Chapter 312: You Deserve It More

Charlotte and Yelena’s bodies pressed together on the bed, skin flushed and slick with sweat, their heavy breasts squishing against each other, nipples grazing and hardening with every subtle shift.

Their pussies also slid together—wet lips kissing, clits brushing in electric sparks that made both of them gasp.

"Oh...Mama..." Charlotte whimpered, voice trembling with embarrassment and pleasure. "Your pussy...It’s so hot...So slippery...I can feel your lips against mine..."

Yelena’s breath hitched, her own hips rocking back despite herself, meeting Charlotte’s movements.

"Y-YOURS too, sweetheart..." She whispered, cheeks burning crimson. "So warm...So wet...I can feel your little clit rubbing mine...It’s...It’s so naughty..."

Charlotte buried her face in Yelena’s neck, moaning softly as their clits caught again, sending a jolt through both of them.

"I know right...I-t’s so taboo..." Charlotte breathed, voice small and shaky. "We’re mother and daughter...we shouldn’t be...our pussies shouldn’t be touching like this...kissing like this..."

Yelena’s arms wrapped around her daughter, holding her close even as her hips kept moving.

"I know...I know, baby..." She murmured, voice thick with emotion. "It’s wrong...Incestuous...Mothers and daughters don’t do this...don’t grind their privates together until they’re dripping..."

But their bodies didn’t stop.

Their slick lips slid faster, clits bumping and rubbing, juices mixing in a messy, intimate glide.

"But Mama...Why does it feel so good?" Charlotte lifted her head, eyes glassy, meeting her mother’s gaze. "Why does it feel this good even though it’s so wrong?"

Yelena smiled, soft and loving, even as her hips rolled harder.

"Because..." She whispered, leaning in until their foreheads touched. "Even though it’s so wrong, we’re with the people we love most in the world."

Her voice trembled with emotion.

"The most forbidden things...can feel the nicest when they’re with the ones your heart belongs to. When it’s love...real love...even the wrongest things become beautiful."

Charlotte’s eyes filled with tears of relief, of understanding, of overwhelming affection.

She ground harder, a soft moan spilling out.

"I love you, Mama..." She whispered. "And I love Mika...and I love this...even if it’s wrong..."

Yelena’s smile widened, tears pricking her own eyes.

"I love you too, my sweet girl...and I love him...and I love how we feel together..."

Their pussies pressed tighter, lips parting and meshing, the hood of their clits conforming onto one another like they were covering one another from the rain that was their sweet honey.

Neither spoke anymore of how dirty it was.

How their most private places were kissing, slick with each other’s arousal, juices mixing in a taboo flood.

They just moved together, moaning softly, lost in the forbidden warmth.

Mika watched for a long moment, eyes dark with satisfaction.

Then he spoke, voice low and rough.

"Yeah...that should be enough."

He climbed onto the bed, positioning himself between their spread legs before he gripped his cock, still rock-hard and throbbing, and slid the thick head between their joined pussies.

The shaft glided through the slick valley where their folds met, rubbing against both clits at once.

Yelena and Charlotte gasped in unison, hips jerking.

"Mika—! Baby—!" Yelena moaned.

"Oh god—Mika—yes—!" Charlotte whimpered.

He thrust slowly, sliding his cock back and forth between their pussies, coating himself in their combined wetness, the head bumping their clits with every stroke.

"Feel that?" He growled, voice thick. "My cock between mother and daughter’s pussies...rubbing both of you at once...getting soaked in your juices..."

"Yes—baby—yes—!" Yelena’s head fell back, a broken moan spilling out.

"It’s so big...So thick...rubbing us both." Charlotte’s hands clutched her mother’s shoulders, grinding harder. "Mama, can you feel it too?"

Yelena nodded frantically, tears of pleasure in her eyes.

"I feel it...I feel him...sliding between us...making us wetter..."

But just as they were enjoying the friction that felt like a vibrator was stuffed in between their cunts, Mika slowed before he finally stopped.

Both women let out immediate, disappointed whines.

"Mika—no!" Charlotte pouted, hips still trying to chase the friction. "Why did you stop? It felt so good!"

"Yes...please don’t stop." Yelena murmured, voice husky. "When your thick tip brushed both our clits at the same time...It was incredible. I want to feel that again...please!"

Mika chuckled, pulling his cock free with a wet sound, letting it rest heavy and throbbing Charlotte’s ass.

"I’m glad you both are enjoying this." He said, voice low. "Watching you two share my cock like this is also really hard for me to stop."

"...But I think it’s time for the final step."

Yelena and Charlotte froze, eyes widening as realization dawned, while Mika leaned closer, cock pulsing between them, thicker than ever from their teasing.

"There are two of you." He murmured, eyes dark with hunger. "And I only have one cock."

"So...decide who goes first. Mother or daughter."

The room went silent except for their ragged breathing.

Yelena and Charlotte looked at each other—flustered, shy, cheeks burning.

Before—

"Y-You go first, Mama." Charlotte said quickly, voice soft. "You deserve it more than me."

Yelena shook her head immediately.

"No, sweetheart." She whispered, cupping Charlotte’s cheek. "You’ve loved him since you were little. You used to draw wedding invitations for him, try on dresses in secret, tell me you’d marry him one day."

"This moment...it’s been yours in your heart for years, whole I only realized my feelings recently. So, I think you should go first."

Charlotte’s eyes shimmered with tears.

"But Mama...you’ve always put me first. My whole life. You deserve happiness too."

Yelena smiled, tender and loving.

