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

Chapter 479: Earth-Shattering Orgasm!

The thrusts became faster, deeper, more insistent—curling and scraping against her inner walls with relentless precision while his thumb brushed over her swollen clit through the soaked fabric.

"Slosh!♡~ Splish!♡~ Glug!♡~ Squelch!♡~"

The wet, obscene sounds of his fingers plunging in and out of her dripping pussy were barely masked by the table, but only she could hear them clearly.

Nadia’s eyes widened in panic. Fresh tears spilled down her cheeks as her body shook harder than ever.

The pleasure-pain was overwhelming, her innocent mind reeling with shame and confusion while her pussy clenched and leaked even more around her son’s invading fingers.

But more than that, something else was building inside her right now.

Earlier it had been just feelings of pleasure and electricity going through her body that made her crouch over and made her heart race at an unbelievable rate.

But right now, with how fast his fingers were moving and skillfully scraping against the inside of her pussy, while also using his palm to caress her clitoris as well, she felt something rising from deep inside her.

A terrifying, unstoppable pressure that made her absolutely panic.

She immediately pushed her body toward him and grabbed onto his hand in a desperate manner, whispering frantically.

"S-Stop it, Mika! Stop it, please." Her voice was a broken, pleading whisper. "I feel something coming. I feel something coming that shouldn’t come, so please stop! I beg of you!"

But Mika did not stop. Instead he increased the speed of fingering her, pushing his fingers deeper and deeper into her body, while spreading her hole at the same time.

Nadia cried out again, voice trembling.

"P-Please, I beg of you, please! Your mother is about to do something very nasty and you don’t want to see something like that. A s-son should never see his mother in such a state."

"So, I beg of you to stop! Don’t do it! Just stop!"

But Mika did not care. He just continued with his movements, and now she felt it coming closer and closer.

"Please, Mika! Everything will change between us if you do something like this!"

She cried one last time, voice cracking with desperation.

"Our relationship won’t be the same anymore, and y-you’re my son, you shouldn’t do something like this! So, stop, I beg you, stop before everything changes forever!"

And to Nadia surprise—Mika actually stopped!

But he didn’t stop at that and instead turned to her and said one last thing, voice low and sincere.

"I hoped everything changes, Nadia. Everything changes for the better."

Before she could even process his cryptic words, he drove his fingers all the way in—curling them firmly against that devastating spot inside her.

Nadia’s entire world shattered.

A scorching heat flooded through her veins as if every drop of blood in her body had suddenly rushed straight to her core.

Her inner walls clenched violently around his fingers, trying desperately to hold back the inevitable. She bit down hard on her lower lip, but it was useless.

With a broken, involuntary cry that echoed far louder than she ever intended, Nadia squirted.

"Splat!♡~ Plop!♡~ Thwap!♡~ Gloop!♡~"

A powerful gush of clear liquid burst from her pussy, splashing violently onto the chair beneath her and drenching Mika’s hand and wrist. Her body convulsed uncontrollably, trembling like a leaf caught in a storm.

Her face flushed a deep, humiliating crimson as loud, shameless moans tore from her throat—moans so intense that, under normal circumstances, they would have drawn every eye in the room.

"Ahh!♡~ Ahhhh!♡~ Haaah!♡~"

But fortunately for Nadia, the moment she moaned out, the multiple barriers around her broke in an instant and her emotions were let out.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

And even though Mika had stopped it by quickly adding in multiple more barriers, that small bit of emotion that she let out in that moment she squirted spread through the world.

And immediately the world responded.

Earthquakes rippled across the entire continent.

Rumble!

In the capital, skyscrapers swayed dangerously left and right. Cars screeched to sudden halts as drivers panicked. People stumbled in the streets, shouting in confusion.

"What the hell was that?!" One man shouted, gripping his steering wheel as it trembled beneath his hands.

"It’s an earthquake—get out, get out!" Someone else yelled, throwing their door open and stumbling onto the street.

People staggered along the sidewalks, struggling to keep their balance as the ground pulsed beneath their feet.

Street signs clattered, loose wires swayed overhead, and the distant wail of car alarms began to rise, one after another, like a chorus of panic.

"Is it going to collapse?!" A woman cried, looking up at the towering buildings as they groaned softly, their steel frames under strain.

"No, no... it’s too light for that..." Another voice replied, uncertain, as if trying to convince themselves more than anyone else.

Far beyond the capital, the tremors spread outward in an invisible wave.

From the icy northern plains, where frozen ground cracked faintly under the pressure, to the arid western deserts, where sand rippled like disturbed water.

Through the dense eastern forests, leaves shook loose in quiet showers, and down to the southern coasts, where the ocean itself seemed to shudder, sending small, restless waves lapping against the shore.

"It reached here too...?" A fisherman muttered, steadying himself against his boat.

"This isn’t normal...something’s wrong." Another whispered, eyes fixed on the trembling horizon.

It wasn’t strong enough to bring buildings down or split the earth apart, yet it carried something far more unsettling—a strange, deliberate rhythm, as if the world itself had exhaled.

