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

Chapter 542: I’ve Brought You You’re Reward

Finally, with a satisfied groan, Mika pulled his softening cock from her throat and released her legs.

Nadia collapsed against him, coughing and heaving, her body wracked with tremors.

"Cough—! Cough—! Heave—! Cough—!"

Her throat was raw, her jaw ached, and her mind was a blissful, floaty blank.

She honestly just wanted to rest right now.

Her body was melting, floating in another realm.

Surely they would take a break now.

But to her utter surprise, she felt her ass being spread open.

Then a wet sensation pressed against her tiny anus.

Lick!

"Mika!"

She squealed, instinctively jerking her hips away and twisting to look back at him.

"What—what are you doing?! Don’t you think we should rest now? After all of that, surely we need a break..."

"As if, Nadia."

But Mika just slapped her ass, the sound sharp and stinging, making the plush flesh jiggle.

"We can’t keep putting breaks in." He kneaded the supple globes, his eyes dark with intent. "Breaks will only let your mind calm down and reset, and that’s not the ideal situation for diminishing your blessing."

"We need to keep going, over and over."

He leaned in and licked a long stripe from her clit to her tailbone.

"Besides, when I’m with your daughter, or any of the others, I don’t let them have breaks."

Nadia’s breath hitched, a complicated knot of jealousy and arousal twisting in her gut.

"Then...when do you actually stop?"

"I only stop when the woman is completely wrecked."

He gave a devilish smirk.

"When every single one of her orifices is letting out some sort of liquid, that’s when I end it all."

Nadia shivered.

"Of course." He added quickly. "I won’t do the same to you. We can’t cross that level."

She let out a sigh of relief—but beneath it, she felt a pang of disappointment.

"But I will leave you in a similar state." He continued. "It’s only then that I’ll feel I’m done."

Hearing such conviction in his tone, Nadia couldn’t deny him. Instead of pulling away, she slowly pressed her ass back onto his face.

"But do you really have to lick that place, Mika?" She asked hesitantly.

"It’s so dirty. I don’t want you to be disgusted licking such a dirty place."

She pushed her pussy toward him. "You can eat out my vagina instead."

Mika shook his head before he looked at her anus, his eyes gleaming.

"There’s nothing dirty about this little anus you have, Nadia."

He stuck a finger inside her anus, and she shivered.

"This is one of the prettiest little holes I’ve ever seen. I just want to stick my tongue inside and eat it out."

He looked up at her.

"Now be a good girl—or rather, be a good mother and slam that fat ass down on my face so I can eat this hole properly."

The shame was still there, a distant, flickering flame.

But it was drowned by the inferno of her own desire, the permission she had granted herself to be wanton.

So Nadia moved. She positioned herself over his face, her knees on either side of his head, her asshole aligned perfectly with his waiting mouth.

Then she dropped her weight, smothering his face completely with the plush, soft cushions of her rear.

Submerge!

Mika didn’t hesitate. He spread her cheeks with his hands and stabbed his tongue directly into her asshole.

"Oh—! My son is eating my dirty hole! I can’t believe it—! I can’t believe my life has come to this—but it feels so good—!"

She began to grind, rolling her hips in obscene circles, smearing herself all over his face.

The same woman who had protested moments ago was now actively fucking her son’s tongue with her ass, moaning like a whore, her head thrown back and her fingers digging into his thighs for leverage.

Her inhibitions had been shattered, the shields around the house now little more than fragmented echoes, but neither of them noticed or cared.

Mika tongue-fucked her ass with relentless enthusiasm, spearing deep and then withdrawing to lave the rim.

He added a finger, then two, stretching her, and Nadia babbled a stream of filth.

"Oh god, your tongue feels so good in my nasty hole! I’m a slut—a dirty, incestuous slut who loves getting her ass eaten by her baby boy!"

"Don’t stop, please don’t ever stop..."

He curled his fingers, pressing against the thin wall separating her ass from her pussy, and she saw stars.

Her pussy gushed, drenching his chest. She was going to squirt again, she could feel it building, a tidal wave of pleasure cresting higher and higher.

Her grinding became frantic, desperate.

"Mika—I’m—I’m going to—!"

And that was when the sound of the front door swinging open cut through the heated air like a blade.

"I’m home!"