"My happiness is seeing you happy, my little fox. My cheeky devil. So, let me give this to you, Charlotte."

Charlotte hesitated, then nodded slowly, tears spilling.

"If...If you really mean it..."

Yelena kissed her forehead.

"I do."

Seeing her mother’s approving gaze, Charlotte turned to Mika, shy but determined, wiggling her hips slightly.

"T-Take my virginity first, Mika." She whispered, voice trembling with emotion. "Push that fat cock into my pussy...the one I’ve dreamed about for so long."

Mika didn’t hesitate any longer. He gently pushed Charlotte’s back down, guiding her to arch, raising her ass high.

She too obeyed instinctively, presenting herself—legs spread, pussy glistening, lips parted and dripping, small entrance quivering in anticipation.

Mika then gripped her hips, lining up and let the thick head nudged her entrance, coating itself in her slickness.

"Are you ready, Charlotte?" He asked, voice rough. "Ready for the cock you’ve waited years for? The one you fingered yourself dreaming about every night?"

Charlotte’s breath hitched, tears of overwhelming love in her eyes.

"I-Im ready, Mika." She whispered. "I’ve always been ready for you."

Yelena moved to her side, stroking Charlotte’s hair soothingly.

"It’s okay, baby." She murmured. "Mama’s here. Just breathe. Let him in."

And seeing both mother and daughter waiting for him...Mika pushed.

Slowly.

The fat head parted her lips, stretching her virgin entrance inch by agonizing inch.

Charlotte gasped, body trembling.

"It’s...It’s so thick, Mama." She whimpered. "Stretching me...Oh god, it burns a little...But it feels...so full..."

Yelena kissed her temple.

"You’re doing so well, sweetheart. Just relax...let him fill you..."

Mika groaned, pushing deeper, feeling her tight walls yield around him.

"So tight...fuck, Charlotte...Your pussy’s sucking me in..."

Another inch, and Charlotte cried out, her spine arching into a taut bow beneath him.

"Aah—It’s so deep...!" She gasped, hands clawing at the sheets. "I feel it...I feel it in my belly—Mika!"

Then he bottomed out, the head of his cock nestling right against her cervix, making her jolt.

"Ahhhh!♡~" A deep moan tore from his throat as her walls stretched wide to accommodate every unforgiving inch.

Charlotte’s breath hitched, trembling around him, her body nearly overwhelmed by the fullness—her pussy clenching, spasming involuntarily.

Mika leaned in, lips brushing her shoulder with a softness that betrayed the brutal stretch she endured.

"How is it?" He whispered, his voice like velvet soaked in sin. "How’s this thick cock feel, stuffed so deep in your sweet little virgin cunt?"

Her lip trembled. She couldn’t speak at first—only trembled, small gasps escaping her parted lips.

Then her voice broke, raw and honest.

"It hurt...at first...like I was being split in half." She whimpered, tears sliding from the corners of her eyes as her fingers curled into the bedding. "You’re too big, Mika...way too big...your cock—" She shook, overwhelmed, breath stuttering. "—your cock’s not made for a normal girl like me...It’s monstrous."

He stilled, gaze locked on hers—but there was no fear in her expression. Only need. Adoration.

"But now..." She breathed, cheeks wet, eyes shining with the kind of love that came from surrendering fully, "...now it feels perfect. So full—so stretched—I feel like... like I was made for this. Made for you."

Mika’s pupils darkened, hunger flaring, possessive heat radiating from every inch of him.

"Good." He murmured, a growl rippling under the single word. "Because I’m not even close to done with you."

And then he moved.

Shlurp!

His hips pulled back—slow, dragging every vein and ridge along her inner walls—and then drove back in with a deep, wet slap.

Smack!

Charlotte’s entire body jolted. "M-Mika—!" She cried out, legs trembling as her toes curled.

But he didn’t listen and thrust again, harder, deeper, hips snapping forward in long strokes that forced her body to mold to him.

"Smack!♡~ Aaaah!♡~ Ughh!♡~ Nnn!"

"Smash!♡~ Slap!♡~ Smack!♡~ Nnm!"

She clung to the sheets, her moans louder now, ragged.

"I-I need—!" She sobbed, fingers fisting around the pillow.

"You need what?"

Mika growled against her ear, voice all smoke and gravel, one hand gripping her hip to anchor her while the other slid around her front to press flat against her belly, where the bulge of him throbbed visibly through her soft flesh.

"M-More!♡~" She choked out, breathless, desperate. "More—please—don’t stop—!"

And Mika gave it to her.

"Slap!♡~Slap!♡~ Slap!♡~Slap!♡~ Nmm!"

His thrusts turned savage.

He fucked her like she was his—because she was. Like no one else had ever touched her and no one else ever would.

"Ohhh!♡~ Slap!♡~ Mmh!♡~ Slap!♡~ Aaah!♡~ Ughhh!♡~

SCHLK!—SCHLK!—SCHLK!—each thrust echoed through the room, wet and slick, the sounds of her arousal obscene.

Charlotte too sobbed his name, her body wracked by tremors, her voice shattering as he pounded into her with animal hunger and feral tenderness.

"Y-You’re so deep, Mika—!" She wailed, voice climbing. "I c-can’t...Mika—your cock’s splitting me open—ahh—nnngh!"

"You love it." He rasped, breath burning against her ear. "You fucking love being stretched around me."

"Yes—yes, I do—I love it—I love your cock—I love you—"

And her body convulsed again, her orgasm cresting so hard she couldn’t breathe, her walls fluttering around him like they were begging him to stay inside forever.