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

Chapter 512: How Can You Do In Front Of Them?!

Hearing her disciple moan so loud that even the heavens could hear, Fauna’s face was the color of a ripe tomato.

Yelena’s mouth hung open.

Nadia looked like she was trying to calculate the structural integrity of the door and whether it could survive much more abuse.

BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!

"They told us they were finishing up!"

Yelena finally snapped, her voice cracking.

"They said they were just cleaning up! This isn’t cleaning—this is—this is—"

"Destruction?" Nadia offered weakly.

"Desecration." Yelena corrected. "Of a perfectly good hospital door."

Fauna’s indignation, genuine or otherwise, began to bubble over.

"Exactly! I’m going to give my disciple a piece of my mind. I know she’s a young woman with a lot of vigor and passion, but still—"

She fidgeted with her hands, her fingers twisting together.

"This is too much! And she’s right in front of her master! Does she really think I’m that gullible? That I won’t notice her getting absolutely..."

She coughed and gestured vaguely at the door.

"...thoroughly attended to?"

Nadia, ever the peacemaker or perhaps simply too flustered to let the argument escalate, timidly raised a hand.

"Well...I’ve heard that after dangerous scenarios, men experience a surge of adrenaline. They often feel extremely worked up because of that."

She spoke very quickly, her cheeks burning.

"Perhaps Mika is feeling that way as well. He’s been through a very dangerous situation. He probably just needs to...vent."

BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!

"Vent?!" Yelena’s voice climbed several octaves. "If he wants to vent, why can’t he do it somewhere else? Why does he have to do it in front of us?!"

What she didn’t say was that she was less angry about him doing it in front of her and more angry about him doing it with someone else.

Someone who wasn’t her.

After all, she was a perfectly able woman. She could have taken care of his needs. She had taken care of his needs. Many times.

But instead, he had chosen a doctor. A stranger. A woman they had just met.

"Exactly!"

Fauna chimed in, crossing her arms under her breasts.

"And in a hospital room, no less! This is a place of healing! His prayers for our patients’ health, and instead he’s turning it into a—a—"

"Bedroom?" Nadia offered.

"Brothel." Fauna said darkly. "A very loud, very enthusiastic brothel."

But despite saying, only Fauna knew she had spent hours in this very hospital room sucking his cock, while patients waited unknowingly down the hall.

BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!

The door rattled harder. Cecilia’s moans reached a pitch that seemed almost inhuman.

Nadia tried again.

"Well...we have no choice but to bear with it for now." She glanced at her sisters. "It’s not like we can barge in and pull them apart, right?"

"...Unless one of you is brave enough to do that."

Both Yelena and Fauna shook their heads simultaneously, their eyes wide with shared horror.

Not only would that be mortifying—the idea of walking in on that scene, of seeing Cecilia in such a state, of having to physically separate them.

But they also knew something else. Something they would never, ever admit to each other.

Mika did not like being interrupted.

Fauna especially remembered it vividly.

She had been in her office, reviewing patient files, when Mika had slipped in and locked the door. He had lifted her onto the desk, pushed up her blouse, and begun sucking on her breasts with the kind of focused determination that made her forget her own name.

Then her phone had rung.

She had pulled away, just for a second, just to silence it.

But that made Mika angry.

Not shouting angry. Not violent angry. Worse.

He had simply looked at her with those dark eyes, and then he had latched back onto her breast and sucked. All night. For hours.

When she woke the next morning, her nipple was visibly swollen, twice its normal size and her breast actually looked smaller in comparison with how much milk he had extracted.

She had panicked, convinced that Mika would find her less attractive if she had smaller breasts.

So she had gone straight to her daughter, begged for a refill, and spent the rest of the day guzzling breast milk to restore her former glory.

After that, the never interrupted him again.

Yelena had her own horror stories.

The time she had tried to pull away when Mika was playing underneath the table during a private dinner because the waiter was approaching.

And in retaliation to that, Mika went under the table and continued what he was doing while she had to order dessert with a straight face.

They knew how much he hated being interrupted.

So they leaned back against the door, shoulders pressed to the wood, and listened to the symphony of Cecilia’s pleasure.

The banging continued. The moans grew louder, then softer, then louder again. It seemed to go on forever.

At some point, Fauna started humming to drown out the noise. Yelena joined in, off-key.

Finally, after what seemed like hours, but was probably only twenty minutes—everything stopped.

The banging ceased. Cecilia’s moans faded into soft, exhausted whimpers. There was a murmured conversation, too low to make out.

Then the door opened.

It wasn’t Mika.

Cecilia emerged, her face flushed to the point of looking feverish.

Her hair was a tangled mess, and her clothes, while present were clearly not arranged with any attention to detail.

She looked like she had been through a hurricane.

A very pleasant, very exhausting hurricane.

And right now, she couldn’t meet their eyes.

She stared at the floor, at the wall, at the ceiling—anywhere but at the three women who had just witnessed her ruin.

Until finally—

"I’m sorry." She whispered. Then, louder: "I’m so, so sorry! I’m so sorry for letting all three of you see something like that!"

She took a shaky breath, forcing herself to explain.

"Mika...he just came out of nowhere. He pulled me into the room and said he wanted to thank me for giving him the tip earlier. He said without it, it would have been a pain in the ass to find the bomb."

She swallowed. "He said he wanted to repay the favor, so he...he ended up..."

She couldn’t say it. She just bowed deeply, her face still burning. "

"I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean t-to show you such a display. It was unprofessional and inappropriate and I—I should go."

She turned to flee.

Then she stopped.

"Oh. Um. Lady Yelena?"

Yelena raised an eyebrow.

"Mika asked me to tell you...he wants to talk to you. Privately." Cecilia glanced at the other two. "Just you."

