SSS-Class MILFs And Their Yandere Daughters, I Want Them All!-Chapter 294: Undeniable Truth
Mika gazed down at Fauna’s trembling, exposed form, her pussy spread wide by her own hesitant fingers, glistening under the soft light.
A few more bead of arousal welled at her entrance and trickled down toward her ass.
And seeing this, he instantly knew she was on the edge.
One touch—just one—and she’d shatter.
But he didn’t want a quiet climax.
He didn’t want her to be able to brush it off as simple massage or because of the oil or any other excuse her innocent mind could cling to.
He wanted her to explode.
To squirt so hard she couldn’t deny what her body was feeling.
To burn the truth into her: he wasn’t just her son anymore.
He was a man.
And she wanted him in ways no mother ever should.
So, he went over to her side, gently brushing back her hair.
"It’s about the time we end this massage, Fauna." He said, his voice deep. "And I’m going to end it like I do for all women."
The first thing Fauna should have felt was relief and happiness that the agonizing, shameful sensation was going to end.
Shockingly, a part of her was actually disappointed and sad, almost as if she desperately wanted it to keep going.
She didn’t know why, but while her mind screamed denial, her body was completely craving more of Mika’s touch.
It was as if she had become addicted to this new feeling and wanted to feed it constantly. It was sad that it was over.
But she quickly shook away those thoughts, looking at Mika with a weak smile.
"Uh, what are you going to do, Mika? What are you going to do to finish it off?"
Mika held up two fingers, letting her see them clearly.
"Fingering." He said simply. "I push these inside a woman’s pussy. In and out, fast and deep, until she can’t take it anymore. Until she squirts everywhere—gushes like a fountain. It’s the grand finale."
Fauna’s eyes widened in horror.
"F-Fingering?" 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞
Mika chuckled, shaking his head like she was being adorably naïve before going on to say,
"You probably don’t even know what proper fingering feels like, with how innocent you are. But yeah—that’s how it ends.The woman comes so hard she soaks everything."
"You’ve read about female ejaculation in medical journals, right? The fluid release during intense stimulation? It’s the same but much more intense."
Fauna’s face drained of color.
She knew.
She knew exactly what he was describing.
And she could feel it building inside her—the pressure, the ache, the wetness that had nothing to do with oil.
"No." She whispered, shaking her head frantically. "That won’t happen. I’m your mother. There’s no way I’d...feel something like that from you."
Mika’s smile turned gentle, almost reassuring.
"Of course not." He agreed smoothly. "You’re my mother. There’s no way you’d get wet or squirt just because your son is touching you. I’m just doing it to show you what your colleagues felt and there way you’ll actually react the same way."
Fauna clung to his words like a lifeline.
’He’s right. I’m his mother. This is just a demonstrat’ion. Nothing will happen. I won’t feel it. I can’t.
So, with that in mind, se nodded shakily.
"O-Okay...I’m ready, Mika."
But before he touched her, Mika brought his two fingers to her lips.
"Lick them first." He commanded, voice low. "I need them wet."
Fauna’s eyes trembled, but the intense look on his face left no room for argument.
With a tiny, defeated whimper, she parted her lips and took his fingers into her mouth.
"Mmph!♡~ Mmm!♡~ Slurp!♡~ Ahhh!♡~"
Her tongue swirled around them obediently, coating them in warm saliva, sucking gently as he pushed them deeper. She gagged softly when they hit the back of her throat, eyes watering, but didn’t pull away.
Mika groaned low in his throat.
"Yeah, just like that." He rasped, slowly fucking her mouth with his fingers. "Suck them good, Fauna. Get them nice and wet for your pussy. You’re gonna need all the help you can get taking them."
Fauna’s cheeks burned with humiliation, but she obeyed, tongue lapping, lips sealing around his knuckles as drool spilled down her chin.
"Nnn!♡~ Suck!♡~ Ahh!♡~ Mmmph!♡~"
"Fuck, look at you." He growled, pumping faster. "Choking on your baby boy’s fingers like a desperate little slut."
"Bet your pussy’s clenching just thinking about where they’re going next."
She whimpered around his fingers, tears of shame pricking her eyes, but her hips lifted slightly off the table, betraying her.
