SSS-Class MILFs And Their Yandere Daughters, I Want Them All!-Chapter 363: Fat Milk And Skimmed Milk

Fauna could feel it.

The warm flood finally reached deeper than before—past the tight channel, past the cervix, straight into her womb.

The heat of her own milk pooling inside the very same sacred place where Anya had once been created, where Anya had once grown, where life had once stirred because of her body.

Now it was being filled again—not with seed, not with love in the traditional sense, but with thick, creamy streams of her breast milk.

Her belly also began to swell faintly, rounding out just enough to be noticeable, the skin stretching taut over the increasing volume.

It felt impossibly hot, impossibly full, like she was turning into a living flask designed solely to hold liquid.

She tried to fight it—clenching her inner walls with everything she had, squeezing her thighs together, willing her body to reject the intrusion—but nothing worked.

Anya’s blessing was active at full power now: a steady, unrelenting blue glow behind her daughter’s eyes kept Fauna’s entrance forcibly relaxed, walls parted, cervix softened just enough to allow every drop to slide deeper.

No matter how hard Fauna tried to resist, her body obeyed her daughter’s command instead of her own.

She was also too weak, too overwhelmed, too lost in the haze of overstimulation to fight anymore.

All she could do was lie there—upside-down, legs hooked over Mika’s shoulders, head dangling helplessly—while the milk kept pouring in, deeper and deeper, until she genuinely felt like nothing more than a vessel being filled to the brim.

And just as Fauna was wondering how exactly a respected doctor like her got into this position, Anya finally pulled back with a soft, exhausted exhale.

She wiped sweat from her forehead with the back of her wrist and released Fauna’s breasts, letting them bounce heavily against Fauna’s own chest.

"Just...Just a little bit more." Anya panted, voice thick with exertion and dark excitement. "A few more good squirts and it’ll be completely full."

Hearing this, Mika excitedly peered down between Fauna’s spread thighs and was shocked by the sight.

The entrance to her pussy glistened obscenely—stretched, slick, and visibly holding a shallow pool of creamy white liquid inside.

When he gave her hips a gentle shake, the milk sloshed audibly, small waves rippling within her.

"Damn..." He murmured, grinning. "I didn’t think your mom’s hole could hold this much. I figured it’d be overflowing ages ago, but it just kept drinking it all up like it was starving."

"That’s because her womb is full now too." Anya nodded proudly. "Her whole lower belly is basically a reservoir of her own milk. That’s why the volume capacity is so high."

She then reached for Fauna’s right breast again—who’s eyes were glassy, staring blankly at the ceiling in a dreamy, dazed trance and tried to push it back in to finish the job.

"If I just add a few more—"

"Hold on, Anya." Mika interrupted, voice suddenly calm but commanding. "No need to finish it with hers."

Anya blinked, surprised, while Mika’s gaze drifted from Fauna’s swollen, leaking breasts...down to Anya’s own chest.

Hers weren’t quite as massive as her mother’s, but still full, heavy, perfectly shaped—nipples already stiff from arousal and the lingering mana high.

"I think it’s about time you put in your share." He said casually.

Both mother and daughter froze.

"You can alter your body with your blessing, right?" Mika continued, voice low and coaxing. "Which means that you can force lactation on yourself."

"So go ahead. Use it. Fill the rest of your mother’s pussy with your breast milk too."

Anya’s hand trembled as Mika added,

"I want to combine both of you." Mika went on, eyes darkening with hunger. "Your mother’s thick, heavenly cream...mixed with yours. I’m pretty sure it’ll taste even better that way. Like blending two perfect vintages."

Fauna, still dazed but aware enough to register the words, immediately started kicking her legs in weak, frantic protest.

The motion made the milk inside her slosh audibly, splashing against her inner walls.

"No—Mika—no!" She wailed. "You naughty—naughty boy! How did you turn into such a dirty little pervert?"

"How can you even think of something like this? It’s wrong—so wrong—so dirty—!"

She twisted her head, trying to look at Anya with pleading eyes.

"Anya—please—don’t listen to him—don’t do it—don’t do something so wrong—!"

But Mika just sighed theatrically and pushed three fingers deeper into Fauna’s mouth, cutting off her babbling.

