SSS-Class MILFs And Their Yandere Daughters, I Want Them All!-Chapter 348: I Don’t Have Any Milk Right Now!

Fauna hesitated, her mind conjuring the image of him between her legs.

"I...I mean, you could. It would be...exciting. But Mika, even then, it still probably won’t be enough volume. You said you want a steady, heavy flow."

"And I...I don’t think that can’t produce that much down there."

"I doubt that." Mika countered. "I’m pretty sure I can make you squirt over and over again, just like I did to those sisters. We could turn you into a waterfall."

Fauna’s body became scorching hot. She was so tempted, so incredibly tempted to just give in.

To let him bury his face between her thighs, tongue and fingers working until she shattered again and again.

But she shook her head again.

"Still...it’s not realistic. Even if I squirted...it would be like a waterfall. It would blast everywhere. A lot of it would be lost."

"Not to mention that, my body...I wouldn’t be able to handle it."

She said shyly before going on to say,

"I could take a full on attack from a SS-class blessed and remain unscathed. But I wouldn’t even be able to feel my lower half anymore if I squirted that many times."

"That’s just not feasible."

She went silent for a moment, her eyes drifting as she thought.

But then, suddenly, her face lit up with an idea, but just as quickly, it dimmed and she shook her head like it wouldn’t work out.

Mika noticed. "What is it? You’ve got a decent idea, don’t you?"

"I...no, it’s impossible." She muttered. "Maybe a long time ago, but now..."

"Tell me, Fauna. What is it?"

She hesitated, looking up at him with shy, shimmering eyes.

"I...I was thinking about using my breast milk."

She lifted her heavy breasts slightly, shaking them a little as if to demonstrate.

"It’s exactly what you’re asking for right now. It’s not only a liquid—it’s a substance that’s extremely edible. Something you’re literally meant to drink into your body. And I can produce a large amount of breast milk and supply it to you steadily."

She blushed deeper.

"Even in the past, when I had Anya as a baby...I had quite an abundant amount of breast milk to the extent that it would start leaking out from time to time because my breasts would get so big and plump."

"I’d have to use a breast pump to take out a lot of it." She said while squeezing her breasts just like she did in the past. "And since Anya wasn’t willing to drink it all and Yelena and the others also had enough milk for their babies, sometimes I would just..."

She blushed profusely.

"...drink it myself. Use it as a snack from time to time."

Mika stared at her, genuinely surprised by the sudden revelation.

Then he burst out laughing softly, pulling her closer.

"Wow, Fauna...You really are quite a dirty little mother, aren’t you? Drinking your own breast milk that’s meant for your child."

"That’s so naughty...and hot at the same time."

"Nooo! It’s not like that!" Fauna pouted, cheeks puffing out. "I didn’t want to throw away my milk like that. And it’s not like I could donate it either—my milk is way too potent for any normal baby."

"Only someone like Anya, who was also going to be a future SSS-class blessed could handle it."

She paused, then added shyly,

"It also...didn’t taste bad. It was rather sweet and creamy. Sometimes I would even put it in my coffee as cream and drink it once or twice."

Hearing this, Mika’s cock twitched hard against her thigh, suddenly even hotter and thicker.

"Wow, Fauna...you really are tempting me to ravge right now, aren’t you?"

And before she could deny his words, he grabbed her face and kissed her deeply.

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

She squeaked in surprise but melted into it, kissing him back just as fiercely.

When they broke apart, she looked up at him, dazed.

"Is it...really that naughty? What I did?"

Mika groaned, glancing down at his throbbing erection.

"Look at this thing. It’s twitching like crazy right now. That’s how hot it is. You don’t know how much I’d love to see the sight of you drinking your breast milk again."

Fauna gulped.

"But...that’s so lewd."

She looked at Mika lips and imagined them on her nipples.

"It would be so embarrassing to feed my adult son from my own breasts when he’s not even a baby anymore."

"And more than that...my breasts are completely drained and I don’t have any breast milk in my body. So, we can’t go with that solution."

Mika narrowed his eyes playfully.

"Really? With these juicy, fatty breasts? I think there should be some breast milk left."

He dove forward, groping her breasts firmly, squeezing and kneading while he tugged on her nipples.

"Come on, breast milk...come on, come on..."

He pulled harder, rolling the stiff peaks between his fingers, coaxing, teasing.

"Come out...I want to taste you. I want to taste my mother’s breast milk that I never got to try before. Come on...come out for me..."

"No, no, no! Mika—stop! My breasts are completely empty!"

Fauna immediately started protesting, her hands flying up to grab at Mika’s wrists as he continued kneading and tugging at her heavy breasts.

"There’s no milk inside! I’ve already checked before—I squeezed them really hard, and nothing ever came out! Nothing!"

But Mika shook his head stubbornly, refusing to relent.

"You probably haven’t squeezed enough."

He murmured, voice low and teasing.

"There’s probably still some deep inside..."

He pulled upward on both breasts at once, stretching the skin gently, thumbs dragging over her stiff nipples.

"M-Mika...!" Fauna whimpered, a helpless moan slipping past her lips as her back arched involuntarily.

"Just look at these." He said, almost reverently, eyes dark with hunger. "Look at how fat they are. There’s no way you can tell me there’s no milk inside."

"No, Mika—that’s just how big my breasts are!"

Fauna shook her head frantically, cheeks flaming.

"I’ve always had large breasts even before I was pregnant! In fact...if I actually had milk right now, they would be even bigger than they already are."

Mika paused mid-squeeze, eyes widening.

"Wait...are you serious right now?" He asked slowly. "You’re seriously telling me these fun bags of yours would get even bigger if they were full of milk?"

Fauna nodded shyly, biting her lip.

