SSS-Class MILFs And Their Yandere Daughters, I Want Them All!-Chapter 353: My Mother Is Even More Perverted Then Me

Mika finally pulled back from the triple kiss with a satisfied exhale, lips curved into a lazy smile that radiated pure contentment.

His breathing was steady, controlled—unlike the two women still clinging to him.

Fauna was panting hard, chest heaving like she’d just sprinted a marathon.

Her lips were swollen, shiny with saliva, cheeks flushed a deep crimson that spread all the way down her neck.

She looked dazed, almost drunk on the taste of both her children still lingering on her tongue.

Anya, meanwhile, stared at them both in utter, glassy-eyed confusion. Her golden dog ears were slightly askew, tail frozen mid-wag, cheeks burning.

Her mind was a complete whirlwind, after all this was not how tonight was supposed to go.

She had pictured it perfectly: the usual cozy dinner with Mika and her mom—pizza boxes on the coffee table, all three of them cuddled up on the sofa watching some mindless movie.

Then, later, she’d drag Mika away to her room like always, lock the door, and lose themselves in each other for hours.

But this?

This was a complete, irreversible twist.

Not only had her mother seen everything—the lingerie, the tail, the ears, the obscene spread of her ass, the plug sliding in—but Fauna had been directly involved.

She had licked. She had fingered. She had drooled all over Anya’s asshole like it was the most natural thing in the world.

And then—god—the kiss.

All three of them.

Mother. Daughter. Son.

Tongues sliding together in the most depraved, incestuous dance Anya had ever experienced.

She could still feel the warm, slick sensation of her mother’s saliva dripping down her crack, pooling around the plug still buried deep inside her.

She could still taste Fauna’s tongue against hers—sweet, hesitant, impossibly soft.

And worst of all—

Her mother had obeyed Mika completely.

Just like Anya did.

No hesitation.

No protest.

Just instant, eager submission.

This meant that this wasn’t new.

This wasn’t some sudden impulse Mika had forced on Fauna tonight.

The way Fauna moved, the way she melted, the way she looked at Mika like he owned her soul...

...it felt practiced. Familiar. Like they had already crossed lines before.

Like they had already done things.

Mother and son.

But even then, the thought refused to compute.

Anya finally found her voice—small, trembling, genuinely lost.

"Mika..." She whispered. "What...What exactly is going on here?"

Both Mika and Fauna turned to her.

Anya’s eyes were huge, shimmering with confusion and hurt.

"I have no clue what just happened right now."

She continued, voice cracking.

"Why...Why did you make Mom touch me like that?"

"Why did you make her...drool over there? And why did you kiss her?"

"Not on the cheek. Not like usual..."

"...but on the lips in the most passionate manner."

"And then...then you made us kiss too. All three of us. In such a naughty way..."

She swallowed hard.

"Isn’t this wrong? Isn’t this...taboo? H-How can you possibly do something like this?"

She wasn’t accusing him.

She wasn’t angry.

She was just...broken.

Her brain couldn’t process it.

Fauna’s face crumpled with instant shame. She opened her mouth—tried to speak—but nothing coherent came out.

"I—I...That’s...You see..." She stammered, voice shaking. "It’s...complicated, Anya, I—"

She was a doctor. She’d given speeches to panels of the world’s top researchers. She could explain complex medical procedures in perfect, eloquent detail.

But right now?

She couldn’t even form a full sentence.

How do you explain why you just fingered your daughter’s asshole?

Why you drooled on it?

Why you kissed your own son and your daughter in the filthiest way possible?

She couldn’t.

Luckily, Mika stepped in.

He reached out and gently cupped Anya’s cheek.

"It’s alright, Anya." He said softly, voice calm and soothing. "It’s alright. I’ll tell you everything. One by one. There’s no need to worry."

He gave her a small, reassuring smile.

"But first...let’s not do this right here in the entryway. Come on."

He took both their hands, one in each of his and gently pulled them along.

"Let’s go inside. Let’s sit somewhere comfortable before I explain properly."

They followed him like obedient puppies into the living room.

Mika sat right in the middle of the large sofa.

Fauna and Anya sat obediently on either side of him, close enough that their thighs touched his.

Fauna was especially nervous, terrified she’d ruined everything—that Anya would never look at her the same way again after tonight.

Anya, on the other hand, kept stealing glances at her mother—still dazed, still confused.

But before anyone could speak—

Mika leaned back, spreading his thighs slightly, and let out a low, dramatic sigh.

