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

Chapter 662: I Don’t Need You Anymore

She knew Anya had been a virgin. Despite all the dirty things they’d done together, Mika had always held back from going all the way.

He’d explained it once, saying that breaking that barrier with one daughter would upset the delicate balance between all five sisters.

If he prioritized one over the others, a war would erupt. And Fauna had understood. She’d even been grateful for his restraint, knowing just how fiercely competitive all the girls were for his attention.

But now…he’d broken that rule.

He was inside Anya, plowing into her with abandon, making her scream his name.

Fauna felt something cold settle in her stomach.

She should be happy. She should be celebrating. Anya had finally gotten what she wanted.

This was a victory, a triumph, a cause for joy.

But as she watched Mika’s cock slide in and out of her daughter’s pussy and kiss Anya’s neck and cup her breasts…

Fauna didn’t feel happy at all.

She felt uncomfortable.

No. That wasn’t quite right either.

She felt something much worse than that.

She felt jealous.

The realization made her dizzy, and she took a step back, her hand flying to her chest.

This was wrong. This was so wrong. She shouldn’t be feeling this way about her own daughter.

She shouldn’t be wishing that she was the one in Anya’s place.

But she was.

God help her, she was.

She watched Mika push his cock deep inside Anya, watched him pull it out slowly, watched him do it again and again.

“Oh yes, Mika! Yes!”

She watched him play with Anya’s breasts, squeezing them, kissing them, sucking on her nipples.

“Oh, you’re biting on them so hard! You’re going to tear them out!”

She watched him look into Anya’s eyes with such love and tenderness that it made her heart ache.

“I love you Mika! I love you so much!”

She…wanted that.

She wanted all of that.

She wanted Mika to look at her that way. To touch her that way. To fill her that way.

But she couldn’t have it.

Because she was his mother.

And that relationship could never, ever change.

“Oh, Fauna.” She whispered to herself, her eyes stinging with unshed tears. “How could you even think that? Anya has won. That’s a good thing. You should be happy for her.”

She forced a smile onto her face, trying to push the jealousy down and bury it beneath layers of maternal pride.

“Be happy.” She told herself. “Be happy for your daughter. This is what you wanted for her. This is what you always wanted.”

But even as she thought the words, she knew they were lies.

She had wanted Anya to win. That was true.

But she had also wanted Mika for herself.

And knowing that she would always be on the outside looking in, loving him in secret was a pain unlike anything she had ever experienced.

It was a soul-crushing despair that made her want to run away and cry until she had no tears left.

But she couldn’t do that.

She had to be strong. She had to be the cheerful, supportive mother that everyone expected her to be.

So Fauna took a deep breath, composed herself, and stepped fully into the room.

“Well, well, well!” She said, her voice bright and teasing. “I wasn’t expecting to see this when I came home!”

Both Mika and Anya paused, turning to look at her.

“Congratulations, Anya!” Fauna continued, clapping her hands together. “You finally got him! I always knew you would—you’re my daughter, after all!”

She winked, forcing herself to maintain the cheerful facade.

“This is going to cause quite a stir in the family, you know. The other girls are going to be so jealous. But don’t worry!”

She patted her chest proudly.

“Mommy is here for you! I’ll support your relationship all the way! I’ll calm everyone down, help smooth things over—there’s no one who can stay angry in front of someone as cute as me!”

She expected Mika to roll his eyes and make some sarcastic comment. Or Anya to smile and thank her.

But neither of them even looked at her.

They had already turned back to each other, their attention fully consumed by their lovemaking.

Mika thrust deeper, faster, his hips slapping against Anya’s ass with renewed vigor.

“Fuck, you’re tight!”

Mika growled, driving deeper and and her inner walls clamped down so hard that Fauna could see the strain on Mika’s face.

“You’ve been saving this for me, haven’t you? All these years?”

“Yes! Yes, only for you, Mika—only ever for you—”

“All those dildos you made? Using my cock as a model?”

“They were nothing—nothing compared to the real thing—!”

“You’re damn right they were nothing.” He slapped her breast, and milk sprayed across her chest. Anya’s answering moan was almost animal. “This pussy belongs to me now. Understand?”

“Yes! Yours! Always yours!”

Fauna stood there, her forced smile slowly fading.

They were ignoring her.

They hadn’t even acknowledged her presence beyond that first glance. They were so consumed by each other, so lost in their passion, that she might as well have been invisible.

A cold feeling spread through her chest.

“Ah.” She said quietly, her voice losing its brightness. “I see. You’re both…quite caught up in the moment. That makes sense. I shouldn’t interrupt.”

