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

Chapter 663: Don’t Throw Me Away!

The words hung in the air like a death sentence.

Fauna’s eyes widened as pieces began clicking into place. She watched as Mika caressed Anya’s cheek, while her daughter leaned into his touch with a look of pure, satisfied love.

“It took time.” Mika said softly. “Many sleepless nights. But she succeeded. She found a solution to replicate your breast milk perfectly.”

He squeezed Anya’s breast, and to Fauna’s horror, a fountain of milk erupted from the nipple, spraying in an uncontrolled torrent.

Mika caught it in his mouth, drinking deeply, and when he pulled back, a shiver ran through his entire body.

“The moment I tasted it, I knew. It’s exactly what I need. Basically identical to yours. No difference at all.”

Fauna’s world completely collapsed.

“N-No…” Fauna whimpered, shaking her head violently, her voice rising in sheer panic.

“That’s…That’s impossible! My healing blessing is unique in the entire universe! No one even my daughter can replicate my power! It…It must have side effects! It must be inefficient!”

“It’s alright, Mother.”

Anya’s voice was calm. The voice of someone who had already won.

“I ran extensive tests. You taught me yourself—safety is always the top priority when creating medicine or treatments. I made sure there would be no dangerous side effects before ever suggesting this to Mika.”

Fauna’s mouth opened and closed. She couldn’t argue. Anya was her disciple in every way that mattered. If she said it was safe, it was safe.

But that meant…

“W-What about quantity?!” Fauna grasped at straws. “My breasts are much bigger! I can produce so much more milk than—”

Anya snapped her fingers.

Before Fauna’s eyes, her daughter’s breasts began to swell. And swell. And swell. Her nipples grew thick and dark, and within seconds, Anya’s chest had ballooned to the size of basketballs, utterly disproportionate to her frame.

“I think you forgot about my blessing, Mother.” Anya’s smile was serene. “I can control and change my body at will. If I want big breasts…”

She squeezed her nipple, and milk erupted like water from a burst pipe—not a stream, but a deluge, splashing across Mika and drenching him completely!

Anya laughed at the sight, light and musical.

“…I can create them on the spot. And I can push out as much milk as I want.”

Fauna looked down at her own breasts. Thin streams of milk still leaked from her nipples, pitiful in comparison to the fire hose her daughter had become.

She had nothing. No argument. No leverage.

“But…” Her voice cracked. “But it would be better if both of us helped you, right? Anya can’t handle the burden alone! You know how aggressive you can be, Mika—you’re like an animal in those moments, just devouring whoever you’re with!”

She pointed at her own chest, where faint marks from that morning still lingered.

“Look! You left so many marks on me yesterday! If both of us took turns, we could—”

“Don’t worry about that, Mother.”

Anya’s voice was gentle. But it made everything worse.

“I have much more resilience than you can imagine.” She wrapped her arms around Mika, pulling him close. “I can take care of him all on my own. There’s no need for you to worry anymore.”

She met Fauna’s eyes, and there was something knowing in her gaze that made Fauna’s blood run cold.

“You can go back to your normal life now. The life you had with Mika as his mother. A loving mother and son, and nothing else.”

She paused, letting the words sink in.

“That’s what you wanted, isn’t it?”

The question was a knife, twisted slowly.

Fauna’s lips moved. Words formed, hollow and mechanical.

“Ah…yes. Yes, I did.”

But there was no heart in it. Anyone could hear the emptiness, the despair lurking beneath the surface.

“That’s why there’s no need for anything between us anymore.” Mika sighed, his expression softening into something almost apologetic. “From now on, we can go back to our old relationship.”

He let out a nervous chuckle. “I know it’s going to be awkward at first, given everything we’ve done. But at least we won’t have to continue it.”

He reached out, cupping her cheek with surprising tenderness.

“Thank you, Fauna. For everything. I doubt any other mother would go so far for her son. But you did.” His thumb traced her cheekbone. “For that, I am truly grateful.”

“Okay, enough.” Anya’s voice cut through the moment, sharp and impatient. “Now get back to fucking me.”

“But Anya, wait—”

“I said get to fucking.” Anya grabbed his waist with her legs, pulling him deeper into her. “I’ve been waiting for this for over twenty years. You owe me every single thrust I’ve been denied all that time.”

Mika let out a low chuckle, shaking his head. “You slutty little girl.” Before thrusting into her.

“Yes, yes!” Anya moaned as he pushed his cock deep into her. “Just like that, Mika! Push it in!”

“You want that, don’t you?” His voice dropped, husky and rough. “You want this fat cock inside you?”

“Yes! Yes, I want it all!”

Their bodies collided, skin slapping against skin as they resumed their frantic pace. Mika’s mouth found her breast, latching on and drinking deeply as Anya’s fingers tangled in his hair, holding him close.

And Fauna…

Fauna stood by the bed, completely naked, completely exposed, completely alone.

And as she stood there, naked and forgotten, a single thought echoed through her mind:

I’ve lost him.

She had never really had him. She knew that now. From the beginning, he had been destined for someone else—for Anya, for Charlotte, for any of the girls who could love him without the weight of a mother’s relationship holding them back.

She had only been a placeholder. A temporary solution.

And now that her purpose was fulfilled, she was no longer needed.

“Sniff! Sniff!”

The tears came then, silent and unstoppable, streaming down her cheeks as she watched the two of them find their pleasure in each other’s arms.

She turned, her naked body moving on autopilot toward the door. Her breasts still leaked milk, leaving a trail behind her like breadcrumbs leading nowhere.

‘Just go. Go to your room. Cry into your pillow. Pretend this never happened.’

‘You can live without him. You survived before he came back. You can survive again.’