"When I was pregnant with Anya...they were actually quite a lot bigger. I had to wear a completely different bra size because of it."

"They were so jiggly and soft...and heavy. And with my slender frame, they looked slightly awkward—bulging out so much it felt strange."

"I-I was really insecure about it back then."

Mika’s hands gentled immediately, sliding into soft, worshipful caresses along the curves of her breasts

"What are you talking about, Fauna?" He murmured. "That would have been the hottest thing in the world."

"God, if I had been there at that time...I would have been sucking your breasts all the time."

"I would never have taken them out of my mouth."

He leaned in, lips brushing the shell of her ear.

"Even if you were my mother...I wouldn’t have been able to keep my hands or my mouth off you."

Fauna gasped sharply, the raw naughtiness of his words sending a fresh gush of heat between her thighs.

"M-Mika...!"

He pulled back just enough to meet her eyes, gaze burning.

"I honestly don’t even mind knocking you up right now." He continued, voice rough. "Filling you up with my sperm...making you pregnant with my child...just so I could see your breasts all swollen up and leaking milk."

"It would be so fucking hot to look at."

Fauna’s entire body went rigid.

"Wh—what are you saying?!" She squeaked, voice cracking. "There’s no way—no way we can do that! We’re mother and son!"

"The only reason we’re so intimate right now is because of the reaction in your body and because we were already close."

"B-But actually pushing it inside me...actually making me pregnant...!"

Her whole body was steaming now, skin flushed from head to toe, trembling in his arms.

"That’s too much! That’s way too much!"

She was shaking so hard he could feel it against his chest and seeing this, Mika sighed deeply.

This was exactly why he hadn’t gone all the way yet.

He could do so many filthy, wonderful things with her—kiss her senseless, have her suck him for hours, drink her saliva, grope her, tease her—but the moment he pushed for actual penetration, for the final taboo act...she would panic.

She would pull away. She wasn’t mentally ready.

Not yet.

So he had to be patient. Build slowly. Lay stepping stones. Raise the level inch by inch until she could accept it without breaking.

So, for now...he simply chuckled and kissed the top of her head.

"I’m just joking, Fauna. And if I’m being honest...I’d actually love to see you pregnant, you know."

"It would be quite hard to resist seeing you all swollen up—not just your breasts, but your tummy too."

"Carrying a child inside you. With that curvaceous body of yours...you’d look so mesmerizing."

Fauna looked up at him, eyes wide and conflicted.

"You...You really think so? You really don’t think I would look fat and weird with a child in me."

Mika shook his head firmly.

"Even with a child inside you...I’d want to make love to you all the time."

"That is if I were your husband and not your son, of course. Haha."

The words hit her like a shockwave.

Her pussy clenched hard, a fresh gush of slick heat coating her thighs at the mental image—carrying Mika’s baby, being claimed so completely.

She shook her head quickly, trying to banish the thought.

But Mika’s voice grew resolute.

"And right now, I still think breast milk is the best way to go." He said. "It’s the only way I can get a steady, high-volume supply of your liquid into my body and the only way to solve this problem right now."

Fauna’s eyes widened in sudden panic.

She thought he was saying the only way to save him—the only way to cure the substance inside him—was for her to get pregnant.

To let him fill her womb.

To carry his child and produce milk.

Her heart slammed against her ribs.

On one hand...Mika’s life. His manhood. His future.

On the other...the ultimate taboo.

Her own son impregnating her. Committing something so irreversible, so forbidden.

And yet, the thought of carrying Mika’s child...of her belly swelling with his baby...made her so dizzy with forbidden excitement that she felt like her heart might burst out of her chest.

She was happy—actually happy—at the idea.

But she knew it was wrong.

So wrong.

Incestuous. Taboo. Unforgivable.

Still...his life mattered more than anything.

She opened her mouth, trembling on the verge of saying yes—of telling him to fill her up, to breed her, to give her his child if it meant saving him—

But Mika spoke again, voice calm.

"But don’t worry, Fauna." He said gently. "I have a way of getting you filled up with breast milk without even getting you pregnant. And it’s a rather easy solution."

Fauna blinked.

The words hit her like cold water.

She stared at him, stunned.

Then she burst into awkward, nervous laughter, trying to cover up the fact that she’d been seconds away from surrendering her womb.

"W-Well! That’s really good, Mika!" She said, voice too high, cheeks flaming. "Very good thinking!"

Mika had no idea, none at all that she’d been on the verge of giving in completely. That if he’d stayed silent for just a few more seconds, she would have begged him to knock her up.

If he ever found out...he’d probably beat himself black and blue with regret for almost letting it happen.

But what’s done was done.

Fauna swallowed hard, trying to steady her breathing.

"So...what exactly is this ’easy solution’ you’re talking about?" She asked. "Are you trying to make me take hormones so I can produce breast milk?"

"It’s possible, but I don’t know if normal hormones would even affect my body. You’d probably have to create something special just for my constitution—"

Mika shook his head.

"It’s much simpler than that."

He smiled, slow and knowing.

"After all, we have a certain person in our family who can manipulate body parts. Change the composition of her body. Create new organs if she wants to."

"She basically has absolute control over anyone’s physical anatomy."

Fauna’s eyes trembled as realization dawned.

"You mean...?"

Mika nodded, smile widening.

"Yes. It’s no other than your own daughter. Anya. The one who has absolute control over anyone’s body."

"And I’m pretty sure if you ask her for a favor, she can fill your breasts with breast milk..."

"...The same breast milk she used to drink when she was a baby."

He chuckled, thoroughly satisfied that his lies and manipulation led him right where he wanted it to.

"Isn’t that the best, most perfect idea, Fauna?"