Inside the conference room, the delegates fared the worst. Chairs toppled, papers flew, and grown men shouted in terror:

"Earthquake!"

"Get down!"

"Someone help us!"

They scrambled for cover, pressing themselves under tables, covering their heads. No one was looking at the front of the room.

No one saw Nadia who was still spasming helplessly, clung to Mika like he was the only solid thing left in her crumbling world.

Even though he was the one who had pushed her over the edge, even though shame burned hotter than the pleasure still pulsing through her, she trusted him more than anyone.

He was her rock. Her anchor. In her most vulnerable moment, she held onto him with desperate strength as wave after wave of liquid continued to squirt from her soaked pussy, drenching the floor and the chair in her fragrant release.

Only when the last tremors finally faded from her body did Mika slowly withdraw his fingers.

A soft, wet popping sound accompanied the motion, making her shudder again. His hand glistened obscenely with her juices. The scent of her arousal hung thick in the air.

Nadia’s face burned with fresh humiliation, yet she refused to let go of his arm, gripping it even tighter.

Mika then looked down at her flushed, limpid face—eyes glassy, lips parted, expression utterly vulnerable and adorable in a way that made something possessive stir inside him.

A soft chuckle escaped his lips.

"It’s alright, Nadia." He murmured tenderly. "Everything is alright."

While the delegates remained huddled under their desks, still shaken and muttering, Mika leaned closer

He cupped her cheek gently and to her shock pressed his lips to hers in a soft, lingering kiss!

Kiss!

Not a deep kiss. Not with tongue. Just lips on lips, soft and warm.

But it was a kiss. A real kiss. The kind of kiss lovers shared.

Nadia’s heart raced. More barriers shattered. More barriers formed.

He pulled back, his eyes soft, loving.

"Everything is going according to plan, Nadia." He whispered. "Don’t worry. It won’t be long before you can live the life you’ve always wanted...and become a normal person once again."

Hearing this, Nadia sat frozen, her mind a battlefield.

She didn’t know what to think. Couldn’t form a coherent thought through the haze of confusion and heat spreading through her body.

Just moments ago, she had been trying to understand why he was doing this. She knew Mika would never harm her. She trusted him completely.

But this wasn’t a prank either—Mika knew his limits, and even he wouldn’t go this far for a joke.

So what was it?

Then the realization began to dawn on her. Horrifying. Impossible. And yet—

Maybe Mika was interested in her. As a woman.

The thought struck her like lightning. She remembered the videos, the photographs, the parade of older women he had been with.

She remembered how he had called her the ideal mature woman, how he had said he would choose her over anyone else.

He had framed it as a joke, a prank—but perhaps that was just his way of testing the waters. Too embarrassed to admit the truth, because she was his mother, and he knew he shouldn’t feel this way.

And the way he touched her. The way he looked at her. What he was doing right now, with his fingers pressing against her through her underwear—this was not something a son did to his mother.

This was something lovers did. Something only a man who desired a woman would do.

The more she thought about it, the more it made sense. Horrifying sense.

And what shocked her more—what truly terrified her was her own reaction.

Her body was warm. Flustered. Responding to his touch in ways she couldn’t control.

She felt flustered, yes—but also something else. Something that made her deeply, profoundly ashamed.

She liked it.

The thought of Mika looking at her not as a mother, but as a woman—it made her feel proud. Proud that she was desirable.

Proud that her son, despite everything, couldn’t help but fall in love with her. It was wrong. It was taboo. It was absolutely forbidden.

But the feeling was there, and she couldn’t deny it.

But she quickly shut it down. Forced herself to think clearly.

After all, if this was really what was happening, if Mika truly saw her as a woman—then it was her duty as his mother to guide him away from this path.

To have a proper conversation, to understand where everything had gone wrong, to redirect his emotions toward something healthier.

The thought gave her a strange sense of satisfaction. She had figured out the mystery. She knew what was happening. And she could fix it.

But there was another feeling beneath that satisfaction—a secret, shameful happiness.

If Mika really looked at her as a woman, then it meant she was the one he cherished most. More than any of her sisters.

The thought made her proud, despite the shame.

But then Mika spoke those words.

He mentioned something about a plan. About making her like a normal person again. About achieving her dream.

She didn’t understand, couldn’t understand what he was saying. The words made no sense.

But the way he looked at her when he said it—the pure, naked love in his eyes was undeniable. No one looked at someone they wanted to harm that way. That was love. Pure, unconditional love.

Her confusion deepened. She had thought she understood. She had thought she had figured out his intentions.

But now he was saying something else entirely, and she was lost again, adrift in a sea of contradictions.

’What was he doing? What did he want? What was the truth?’

She couldn’t think. Couldn’t process. Could only sit there, hazy and confused, her body still tingling from his touch.

Meanwhile, Mika looked down at his fingers. They were glistening—wet with her arousal. He brought them to his lips and began to lick them, slowly tasting her.

Nadia didn’t see. Her eyes were elsewhere, unfocused, lost in thought.

But Mika saw. And he smiled.

Everything was going according to plan. It wouldn’t be long now.

Soon, Nadia would be his as well.