SSS-Class MILFs And Their Yandere Daughters, I Want Them All!-Chapter 344: I Love The Way You Kiss Me

Fauna was completely caught off guard the instant their lips met.

One heartbeat they were hovering, breaths mingling in the charged space between them and the next, Mika pressed forward with purpose.

Not a gentle peck.

Not a sweet, familial smooch.

His mouth sealed over hers completely, molding their lips together so tightly that Fauna could only breathe through him, drawing air from the warm, wet cavern of his mouth as he did the same from hers.

And then his tongue pushed in.

Deep.

She had seen this in movies, in dramas, in all those late-night scenes she’d watched with wide eyes and flushed cheeks.

She’d always imagined it would be...tame. A little swirl, maybe a brush against the other person’s tongue, something soft and almost polite.

But Mika was not polite.

His tongue plunged boldly into her mouth, sweeping along the roof, curling around hers, pressing flat against it in a slow drag that made her toes curl. 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

"Mmm!♡~ Mmm!♡~ Kiss!♡~ Mmm!♡~ Slurp!♡~"

He explored every corner—teasing the inside of her cheeks, flicking against her teeth, then retreating just enough to coax her own tongue forward before diving back in again.

"Kiss!♡~ Kiss!♡~ Mwah!♡~ Kiss!♡~ Nibble!♡~"

He sucked gently on the tip of hers, drawing it into his mouth, then released it with a soft, wet sound only to chase it again.

Fauna’s mind blanked.

This was nothing like any kiss she had ever given or received.

She was the family’s undisputed kiss champion.

Always the one initiating, always the one grabbing her sisters, her nieces, her daughter, Mika—anyone within reach and planting loud, affectionate kisses on cheeks, foreheads, noses, eyelids.

She even demanded them back just as shamelessly, puckering her lips and making silly noises until someone obliged.

Thousands upon thousands of kisses over the years. Innocent. Playful. Loving.

Even the rare ones that landed on her lips had been nothing more than soft pecks.

But this...

This was filthy.

This was intimate in a way that rivaled—even surpassed the raw, animal heat of when she’d been on her knees with his cock in her mouth.

And somehow, impossibly, this felt even more obscene.

Because it was passionate.

Because it was loving.

Because Mika wasn’t holding back.

He wasn’t treating her like a mother and instead was kissing her like a woman. Like a lover. Like someone he wanted to devour whole.

The realization hit her like a wave of molten heat.

She felt truly loved in this moment. Cherished. Desired. Seen.

Her hands flew up, clutching at his shoulders, nails digging in as she pushed herself higher on his lap, pressing their bodies even tighter together.

"Smooch!♡~ Smooch!♡~ Kiss!♡~ Smooch!♡~ Sip!♡~"

Mika responded instantly—his arms locked around her waist, pulling her impossibly closer, one hand sliding up her back to cradle the nape of her neck, keeping her right where he wanted her.

And then—instinct took over.

Fauna’s tongue moved.

Gentle at first, then bolder. She pushed back against his, meeting him stroke for stroke.

She chased him when he retreated, sucked lightly when he sucked, tangled and wrestled and danced with him in a messy, slippery rhythm that made her head spin.

"Mwah!♡~ Mwah!♡~ Pucker!♡~ Mwah!♡~ Suck!♡~"

Mika faltered for half a second—surprised—then groaned low in his throat and closed his eyes, diving deeper, drinking her in with renewed hunger.

They kissed like that for what felt like forever—lost, messy, desperate until finally Mika pulled back just enough to break the seal.

Both of them were panting hard, chests heaving, faces flushed dark red.

A thin silver thread of saliva still connected their swollen lips for a moment before it snapped.

Mika stared at her, hazy-eyed, breathing ragged.

"What...are you doing?" He asked, voice rough.

Fauna blinked slowly, dazed. "W-What?"

"You’re trying to suck my saliva into your body." He said, half-laughing, half-accusing. "I’m the one who’s supposed to be doing that Fauna, not you."

Her eyes widened. "Oh—oh no! Sorry, Mika! I didn’t—I didn’t realize!"

She covered her mouth with both hands, mortified.

"I just...I was trying to copy you." She mumbled through her fingers. "You were doing it to me, so I thought...I should do it back. Follow along."

"I got so caught up, I forgot we were supposed to be transferring the...the thing. I wasn’t thinking about it like that at all..."

