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

Chapter 473: Fishing For A Mother

Nadia was absolutely baffled. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing.

In her mind, a prank meant something harmless and childish—putting fake vomit on someone’s car and watching them freak out, or drawing silly pictures on a sleeping person’s face and taking selfies.

It did not mean groping your own mother while describing in graphic detail how you wanted to impregnate her and keep her belly constantly swollen with your children.

That was not a prank.

That was something else entirely, something far too serious and dangerous to dismiss so lightly.

Her mind was in complete chaos because of this.

This was especially so since she was already struggling to come to terms with what had happened in the dressing room earlier—his hands on her, his whispered words, his insistence that it was all a prank.

She had been confused then. Now, after everything he had just done and said, her mind was a battlefield.

Part of her wanted to believe him. To accept that it was all just a joke, a twisted game, and move on.

That would be the easiest path. Yelena or Fauna would have grabbed onto that explanation like a lifeline, using it to escape the uncomfortable implications of what had just transpired.

But Nadia’s mind didn’t work that way.

She was analytical. Precise. She could sense that there was more beneath the surface—an agenda, an intention, something he was hiding behind the convenient excuse of a "prank."

Yet she couldn’t outright accuse him of lying either.

Because that would mean admitting that her son genuinely wanted to impregnate her.

That he looked at her not as a mother, but as a woman.

That thought was so absurd, so fundamentally wrong, that her mind rejected it before it could fully form.

Mika was her baby boy. She had raised him, changed his diapers, taught him to walk and talk.

He looked up to her as a mother. That was the natural order of things. Anything else was impossible.

Still, she couldn’t fully accept his explanation either. Mika wasn’t childish enough to say such dirty, explicit things and grope her body only to laugh it off as a prank.

There was meaning behind it, she was sure of it, but she had no idea what that meaning was.

She was trapped in a web of confusion, and Mika was watching her with quiet satisfaction, observing the emotions flickering across her face.

He was glad she hadn’t simply accepted his words.

If she had—if she had nodded and said "oh, okay, a prank, that makes sense"—he would have been disappointed.

But Nadia was too smart for that. She was questioning, analyzing, trying to find the thread of truth beneath his deception.

But he also knew that if he admitted the truth now—if he confessed that every word, every touch, every implication was real—she would panic.

In this moment, overwhelmed by emotion and arousal, she might even go along with it. But later, when she had time to think, when her composure returned, she would be horrified.

She would sit him down for a conversation. She would try to steer him away from this ’dangerous path.’ She would build walls between them that might never come down.

He couldn’t let that happen.

So he played the long game. He was basically fishing, and Nadia was no small fish—she was a massive, ferocious shark.

If he reeled too hard or too fast, she would break the line and swim away forever. So he had to play it carefully: pull her in a little, let her go, pull her in deeper, then let her go again.

Each time she got closer to the hook without realizing it.

He was playing with her mind. Disturbing her thoughts. Making her question everything she thought she knew about him, about herself, about their relationship.

And eventually, he knew, she would confront him directly.

Nadia was confrontational by nature. She wouldn’t let this fester. She would demand answers.

And when that moment came, he would be ready.

He had a perfect response prepared—one that would completely change the script in his favor.

But that moment wasn’t now.

Now, he needed to redirect her. Give her something else to focus on before she calmed down too much and started asking questions he wasn’t ready to answer.

So he smiled brightly, as if the entire heavy conversation had never happened, and said cheerfully.

"Speaking of pranks, Nadia...do you wanna do something really fun and prank every single official here?"

The sudden shift caught Nadia completely off guard.

One moment she had been drowning in confusion and taboo thoughts; the next, Mika was talking about pranks again like nothing had happened.

She instinctively shivered and covered her body a little more, looking at him with wary eyes, half-expecting him to pounce on her again.

But he didn’t. Instead, he glanced toward the officials who had mostly returned to their seats and were chatting politely once more, then looked back at her with pure, innocent enthusiasm.

"You know, I’m honestly still so pissed off at every single one of them right now, and I want to do something to them as well."

His eyes sparkled with mischief. "So what do you say, Nadia? Are you in?"

Nadia stared at him, utterly faltering inside.

Just moments ago he had looked like a lust-filled man openly craving her body.

Now he looked so pure and boyish again, exactly like the son she remembered.

She wondered if everything he had done and said really had been nothing more than a prank in his mind. It still didn’t make complete sense, but the contradiction was giving her a headache.

Rather than spiral further, she decided to push the heavy thoughts aside for now and focus on something else.

"How...How are we going to prank everyone, Mika?" She asked, almost using the question as a way to clear her head.

Seeing that his distraction had worked, Mika’s grin widened.

"Just watch this, Nadia. Just watch as everyone starts panicking right now."

He pulled out his phone. She flinched instinctively, eyeing the device with deep suspicion. Every time that phone came out, something terrible happened.

But he didn’t hand it to her. Instead, he opened a video and reached for the microphone on the table in front of them.

She realized what he was about to do a second too late.

"Mika, don’t—"

He pressed play.

The hall’s speakers crackled to life, and a woman’s voice filled the room—moaning, gasping, crying out in pleasure.

"Yes! Yes fuck me! Fuck me harder!

It was Mika with another demi-human woman—the wife of one of the officials, a woman from the ox race with prominent horns.