"After that dirty triple kiss we just had..." He began, voice thick with heat. "...and after seeing you in this insanely sexy outfit, Anya..."

"...I’m honestly quite worked up."

He glanced down at the obvious bulge straining against his pants.

"Little Mika down here is throbbing so hard right now and I can’t really speak when it’s like this. It’s distracting."

He looked between them—first at Anya, then at Fauna.

"So...Fauna, can you be a dear and take care of it right now?"

Both women froze.

Anya’s dog ears shot straight up.

Fauna’s eyes widened in horror.

"Mika—!" Fauna gasped, voice cracking. "Anya’s right there! She’s watching us right now! There’s no way I could...do that...with my own daughter watching!"

"That’s so wrong!"

She looked at him with pleading, desperate eyes.

But Mika didn’t waver.

He simply reached over and gave Fauna’s ass a light, possessive pat.

"It’s alright Fauna." He said calmly. "Anya’s going to learn everything about us soon enough. So, there’s no need for you to hold back just because of that."

He patted again—firmer this time.

"Go on." He murmured. "Start sucking."

Fauna’s entire body ignited.

Shame.

Arousal.

Terror.

All at once.

She looked at Anya—saw the confusion, the wide-eyed shock and felt her heart twist.

But the thought...

The thought of sucking Mika’s cock while her daughter watched...

It was too much.

Too intoxicating.

Her hands moved almost on their own.

She reached for his zipper.

Pulled it down slowly.

Then pulled his underwear lower and immediately his thick, throbbing cock sprang free.

Seeing the rod in front of her, Anya’s breath caught.

This was usually her moment, her time to shine, to worship him the way she loved.

But tonight...

It was her mother who leaned forward.

Fauna gave Anya one last, apologetic glance—eyes shining with guilt and need.

Then she bent down.

And took Mika’s cock into her mouth.

"Lick!♡~ Mmph!♡~ Ahh!♡~ Suck!♡~"

Anya watched in stunned, horrified silence as her own mother—sweet, clumsy, innocent Fauna—wrapped her lips around Mika’s shaft and began to suck.

Slow.

Deep.

Obedient.

"Mmm!♡~ Ahhh!♡~ Slurp!♡~ Nnn!♡~"

The wet, filthy sounds filled the living room.

And Anya could only stare—heart pounding, body burning, mind completely shattered.

While she stared, Mika’s hand settled on the back of Fauna’s head, fingers threading through her soft hair as he guided her movements.

He pushed her down—slowly at first, letting her lips stretch wide around his thick shaft—then pulled her back up with control, only to push her down again, deeper this time.

"Oh god..." He groaned, head tipping back against the sofa. "That’s good. That’s so damn good, Fauna."

His voice was rough, reverent, thick with pleasure.

And he kept the rhythm steady—push, pull, push, pull—watching with hooded eyes as Fauna’s cheeks hollowed...

...as her tongue swirled instinctively along the underside...

...as drool began to leak from the corners of her mouth.

Then he chuckled—low, dark, delighted and turned his head toward Anya.

"You know..." He murmured, voice dripping with amusement. "...your mother can be quite a dirty little vixen."

Anya’s breath hitched, while Mika’s gaze turned thoughtful, as he looked down at Fauna’s bobbing head.

"She may seem all innocent like an adorable little angel who could do nothing wrong in the world. And even the whole world sees her that way, as if she’s the purest thing to ever exist. And technically..."

He paused, stroking Fauna’s hair almost tenderly.

"...that is true. You probably wouldn’t find a soul as pure as Fauna’s."

Then his smile turned lascivious.

"But at the same time...there is another part of her. A side that is quite a dirty little slut."

He yanked Fauna’s head up suddenly—popping her mouth off his cock with a wet, obscene sound.

Her lips were glossy, cheeks flushed, eyes glassy with lust.

"Look at her your mother now, Anya...Look at how lewd she looks."

Mika said, turning Fauna’s face toward Anya so her daughter could see the way saliva still clung to her swollen lips, the way her tongue unconsciously darted out to lick the taste of him.

"She’s one lustful devil. She can’t even hold back when she sees my cock. The moment it’s out—she just immediately wants to start sucking it."

He pushed Fauna back down—deeper this time—until her nose brushed his pelvis.

