SSS-Class MILFs And Their Yandere Daughters, I Want Them All!-Chapter 350: Spicy Outfit

They broke apart instantly, breathing hard, faces flushed, lips swollen and glistening.

Fauna barely had time to smooth her dress before the doors slid open.

A small cluster of night-shift nurses stood just outside, chatting quietly among themselves. T

But the moment the doors parted, their conversation died.

All eyes turned to Fauna.

And to the tall, handsome young man standing beside her.

For a heartbeat, silence.

Then the nurses eyes widened slightly—shock flickering across their faces as they took in Fauna’s disheveled state: hair mussed, cheeks bright red, lips puffy and obviously kissed, gaze darting away like a guilty teenager caught sneaking out.

But professionalism won out.

They bowed their heads in unison, voices polite and deferential.

"Lady Fauna...good night." One said politely.

"Good night, ma’am." Another echoed.

Fauna managed a shaky smile and a small wave.

"Good night, everyone." She replied, voice higher than usual. "Thank you...for everything tonight."

Mika gave them a polite nod as he guided her out with a gentle hand on the small of her back.

They walked past the rest of the staff in the lobby—more bows, more quiet greetings—until finally they stepped out of the building into the cool night air.

The moment they were outside and away from prying eyes, Fauna let out a huge, trembling breath. She leaned close to Mika and whispered fiercely, face flaming.

"Mika—that was so wrong! We were in a public space! In my own hospital! Anyone could have caught us in that moment!"

She pressed both hands to her burning cheeks.

"If someone had walked in...it would have sent the entire hospital into panic! They’d have seen us—kissing like that—oh god—"

Mika simply chuckled, low and warm. He slipped an arm around her waist and pulled her snug against his side as they walked toward the parking lot.

"That’s what made it fun, Fauna." He murmured, lips brushing her ear. "Wasn’t it exciting? The thrill of it?"

"Just the thought that someone could walk in at any second...not even knowing that in the elevator they just passed, a mother and son were kissing each other so passionately..."

His voice dropped even lower.

"...right before the doors opened."

Fauna’s whole body flushed with fresh heat and goosebumps raced down her arms and legs. She fidgeted with her fingers, unable to meet his eyes.

"Yeah..." She admitted in a tiny voice. "It was...kind of exciting, Mika. I know it was so wrong, but...the fact that right now they’re probably still standing in the same space where we were kissing each other like that...it’s..."

"...it’s quite exciting to think about."

Mika looked down at her with open approval, eyes gleaming.

"Very good, Fauna. Very good." He smiled, slow and proud. "You’re becoming more and more naughty every second. And I love it so much."

As if to prove his point, his hand drifted higher—sliding beneath the hem of her dress to gently caress her breast, thumb brushing over her nipple through the thin fabric.

Fauna gasped softly and darted a quick look around the dimly lit parking lot.

No one.

No security cameras angled this way. No late-night staff.

She bit her lip...then simply let him.

Let him touch her.

Let him play.

Because he was right.

She was becoming naughtier.

And she was starting to obey him without hesitation.

When they reached the scooter, Mika handed her a helmet; she put it on, then climbed on in front as he settled behind her to drive.

The moment the engine purred to life, he leaned forward, lips against her ear through the helmet.

"Grind your butt against my cock as I drive." He whispered.

Fauna’s heart stuttered.

It was a public road.

Cars passing.

People everywhere.

But once again she didn’t hesitate.

She shifted her hips back, pressing her big, juicy ass firmly against the thick bulge in his pants, rolling her hips in circles. She could feel him throb against her even through the layers of fabric.

Mika groaned low in approval as he started driving.

But even then he didn’t stop.

At every red light, his hands slid up under her shirt, groping her breasts openly, thumbs brushing her nipples through her bra. She arched into his touch, biting her lip to keep quiet.

When the light turned green, she leaned back just enough to turn her head and steal quick, hungry kisses from him—lips brushing, tongues flicking—before facing forward again like nothing had happened.

She trusted him completely. 𝒻𝑟𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝑛𝘰𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝘤𝘰𝘮

She knew Mika would never let her be truly embarrassed. He’d protect her.

So she followed along with anything he wanted—grinding, kissing, letting him touch her and she was really, truly enjoying it.

By the time they reached the skyscraper where she lived, the thrill had her buzzing.

They parked and took the elevator up.

And the moment the doors closed behind them, Fauna didn’t wait for him to initiate.

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

She turned, grabbed the front of his shirt, pulled him down, and kissed him first—deep, needy, desperate. Her hands fisted in his hair, body pressing flush against his as though she wanted to climb inside him.

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

Mika growled into her mouth, hands gripping her ass and lifting her slightly so she could wrap her legs around his waist.

