SSS-Class MILFs And Their Yandere Daughters, I Want Them All!-Chapter 290: Arousal?

Fauna had absolutely no clue why she was feeling this way right now.

Mika had touched her body countless times before—playful pokes, hugs, even the occasional tickle fight when he was younger.

Sometimes those touches had been more intimate than most mothers would allow: a hand on her thigh while they watched TV, a head resting on her chest, and what stuff like what they had done this morning.

She’d always let him, because he was her baby boy, her precious son. It felt like affection, like closeness, nothing more.

Just warm skin and ticklish giggles.

But this?

This was different.

Every press of his fingers sent liquid fire racing through her veins. Her skin prickled, hypersensitive, as if a thousand tiny sparks danced wherever he touched.

Her heart pounded so hard she could hear it in her ears. Sweat beaded on her forehead and between her breasts.

And lower—god, lower—there was a deep, throbbing heat, a slick wetness gathering in her panties that made her thighs clench together in panic.

She knew this feeling.

Vaguely.

From a lifetime ago.

But the memory was slippery, buried under years of motherhood and duty.

Her thoughts were then interrupted as Mika’s hands moved lower, boldly sliding beneath the waistband of her panties.

He tugged them up slightly, wedging the fabric between her cheeks before spreading them wide, exposing her bare ass to the cool air. His strong fingers dug into the soft, naked flesh, kneading deeply.

"Mmm—!" Fauna choked on a gasp, her body jerking involuntarily.

The sensation was overwhelming—his warm palms against her bare skin, spreading her, massaging places no one else had touched.

She whimpered, biting her lip hard to stifle the sounds threatening to spill out.

"Just getting better access." He said. "Panties were in the way."

Fauna could barely nod, her face burning as she buried it in the cushion. She was trembling, sweating, her pussy growing wetter with every firm press of his fingers into her ass.

She gripped the table, fighting the moans that kept bubbling up.

She had to know what this was.

She couldn’t ask directly—not when it felt so wrong to admit how good it was.

But maybe...indirectly.

Slowly, she turned her head, voice muffled against the cushion.

"M-Mika...I have a question. About massages in general. It’s been bothering me for a while."

Mika’s hands paused on her lower back, thumbs brushing the swell of her ass before sliding up to her bra strap.

He unhooked it with ease, letting the straps fall loose, then resumed massaging her bare back—fingers grazing the sides of her heavy breasts pressed against the table.

"Sure." He said casually. "I’ve read a lot of books on this stuff. Ask away."

Fauna swallowed hard, her nipples hardening against the table as his fingers brushed the sensitive sides of her breasts.

"Well...this might sound weird, but...I heard from some colleagues about this massage place they went to as a group."

"They said that he masseuse over there was really good. Like, too good. They said it gave them this...sensation they don’t normally get from regular massages."

Mika’s fingers slowed, tracing along her spine.

"What kind of sensation?"

Fauna’s voice trembled, her body still quivering from his touch.

"They said...their whole body got really hot. Like a furnace. Their heart was pounding, like it might burst out of their chest. Every part of them felt like it was on fire, but also...electric."

"They were sweating a lot, breathing fast, mind all over the place..." She hesitated, cheeks burning. "And...they felt this tingling down there. In their...private parts."

"And some wetness. Not like they peed or anything, just...wet. And ticklish in a weird way."

She buried her face deeper into the cushion, mortified but desperate for an answer.

"D-Do you...do you know what kind of massage that is? Why they felt like that?"

The moment Mika heard her description, he stopped massaging her completely. He wore an awkward look, hesitating to answer.

"Fauna...I don’t think I should answer this question right now." He said carefully. "It’s not exactly appropriate."

"And, well, if I answer it, it might make you look at your colleagues a little bit weird, since what they experienced wasn’t exactly a normal massage."

Hearing this, Fauna was scared and intrigued at the same time. She lifted her head up slightly.

"No, no, please tell me!" She pleaded, voice shaking. "I’ve been curious ever since they told me! I don’t mind what you say—just tell me what it was! Why did they feel like that?"

Mika hesitated again, fingers still resting on her bare back.

Finally, he sighed.

"Well, that wasn’t a normal massage place, Fauna." He said carefully. "It was probably one focused on...pleasure. Like an erotic massage."

"The kind that’s meant to turn you on, make you feel good in that way. The heat, the racing heart, the tingling and wetness...that’s arousal."

"Your colleagues got sexually turned on during the massage. That’s probably why they felt like that."

Fauna’s entire body went rigid.

Her mind blanked.

Arousal.

Sexual.

Turned on.

The words echoed in her head, each one a hammer blow.

That tingling heat spreading through her body...the wetness soaking her panties...the way her nipples ached and her pussy throbbed with every touch...

...was arousal?

From Mika’s massage?

Her own son’s hands on her body?

Fauna’s face drained of color, then flushed bright red.

"No..." She whispered, voice barely audible. "That can’t...that can’t be right..."

