Chapter 182: My Children Have Grown Up

Yelena stood frozen, her body burning with a forbidden heat she couldn’t suppress, her pussy throbbing as the wet sounds of Mika’s mouth and Charlotte’s soft moans filled the room. She watched in a daze, the scene unfolding on the sofa feeling impossibly hot, overwhelming her senses.

From the kitchen, it had been intense, but now, standing so close, every detail was vivid, searing itself into her mind.

"Mmm!♡~ Ahhh!♡~ Slurp!♡~ Nnn!♡~"

She could see Mika’s head dip to Charlotte’s breast, his tongue sweeping out to lick one nipple with slow, sensual strokes, while his fingers twisted the other, teasing it with a masterful touch. His teeth also grazed the sensitive peak, drawing a whimper from Charlotte, the sound mingling with the slick, rhythmic sucking that echoed in the air.

Up close, it was so much more vivid than from afar, and shockingly, it turned Yelena on even more.

"Ahh!♡~ Suck!♡~ Mmph!♡~ Lick!♡~"

She wasn’t outraged anymore: the sight had shifted something in her.

It wasn’t just that Mika was doing this to her daughter, it was how he was doing it, with a skill that seemed to know every sensitive point on Charlotte’s body. Each move he made drew absurdly intense moans and whimpers from her, as if he’d mapped her pleasure with precision.

And just like that, her mind spiraled, her thoughts consumed by the fantasy of Mika doing this to her. If Charlotte hadn’t interrupted last night, it would be her breasts in his mouth, her nipples under his tongue, her body trembling under his touch.

The thought made her nipples strain painfully against her bra, her pussy throbbing with a heat she couldn’t ignore. She could almost feel his lips on her, sucking her like a hungry infant, his hands claiming her with the same intensity.

But even as her arousal surged, Yelena knew she had to stop this before it went further. Stepping closer, she reached out, gently touching Charlotte’s shoulder, her voice soft but laced with concern.

"C-Charlotte, I don’t know why you’re doing this, but you have to stop...You don’t need to take it this far. Please."

But in response, Charlotte looked offended, her gaze snapping to her mother as Mika continued sucking her breast.

"You don’t understand, Mama." She said, her voice sharp before softening into a sly smirk. "Let me make you understand."

"For so long, Mika and I have been doing so many dirty things, because of my Venus Complex, we had to. We’ve done so much, things I can’t even say out loud."

Yelena’s face flushed, her mind racing with images of what those "things" could be, each one more taboo than the last. Charlotte continued, her voice steady despite Mika’s antics.

"But we never went all the way. I was fine with it, but Mika always held back. He said he didn’t want to take my virginity just for my urges, he wanted it to be special, meaningful...I respected that, waited so long, so excited for the day it would happen."

Mika switched to her other breast, his lips closing around the nipple with a wet pop, and Yelena’s eyes tracked his movements, her breath hitching.

"But today, Mika finally opened up." Charlotte’s eyes lit up, her voice growing fervent. "He whispered he wants to take me fully, drive his cock deep inside me and I...I was so happy, Mama, I thought I’d lose my virginity right here, even with you watching. I didn’t care. But you...But you ruined it!"

She frowned, stroking Mika’s head as if he were innocent, though his smirk betrayed his orchestrations.

"If you hadn’t come, Mika would’ve taken me. I’d have been the happiest girl alive...But you killed the mood, and now poor Mika’s probably lost the boner in his pants."

And shockingly Yelena wasn’t even angry or shocked by such a statement and instead her heart softened—a flicker of understanding crossing her face.

She’d been furious when Charlotte interrupted her last night, so she could relate to her daughter’s frustration. Mother and daughter were alike, both craving Mika’s touch, both hating to be denied.

She opened her mouth to apologize, but Charlotte had other plans, her smirk turning challenging.

"In fact, I’m so angry at you, Mama, that I’m taking this to another level, just to spite you." She looked down at Mika, her voice loving but firm. "Mika, do what you do when I’m horny and you want to finish fast—that thing with your hand, moving so quick it makes me cum in seconds."

"Do it now, so Mama can watch."

Mika’s eyes widened, surprised by her boldness.

"Are you sure, Charlotte? That’s going too far, don’t you think. No mother wants to see her daughter like that. It’ll be embarrassing for you too."

But Charlotte shook her head, defiant.

"Nothing I do with you is embarrassing, Mika. I’ll do anything, no matter who watches." She shot Yelena a sly glance. "I also want to show Mama how close we are, how intimate and then there’s no changing my mind."

Mika sighed, glancing at Yelena, then nodded. "Fine."