But her feet stopped at the threshold.

‘Can I?’

An image flashed through her mind—the years before Mika’s return. The hollow emptiness. The mechanical existence of going through the motions.

Eating. Sleeping. Working. Smiling. All of it meaningless, all of it gray, all of it waiting for something that never came.

And then he’d returned.

And everything had color again. Every touch was fire. Every glance was electricity. Every moment spent with him felt like being alive for the first time.

‘I…I can’t go back to that gray world.’

Her fists clenched at her sides.

‘I won’t!’

She turned around.

Mika was still inside Anya, still thrusting, still lost in their private world.

But Fauna’s eyes were different now. The tears hadn’t stopped, but there was something fierce and desperate and utterly unhinged.

“No!”

The word cut through the room and Mika’s rhythm faltered. He looked up, surprise flickering across his features. Anya’s eyes widened.

“No.” Fauna repeated, her voice stronger now. She walked back toward the bed, each step deliberate, her naked body swaying with purpose. “I won’t accept this. I can’t accept this!”

“Fauna—”

“Don’t ‘Fauna’ me!”

She pointed at him, her finger trembling.

“You think you can just thank me and send me away?! You think you can use my body, drink my milk, make love to me, make me feel things I’ve never felt before, and then just dismiss me like I’m some tool you’ve outgrown?!”

Her voice cracked, but she pressed on.

“I was happy, Mika! Do you understand that? I was happy doing those things with you! It wasn’t a burden! It wasn’t difficult! It was the most alive I’ve felt in decades!”

She was crying openly now, ugly sobs escaping between her words.

“When you touched me, when you sucked my breasts, when you held me close…I felt wanted. I felt beautiful. I felt like I mattered to someone in a way that went beyond being a mother or a healer or a goddess of battle!”

She pressed a hand to her chest, feeling her own frantic heartbeat.

“And now you’re telling me that’s over? That I’m supposed to just go back to being your mother, pretending none of it happened?”

Her voice dropped to a whisper.

“I can’t do that, Mika. I can’t pretend. Because somewhere along the way, it stopped being just a medical procedure for me.”

She looked at him, her eyes red and swollen, her face a mess of tears and snot and raw vulnerability.

“I fell in love with you.”

The confession hung in the air, heavy and undeniable.

“I fell in love with my own son.”

A broken laugh escaped her lips.

“How messed up is that? How pathetic am I? A SSS-Class Blessed reduced to a sobbing mess because her son chose her daughter over her.”

She wiped at her face with the back of her hand, but the tears kept coming.

“But I-I don’t care anymore! I don’t care how wrong it is! I don’t care what anyone thinks! I love you, Mika! Not as a mother loves her son! As a woman loves a man!”

She took a step closer to the bed.

“I want you to look at me the way you look at Anya! I want you to touch me like you used to! I want you to fuck me until I forget my own name! I want to be yours in every way a woman can belong to a man!”

Her voice broke again.

“So, please, Mika! Don’t throw me away! Don’t make me go back to being just your mother. I can’t survive that. I won’t survive that!”

She stood there, completely exposed waiting for his response with bated breath.

Mika stared at her and for a moment, the only sound in the room was Anya’s ragged breathing and the faint drip of Fauna’s milk hitting the floor.

Then, slowly, Mika pulled out of Anya.

He sat up, his cock still glistening with her juices, and looked at Fauna with an expression she couldn’t read. His chest rose and fell with heavy breaths, his skin slick with sweat.

“Say that again.”

Fauna blinked. “What?”

“Say it again.” His voice was low, rough. “Tell me you love me. Tell me you want me. Not as your son, as a man.”

Fauna’s heart hammered against her ribs. She swallowed, her throat dry.

“I love you, Mika. I want you. Not as my son. As the man who made me feel alive for the first time in years.”

Mika’s jaw tightened. Something shifted in his eyes—a darkness, a hunger that she recognized from their most intense moments together.

“You have no idea what you’re asking for.” He said quietly. “If I take you back, it won’t be gentle. It won’t be sweet.”

“I’ll use you however I want, whenever I want…”

“I’ll fill every hole you have until you can’t walk straight…”

“I’ll mark you so deeply that everyone will know you belong to me…”

He paused, letting the message marinade.

“And I won’t stop if you cry. I won’t stop if you beg. The only way this ends is when I decide it ends.”

He leaned forward, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper.

“Are you sure you want that, Fauna or should I call you Mother if that makes any difference?”

Fauna’s breath caught in her throat. Her body trembled—not from fear, but from desire.

“Yes.” She breathed. “Yes, I want that! I want all of it! I want to be yours completely! I want to be used and claimed and owned!”

She dropped to her knees in front of him, her hands reaching for his cock.

“I want this inside me! I want to feel you stretch me open! I want to taste you on my tongue and feel you pulsing inside me! I want to wake up sore and satisfied every single morning!”

She looked up at him, her eyes pleading.

“Please, Mika. Fuck me! Claim me! Make your mother yours!”

Her voice dropped to a desperate whisper.

“I’ll do anything! I’ll be anything! Just don’t leave me! Don’t abandon me! I-I can’t go back to being alone.”

Tears streamed down her face as she pressed her lips to the tip of his cock, kissing it reverently.

“I love you! I love you so much it hurts, baby boy! So please don’t make me stop!”

She looked up at him, her mascara running, her face a wreck of emotion.

“Please, Mika! Let me be yours!”

Mika stared at with a steady gaze before slowly, a hungry smile spread across his lips.

“Then get on the bed….and stick out your ass for me.”

I apologize for the inconsistency. I’m adjusting to the life here and can’t seem to find a proper workflow to write or edit.

But I’ll try to get back to my usual posting as soon as possible.