Chapter 309: We Can Share Him

Mika’s head fell back against the sofa with a choked groan.

Her lips were soft, warm, perfect—sealing around his head as her tongue swirled, tasting him, lapping up the precum like it was the sweetest thing she’d ever had.

"Lick!♡~ Mmph!♡~ Ahh!♡~ Suck!♡~"

She sank lower, taking more of him, cheeks hollowing as she sucked with slow pulls.

Mika’s hands flew to her hair, fingers tangling, hips twitching involuntarily.

"Yelena—fuck—!"

Meanwhile, Charlotte sat rooted to the spot, face burning, unable to look away as her mother—her proud, untouchable mother—knelt between Mika’s legs and worshipped his cock with her mouth.

"Hmmm!♡~ Mika!♡~ Mika!♡~"

Yelena moaned around him, the vibration making his thighs tense before she pulled back slightly, lips glossy, eyes locked on his as she stroked him with her hand.

"You taste so good." She whispered, voice thick with need. "My baby boy...all grown up...so thick...so hard for your mother..."

Then she took him deep again, throat relaxing as she swallowed him down, nose brushing his pelvis.

And in response, Mika’s control shattered.

His hips bucked, fingers tightening in her hair as he fucked her mouth in shallow, desperate thrusts.

Yelena took it all—moaning, gagging softly, tears pricking her eyes but never pulling away.

"Mmm!♡~ Ahhh!♡~ Slurp!♡~ Nnn!♡~"

"Ahh!♡~ Suck!♡~ Mmph!♡~ Lick!♡~"

Charlotte could only watch, heart pounding, a confusing mix of shock, jealousy, and something hotter stirring in her chest.

She then shook her head sharply, trying to clear the fog of conflicting emotions.

’No—no, stop it. This is Mama. This is Mika. This is wrong. Why am I...Why am I even thinking about this?’’

Her face burned as she crouched down to Yelena’s level, close enough to see her mother’s lips stretched around Mika’s thick cock.

"M-Mama?" Charlotte’s voice cracked, soft and worried. "What are you doing? Why are you...taking him like that?"

"Weren’t you supposed to be protesting? Weren’t you supposed to say no to everything he did? You were completely fine with it just a moment ago—you even tried to push him away in the sky!"

"But now...now you’re..."

Yelena’s eyes fluttered open, hazy with lust. She slowly pulled off Mika’s cock with a wet, obscene pop, a thick strand of saliva connecting her glossy lips to the glistening head. She then looked up at Charlotte with a dreamy, knowing smile.

"You want to know why?" She murmured, voice husky and low. "You want to know why I’m giving in like this to Mika?"

She stroked Mika’s length slowly, from base to tip, eyes never leaving Charlotte’s.

"Well, let me just tell you that some things in life are inevitable, Charlotte."

She said tenderly and in a experienced manner before going on to say,

"Like how humans age. Like how we all die one day. Like how the sun rises in the east and sets in the west. Or how every two weeks, the moon becomes full."

She leaned closer to Mika’s cock, pressing a gentle kiss to the tip.

"Mika is like that for me." She whispered. "He’s a force of nature. One you simply cannot resist."

Her hand pumped him slowly, lovingly.

"The funny thing is I was the one who raised him that way." She continued, voice thick with emotion. "I was the one who taught him to never give up. To keep fighting, even when everything seems lost. To never bow his head."

"I drilled that into him since he was a child. I told him to persevere, no matter what."

She glanced down at Mika’s cock, eyes softening with something deeper than lust.

"But it backfired." She admitted with a soft, rueful laugh. "All my lessons, all my chasing, all my pushing...it worked too well. He never gave up on me. And now...now I can’t look at him as just my son anymore."

"I can only see him as a man I want to please."

She leaned forward, nuzzling her cheek against his shaft.

"But no."

She corrected herself quickly, smiling up at Charlotte with gentle reassurance.

"No, that’s not entirely true. I still see him as my son. Mika will always be my baby boy. That will never change."

She turned to Mika, whispering against his ear so only he could hear.

"You’ll always be my baby boy, won’t you? My adorable little son?"

