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

Chapter 666: Regenerating Hymens

He stared, absolutely bamboozled. How was that even possible?

Fauna had given birth to Anya—naturally, not via cesarean. She always talked about that story when they were children, describing every agonizing detail of labor.

So it was impossible for her hymen to still be intact.

And there was the fact that he had pushed his fingers deep inside her, had used toys against her.

Surely that would have broken her hymen.

Or maybe even battle—she was a warrior, after all. Surely some strenuous movement would have done it.

But for some reason, it was still intact. And it had just broken right now.

‘Yelena was also the same as well. What exactly is going on?’

A theory, bizarre and darkly poetic, formed in his mind.

‘What if…What if their hymens simply regenerated?’

‘What if the only thing that could break it permanently, that could convince their bodies to stop healing the seal, was the proper, claiming intrusion of a man’s cock? As if their very biology recognized the difference between mere preparation and true, penetrative possession.’

The thought made him chuckle. Their bodies were so strange, recognizing the difference between a proper cock and fingers and other objects.

But the sight of blood dripping downward gave him immense satisfaction. His cock strained painfully, rock hard again despite having just cum.

He decided to have some fun.

“Anya.” His voice cut through the tender moment between mother and daughter. “Come here.”

Anya looked up, surprised. But obediently, she disentangled herself from her mother and crawled over to him.

Fauna tried to get up. “Mika, what are you—”

“Sit down, Fauna.” His voice was firm, commanding. “You stay right there.”

Mother and daughter exchanged confused glances but obeyed, settling onto the bed before him.

Mika looked at them both, a dark smile playing on his lips before saying,

“In the past, virginity was considered something very sacred. Did you know that?”

“What?” Anya was caught off guard by the topic but Mika just continued.

“They said it would give people strength and vitality when consumed. So when someone took another person’s virginity, they would store the blood away for medical use. Or ritualistic purposes.”

He paused, letting the words sink in. “There were several cases where it actually helped someone else. Improved their body. Made them stronger.”

Both women felt extremely nervous, sensing where this was going.

“What…What are you getting at?” Anya asked, her voice careful.

Mika pointed at Fauna’s pussy, where the virgin blood was still leaking out, mixing with his semen.

“That’s why I want to help you out, Anya.” His eyes met hers, dark and intense. “I want to drink your mother’s virgin blood.”

The shock on both their faces was palpable.

“You’ve been working yourself so hard lately.” He continued, his voice dropping to a persuasive murmur. “This is basically like an energy drink. It’ll keep you energized for a long time.”

“And…” He reached out, slapping Fauna’s ass hard enough to make her yelp. “I want Fauna over here to push it out while you drink.”

“Mika!” Fauna whirled her cute head around and protested. “You dirty, dirty boy! You just properly took your mother’s virginity and now you’re…you’re playing with me like I’m some…some toy!”

She tried to sound scandalized, but her voice wavered, a hint of arousal bleeding through.

“Don’t you think we be talking about us? About the future? About how you mentioned you also looked at me as a woman?”

She pouted, wiggling her hips in a way that was both adorable and deeply provocative.

Mika chuckled, unperturbed. He reached down and gave her ass a sharp, stinging slap, making her yelp.

“We’ll talk later, Fauna. Right now…” He spread her thighs wider, his eyes drinking in the obscene sight. “Right now, I have other things on my mind.”

Fauna whimpered in protest, but honestly, her arousal was overwhelming her reasoning. So she kept silent, looking at her daughter, wondering what she would do.

Mika crawled over to Anya, bringing his face close to hers.

“Your mother’s pussy is dripping with my cum, Anya.” His breath was hot against her ear as he began to whisper. “The cum I shot inside her while I was calling her ‘Mother.’ It’s pooling inside her, marking her as mine.”

He felt Anya shiver.

“And mixed in with it…is her blood. The blood of her broken maidenhood. Blood that proves she belonged to no one until tonight until me.”

He punctuated his words by slipping his free hand between Anya’s legs, finding her already wet folds.

“This isn’t just about energy.” He stroked her, his fingers slick with her arousal. “This is about connection. About sharing. About you tasting the proof of what we’ve done. Of the taboo we’ve embraced together.”

Each sentence wound her tighter. Her breath came in short gasps, her eyes glazing over, pupils blown wide with a mixture of horror and consuming need.

“You’ll do it for me, won’t you?” He murmured finally, his lips brushing her earlobe. “My little Anya? My precious, obedient girl? You’ll do anything to please me.”

It was the final twist of the knife. Her resistance, already frayed by the night’s events, snapped completely.

Her eyes, when she turned to look at him, were pools of pure, adoring submission, swirling with heart-shaped lust.

“Yes, Mika♡~” She breathed, her voice husky and devoid of all hesitation. “Anything♡~ I’ll do anything for you♡~”

Her gaze shifted to her mother’s splayed, leaking sex. There was no disgust, only a deep, unsettling hunger.

“Even if it means…” She swallowed. “…eating my own mother’s pussy clean.”

“Wait what—Anya that’s not what you’re supposed to be saying—Hey, Mika what are you doing?!”

Mika’s hands closed around Fauna’s ankles like iron shackles. Before she could register what was happening, he yanked her legs apart, spreading her so wide that her inner thighs strained and her pussy gaped obscenely, still leaking his thick white seed in slow, pulsing dribbles.