She paused, waiting for a response.

Nothing.

“Right. So. I’ll just…I’ll join you then!”

She began to undress, pulling off her clothes with quick, efficient movements. Within seconds, she was completely naked—her full breasts heavy with milk, her pussy already wet with arousal.

She had been thinking about this all day. Had been anticipating it, craving it, needing it.

“Mika, look!” She said, squeezing her nipples. Milk squirted out, splashing onto the floor. “I have so much milk for you! You must be thirsty after all that work. Let Mommy help you!”

She moved toward the bed, ready to climb on, ready to offer herself to him.

But she stopped dead in her tracks when Mika turned to her and solemnly said,

“Stop, Fauna…There’s no need for you anymore.”

For a moment, the world tilted. Fauna blinked, certain she’d misheard, that this was some cruel joke born from her own guilty conscience.

She forced a laugh, the sound brittle and hollow in the charged air.

“What…What do you mean?” She tilted her head, playing dumb, clinging to denial like a lifeline. “Oh! You mean you want this moment to yourselves? Just you and Anya?”

She slapped her forehead with an exaggerated gesture. “Of course! How silly of me. I should let my daughter have her special moment. I’ll just—”

“No, Fauna.”

Mika’s voice cut through her rambling. He hadn’t stopped thrusting into Anya, his hips maintaining their relentless rhythm even as he fixed his mother with that unreadable stare.

But there was something else in his eyes now. Pity.

“I’m not telling you not to come right now…”

He paused, letting the words hang in the air.

“I’m telling you not to come ever again. For matters like this.”

Hearing that, her hands fell to her sides. The color drained from her face, leaving her pale as bone china.

She looked from Mika to Anya, searching for some sign that this was a joke, a misunderstanding, anything.

Anya wouldn’t meet her eyes.

“What…what exactly do you mean by that, Mika?”

Fauna’s voice came out small, fragile, nothing like the bubbly woman who’d been singing in her car moments ago.

“Why don’t you need Mommy anymore? W-What’s going on?”

She forced a smile, but her eyes were already glassy with unshed tears.

“You need my breast milk, right?” She cupped her breasts, squeezing her nipples until milk spurted onto the bed in thin, desperate streams. “You need them for your condition! That’s how it works. You have to let Mommy take care of you so you can get healthier!”

She was pleading now, and they both knew it. Every word was a thinly veiled confession: I need you! Please don’t push me away!

Mika looked at her for a long moment. Then he sighed, running a hand through his disheveled hair.

“Fauna.” He said gently.” “I want to thank you. For everything you’ve done for me.”

He reached out, patting her head like she was a child. A small, pitying smile crossed his lips.

“I know how hard this must have been for you. Because of our relationship. Because of what we are to each other. But despite all of that, you went through with it. You helped me survive this long without any discomfort.”

His hand lingered on her hair before pulling back.

“Thank you for that. Truly.”

Something warm bloomed in her chest—hope, fragile and desperate. But then his expression shifted, his brow furrowing.

“But I don’t think you’ll have to do any of those things anymore. The licking, the sucking, the…exchange of fluids.” He paused. “I found an alternative.”

Fauna’s heart stopped.

“…What?”

Mika glanced down at Anya, who was watching him with undisguised adoration. He traced a finger along her cheek, his touch tender in a way that made Fauna’s stomach twist.

“Rather Anya found a way. A complete alternative. So…we won’t need you anymore.”

“No…”

The word escaped her before she could stop it.

“No, that’s impossible! What alternative?! What are you talking about!?”

She stepped forward, her voice rising with frantic energy.

“Mika, your situation is incredibly complex! Without my blessing involved, you can’t possibly get better! And I’m a SSS-class Battle Angel, the most powerful healer in the entire world!”

She pressed a hand to her chest, making her breasts jiggle.

“No medicine, no machine, no one can replicate what I do! So how—”

“What you’re saying is true.” Mika interrupted. “If it were anyone else, they couldn’t do anything. But there’s one person who has the highest chance of success.”

He looked down at Anya, his fingers finding her nipple and rolling it gently.

“Your daughter.”

Fauna’s blood ran cold.

“She saw how difficult this was for you.” Mika continued, his voice taking on a reverent quality. “How weird it must have been, doing such things with your own son. So she started a side project. To take care of her mother. To make sure you didn’t have to suffer anymore.”

‘Suffer?’ Fauna’s mind reeled. ‘I wasn’t suffering. I was happy. I was complete.’

“What…What side project?” She managed to whisper.

“A way to produce the exact same type of breast milk as yours…all by herself.”

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