Mika moaned softly, hips twitching. "Yes...Yes, I’ll be anything you want me to be."

Yelena smiled, kissing his ear tenderly before she looked back at Charlotte, eyes warm.

"Right now, I see him as many things at the samw time. I see him as my son...and as a man. And also as a husband."

Charlotte’s eyes trembled.

"A husband who protects his family from the world." Yelena continued softly. "A husband who loves his family more than anything."

"And finally...a husband I want to fill my womb with a child."

The words hit Charlotte like a physical blow.

Her eyes finally overflowed, tears streaming down her cheeks. It felt as if her mother was reaching out and physically stealing the center of her world away.

"But...what about me?" She whispered, voice breaking. "W-What about us? I’ve loved him since I was little. I always thought...I always thought he’d be mine one day. That we’d get married. That he’d only ever look at me."

She leaned forward, tears spilling down her cheeks.

"I-I can’t live without him, Mama. He’s everything to me. M-My hands, my legs, my eyes—everything. Without him, there’s no point in waking up. No point in breathing. No point in living."

She looked at Yelena with raw, desperate pain.

"Please, Mama...don’t take him away from me. I can’t...I can’t survive without him."

Hearing how her duaghter loved Mika, Yelena’s expression turned living, eyes filling with tears.

She opened her arms and Charlotte—unable to hold back—immediately stumbled forward, collapsing into her mother’s embrace.

Yelena held her tightly, stroking her hair.

"Shh, sweetheart." She whispered, stroking her daughter’s hair. "It’s not like that. We don’t have to take him from each other."

She pulled back slightly, cupping Charlotte’s face.

"We can share." She said softly. "We can love him together. As a family. As...more than a family."

Charlotte sniffled, tears still falling.

"Really...?"

Yelena smiled, warm and loving.

"Really."

She glanced at Mika, then back at Charlotte.

"He’s big enough for both of us." She murmured, a hint of playful mischief in her voice. "And he loves us both. Why should we fight over what we can share?"

"Or..." She teased, voice light but edged with playful challenge. "Is it that you don’t want to share me with your own mother?"

"You don’t even want to share something you love with the woman who gave you life? Have I really raised such a possessive little daughter?"

Charlotte’s cheeks flushed deeper, eyes wide before she shook her head frantically.

"No, no, no, no!" She protested, voice high and earnest. "I love you just as much as I love Mika! I swear! If you want him...if you love him just as much as I do...I can definitely share him."

She looked down shyly, fingers twisting together.

"He gives you so much happiness, so...so who am I to pull him away from you, Mama? I want all of us to be happy. If sharing Mika is the only way...then I can definitely share him."

Her eyes lifted, shimmering with love and adoration and Yelena’s heart melted.

She leaned in, pressing a tender kiss to Charlotte’s cheek.

"I’m so happy I raised such an loving daughter." She murmured, voice thick with emotion. "You’re too good for this world, sweetheart."

Charlotte blushed, duckling her head.

But then her expression shifted, becoming awkward, uncertain.

"It’s just...this whole family thing is getting really weird." She mumbled. "Mama loves Mika. I love Mika. And you’re telling me you want him as a husband?"

"But if that happens...wouldn’t that make Mika my father? And if he’s my father...wouldn’t that be really strange? I mean...fathers and daughters don’t...do stuff like this. They don’t make out."

"They don’t...suck each other’s private parts."

She glanced at Mika shyly, who was still in heaven from Yelena’s earlier attention, eyes half-lidded, breathing heavy.

"I don’t mind calling him Daddy in bed." She added quickly, blushing harder. "I’d happily call him that. But in real life...I don’t want to be his actual daughter or anything. That’s...too weird."

Yelena laughed softly, tapping Charlotte’s nose gently.

"It’s not going to be like that, silly."

She leaned back, looking between her daughter and Mika with a warm, knowing smile.

"Our family has always been unique, Charlotte. You have four aunts with no husbands—including me. You also have four sisters with no fathers. You won’t find a family like ours anywhere else in the world."

"And if we’re already so different...why should we follow normal rules?"

She reached out, cupping Charlotte’s cheek.