The moment she heard this voice,.Nadia’s entire body jolted and a strangled squeak escaped her throat.

"Astrid!"

Her daughter’s name came out as a gasp, a prayer, a curse all at once. She whipped her head toward the clock on the wall, and her blood ran cold.

It was late—much later than she had realized!

The party Astrid had attended with her sisters must have ended. Her daughter was home.

But Nadia had forgotten. She had been so lost in Mika, so consumed by his touch and his words, that the world outside had ceased to exist.

Panic flooded her veins. She shoved at Mika’s shoulders, hissing.

"Go—go to Astrid’s room! Now! She’ll walk through the corridor any moment, and if she sees—"

But Mika didn’t move.

"Mika, please—" She tugged harder. "If she sees you like this, if she sees us—"

She stopped.

Because Mika wasn’t responding. He wasn’t moving. He wasn’t even looking at her.

"Mika?" She looked down.

Her breath caught in her throat.

Mika was suffocating. Between her ass cheeks.

In her panic, she had clenched hard and now his face was trapped between the two fat globes of her rear, his nose buried somewhere she didn’t want to think about.

"Mmm—! Nnnn—! Mmmm—!"

His muffled sounds of protest were barely audible, and his hands flailed weakly against her thighs.

Nadia’s face turned the color of a ripe tomato. She scrambled off him, nearly falling in her haste, and Mika tumbled forward, gasping for air.

"Ahhh—! Ahhhhh—! Ahhhh—!"

He sucked in great lungfuls of oxygen, his face flushed—but despite his struggle, he looked utterly satisfied. Almost smug.

Nadia didn’t have time to process that. She heard the sound of shoes being removed in the entryway—Astrid’s shoes, being kicked off with the casual grace of someone coming home after a long day.

But before she could urge Mika to hide—

"Don’t worry, Nadia." Mika said, waving a hand as he slowly sat up. "I’ll handle it. You just go and put your clothes back on somewhere else."

Nadia didn’t need to be told twice. She scrambled around the living room, grabbing her scattered belongings—her underwear, damp and stained, her bra, her dress.

She was about to run to her bedroom when she noticed something that made her freeze.

Mika wasn’t moving.

He was sitting on the sofa, completely naked, his cock still half-erect and glistening, taking a casual sip of water like he had all the time in the world.

Like there wasn’t a daughter about to walk in on him!

Nadia rushed back and grabbed his arm.

"Mika! You have to change too! You can’t just—"

She gestured wildly at his exposed body, at the cock that seemed to twitch under her gaze.

"Astrid will see you like this!"

But Mika just shook his head, setting the glass down with a soft clink. He reached up and patted her hand reassuringly.

"It’s alright, Nadia. Trust me."

"But—"

"Just trust me."

Nadia wanted to argue.

She wanted to grab him by the arm and drag him to the bedroom, to shove him into some pants, to hide every inch of his scandalous nakedness before her daughter walked in.

But she did trust him.

She always had.

With a final, anxious glance, Nadia nodded.

She was about to dart to her bedroom when she looked back at the living room and froze.

The scene was a complete disaster!

The coffee table and floor were spotted with glistening puddles of their love juices, the glass surface so drenched it looked like it had been hosed down.

Her ears turned a bright, painful red as she registered just how much liquid she had desecrated the space with.

But with how expertly Mika’s hands and mouth had worked her body, it was a miracle there wasn’t more.

She waved her hand, and the mess vanished—cleaned by her blessing, wiped from existence.

She sprayed air freshener around the room, erasing the musky scent of sex that clung to the air.

Then she slipped into her bedroom and locked the door behind her.

She leaned against it, breathing hard.

Almost immediately, light footsteps grew closer.

Nadia, now hurriedly pulling on a simple, modest dress, cracked the door open a sliver to peer through.

Astrid entered the living room with a satisfied, tired smile on her beautiful face. Her silver hair, the same shade as her mother’s, was slightly mussed, and a happy exhaustion softened her features.

She looked like she’d had the most wonderful day and wanted nothing more than to melt into her bed.

But then her gaze swept across the room—and froze.

"Mika?!"

She pointed at him, her finger trembling. Her eyes were wide, disbelieving, as if she was seeing a ghost.

"What—what are you doing here?!"

Then her eyes dropped.

