SSS-Class MILFs And Their Yandere Daughters, I Want Them All! Chapter 358: Let’s Share Some Milk

Fauna’s heart hamred so hard she could feel it in her throat.

Right now, Mika didn’t look like her son.

He looked like sothing wild that had slipped its leash. His eyes were too dark, too focused, too empty of anything except raw need.

She felt small like a trembling bunny cornered by a wolf and the instinct to bolt was screaming in every muscle.

Still, she forced her voice out, soft and shaky.

"Mika...? Are you...are you alright? You’re doing fine, right?" She swallowed. "Your face suddenly looks a bit scary right now. Do you need...anything? Water? Or—"

She never finished.

Because Mika’s hands clamped around her waist like iron bands and before she could react, he lifted her clean off his lap—only to slam her right back down, this ti facing him fully.

Her thighs spread wide around his hips again, but now his throbbing cock slotted hot and insistent between her pussy, the thick length pressed flush against her slick entrance through her clothes.

The sudden friction made her gasp.

"Wait—hold on, what are you—?!"

But before she finish, Mika’s head dipped.

One hand seized her right breast—gripping it roughly, like it was a toy made for him alone—and he latched his mouth over the swollen, leaking nipple.

He sucked.

He sucked on it hard.

"Lick!♡~ Mmph!♡~ Ahh!♡~ Suck!♡~"

"Mika—stop! What are you doing?" Fauna yelped. "You’re being so naughty right now—!"

She pushed at his shoulders, trying to create distance, but he only growled low in his throat and yanked her closer.

"Mmm!♡~ Ahhh!♡~ Slurp!♡~ Nnn!♡~"

His lips sealed tighter around her areola; his tongue flicked ruthlessly against the sensitive bud.

Then—finally—the milk ca.

The first hot spurt hit the back of his tongue.

And it was like being struck by lightning made of sugar and cream.

Mika’s eyes rolled back for a split second.

The taste exploded across every sense: impossibly sweet, impossibly rich, thick and velvety like the most decadent lted ice cream in existence—but better. Far better.

This wasn’t milk.

This was nectar. Liquid divinity.

Pure, warm honey that coated his mouth and slid down his throat like silk.

He had known and hoped it would be good.

But this? This was beyond anything he could have fantasized.

Because of that, he sucked harder. Greedily. Desperately. His cheeks hollowed with the force of it.

"Ahh!♡~ Suck!♡~ Mmph!♡~ Lick!♡~"

anwhile, Fauna’s protests turned ragged.

"Ow—stop it! It’s painful, Mika—you’re being too rough—!"

She winced as his teeth grazed her sensitive skin, as he pulled too hard, too hungrily.

But even as the words left her mouth, a shaful heat blood low in her belly.

The aggression, the sheer animal want in his eyes was intoxicating.

When he’d been gentle earlier it had already felt incredible; now, with him devouring her like this, it was overwhelming.

Pleasure spiked sharp and bright behind her eyes.

Her thighs trembled around him.

She hated how much she liked it.

Anya, however, only heard the pain in her mother’s voice.

She didn’t know that her mother was feeling pure pleasure at the mont and thinking that she was genuinely in pain, she snapped.

"Stop it, Mika!" She barked, lunging forward. "You’re hurting her! You’re hurting Mom—stop right now!"

But Mika didn’t even flinch. He kept sucking, relentless, swallowing every drop like a man dying of thirst.

Anya’s voice pitched higher, frantic.

"Please—please just stop! Mom’s body is fragile—she can’t handle how rough you are right now!"

And seeing her daughter try to pull her away, Fauna tried to wave her off weakly.

"Anya—no, it’s okay—he can—he can do whatever he—"

But Anya wasn’t listening.

In a flash she grabbed Mika by one shoulder and Fauna by the other, wrenching them apart with surprising strength before finally shouting,

"I said STOP!"