"Just because I call him my husband doesn’t mean you have to treat him like a father. You can love him as your lover. As your equal. As the man who makes your heart race. There’s nothing wrong with that. We can create our own family dynamic—one the rest of the world doesn’t understand."

"But we do. And we can do whatever we want."

Charlotte sniffled, eyes shimmering.

"But...will the world really accept us like that?"

That was when Mika’s voice cut through the room.

"Who cares what the world thinks about us?"

The voice was heavy like a general commanding a army, laced with aggression.

Both women turned to look at him, their breath catching at the ferocity in his gaze. His expression was dominant, aggressive, especially his eyes.

They were burning with possessive fire.

"The world can fuck itself." His tone was dark, possessive. "If anyone has anything to say about us—about you—it’s my duty to burn that person on the spot. Make them apologize with their dying breath for daring to speak against what’s mine."

"I’ll change the world for you. For both of you."

His hand reached out, pulling them both closer.

"So tell me..." His lips quirked into a smirk. "If I promise to protect you two from the world and promise to love you equally would you still hesitate to become my women?"

Yelena and Charlotte exchanged a glance—one filled with approval, with longing.

Then, as one, they turned back to Mika, their eyes shining with love and adoration.

"Mika—!" Charlotte breathed, launching herself at him first, her arms wrapping around his neck as she pressed her lips to his in a desperate, hungry kiss.

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

Mika growled, his hands tangling in her hair as he kissed her back, his tongue forcing its way past her lips, claiming her mouth with a raw, possessive hunger.

"Mmm, good girl." He murmured against her lips before turning to Yelena, pulling her into the kiss as well.

"Kiss!♡~ Kiss!♡~ Mwah!♡~ Kiss!♡~ Nibble!♡~"

Yelena moaned, her body melting against his as his tongue swept into her mouth, tangling with hers in a deep, dirty kiss.

"I love you, my baby boy." She whispered, her voice thick with desire. "I love you so much—"

"I love you too." Mika rasped, his voice rough with need. "Both of you—"

His grip tightened, his fingers threading through their hair as he pulled them together, their lips crashing in a messy, erotic tangle of tongues and teeth.

"Smooch!♡~ Smooch!♡~ Kiss!♡~ Smooch!♡~ Sip!♡~"

Their tongues twisted together, wet and hot, their breaths mingling as they kissed him with equal fervor.

Meanwhile, down below, Mika’s cock twitched, hardening between them as their hands roamed his body, their fingers tracing the lines of his muscles, their nails digging into his skin.

"Fuck—" Mika groaned, his voice a dark growl as he broke the kiss, his chest heaving. "On your knees."

Without hesitation, both women sank to the floor before him, their hands immediately reaching for his cock.

Yelena’s fingers wrapped around the base, her thumb swiping over the pre-cum beading at the tip, while Charlotte leaned in, her tongue flicking out to lick the sensitive underside.

"Mmm, yes—" Mika hissed, his head falling back as Charlotte’s lips closed around the head, her tongue swirling over the slit.

Yelena’s hand followed, stroking him in gentle motions as Charlotte hollowed her cheeks, taking him deeper.

"Such good girls." Mika groaned, his fingers tangling in their hair, guiding them. "Now both of you work together to show how much you love me."

His voice cracked as Yelena’s lips joined Charlotte’s, their tongues working together to lavish his cock with wet, sloppy kisses, their mouths taking turns sucking him off.

"Lick!♡~ Mmph!♡~ Ahh!♡~ Suck!♡~"

Charlotte moaned around his shaft, her free hand cupping his balls, rolling them gently as Yelena’s tongue traced the thick vein running along the underside.

"We love you, Mika!" Yelena murmured, her voice a dark purr. "W-We love you so much!"

Hearing this confession, Mika’s grip tightened, his hips jerking forward as Charlotte took him to the back of her throat, her gag reflex barely holding on as Yelena’s lips sealed around the base, her tongue swirling over his balls.

"Fuck—just like that—!"

Mika snarled, his voice rough with pleasure as they worshipped him, their mouths working in perfect sync, their tongues teasing every inch of him.