SSS-Class MILFs And Their Yandere Daughters, I Want Them All!

Chapter 433: Peanut Butter And Jelly Hotdog

Astrid’s mouth fell open.

She was completely caught off guard, unable to process what he was saying.

"You know, Astrid, it’s been a while since we were together."

Mika continued, shaking his head.

"A whole year. And I was actually looking forward to this. I thought, ’Maybe she’s been practicing. Maybe she’s improved.’ Because surely, surely you knew how bad you were last time."

He chuckled, but there was no humor in it as he sharply added,

"But no. You’re still the same old Astrid. Still don’t know how to give a blowjob at all."

Hearing this, something snapped inside her.

The shame was still there, hot and heavy, but beneath it, a spark of genuine offense flared.

She narrowed her eyes, her voice coming out sharper than she expected.

"No Mika, you’re lying. There’s absolutely no way I’m the worst out of all my sisters. You’re just saying that to tease me, to bully me."

But Mika shook his head slowly, his expression never changing.

"I’m not lying, Astrid. And I’m not joking either, I wish I was."

"I mean, just look at what you were doing."

He pointed at his cock, still wet from her tongue.

"You weren’t sucking my dick like you were trying to satisfy a man. You were licking it like it’s a popsicle you wanted to savor slowly."

He leaned back against the sofa, arms folding behind his head as he said,

"Look, I get it. At the beginning, that’s what you do. That’s what I taught you—treat it like ice cream, lick it all over, warm it up."

"But that’s all you’ve been doing. From the past until now, you just keep licking with that small tongue of yours."

He reached down and rubbed her lower lip gently, almost mockingly.

"You don’t take it in your mouth. Just little licks, here and there."

"But your little sisters, on the other hand?" He let out a sarcastic chuckle. "They do the exact opposite."

Astrid’s eyes trembled. A cold dread began to creep into her chest.

"The moment they see my cock..."

Mika went on, his voice taking on an almost dreamy quality.

"...they don’t hesitate. They pounce on it like tigers."

"One second I’m looking down at it, the next it’s completely shoved inside their mouths. They take it deep, Astrid. Deep into their throats. And even when it’s all the way in, they’re still working—their tongues rotating, doing things you can’t imagine."

"Techniques that bring me real pleasure."

He tilted her chin up, forcing her to meet his eyes.

"And you know what else they do? They choke on it."

"Your little sisters—the same ones you always looked down on as the older sister—they gag on my cock. They take it all the way into their throats."

"They show a devotion that you, with your little licks and kisses, can’t even comprehend."

He released her chin and leaned back again, looking down at her like a disappointed teacher.

"So tell me, Astrid. What am I supposed to do with what you’re offering?"

"How am I supposed to rate it when they’re levels above you, while you’re still licking it like a kitty cat?"

Hearing this, Astrid collapsed internally, her mind reeling.

She’d thought she was already doing her best, putting in real effort.

But to hear that her sisters, the ones she’d raised, the ones she’d protected, were doing that to Mika...

Her body flushed hot all over, a complicated mix of shame, arousal, and something she didn’t want to name.

She couldn’t even imagine it. But now, she couldn’t stop imagining it either.

But even though she knew all of this, even though normally she would want to outdo her sisters, she couldn’t muster her usual competitive fire.

Instead, she looked up at him with the most pitiful, pleading gaze.

"But Mika...your big sister really can’t do that. After all, I have such a small mouth. It always hurts whenever I try to take it deep inside. I struggle to even breathe."

"Look! See how tiny it is?"

She stuck out her small tongue, trying to look as adorable and helpless as possible.

"I really can’t do what you’re asking. I can only lick tiny, tiny, tiny small bits. So, what you’re asking for is just too much for me."

She wasn’t just protesting anymore.

In her mind, it was more important that Mika didn’t look down on her, didn’t think less of her for her limitations.

She was trying to gain sympathy, to make him understand that it wasn’t that she didn’t want to—it was that she couldn’t.

And honestly?

It worked.

Mika reached down and patted her head gently, his touch warm and reassuring.

"I know, Astrid. I know, In the past, I’ve seen you try your best. But every single time you even tried to take just the tip, you choked and immediately gagged and pulled away."

Astrid nodded vigorously, grateful that he understood.

But then, Mika’s expression shifted. He looked at her with a meaningful, thoughtful gaze.

"But at the same time, do you really want to stay like that forever, Astrid?"

She blinked.

"Your sisters are going far ahead when it comes to giving me pleasure. So, do you really want to stay where you are?"

"Do you want to show such a poor performance while they excel?"

The words hit her like a physical blow.

All pretense vanished from her face.

The protests, the excuses, the attempts to gain sympathy—all of it melted away, replaced by something raw and honest.

"No, Mika." Her voice was small but sincere. "No, I really don’t want that."

She looked at him, then down at his cock, then back at his face.

"I’m supposed to be the big sister. I’m supposed to be the best at everything. Even...Even this." She bit her lip. "But I just don’t know what to do. I’m really bad at it. Even with the dildo I use, I struggle."

But then a thought occurred to her.

Her eyes narrowed slightly—not with anger, but with a sudden realization as she pointed at him in a accusing manner and proclaimed,

"You know what? This is actually your fault, Mika."

Mika raised an eyebrow, amused.

"My fault?"

"Yes, your fault!"