The sudden separation left Fauna dazed, nipple glistening and red, a thin trail of milk still dripping down the curve of her breast.

She stared at her daughter, half-annoyed, half-disappointed.

She had been right there—teetering on the edge of sothing deliciously overwhelming and Anya had yanked it away.

Mika on the other hand blinked slowly, like soone waking from a trance.

The feral haze in his eyes cleared just enough for sha to creep in and he eventually offered a crooked, awkward smile.

"Oh...right. Sorry, Anya." He rubbed the back of his neck. "Sorry about being so rough. I...uh...lost control for a second there."

Anya crossed her arms, still glaring.

"Carried away? You looked like you were about to eat her alive."

"No, no. It’s not , it’s the aphrodisiac’s effects." He quicky created a excuse. "It’s still raging through and it overwheld my control for a second. I just...lost it when I saw her milk leaking out and instinct took over."

He didn’t say the rest: that the mont the milk hit his tongue he’d turned into a shark scenting blood in the water.

That he’d wanted to devour every last drop, claim every inch of her, rut into her until neither of them could move.

So truths were better left unsaid.

Anya studied him for a long mont, then sighed.

"I see. That makes sense."

Her expression softened, but worry lingered as she added,

"But still...please try to be careful with her, Mika. Mom is extrely fragile. She has a very delicate body. She won’t be able to handle you the way you normally are—the way you are with ."

"I an, I can take it. I’m used to your obsessiveness. But she’s not like that at all. She’ll break if you’re too hard on her."

And hearing this, Fauna’s eye twitched in offence.

She sat up straighter on Mika’s lap, chest puffing out indignantly so her still-leaking breasts bounced and sharply said,

"Excuse ?"

The anger in her mother’s tone caught Anya’s attention as she went on to say in a indignant manner,

"I appreciate your concern, sweetheart. Really. But your mother can most definitely handle sothing like this. I’m not as timid and fragile as you think I am."

"Yes, I may be clumsy sotis. Yes, I may seem silly in your eyes. But I can handle this and him perfectly well."

"In fact..." Fauna puffed up, cheeks pink but eyes blazing with wounded pride. "...I can handle Mika better than you."

Anya stared.

For one long beat there was only silence.

Then Anya barked out a laugh, sharp and disbelieving.

"Okay. Okay, Mom. That’s too much." She shook her head, still chuckling. "Sure, maybe I went overboard calling you fragile. You’re literally a Battle Angel. You’ve fought in wars. You’ve crushed armies. I get it."

"But still—don’t make laugh. You’re seriously trying to tell you can handle Mika better than I can?"

She planted both hands on her hips.

"I’m the absolute queen when it cos to that. Full control. Total embrace. No matter how wild he gets, I can take every single thing he throws at ."

"After all, I have years of experience under my belt. I know exactly how far he can go before he breaks and I know how to bring him right to that edge and keep him there."

She smirked.

"You, on the other hand? You may act all strong and brave in the beginning...but you’ll fold at the end. You always do."

"You’re too soft-hearted. Too sweet. One really rough session and you’ll be crying for rcy."

"Anya!" Fauna’s mouth dropped open in outrage.

"What? It’s true!"

Anya retorted to which Fauna scooted forward on the sofa, breasts jiggling with indignation.

"I most certainly will not cry for rcy! I’ve endured far worse than your little boyfriend’s enthusiasm. I’ve taken spears through the chest and walked away laughing."

"You think I can’t handle one horny man?"

Anya snorted.

"Spears are one thing. But Mika when he’s like this? Completely different beast. You’ll be whimpering ’slow down’ in five minutes."

"I will not!"

"You will too."

"Will not!"

"Will too."

"I raised you, young lady." Fauna poked Anya in the shoulder. "I know exactly how to handle intense situations. I can take him deeper, longer, and with better grace than you ever could."

Anya swatted the finger away.