"Mmm! Nnn! Hmmmm!"

Her lips closed around them automatically—sucking hard, tongue swirling, cheeks hollowing like it was the most natural thing in the world.

While Fauna suckled helplessly, Mika leaned toward Anya’s ear and whispered,

"Go on, Anya. I want to drink your breast milk too. Just a taste for now, as in the future..."

He paused, letting his breath ghost over the shell of her ear.

"...I’m pretty sure you’ll naturally start lactating the moment I knock you up. The second I push my baby deep inside your womb, these pretty tits are going to swell and leak for me. For our child."

Anya’s entire body shuddered violently—knees buckling, thighs clenching, pupils blowing wide.

"But right now?" Mika’s voice dropped even lower. "I just want a sample. Will you do that for me?"

Anya stared at him in stunned, breathless silence.

The words he’d just spoken were everything she had ever dreamed of, everything she had secretly ached for since the moment she realized how deeply she loved him.

Carrying his child. Growing round with his baby. Giving birth to a little Mika or a little Anya.

It was her holy grail, her greatest, most sacred wish.

And here he was, casually, confidently telling her he wanted the same thing.

Her heart slammed against her ribs so hard she could barely breathe and finally she shook her head frantically, tears of overwhelmed joy gathering in her eyes.

"Yes—yes—yes, Mika! I’ll do it! I’ll fill her up—I’ll fill my mother up with my breast milk!"

She felt like a slave to his command in that moment and she loved it.

Immediately she grabbed her own breasts—kneading them roughly while her eyes flared with blue light.

Mika watched, transfixed, as her chest swelled visibly—growing fuller, heavier, areolas darkening and puffing out.

It took only seconds before both nipples beaded with white.

"First..."

Mika grinned and grabbed her ass with both hands, yanking her closer.

"...give me a taste."

Anya dropped went on her knees instantly, shoving her breasts into his face.

"Here, Mika—here—have a taste—have a taste of your future children’s food!"

Mika latched onto both nipples at once—sucking hard, tongue swirling, pulling deep draws of her lighter, thinner milk into his mouth.

It flooded his palate—sweet, clean, almost floral compared to Fauna’s thick cream.

"Yes—Mika—yes!" Anya whimpered, fingers tangling in his hair. "Drink more—drink it all—take everything—!"

And he did—sucking greedily until his cheeks hollowed, until milk dribbled down his chin again and only then did he pull back

"Yeah..." He rasped, eyes half-lidded in bliss. "Just like I thought. You truly are mother and daughter. Even the milk tastes similar."

"But yours is lighter. Thinner. Almost like skim milk. While your mom’s is whole-fat, thick, rich cream. But nonetheless both of you..."

He kissed the tip of one nipple.

"...taste fucking delicious."

He then looked down at Fauna’s stuffed, leaking pussy, then back at Anya.

"Now I’m dying to know how they taste combined. Like mixing whole milk and skim...or cream and milk...fuck, I need to try it."

He nodded at Anya.

"Go on. Fill her the rest of the way. Top her off with your milk."

Anya didn’t hesitate.

She positioned herself again—took one of her own swollen nipples—and pushed it past Fauna’s slick folds, sliding it deep inside the already-filled channel.

Then she squeezed.

A hot, fresh jet of Anya’s lighter milk squirted straight into Fauna’s pussy, mixing instantly with the thicker cream already inside.

Fauna’s body convulsed.

"Mmm! Nnnnn!"

She moaned helplessly around Mika’s fingers—eyes rolling back, thighs trembling, as another spurt joined the first.

Then another.

And another.

Anya herself kept milking herself—alternating nipples, pushing deeper each time until Fauna’s belly rounded even more noticeably, the combined milk sloshing audibly with every tiny movement.

Fauna could only whimper and suck harder on Mika’s fingers, tears of overwhelmed pleasure and humiliation streaking down her upside-down face.

All the while, Mika watched it all, eyes dark, cock throbbing painfully against Fauna’s thigh.

"That’s it." He growled softly. "Fill Fauna up nice and full for me. We’re gonna drink every last drop...straight from the dirtiest, sluttiest cup in the house."

Anya smiled, blissful, obedient, utterly devoted.

"Yes, Mika...anything for you."