They kissed like they were about to start fucking right there against the elevator wall.

Thankfully, the ride wasn’t long.

Ding.

The doors opened on her floor and Fauna froze.

The door to her apartment was right in front of them.

Reality crashed back in like ice water.

The excitement.

The thrill.

The naughtiness.

All of it vanished in an instant.

Replaced by cold, twisting fear.

She had to face Anya.

She had to tell her daughter everything.

And the thought of Anya’s reaction—of her fierce, judgmental eyes made Fauna’s stomach drop.

She looked up at Mika, voice small and trembling.

"...Mika..."

But he knew exactly what she was thinking and took her hand, squeezing gently.

"Together." He reminded her softly.

That one word was enough to give her all the support she needed in the world, so she stepped out of the elevator and walked toward the door.

She imagined that she would have a few precious minutes to gather her thoughts, smooth her dress, wipe the lingering taste of Mika from her lips, and figure out how on earth she was going to explain any of this to her daughter.

But the moment she turned the key in the lock and pushed the front door open—

Anya was already there.

Standing right in the entryway.

And Fauna’s breath caught in her throat like broken glass, when she saw what she was wearing.

Anya wasn’t wearing her usual comfy home clothes—no baggy t-shirt, no soft shorts, no oversized hoodie that swallowed her frame.

She was wearing lingerie.

Not just any lingerie.

The most shameless, erotic kind Fauna had ever seen.

The fabric was completely sheer black mesh, so thin it might as well have been mist.

The bra had slits carved right over the nipples—framing her perfect, pink, erect peaks like obscene little windows.

Her full, milky-white breasts were on blatant display, rising and falling with each excited breath.

Lower down, the matching panties were even more scandalous: a single vertical slit ran straight through the crotch, leaving her smooth, flushed, glistening pussy completely exposed.

No modesty. No barrier. Just raw invitation.

And if that weren’t enough—

Golden dog ears perched atop her head, twitching slightly as though they were real.

And a fluffy golden tail sprouted from the base of her spine, swaying gently behind her.

Anya stood there proudly, hands on her hips, chin tilted up, eyes sparkling with smug satisfaction—like a puppy who’d just learned a new trick and was waiting for praise.

Seeing her daughter in such a attire, Fauna’s mouth fell open. She couldn’t even form words.

Mika, beside her, froze for half a heartbeat—then a slow grin spread across his face.

"Well..." He drawled, stepping forward without hesitation. "I was only expecting pizza. Not...this."

Anya’s smile widened, bright and triumphant.

"I did say I was going to give you a surprise, didn’t I?" She chirped. "When Mom told me you were coming over, I refused to greet you looking like a mess again like last time, all sunken-eyed and greasy-haired."

"No way. I wanted to be in top form tonight."

She did a little spin, tail swishing dramatically, ears flopping cutely.

"So I put on the outfit I’ve been saving. Just for you. And then I thought...why not make it extra spicy?"

She wiggled her head, and impossibly, the ears moved in perfect sync. The tail also gave an enthusiastic wag.

"Dog ears. Tail. The whole package. So...how do you like it, Mika? How do you like your surprise?"

Mika didn’t answer with words.

Instead he closed the distance in two strides, hands finding her waist and yanking her flush against him. His palms immediately slid down to grip her bare ass—fingers digging in possessively.

"What a stupid question." He murmured, voice low and rough. "Can anyone look at you right now and say anything but ’yes’?"

Anya laughed—bright, delighted—then pouted playfully.

"If it was really that good, you wouldn’t just be holding me. You’d be kiss—"

She didn’t finish.

Mika crushed his mouth to hers.

It was immediate. Brutal. Passionate.

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

His tongue plunged deep, claiming every inch of her mouth while one hand stayed clamped on her ass and the other slid up to tug firmly on the base of her tail.

Anya whimpered, high and needy, hips bucking against him as she melted into the kiss, arms wrapping around his neck.

Meanwhile, Fauna stood frozen in the doorway.

She had seen them kiss before.

Plenty of times.

She’d also heard Anya talk—shamelessly, graphically about the filthy things she wanted to do with Mika.

Back then...Fauna hadn’t minded.

She’d thought it was just bonding. Just affection taken to an extreme.

But now?

After everything she’d done with Mika tonight—after hours of worshipping his cock, swallowing his cum, grinding against him on the scooter like a bitch in heat—the sight of her daughter kissing him felt different.

Erotic.

Enthralling.

And painfully, achingly jealous.

Her chest tightened.

Just moments ago, Mika had been hers.

All hers.

His mouth. His hands. His cock.

And now her daughter was taking him right in front of her.

And she didn’t like it one bit.