"Ahh!♡~ Suck!♡~ Mmph!♡~ Lick!♡~"

"Even if I didn’t tell her to start sucking..." He continued, voice dropping lower. "...even if I just showed her my cock, she herself would have come over and started sucking it right now."

He pulled her up again, letting the thick length slip free with a wet pop as a.string of saliva connected her swollen lips to the tip.

"Isn’t that right, Fauna?" He asked gently, thumb brushing her lower lip. "Wouldn’t you have started sucking your son’s cock the moment it came out?"

Fauna’s ears were burning crimson. She looked up at him—shy, mortified, but unable to lie.

"...Yes." She whispered, voice trembling. "I would have sucked your cock...without any hesitation."

Mika smiled.

"And what about my cock?" He asked softly. "You love it, don’t you?"

Fauna’s gaze dropped to the throbbing length in her hand. She stroked it slowly up and down before saying in worship,

"I-I love it, Mika. I love how thick and hard it is...How it fills my hands completely. I love how it has all these veins...How I can lick each one individually."

"I also love the taste...How it stretches my mouth open to the fullest...How it chokes me when I take it deep..."

Anya let out a soft, involuntary gasp, while Fauna’s eyes fluttered closed for a moment, lost in the memory.

"I just love it so much..."

Mika’s expression turned molten with satisfaction.

"Good girl." He growled, pushing her head back down.

Fauna took him deep again, deeper than before, throat working around him as if her daughter wasn’t even there. She had forgotten lost in the singular need to please him.

Mika then leaned back, one arm draped casually around Anya’s shoulders, pulling her closer while Fauna sucked with single-minded devotion.

"So..." He said softly, turning to Anya. "What do you think, Anya? What do you think about this sight?"

"Your mother sucking dick in such a passionate manner?"

Anya stared—transfixed, horrified, aroused for a long moment.

Then she finally spoke, voice small and shaky.

"I...I never expected this, Mika. I never expected this at all."

She swallowed hard.

"For so long...I thought Mom and I were completely different. Even though we’re mother and daughter, I thought we weren’t the same at all."

"After, all, Mom was always so innocent, adorable, basically pure white. While I...I had much darker thoughts. I was the naughtier one. The dirtier one."

She looked down at Fauna—lips stretched wide around Mika’s cock, cheeks hollowed, eyes closed in bliss.

"But right now...she’s sucking your cock. Right in front of me. Passionately. Willingly. And...I don’t think we’re that different anymore."

Her voice cracked slightly.

"I think both of us are perverts in the same way. And maybe...maybe Mom is even more perverted than me. Because—"

"—it’s not me who’s going around sucking her own son’s cock."

The words weren’t accusatory—just stunned realization.

But Fauna who took it in the wrong way, jolted at the statement before pulling off his cock with a wet gasp.

"M-Mika, please..." She pleaded, ears flaming. "Say something like that to Anya to make her understand it’s all a misunderstanding. I don’t want her to look at me that way..."

Mika patted her head gently.

"Alright, alright." He soothed. "I will."

He pushed her head back down and she resumed sucking without protest as if she had gotten used to it.

Then he turned to Anya, pulling her even closer until her side was pressed tight against his.

"Don’t misunderstand your mother, Anya." He said softly. "She’s not doing this because she exactly wants to. She was...kind of forced into it."

Anya’s eyes widened.

"Forced?" She echoed, shaking her head immediately. "There’s no way that could be true."

"There’s no way you would force Mom to do this, Mika. There’s no way you would do something like that to someone you love so much."

"I refuse to believe that."

She looked at him with a fierce gaze and Mika really appreciated the trust she had in him even in a moment like this.

"I’m glad you believe me so much, Anya. But the truth is no one forced her." He corrected gently. "Not me. Not anyone."

"It was simply due to...circumstances."

"Circumstances that got out of hand."

Anya’s brows furrowed.

"What circumstances?" She asked, voice small. "What kind of circumstances would possibly lead to my mother...sucking your penis, Mika?"

"Well..." He said, voice low and calm.

"Let me explain."

Anya leaned forward, eyes locked on him.

This was probably the most confusing, most complex, most problematic situation of her entire life.

She needed to hear it.

Needed to understand.

Needed to know why her sweet, pure mother was on her knees right now—sucking her Mika’s cock like her life depended on it.

And Mika, smiling faintly, one hand stroking Fauna’s hair while the other rested on Anya’s thigh—began to speak.

Carefully.

Patiently.

Telling her everything...or atleast whatever was necessary to elevate his plans to the next level.