"Oh please. You’d tap out before he even got halfway. I’ve seen you blush just from a little dirty talk. Imagine him actually railing you senseless."

"I would not blush! I would rock his world!"

"You’d rock the crib, maybe. Back to baby mode."

"You take that back!" Fauna gasped theatrically.

"Make ."

anwhile, Mika leaned back slightly on the sofa, arms still loosely wrapped around Fauna’s waist while she straddled him, and simply...watched.

He was enjoying this far more than he should have.

Normally Fauna folded the instant Anya raised her voice.

After all she was too timid, sweet, and always yielded to her fierce daughter like it was the natural order of things.

But right now?

Right now Fauna was puffed up, chin high, cheeks flushed with indignation, arguing tooth and nail that she could handle him better in bed.

That she could take everything he had to give without breaking.

That she—clumsy, silly, soft-hearted Fauna—was sohow the superior slut for her own son.

It was so absurd. So filthy. So perfectly taboo.

And Mika was eating it up.

He let them go at it for another few seconds, savoring the way their voices rose and overlapped, the way their bodies pressed closer with every heated word—until he noticed sothing.

Because they were butting heads so aggressively, chest-to-chest, Fauna’s swollen, leaking breasts were being squeezed between them.

Thin streams of warm milk were already escaping her nipples, trickling down the undersides of her breasts, sliding over her ribs...and dripping onto the sofa cushions below in soft, wet patters.

Mika’s eyes widened in horror.

"No—no no no no—"

That was his milk. His precious, warm, sweet, once-in-a-lifeti milk.

And it was getting wasted on upholstery.

He snapped.

"Both of you...SHUT UP!"

His voice cracked like a whip and before either of them could blink, his hands shot out.

One palm cracked hard across Fauna’s plump ass; the other landed with equal force on Anya’s.

Smack!

Smack!

The twin slaps echoed in the room—sharp, wet-sounding smacks that made both won yelp at the exact sa mont.

"Mika—!"

"Ah—!"

Their bodies jolted forward, chests mashing even tighter together.

More milk squirted out in tiny spurts from Fauna’s nipples, pattering down like warm rain.

But Mika didn’t stop.

He spanked them again.

Smack! Smack!

And again.

Smack! Smack!

And again.

Smack! Smack!

Each smack rang out in quick succession—left cheek, right cheek, left, right—until both asses were glowing cherry-red, handprints blooming across pale skin like fresh brands.

"Ow—ow—Mika—!"

"Mika—please—!"

Finally he stopped, hands lingering to knead the hot, smarting flesh possessively.

Both won were panting, eyes glassy, cheeks flushed. Their bodies pressed flush against him now—breasts heaving against his chest, leaking nipples saring sticky trails across his shirt, thighs quivering around his hips.

He then pulled them in tighter, one arm around each waist, and looked down at them with a mixture of sternness and unmistakable affection.

"Sorry for the punishnt." He said quietly, almost gently. "But it was necessary. There is no fighting around . Not like this. You don’t get to fight over , not when I’m right here."

Fauna imdiately pouted, lower lip trembling.

"But she started it! She said I was weak—she said I couldn’t handle you—she said I’d fold!"

Anya huffed, equally indignant.

"I was telling the truth, Mom. You can’t just accept that I’m better at taking him. I’ve had years of practice. You haven’t."

Mika’s hand lifted again and—

Crack!

One more sharp smack—split between both asses at once.

They both yelped and snapped their mouths shut, as he fixed them with a cold, unyielding stare.

"I don’t care."

His voice was low. Final.

"I don’t care about your argunts. I don’t care who started it. I don’t care who thinks they can take better."

"When you’re alone together? Fine. Scream, scratch, throw pillows, whatever healthy mother-daughter bullshit you need to work out."

"I get it. It’s natural."

"But right now?" His gaze hardened. "In front of ? You’re not mother and daughter."

He slid both hands down slowly, cupping their stinging asses, thumbs tracing the red handprints.