And then to Yelena’s shock, Mika grabbed Charlotte’s shorts and underwear, sliding them off with her eager assistance, leaving her completely naked. Her juicy butt and plump, glistening pussy were exposed, dripping with arousal.

Mika then lifted her, turning her to sit against his chest, her legs spread over his knees, her wet, pink pussy bared to Yelena’s view.

And seeing her daughter’s wet pussy, her own pussy squirted into her underwear, liquid trickling down her thighs. She’d seen Charlotte naked before, bathing together as a child, but never like this—so swollen, so needy, her pussy practically throbbing with desire.

Yelena’s legs trembled, her hand covering her crotch instinctively, as if to hide her own arousal, as just then Mika’s voice cut through as he glanced at her.

"Yelena, you’d better look away now, or you’ll see something you’ll regret—your daughter degraded in the worst way."

Yelena knew she should turn, knew this was beyond shameful, but her curiosity burned too brightly. She stood frozen, her face flushed, staring as Mika sighed.

"Suit yourself. Don’t complain later, I warned you."

Before her eyes, Mika’s hands moved to Charlotte’s pussy, two fingers of one hand pressing against her clit, the other two sliding inside her. Yelena gasped at the erotic sight, her body trembling.

Then Mika’s hands moved at an inhuman speed—fingers thrusting in and out of Charlotte’s pussy like a blur, the other hand vibrating her clit with relentless precision.

"Schlurp!♡~ Splish!♡~ Splat!♡~ Squish!♡~"

Charlotte’s body immediately arched in response, bucking like she’d been electrocuted, her eyes rolling back.

"Mika!♡~ Mika!♡~ Oh—Mika! That’s too fast!" She cried, her voice frantic. "Stop, stop, it’s too much!♡~"

But Mika held her tight, whispering.

"It’s alright, Charlotte, let it build. You’re almost there."

"Schlurp!♡~ Splurt!♡~ Drip!♡~ Sploosh!♡~"

His fingers moved even faster, a blur of motion, the wet sounds of her pussy and the vibrating hum of his hand on her clit creating a symphony of depravity. Charlotte’s body spasmed, her eyes rolling back, her voice a desperate chant.

"Mika!♡~ Mika!♡~ It’s coming! Oh god, it’s too much! I can’t—!"

Her hips bucked wildly, her pussy clenching around his fingers, her clit throbbing under his relentless touch..

"It’s coming—Mika!♡~ I can feel it, so deep! Oh no, I’m coming!♡~ I’m cumming!♡~"

Her voice was a scream, raw and unhinged, as a massive squirt of liquid erupted from her pussy, a forceful jet that splashed across the coffee table, drenching it in a glistening flood.

"Gloop!♡~ Drip!♡~ Splurt!♡~ Plop!♡~"

"Thwap!♡~ Schlurp!♡~ Squish!♡~ Sploosh!♡~"

"Slosh!♡~ Splish!♡~ Glug!♡~ Squelch!♡~"

But it didn’t stop there as wave after wave followed, her pussy gushing like a broken faucet—each spurt accompanied by a shuddering convulsion, her juices spraying in arcs that caught the light, splattering the table, the floor, even Mika’s thighs.

Her body too shook violently in his arms, her legs trembling, her hands clawing at his shoulders as he held her steady, his fingers still moving, prolonging her release.

"That’s it, Charlotte." He murmured, his voice calm but laced with satisfaction. "Let it all out. Show her everything."

The coffee table in front was a mess, a pool of Charlotte’s arousal soaking into the wood, dripping onto the floor, the air thick with the musky scent of her release. Charlotte’s body continued to spasm, her pussy pulsing, squirting smaller bursts as her climax ebbed, her moans fading into breathless whimpers.

Her head lolled back against Mika’s chest, her eyes half-closed, her face flushed with the afterglow of ecstasy, her body limp but still trembling with aftershocks.

Meanwhile Yelena stood, utterly baffled, her mind reeling as she took in the sight of her daughter—the girl she’d raised, whose hair she’d braided, whose lunches she’s packed, who she sang nursery rhymes too squirting in such a primal, adult way.

The realization hit her like a physical blow: Charlotte was no longer a child, but a woman capable of raw, uninhibited pleasure, her body responding to Mika’s touch in ways Yelena could barely comprehend.

And in that moment, Yelena also saw Mika for what he was—not the boy she’d raised—but a dangerous, seductive force, a sex demon who could unravel any woman with his touch.

The realization thrilled and terrified her, her body still burning with forbidden desire as she stood, unable to look away, caught in the taboo spectacle of her daughter’s ecstasy...