Mika’s expression softened. He reached up, gently tugging her hands away from her face.

"It’s alright, Fauna." He murmured. "You’re doing a really good job keeping up. Better than I expected."

He leaned in again, resting his forehead against hers. Their noses brushed. Their breaths mingled.

"Do you really like it that much?" He asked quietly. "The way you were responding...you seemed so into it. I thought maybe you’d be shy at first, maybe even pull away."

"But now...you’re really getting into it."

Fauna’s eyes fluttered. But she nodded honestly, still hazy with the afterglow of the kiss.

"I love it, Mika." She whispered. "I love it so much. The way your tongue moves against mine, the way you taste, the way it makes me feel like—like I’m really close to you. Closer than we’ve ever been before."

"I didn’t know a kiss could feel like this."

She swallowed, voice trembling with emotion.

"It makes me feel...wanted. Loved. Like a woman."

Mika’s gaze darkened, tender and fierce all at once.

He brushed his lips against hers in the lightest, teasing kiss, just a graze before pulling back again.

"Then..." He said slowly. "Do you want to kiss me more like this? In the future?"

Fauna’s breath hitched.

"Do you want me to take you in my arms like this."

He continued, tightening his hold on her waist.

"Push my tongue deep inside your mouth, and kiss you like a woman...not like a mother?"

Her heart pounded so loud she was sure he could hear it.

But she still nodded.

"Yes, Mika." She breathed. "Yes. Please do that. Please kiss me like that again. And again. Whenever you want. I—I want it."

A slow, delighted chuckle rumbled in his chest.

"God, Fauna..." He murmured, shaking his head in fond disbelief. "You’re irresistable ."

And then he took her mouth again.

Deeper this time.

Harder.

More possessive.

"Peck!♡~ Peck!♡~ Kiss!♡~ Peck!♡~ Taste!♡~

His tongue plunged in without hesitation, claiming every inch of her as she opened for him eagerly, meeting him with equal hunger.

"Hmm—! Mika—!"

She moaned softly into his mouth, fingers threading into his hair, tugging him closer as their tongues tangled in a slick, passionate dance.

They kissed like lovers who had been starving for each other for years.

And in that moment, the line between mother and son blurred until it disappeared entirely—

—leaving only a man and a woman, lost in each other, drowning in heat and want and something dangerously close to love.

—

After forty full minutes of unrelenting, devouring kisses—lips locked, tongues tangled, breaths stolen from each other until both were dizzy and trembling—Mika finally pulled back.

His chest heaved. Hers did too.

Their mouths were swollen, slick, and sensitive. A faint sheen of sweat glistened on their skin.

But Fauna didn’t want to let go.

Her arms stayed wrapped tightly around his neck, fingers digging into his shoulders as she tried to chase his lips again.

"Wait—Mika, don’t go." She murmured, voice hazy and thick with need. "Why are you stopping? We should go on...don’t stop kissing me...please..."

Mika looked at her and a disbelieving smile curved his lips. She was flushed, eyes glassy with want, desperation and adoration written all over her face.

She looked like a woman starved for affection, and he was the only one who could feed her.

"I would love to keep going, Fauna." He said gently, brushing his thumb across her bottom lip. "But right now...your mouth is completely dry."

He leaned in closer, inspecting her with a fond smirk.

"I’ve sucked so much saliva out of you that there’s barely anything left. You’re dehydrated. So, I think we need to rehydrate you before we do anything else."

Fauna blinked slowly, as if the words were only just reaching her brain. She lifted a shaky hand and touched her own lips—chapped, tender, parched.

"Oh...yeah." She whispered, surprised. "I totally forgot about that. My mouth is so dry...I can’t even speak properly right now."

She glanced up at him shyly, lashes fluttering.

"You really are quite aggressive when it comes to kissing women, aren’t you?"

Mika chuckled low in his throat. He reached out, gently pinching her lower lip between his thumb and forefinger, tugging it playfully.

"When you have such soft, cute lips?" He murmured. "It’s really hard to hold back."

Fauna’s face ignited at the sudden comment.

She squeaked, flustered, and quickly pulled away, stumbling off his lap in a rush of embarrassment.

"I—I need water." She stammered, hurrying over to get her water bottle.

She grabbed it with trembling hands, unscrewed the cap, and drank deeply—half the bottle in frantic gulps.