And finally, he pulled them free with a wet pop, strings of saliva connecting her lips to his glistening digits.
"That should be enough." He said, voice rough.
He then brought the slick fingers down between her legs, rubbing slow rounds over her swollen clit first—making her jerk and moan—before aligning them at her entrance.
Fauna’s breath hitched, as the other hand gently stroked her hair, almost tender.
"Are you ready, Fauna?" He whispered. "Ready for what’s coming?"
She swallowed hard, mind screaming no, body screaming yes.
But she nodded, voice barely a whisper.
"I’m...I’m ready, Mika."
She said this because she thought she could handle it.
Mika had massaged the insides of her vagina before, even brushed close to her most intimate places in the past when he was playful or affectionate.
Back then, it had been nothing—just warm, innocent touch.
A little ticklish, maybe. Comforting. Motherly.
So, thinking it was going to be the same, she steeled herself, clenching her fists against the table, determined to prove this was the same.
That whatever strange heat had built inside her was just imagination.
That her body would stay calm, unaffected, maternal.
But the moment he pushed his fingers inside, everything shattered.
"Haaah—!!!!"
A bolt of pure, electric pleasure shot through her core, so intense her vision whited out for a second. Her walls clamped down around his fingers like they were trying to pull him deeper, and a raw, desperate scream tore from her throat.
"MIKA—!" She screamed, voice cracking. "MIKA, STOP—PLEASE DON’T—DON’T DO IT—!"
But it was too late.
Mika’s fingers began to pump—fast, relentless, curling perfectly against that spot inside her that made stars explode behind her eyelids.
"You like that, Fauna?"
He growled, voice dark and filthy as he pinned her hips down with his free hand.
"You like your son’s fingers fucking this tight little pussy?"
Fauna’s head thrashed side to side, tears spilling as her body betrayed her completely.
"OH GOD—OH GOD—NO, MIKA—NO—IT FEELS SO GOOD—NO—YOU CAN’T—!"
Her walls clenched around his thrusting fingers, slick sounds filling the room as he drove them deeper, faster, twisting and scissoring inside her.
"Dirty little mother." He rasped, leaning down to growl against her ear. "Look at you—moaning like a slut while your son finger-fucks you. This pussy’s dripping for me, squeezing my fingers like it never wants to let go."
Fauna sobbed, legs kicking helplessly, breasts bouncing with every brutal thrust of his hand.
"NO—NO—I’M YOUR MOTHER—I’M NOT—AHH—PLEASE—!"
But her hips were already rolling, chasing his fingers, her clit throbbing as his thumb found it and rubbed hard.
"That’s it." He cooed darkly, curling his fingers again and making her scream. "Come for me, Fauna."
"Come all over your baby boy’s fingers!"
"Show me how much you love having your son play with this greedy cunt!"
Fauna felt it building—something massive, unstoppable, gathering deep in her core like a dam about to burst.
"NO—NO—MIKA—I CAN’T—I’M GOING TO—!"
She knew what was coming.
She knew.
And she couldn’t let him see.
With a desperate cry, she wrenched herself away, flipping onto her stomach and burying her face in the cushion, thighs clamped tight as her body convulsed.
The orgasm exploded.
"Schlurp!♡~ Splish!♡~ Splat!♡~ Squish!♡~"
A hot, violent gush erupted from her pussy, squirting in powerful streams that soaked the table beneath her, dripping down the sides in messy rivulets.
Her hips jerked uncontrollably, ass clenching, toes curling as wave after wave crashed through her.
"Oh god—oh god—!" She screamed into the cushion, voice muffled and broken. "It’s coming—so much—too much—!"
Another squirt, harder this time, splashing audibly as her body spasmed.
"Gloop!♡~ Drip!♡~ Splurt!♡~ Plop!♡~"
Mika watched, eyes dark with triumph, hand still slick from being inside her.
Fauna on the other hand sobbed, mortified tears soaking the cushion as her pussy continued to pulse and leak, squirting in helpless little aftershocks.
She had come.
From her own son’s fingers.
And she couldn’t deny it anymore.
Not to herself.
Not ever again.