She turned her head, forcing an awkward smile.

"Y-You’re joking, right? You’re just trying to tease me, aren’t you? You always call me childish and know I get flustered easily, so you’re bringing up adult topics to embarrass me!"

Fauna pressed on, desperate to refute him.

"I mean, just think about it. There’s no way actual massage parlors do...that. After all, massages are supposed to be innocent! Relaxing! Not...not naughty like you said!"

Her cheeks burned.

"Every place I’ve been to has been perfectly normal. No one’s ever offered anything like...like that."

But Mika simply shook his head as he continued his massage, his hands fully sunk into her belly, moving in slow motions that sent butterflies fluttering through her tummy.

"Of course you won’t find that option in a hotel spa." He said calmly, voice low. "Those are public, regulated. The places I’m talking about are private establishments."

"You have to know where to look. They’re not advertised openly because they’re...adult-oriented."

"Adult-oriented...?" Fauna quivered.

Mika nodded, fingers kneading her belly.

"They exist for women who are sexually frustrated. Women whose partners can’t satisfy them. Or single women who don’t want a relationship but still have needs. They go there, lie on a table just like this, and the masseuse...takes care of them."

Fauna’s mouth opened, then closed. She couldn’t find words.

Mika continued, voice matter-of-fact.

"The masseuse is also trained to touch a woman’s body in ways that build pleasure. Slowly. Thoroughly. Until she’s exactly like your colleagues described: hot, sweating, heart racing, mind foggy, tingling down there, wet and aching."

"That’s the goal. Relief. Release. Nothing shameful about it, so don’t judge them too much." 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

But for Fauna, the existence of such establishments was irrelevant.

What truly bothered her was the fact that the feeling she was currently experiencing—the trembling, the sweating, the intense heat—was, according to Mika, sexual frustration.

And she was feeling it from the same baby boy she had held in her hands just yesterday, the one she had raised and fed her whole life.

She could vividly recall him taking his first steps towards her, and her grabbing him and throwing him into the air, flying around in happiness.

The idea that the same baby boy was now causing her to feel sexual desire was fundamentally wrong, and she refused to believe it.

Even someone as innocent as her knew it was wrong to feel this way.

She turned her head, fighting back against his claims.

"B-But how do you even know that those symptoms I just told you are because of sexual frustration and sexual feelings?"

She challenged, desperation replacing shyness.

"Can’t they just be a sort of relief or something else? How can you possibly know a woman’s feelings that deeply that you are so convinced it’s in a sexual way?"

She didn’t care about the bold words she was speaking; she simply needed to refute what he had said.

Mika, who had now taken off her bra completely, slid his hands right onto her bare breasts.

He began massaging and kneading them, twisting her nipples gently at the same time. The increased sensation made her whimper and jerk around on the table.

He spoke with a slight, knowing smile.

"Honestly, I don’t know if I should be talking about this topic with my own mother. It’s slightly awkward for me."

He then looked toward her, noting her intense, pleading gaze.

"But you really seem to want an answer right now. It seems like you really care for this colleague of yours."

Fauna’s cheeks flushed deeply, as Mika continued, dropping the pretense.

"Well, fine. The reason I know the symptoms you’re talking about so thoroughly is because I myself have caused the same feeling in many women before."

This statement made her flustered.

"W-What do you mean you’ve made women feel this way?!" She squeaked, voice climbing. "That sounds so...so naughty!"

Mika chuckled, twisting her nipples gently between his fingers. She jerked, a soft cry escaping before she could stop it.

"Because it is naughty." He said, voice low and amused. "I’m a bit of a womanizer, Fauna. You know that. That also means that I’m not your innocent little boy anymore and I have some experience when it comes to pleasure."

"And in bed, you don’t just dive straight in. You do foreplay. You touch her body, massage her, tease her until she’s begging. And every single time, she reacts exactly like your colleagues described."

"Exactly like you’re reacting right now...So yeah, that’s what I’m basing this all on."

Fauna’s breath caught.

Her mind reeled.

The heat.

The tingling.

The wetness soaking her panties.

The way her nipples throbbed under his fingers.

The ache deep in her pussy.

It was all...arousal?

From Mika’s touch?

Her own son?

"No..." She whispered, shaking her head against the cushion. "That can’t be right. You’re mistaken. It’s just...relief. Muscle tension. That’s all."

But her body betrayed her. Another soft moan slipped out as his fingers rolled her nipples, sending sparks straight to her clit.

Mika leaned down, voice a warm murmur against her ear.

"Keep telling yourself that, Fauna." He said softly. "But I have much more experience then you have regarding this topic and I can say for sure that what your colleagues felt was pleasure."

"...Pure undeniable arousal that makes their body throb."

Fauna buried her face in the cushion, trembling, lost in a storm of confusion, guilt, and undeniable, overwhelming pleasure.

She was aroused.

By her son.

And the massage was far from over.