Her voice boomed through every speaker in the grand hall, loud and unmistakable:

"Yes, yes! Fuck me harder! Fuck me like the bull you are! My husband could never fuck me like you do"

"His dick is so small compared to yours—so fuck me hard!"

Lewd moans, wet slapping sounds, and breathless whimpers filled the entire room.

Nadia gasped and slapped a hand over her mouth in shock.

And the peaceful hall erupted into absolute chaos.

"What the hell?! What is that?!"

"Who the hell is playing such absurd videos right now? Turn it off! Turn it off!"

Officials jumped from their seats, looking around frantically for the source of the sound. Some were covering their ears. Others were staring at the speakers in disbelief.

The husband of the woman in the video looked particularly stricken.

He thought he recognized his wife’s voice, but immediately shook his head, muttering that it couldn’t possibly be true. Still, an irritated scowl settled on his face.

The entire room was in uproar—people running around trying to find the source of the audio, faces red, some getting uncomfortably hot and bothered.

Nadia grabbed onto Mika’s shirt desperately, voice tight with panic.

"Stop it, Mika! Stop it right now! Don’t play such videos here! If this gets out, my reputation will be ruined!"

Mika simply shrugged, looking completely unbothered.

"It’s not a big deal, really. Right now they probably think the system was hacked or something silly like that. Officials deal with weird technical issues all the time."

He gave her a teasing smile.

"And even if they suspected someone, they definitely wouldn’t think it was you."

"You’re literally the last person anyone would imagine doing something like this. So we’re totally in the safe zone right now. We can have as much fun as we want."

Nadia’s panic eased slightly as logic sank in. They really were covered. No one would trace it back to her. Still, she blushed deeply.

"But still, Mika...isn’t this a little too cruel? I mean, the husband of that lady is sitting right out there. Don’t you feel bad for him?"

Mika scoffed, looking out at the officials with open disdain.

"Who the hell cares about him? He’s a piece of shit who cheats on his wife right in front of her with other women. I couldn’t care less about him."

He increased the volume slightly, making the lewd moans even louder.

Some of the women in the hall had stopped panicking. Their faces were flushed, their breathing shallow.

A few were whispering to each other.

"God...the way that woman is moaning...it’s quite seductive, isn’t it?"

"I know...those moans sound like they’re coming straight from the soul. She must be getting it really good."

"The man is clearly very skilled at what he’s doing..."

Even the male representatives were affected. They shifted uncomfortably, adjusting their collars, crossing and uncrossing their legs.

"Damn." One muttered. "Whoever that man is, he’s having the time of his life."

Another leaned over to his colleague.

"Do you...do you have a link to this video? For research purposes?"

The husband of the woman in the recording sat frozen, his face now bright red. He knew that voice. He knew it intimately. And despite his confusion, despite his outrage, despite everything—he was getting turned on.

Nadia watched the chaos unfold, and despite herself, she felt a smile tugging at her lips.

"You’re being so naughty right now." She murmured.

Mika grinned and handed her the phone. "You should try it too, Nadia. Pick another video and change it up."

She pushed it back. "No, Mika. I’m not getting involved in this."

"Come on, Nadia." His voice was light, teasing. "You and I have always been a duo when it comes to pranks. We might prank each other, but when it comes to everyone else, we’ve always teamed up."

The words hit her with a wave of warm memories.

She remembered all the times she and young Mika had teamed up to prank the rest of the family—watching their reactions, then running away laughing together.

Everyone used to get irritated with the two of them, but those had been some of the happiest, most nostalgic moments of their family life.

Seeing the pure enthusiasm and boyish excitement in Mika’s eyes now, as if he wanted to relive those memories with her, Nadia felt her resistance crumble.

A beautiful, soft look appeared in her eyes.

"Fine...fine. But only a few times, okay? Only because you’re looking at me with such a gaze...I can’t help but give in."

She took the phone, scrolled through the many explicit videos with a sly little glance at him, then selected one and held it up to the microphone.

Immediately, another round of loud, shameless moans filled the hall:

"Suck my tits! Suck my tits like that! Oh God, yeah—lick it all! Lick my dirty tits right now!"

The officials lost their minds again. Women blushed harder. Men shifted uncomfortably in their seats.

A few even muttered things like "I have to go home and find the video no matter what" while trying to look innocent.

Nadia herself felt a dark, devilish satisfaction.

These people had made her life difficult for years. They had opposed her at every turn, questioned her motives, blocked her initiatives.

And now, here they were, squirming because of her.

She selected another video. Another voice. More moans.

The reactions grew more frantic. The husbands grew more suspicious. The women grew more flustered.

Mika leaned back in his chair, watching her with satisfaction.

The taboo, intimate moment from before had transformed into something else entirely—a shared adventure, a prank pulled together, just like old times.

And Nadia was enjoying it.

He could see it in the way her eyes sparkled, in the way she selected each new video with deliberate mischief.

The anger she had been holding against these officials, the frustration she had suppressed for years—it was finding release in this small, petty act of revenge.

The questions still lingered in the back of her mind.

The confusion, the desire, the uncertainty about what had just passed between them—none of that had disappeared.

But she pushed it aside, deciding to deal with it later.

For now, she was having fun with her son.

And that was enough.