“Mika—no, wait, wait—” Fauna scrambled at the sheets, trying to close her knees, but his grip was immovable. “You can’t—it’s dirty, it’s filthy down there, I’m full of—of everything—”

“That’s exactly why.” Mika said against her ear, and she felt his grin before she heard it. “Look at you. Soaked. Overflowing. Dripping with your own son’s cum and your own virgin blood. And you want to tell me you’re not proud of it?”

“I’m not—I didn’t say—” Her voice pitched up as Anya shifted on the mattress, moving into position between her spread thighs.

“Anya. Anya, no! Don’t! Don’t look at me like that, don’t—you’re my daughter, this is—we’ve already gone too far, we need to stop, we need to talk—”

Anya tilted her head, studying the mess between her mother’s legs with the same focus she brought to everything.

The semen had begun to cool and thicken, streaking her mother’s folds in pearlescent ropes, threaded through with thin ribbons of red.

“You’re right, Mother.” Anya said softly. “We have gone too far.” She leaned in. “So there’s no point stopping now.”

Lick!

Her tongue dragged flat and slow from Fauna’s perineum all the way up to her clit, gathering everything in its path.

“NOOOOOOOOOO—!” Fauna screamed.

It wasn’t pain. It was the sound of a woman being torn in half by two opposing forces!

The mother who should have been shoving her daughter away, and the woman whose hips bucked greedily up into that warm, wet mouth.

Her back bowed off the mattress, heels skidding on the sheets.

“Ahh—hahh—Anya, stop, stop, that’s—oh god, that’s your tongue, that’s my—” She couldn’t even finish the sentence. “That’s where Mika just—you’re tasting him, you’re tasting him inside me, that’s so wrong, that’s so—ooohhh—”

“Is it wrong?” Anya pulled back just far enough to speak, lips glistening, chin smeared. “Because you’re grinding against my face, Mother. You’re pushing your cunt into my mouth like you want more.”

“I’m not—I’m not—” Fauna’s protest died in her throat as Anya dove back in, this time sealing her lips around Fauna’s swollen clit and sucking hard. “Hnnnghhh—!”

Mika settled behind Fauna, hooking his arms under hers and hauling her upright against his chest so she was arched and helpless, legs splayed over Anya’s shoulders. His palms found her breasts, heavy and aching with milk, and squeezed.

Squirt!

Two thin streams jetted out, arcing across the sheets.

“There it is.” Mika murmured, thumbs rolling her nipples in slow circles. “Every time I touch these, you leak. Every time your daughter eats you out, you leak. You’re a fountain, Fauna. A perfect, dripping fountain.”

“Stop narrating it!” She gasped. “Stop describing—”

“Why? You love it.” He pinched both nipples at once and she jerked, another spurt of milk darkening the sheets. “You love hearing how filthy you are. Say it.”

“I—” Her eyes rolled as Anya’s tongue curled inside her entrance, scooping. “Ahnn—”

“Say it.”

“I-I love it.” The words fell out of her like something breaking loose. “God help me, I love it—!”

Mika laughed low in her ear and looked down past her shoulder at Anya.

“How does your mother taste?”

Anya surfaced slowly, dragging her tongue up through the mess one more time before answering.

“Thick.” She said with desire. “Your cum is thicker than I expected, Mika. It coats the whole inside of her—every fold, every ridge. It’s also salty and a little bitter, and underneath it there’s her, sweet and musky, like—” She paused, licking her lips. “—like warm honey left out in the sun. And the blood is different again. Metallic. Sharp. It cuts through everything else.” She smiled up at her mother. “It tastes like the three of us. Like a family!”

Fauna made a strangled noise, half sob, half moan.

“That’s disgusting.” She whispered. “That’s the most disgusting thing anyone has ever said to me!”

“And yet…”

Anya pressed two fingers into her mother’s entrance, spreading her open, and a fresh pulse of semen slid out onto the sheets.

“You clenched so hard when I said it. You nearly came.”

“I didn’t—”

“You did. You always do.” Anya frowned down at the pussy in front of her, then pushed her fingers deeper, curling them, searching.

“Mika. She’s holding it in. She’s keeping it all up inside her—I can feel it, it’s all bunched up at the top, she won’t let it come down.”

Mika’s eyebrow lifted. “Is that right, Fauna?”

“Nooo!” Fauna said immediately, too fast.

“She’s clenching right now.” Anya reported calmly. “She’s doing it on purpose.”

“Fauna.” Mika’s voice dropped into that low, dangerous register that made her stomach flip. “Let it out.”

“No.” She shook her head, jaw set, suddenly clinging to the last shred of something that felt like dignity. “Absolutely not! This has gone far enough—both of you, look at yourselves, look at me, we’re covered in each other, we’re—someone has to be the adult here, someone has to—”

“You’re adorable when you pretend to be responsible.” Mika said.

“I am not pretending—”

“Anya, keep eating.”

Anya’s mouth descended again, and Fauna’s sentence shattered into a wail.

But she kept her internal muscles locked tight, stubborn, clutching his seed like a dragon guarding gold.

“I won’t.” She panted, teeth gritted. “I won’t do it, Mika! Not no matter what you—”

“It’s all right if you don’t agree.” Mika said easily, stroking her hair back from her damp forehead. “I have a way of making that hole open on its own.”

“What?” Fauna’s eyes narrowed suspiciously. “What are you talking about? There’s no—there’s nothing you can—”

Mika moved.

One moment he was behind her; the next he had swung around and planted his knees on either side of her head.

His cock bobbed inches from her face, still slick and gleaming with the combined evidence of everything that had happened tonight.

“Wait.” Fauna said, sudden alarm in her voice. “Wait, what are you—Mika, what are you—”

He thrust into her mouth!

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