Then, still burning from the inside out, she poured some into her palm and splashed it across her face, letting the cool droplets run down her neck and chest.

She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, breathing hard as the reality of what they’d just done crashed over her all at once.

Forty minutes. Forty full minutes of making out with her own son like lovers who couldn’t get enough.

She could still taste him—salty-sweet, warm, uniquely Mika and she knew she would never forget the shape of his mouth, the way his tongue felt sliding against hers.

She splashed more water on her face, trying to cool the fire in her cheeks.

Then it hit her—why they’d been kissing in the first place.

The procedure. The extract. The transfer.

She spun around and hurried back to him.

"Here." She said, holding her bottle out. "Drink some too."

Mika took it gratefully, swallowing a few mouthfuls before setting it aside.

Fauna knelt in front of him again, eyes wide with concern.

"What do you feel, Mika?" She asked, voice trembling slightly. "Do you feel any changes in your body right now?"

"I know you can’t sense the substances exactly, but...I think you should be able to feel some kind of relief. Something."

Mika leaned back on his hands, considering. Then a slow, genuine smile spread across his face.

"It’s actually working." He said quietly.

"Really?" Fauna’s eyes lit up like stars.

"It’s very little." He continued. "But I can feel it. There’s this small sensation inside like something’s fighting against an invisible force."

"All the saliva you sent down...it definitely has an effect. I can feel it slowly calming down. The pressure...it’s easing."

Fauna pressed both hands to her chest, relief flooding her so strongly she almost swayed.

"Oh...I’m so relieved." She breathed. "I’m so, so relieved..."

And then without thinking, her gaze drifted downward to his still-hard cock, flushed and glistening.

Almost absently, she reached out and wrapped her fingers around the shaft, stroking up and down in slow, familiar pumps.

"Good job, Mimi." She murmured, half to herself, half to it. "Good job. You did it. You’re not going to explode into pieces or anything. You’re actually going to survive."

She kept stroking—gentle, affectionate, like petting a beloved pet until she glanced up and froze.

Mika was staring at her with wide, shocked, utterly confused eyes.

Fauna realized what she was doing.

Her hand was still casually pumping his cock.

"Oh—!" She yanked her hand away like it burned. "I’m so sorry, Mika! I know I shouldn’t have—I just got so used to it earlier, I just...I just started stroking your penis up and down again without thinking."

"I’m so sorry. I won’t do it again without your permission, I promise—"

But Mika shook his head quickly, reaching out to catch her wrist before she could retreat too far.

"Oh, don’t worry about what you did, Fauna." He said, voice warm and amused. "You can do whatever you want."

And then to her stunned silence, he guided her hand right back to his shaft, wrapping her fingers around it again and encouraging her to stroke.

"After everything we’ve done?" He murmured. "I don’t really care anymore."

He leaned closer, eyes dark.

"This cock is all yours if you want it. You can do whatever you want—suck it, lick it, pump it. I don’t care. It’s totally fine."

Fauna’s breath caught.

The casual possession in his voice, the way he offered himself so freely—made heat surge low in her belly. She stared at his erection in her hand like it was the most tempting toy she’d ever been given.

Then Mika’s lips quirked.

"I was just surprised to hear you call it ’Mimi,’" He said, teasing.

Fauna blinked. "Huh?"

"Charlotte calls my penis ’Mimi’ all the time." He explained, grinning. "It was kind of surprising to hear you say it too."

"Don’t tell me you two discussed it together and made it up."

Fauna’s mouth dropped open.

"No! No, why would I—? That’s ridiculous!"

She then paused, then a thoughtful look crossed her face.

"Wait..." Her voice dropped shyly. "Are you telling me that Charlotte also...does these things for you?"

"She also...sucks your penis?"

"Of course, Fauna." Mika shrugged like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Who else is taking care of her Venus Complex?"

"I’m the one handling it, so it’s only natural she’d be doing something like that too."

Fauna nodded slowly, processing.

"I...I knew you were the one handling the complex." She said carefully. "I just thought it would be...simple massages. Or soothing talks. Or maybe a couple of kisses."

"I wasn’t expecting it to be...so intimate."

She bit her lip, eyes flicking down again.

Then another thought struck her.

"W-What about my daughter?" She asked, almost hesitant. "Do you also do stuff like this with Anya?"