She grabbed onto his cock with both hands, not aggressively but possessively, stroking the tip with her fingers.

"It’s your fault for having such a thick, large penis! What am I supposed to do with something like this? It’s unnecessarily large!"

She continued stroking it, playing with the tip as she spoke.

"If anyone’s at fault here, it’s you! You and your ridiculously fat cock!"

Mika couldn’t help but smile.

"Oh? So you’re saying you’d prefer if my penis was much smaller? Are you suggesting that I trim it down for your sake?"

"If that’s really what you want, I don’t mind cutting off little from the top. After all, it is quite a burden to carry such a heavy weapon, so I actually wouldn’t mind the reduced weight."

The moment the words left his mouth, Astrid’s eyes went wide with horror.

"No! No, no, no, don’t do that! Don’t even think about it!"

She clutched his cock protectively, pressing it against her cheek like a cherished teddy bear.

"I like it big! I like that your penis is the biggest! It gives me a sense of safety and comfort! I would literally cry if it were to grow any bit smaller!"

She looked up at him with fierce determination.

"So, don’t you dare do some sort of spell to shorten your dick! Your big sister would be really angry if you did something like that!"

Seeing this protest, Mika burst out laughing.

"Wow, Astrid. Just wow."

He shook his head in disbelief.

"One moment ago, you were protesting about how wrong this is. And now here you are, protecting my cock and saying you prefer it big."

He grinned down at her.

"It seems like you’ve had a change of heart."

Astrid’s face burned crimson.

She couldn’t deny it.

She couldn’t say anything against it.

All she could do was look up at him shyly, timidly, and admit the truth.

"Well...from the very beginning, I never said I didn’t enjoy it, Mika. I never said I don’t love stroking it like this."

She continued her gentle movements, stroking him through his pants.

"I just said it was wrong. Taboo. Because you’re my little brother."

She looked up at him with glistening eyes.

"But after everything you’ve done to me tonight?"

"After making me feel all sorts of pleasure and breaking down all my walls?"

"You really can’t expect me to still protest, can you?"

She shook her head.

"It’s impossible. I can only hold myself up so much."

Mika chuckled warmly, reaching down to caress her cheek.

She leaned into his touch, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment.

Then a curious thought occurred to him.

"So if I were to help you...if I helped you learn how to properly suck my cock, and helped you become genuinely enthusiastic about it...would you be willing to try?"

Astrid stared at him for a moment.

Then, slowly, shyly, she nodded.

Mika’s smile widened with satisfaction.

He had gotten this far.

Now it was time to go further.

"Just give me a second." He said, suddenly getting up.

Astrid blinked in confusion, watching as he walked over to the small mini-fridge in the corner of her office.

"Where is it, where is it?" He muttered, rummaging inside. "It should be around here somewhere..."

Astrid sat up slightly, still on all fours, watching him with curious eyes.

"Ah! Found it!"

He pulled out two items and closed the fridge, then walked back over and settled into his previous position.

Astrid immediately lay back down on his lap as he resumed his position, not wanting to be anywhere else.

But when she saw what was in his hands—

Peanut butter.

And strawberry jam.

Astrid stared at the two jars in utter bewilderment.

"What are you doing, Mika?" She asked curiously. "Why did you take those out of my fridge?"

"You see, Astrid..." He began, opening the containers. "...the easiest fix to our little size problem would be either to make my penis become ultra small so you could take it into your mouth easily without struggling."

"Or your mouth could grow bigger so you could take me in more comfortably."

He shook his head regretfully.

"But unfortunately, we can’t do either of those things."

Astrid watched with wide eyes as he dipped his fingers into the jam.

"However..." He continued, a evil smile spreading across his face. "...we can focus your efforts on something else."

To her shock—he started to cover his cock in jam and continued to say,

"Instead of trying to take my cock deep into your mouth, we can focus on how you lick the outside of it."

Astrid’s eyes trembled as she realized what he was doing.

He moved to the peanut butter, spreading it alongside the jam, creating a delicious-smelling mixture that covered his entire length.

"And instead of those small, tentative little licks you’d probably give..." He continued, thoroughly coating himself. "...we can make it much more enjoyable. We can make you lick it frantically, desperately, like an animal in heat."

He set the jars aside and held up his glistening, coated cock.

"And we’re going to use peanut butter and jam for that since I know how much you absolutely love the combo, Astrid. In the past, you’d ask for them at breakfast, lunch, and dinner."

"You even have ten whole jars of each in your office fridge—that’s not just casual preference."

He gave a knowing smirk.

"...That’s obsession."

Astrid’s mouth was already watering at the sight—and the smell. The sweet scent of jam mixed with the rich, nutty aroma of peanut butter created an irresistible combination.

"So now we’re going to use that obsession. We’re going to make you hungry. This cock is coated in everything you love, and that’s going to trigger something primal inside you. Something that won’t be satisfied with tiny, hesitant licks."

He leaned back, presenting himself to her.

"It’s going to make you thoroughly enjoy my penis."

Astrid stared at the treat before her.

His cock, normally intimidating in size, was now transformed into something that looked absolutely delicious.

The jam glistened, the peanut butter promised richness, and beneath it all was the one thing she wanted most in the world.

Him.

"Now then, my eager little fox." Mika smiled warmly. "Go ahead."

He gestured invitingly.

"Start licking. Enjoy my cock—made even more delicious just for you."