn’t just the base that was hard.

The entire shaft was like forged steel wrapped in velvet.

Unbending.

Unrelenting.

Like stroking a massive metal rod.

A sudden memory surfaced.

When Mika and Anya were little, they used to race to the playground.

There was that tall, thick fireman’s pole—shiny, silver, impossibly strong.

Sometimes Fauna would climb it too, just to show them she could.

She remembered gripping it, feeling its solid, cool strength under her palms.

Now, looking at Mika’s cock...she couldn’t help but think:

’It’s just like that pole.’

’So rigid...so powerful...I could probably spin around it...’

Her cheeks burned at the thought.

Her hand couldn’t even close fully around the girth, no matter how hard she tried.

And the veins—thick, raised, rope-like were like speed bumps under her palm, giving the shaft an entirely new, intimidating texture.

Every ridge, every pulse, reminded her just how alive it was.

How potent.

How...overwhelming.

Just then, Mika’s voice broke the silence—low, teasing, and unmistakably dirty.

"So...how does it feel, Fauna?" He asked, voice husky. "How does it feel to stroke your son’s penis up and down...up and down?"

"Tell me what you think about it."

"What you think about your son’s cock."