Chapter 181: Show Mama How Much You Love My Body

Yelena’s mind was gone, consumed by horny thoughts that drowned out her rationality. All she could think about was Mika pulling his dick out, revealing its full thickness, letting her see the raw power of it.

As he tugged his underwear lower—she caught a glimpse of the base of his shaft, the veins bulging prominently, pulsing with life. The sight alone sent a rush of heat through her, her pussy growing wet as she stared, transfixed by the thickness, the raw masculinity of it.

She felt a desperate urge to squirt, her body teetering on the edge of release just from the thought of it. Her gaze was lustful, hungry, her breath shallow as she leaned forward, craving the full reveal.

But then—a sharp smell cut through her haze, burning, acrid smoke.

Her lust shattered, replaced by panic as she spun around, realizing the stew on the stove was scorched, tendrils of smoke rising from the pot.

"Oh no!" She gasped, rushing to turn off the burner, her hands fumbling as she grabbed a cup of water and threw it into the pot.

A hiss and more smoke erupted, but the crisis was averted, no fire, just a ruined meal.

But more then that, she stood there, panting, her heart racing as the reality of what she’d been doing crashed over her like a slap to the face.

She’d been lusting after Mika’s cock, craving a glimpse of the boy she’d raised like a son, her mind lost in filthy thoughts while her daughter moaned under his touch.

Shame flooded her, her face flushing crimson.

’I’m supposed to be his mother, caring for him, loving him gently, not this...this disgraceful desire.’

She wanted to slam her head against the counter, mortified by her own behavior.

The worst part was knowing that if she saw more, if Mika went further, she’d spiral again, her body betraying her with even stronger urges. She couldn’t let that happen.

Steeling herself, she marched toward the sofa, her voice sharp and frantic. "Stop it! Stop it right there, you two! What the hell do you think you’re doing in my house when I’m right here?"

Mika and Charlotte froze and in response Charlotte’s face twisted into annoyance, as if her mother had ruined a sacred moment. Mika though, calm as ever, tucked his half-exposed cock back into his pants, zipping up with a casual ease that made Yelena’s heart lurch.

For a fleeting moment, a pitiful look crossed her face, she wanted to see it, and the realization that she’d missed her chance stung.

But she shook her head, pointing at them, her voice trembling with outrage.

"Really, you two!? Do you have no manners at all? I’m right there in the kitchen, trying to ignore what you’re doing, hoping you’d stop, that you’d realize how shameless this is! But you just kept going, making me watch this...this spectacle!"

"Don’t you take me seriously at all? How can you do something so brazen on my sofa, in my living room?"

Mika opened his mouth to respond, but to Yelena’s shock—Charlotte cut him off, her voice fierce. She didn’t care that her breasts were still bare, bouncing as she climbed onto Mika’s lap, pointing at her mother with outrage.

"What is it, Mama?! What’s it to you? Why do you care if Mika and I are getting all hot and horny in the living room?"

Her tone was raw, almost heartbroken, as if Yelena had stolen something precious. She then went on to say as if she was outraged by her interruption,

"Do you know that Mika told me he was going to take my virginity tonight, right here! He was going to go all the way, do the one thing I’ve been waiting for forever! He was about to pull his cock out and slam it into me, and I was this close to losing my virginity—to finally having him!"

Yelena’s jaw dropped, her face burning at the shameless words spilling from her daughter’s mouth. But Charlotte didn’t stop, her voice rising with indignation.

"But you ruined it, Mama! You just had to come over and interrupt us at the perfect moment! Couldn’t you have waited, just a few minutes, until he was deep inside me?"

"You betrayed me! Aren’t I your daughter? How could you do this?"

"What are you even talking about, Charlotte?"

Yelena’s outrage flared, her voice sharp as she pointed back.

"How am I the one who betrayed you? You’re the one doing these shameless things in my living room! I-I’m not even against you and Mika being...intimate."

She stammered, her voice softening with embarrassment as she went on to say,

"You’re at that age, and I don’t mind, really. It’s none of my business...But doing it right here, in front of me? This house is massive, there are so many bedrooms! You could’ve gone somewhere private, not...not on the sofa where I have to watch!"

"What were we supposed to do, Mama?" Charlotte huffed, crossing her arms, her breasts still bare. "We got in the mood right here, right now! You think we can just stop, walk to a bedroom, and keep going?"

"...The mood would be gone, and it’d be boring! It’s not like we planned this, it just happened!"

She leaned closer to Mika, her voice defiant as she went on to say with a suspicious gaze,

"And why didn’t you just look away? In the past, when Mika would pounce on me, you’d smile, walk away, mind your own business. That’s how it’s always been in this house! So why didn’t you do that now? Why did you keep watching us instead?"

Yelena’s face flushed deeper, her words catching in her throat. She couldn’t admit she’d been too enamored to look away, too caught up in the forbidden heat of the scene.

Before she could respond, Charlotte pressed on, her breasts bouncing as she gestured animatedly, Mika’s hands steadying her waist to keep her from lunging at her mother.

"And don’t act all innocent, Mama! You’re the one who told me to get naughty with Mika for so long! You said I’m not as cunning as my sisters, that they’d steal him if I didn’t act fast. You told me to get knocked up—to get pregnant so Mika would have to marry me! That was your plan!"

"And now, when I finally have a chance to make it happen, you interrupt? I could’ve been pregnant by now, with Mika’s babies, and we’d have our happy ending!...But you ruined it!"

Mika’s eyebrows shot up, a smirk spreading across his face as he looked at Yelena. "Is that true, Yelena? Were you really telling Charlotte to get knocked up by me?"

Yelena’s face burned, her voice sharp as she snapped. "Shut up, Mika! Be quiet!"

She then turned to Charlotte, her tone softening but still flustered.

"But still, Charlotte...doing this right in front of your mother is too much, don’t you think?"

"Not at all, Mama." Charlotte scoffed, undeterred. "I’m willing to do anything to win Mika’s heart. Even if it means getting it on right in front of you."

She then smirked, her eyes glinting with challenge as she said,

"In fact, I’ll show you right now how serious I am."

Before Yelena could react, Charlotte lunged forward, crashing her lips into Mika’s in a passionate, hungry kiss.

"Mmm!♡~ Mmm!♡~ Kiss!♡~ Mmm!♡~ Slurp!♡~"

Her tongue danced with his, visible to Yelena as it moved in and out of his mouth, her body rubbing against him, her hands clutching his shoulders and in response, Yelena’s entire body heated, her breath catching at the raw, intimate display.

Charlotte then pulled back and decided to take it a step further to taunt her mother by them kneeling on Mika’s lap, her breasts hovering inches from his face and then with a forward motion—she pressed them forward, smothering his face, her nipples brushing his lips.

"Suck them, Mika." She purred, her voice sultry. "Suck them like you did before. Show Mama how good you are."

"But she’s still watching, Charlotte. Your mother’s right there." Mika hesitated, glancing at Yelena with a smirk. "Don’t you feel bad for her?"

"I don’t care!" Charlotte shot a defiant glance at Yelena. "If she doesn’t like it, she can look away."

She then pushed her nipple into his mouth, and Mika relented, his lips closing around it, sucking deeply as his hands gripped her waist.

"Lick!♡~ Mmph!♡~ Ahh!♡~ Suck!♡~"

"Ahhh, yes!♡~ Just like that, Mika!♡~ Suck my boobies and show how much you love them!♡~"

The wet sounds of his mouth on her skin filled the room, Charlotte’s moans growing louder, her body arching into him...all the while Yelena’s body was only growing hotter and hotter as she wanted her baby girl’s chest get ravished.