"You’re simply won. My won. Both of you."

He squeezed.

Fauna and Anya glanced at each other—wide-eyed, startled for the very first ti since the argunt began.

"And my won are obedient in front of ."

He repeated, softer now, thumbs dipping into the cleft of their asses, brushing teasingly over their puckered holes.

"They don’t fight like cats. Catfights are entertaining—I’ll admit that—but right now? I just watched so of my precious milk leak out and drip onto the fucking sofa. That is not sothing I can handle."

His fingers pressed just the tiniest bit harder—enough to make them gasp.

"So you’d better both behave. Or I swear to every god—I’ll let my cock explode into pieces right here and now. And then what?"

They panicked instantly.

"No—no, Mika—!"

"We’ll behave—we’ll behave!"

"Please don’t—your penis—Mika, please—!"

"We need to protect your penis!"

Both hands flew down at once—soft palms wrapping around his straining length, stroking him in frantic, soothing tandem.

Mika let out a long, shaky breath, eyes fluttering half-closed at the dual sensation.

"Good..." He purred. "Very good."

His fingers pushed deeper—sliding past the first tight ring of muscle on both of them at once.

Fauna whimpered; Anya moaned low in her throat.

"That’s how I like my won. Obedient. Just like this."

He leaned in, voice dropping to a husky whisper.

"So...why don’t we seal this little truce properly?"

He pulled back just enough to look at them.

"Stick out your tongues. Both of you."

They obeyed instantly.

Two pretty pink tongues slipped past soft lips—Fauna’s hesitant and trembling, Anya’s bolder but still flushed with embarrassnt.

Mika smiled, slow and filthy.

He leaned toward Fauna first.

"Such a dirty mother you are..."

He murmured against her mouth before claiming her lips in a deep, sloppy kiss.

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

His tongue tangled with hers, tasting milk and heat and submission.

"Such a dirty slut. A slutty mother who kisses her own son like this..."

Fauna moaned into his mouth—hot, flustered, hips twitching against him.

Not offended. Not even close. Just helplessly aroused.

He then broke away with a wet sound and turned to Anya.

"And you..." He gripped her chin. "Such a bitch. Fighting your own mother over who can take my cock better. Who can handle how rough I get."

"Both of you, mother and daughter are nothing but sluts. And sluts like you..."

He grabbed both their heads, fingers threading through hair, and pulled them together.

"...deserve to kiss each other."

Their tongues t first—slow, then hungry.

Fauna’s breath hitched as Anya sucked lightly on her tongue. Anya whimpered when Fauna licked back, shy but eager.

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

Saliva glistened between them, strings of it connecting their mouths as Mika guided them closer until all three tongues were sliding together—ssy, wet, obscene.

He groaned low in his throat at the sight.

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

When he finally pulled back, both won were dazed—cheeks flushed, lips swollen and shining, breathing ragged.

Mika smiled lazily.

"Now that we’ve got that sorted..." He stroked their hair almost gently. "How about we have ourselves a proper milk-sharing night?"

He looked down at Fauna’s still-leaking breasts, then back up at their flushed faces.

"Both Anya and I get to drink from you, Fauna. Your children get to drink your warm milk straight from the source. And in exchange..."

He guided their hands back to his cock, letting them feel how hard and slick it still was.

"I’ll give you both my own milk. You can lick it straight from the tip. Suck it out of my cock. Share it between your pretty mouths. Fair trade, right?"

He tilted his head.

"So, you fine with that? This little milk-sharing night?"

Fauna swallowed hard, eyes glassy with lust and lingering embarrassnt.

"Y-Yes...that sounds...fair..."

Anya nodded quickly, cheeks burning.

"I’m...I’m okay with it. More than okay."

Mika’s smile widened.

"Good girls."

He patted both their heads like they were prized pets.

"Then let’s get started. We’ve got a long night of sharing ahead."