Lower.

Down to his lap.

And instantly, her six tails shot straight up behind her like startled snakes.

Her face also flushed crimson, spreading from her cheeks to her ears to the tips of those fluffy appendages.

"Why—why are you naked?! Why is your—"

She swallowed hard, her voice cracking.

"Why is your cock out?!"

She stared at that massive, impossible thing that was currently waving at her like it was saying hello.

All remnants of sleepiness were jolted out of her and she stood there, pointing at his penis, utterly flabbergasted.

From her hiding spot, Nadia gripped the doorframe, her knuckles white. She was terrified they were about to be caught, her mind racing through every possible disaster.

What would Mika possibly say?

But Mika was the picture of nonchalance.

He leaned back, one arm draped over the back of the sofa, his other hand resting casually on his thigh.

"Well, I honestly had no plan to come over today."

He began, his tone smooth and conversational.

"But on the way back from dealing with that little incident you probably saw on the news..."

He gestured vaguely, and Astrid’s mind flashed to the reports of bomb explosions in the industrial district.

Honestly, she, Charlotte, and Anya hadn’t paid it much mind; knowing Mika and her mother had been on the scene, there was never a reason to worry.

"...I took a look at my phone. And I saw the photos that were being sent in the family group chat."

Astrid’s face went through several shades of red.

"You—you saw that? All of them?"

Mika nodded.

"It was impossible to miss with how much everyone was spamming the chat. You probably took photos from every single angle in that cafe."

Astrid pouted, her tails curling defensively.

"That was Charlotte’s fault! She’s the one who took so many pictures. I told her not to send them, but she—"

She huffed, her voice trailing off.

Then she shook her head, trying to regain control of the conversation.

"But what does that have to do with you sitting here with your legs spread open, Mika?"

She licked her lips, an unconscious gesture, her eyes flickering down to his cock again.

Mika smiled. He reached down and stroked himself slowly, watching her watch him.

"Well, this..." He slowly said. "...is your reward, Astrid"

Astrid’s breath caught. Hidden in the bedroom, Nadia’s breath caught too.

"Reward?" Astrid whispered.

Mika nodded, waving his penis back and forth like a temptress offering a gift.

"You see, I’m honestly really proud of you. For what you did today."

Astrid blinked, confused.

"You told me you were making an effort to get back to your family. I was already proud of you for that—I wanted to give you praise, to tell you how happy it made me."

He leaned forward, his voice growing tender.

"But now, to see actual results right before my eyes—to see you and your sisters together, just like you used to be—it makes me overwhelmingly happy."

He shook his head, as if overcome with emotion.

"Not to mention." Mika continued. "You got to meet both of your aunties as well."

He tilted his head. "Did you have a good time?"

Astrid fidgeted with her hands, her tails swaying behind her.

She looked down, then up, then down again before shyly saying

"I did, Mika...I-I not only got to spend time with my little sisters, but with Aunt Yelena and Aunt Fauna as well. It was such a pleasant surprise."

She smiled, a beautiful, genuine smile that lit up her face.

"Everything went so well and I honestly wished the day could go on and on and never end."

In the bedroom, Nadia felt tears prick at her eyes.

This was what she had wanted for so many years.

Her daughter, her cold, distant, broken daughter was finally coming back.

To her sisters. To her family. To her.

Mika nodded, satisfied. He gestured for her to come closer.

Astrid, like an obedient little fox, quickly sat down beside him, leaning into his embrace. He put an arm around her shoulder and pulled her close.

"I’m so proud of you, Astrid." He said, his voice full of love. "I’m so proud of all the effort you’re putting into mending your relationships."

Astrid made a happy sound, pressing herself against him.

"I also know that just my words alone would probably be enough." Mika continued. "I know that just looking at you with this much affection is more than enough of a reward for you."

Astrid nodded. It was true. His gaze alone was enough to fill her with warmth, to make her feel seen and cherished.

But then Mika smirked. His arm tightened around her, pulling her even closer.

"But." Mika said, and a smirk entered his voice. "That won’t fly by me. I want to give you a proper reward for everything you’ve done."

His hand moved, capturing hers and guiding it down. Her fingers met the hot, silken skin of his cock, and she flinched in surprise, her eyes widening.

"That reward is this cock right here."