Then she fled. Her footsteps echoed down the hallway, growing fainter and fainter, until she disappeared around a corner.

Fauna and Nadia turned to look at Yelena.

"Why does he want to talk to you?"

Fauna demanded, her voice sharp with jealousy she couldn’t quite hide.

"Why can’t we all come? I need to give that boy a piece of my mind! And I need to scold my disciple for—for letting herself be...be...thoroughly thanked in a hospital room!"

"Yes, why only you?"

Nadia nodded, though her expression was more curious than indignant.

"We all witnessed...what we witnessed. So, why are you going in first?"

Yelena, for her part, felt a surge of smug satisfaction. She tried to hide it. She really did.

But a small, triumphant smile crept across her lips.

"He’s probably really embarrassed." She said, her voice dripping with false sympathy. "After showing us such an...intimate side of himself. He probably wants to talk to the person he trusts the most about it."

She placed a hand on her chest, her smile widening.

"It’s only natural. I am his favorite, after all."

She patted Fauna’s cheek condescendingly, an act of pure provocation and slipped through the door before Fauna could retaliate.

—

But the moment she was alone with Mika, her bravado evaporated.

He was sitting on the edge of the bed, drinking a bottle of water, completely naked. His body was still glistening with a light sheen of sweat, and his penis, though not erect was still impressive as ever.

Thick. Long. Covered in Cecilia’s juices, still wet and glistening.

Yelena’s mouth went dry.

No matter how many times she had seen it, no matter how many times she had felt it inside her, stretching her, filling her, destroying her—the sight of it always made her weak.

Her knees trembled. Her pussy clenched.

All the indignation she had felt outside, all the performative anger, drained away like water through a sieve.

She walked toward him, unable to stop herself, and placed a hand on his chest. His skin was warm. His heart beat steadily beneath her palm.

"Mika." She said, her voice softer than she intended. "Why did you do that?"

"If you wanted to thank the doctor, you could have taken her somewhere private. Somewhere not in a hospital room. Not in front of Fauna and Nadia."

Mika set down the water bottle. His hand moved to her ass, squeezing it through her dress, pulling her closer.

"What can I say, Yelena?" He looked up at her with an endearing, almost innocent smile. "I got worked up in the moment. I really wanted to thank Cecilia, and I just...ended up doing all those things."

He gave her a knowing look.

"You know how I can’t hold myself back when I get into the mood."

A flood of memories washed over Yelena.

The time he had started fingering her in the middle of a fancy restaurant, his fingers moving beneath the tablecloth while she struggled to order dessert.

The time he had pulled her into a movie theater bathroom and taken her against the sink while the film played on, oblivious.

The time he had bent her over the balcony railing of a hotel room, high above the city, while people walked below, never knowing that a Battle Angel was being ravaged by her own son.

He didn’t care about time or place. When he wanted her, he took her. And she loved it.

"But still, Mika—" She cupped his face, her thumbs stroking his cheeks. "Anywhere else is fine. But how could you do it right in front of Fauna and Nadia?"

"You knew they were there. You knew they could hear. And even after they found out, you kept going. You didn’t stop. You didn’t even try to hide."

She leaned closer, her forehead almost touching his.

"Were you not scared of getting caught? Do you have no shame? Doing that in front of your own mothers?"

She then pointed at herself and quickly added in a fluster,

"I mean, you can leave me aside. After all, I’m not just your mother, but..." She blushed. "...I’m your lover as well and I’m proud of it. But those two?"

"They’re still your mothers. They still see you as their little boy."

Her voice dropped to a whisper.

"So, how could you do that in front of them? Don’t you care what they’ll think of you?"

Mika shrugged. His hands squeezed her ass, kneading the soft flesh through her clothes.

"Honestly?" He grinned. "It only made me more excited."

Yelena blinked. "What?"

"The thought of them watching me. My own mothers, who still think I’m their innocent little child, seeing their son fuck another woman right in front of them."

His grin widened.

"It made me so hard, Yelena. I fucked Cecilia harder than I’ve fucked anyone in a long time."

"Every time I thought about them out there, listening, I got harder."

Yelena grabbed his cheeks and pulled them.

"You’re a pervert! A complete and utter pervert! Getting off on your mothers watching you! How can you be like this?"

He pulled her closer, his voice dropping to a low murmur.

"I’m the same pervert who fell in love with his own mother, Yelena. Is any of this really surprising?"

She couldn’t argue with that. Despite the shame, the taboo, the knowledge that what they were doing was wrong—she was still here.

Still in his arms. Still wanting him.

And seeing how Yelena was even accepting such a depraved side of him, Mika couldn’t hold back and kissed her.

"Kiss!♡~ Kiss!♡~ Mwah!♡~ Kiss!♡~ Nibble!♡~"

She melted into it, her mouth opening beneath his, her tongue tangling with his.

She tasted Cecilia on his lips—bitter and sweet and the knowledge that another woman’s essence was mingling with hers should have disgusted her.

Instead, it made her hotter.

Meanwhile, Mika pulled back just long enough to start removing her clothes.

Her jacket. Her blouse. Her bra.

Eventually, her beautiful, voluptuous breasts spilled out, and he immediately buried his face between them, sucking and licking and biting.

"Ahhh—! Mika—! Yes, yes, yes—! "She moaned, arching her back, pressing herself against him.

He then lifted her easily and deposited her on the bed.

Her legs spread open. Her skirt bunched around her waist. Her underwear was already soaked through, her pussy aching, desperate to be filled.

But when she felt the head of his cock pressing against her entrance, she snapped back to reality.

"Mika, wait! Hold on!" She pushed against his chest, looking toward the door. "They’re still outside! Nadia and Fauna are right there!"

"They’ll hear us!"