Chapter 314: Feel How Wet I Am

Charlotte’s body was still quivering, her pussy clenching around nothing now that Mika had pulled out, but the warmth of her mother’s embrace grounded her, made the overwhelming pleasure feel safe, shared.

Yelena felt it too.

The hot, sticky rush of Mika’s cum leaking from Charlotte’s well-fucked hole, dripping down in slow, viscous trails.

It landed on her own pussy like hot oil, warm and slick, coating her lips and clit in her son’s seed mixed with her daughter’s juices.

The sensation was intimate, taboo, turning her on in a way she couldn’t ignore—her cunt throbbing anew, wetness gathering as the mingled fluids trickled between her thighs.

"Mika...Oh...It’s still coming out...so much...Just his much did you fill my poor daughter up?"

But just as she asked that, her body suddenly felt empty without Charlotte’s weight on her.

She looked and saw that Charlotte was now on her side panting, and instead found Mika looming over her now—his naked form casting a shadow, muscles tense and glistening with sweat, his cock still hard and slick from Charlotte’s pussy, veins pulsing, head flushed and angry-red.

Before Yelena could say anything, he lowered himself slowly, positioning his body over hers, until his cock pressed firmly against her swollen, virgin pussy.

The thick heat of him nudged her entrance, parting her lips slightly, while his chest also lowered, his nipples grazing hers—hard peaks brushing in electric friction that made her gasp.

And as their warmth mingled, his skin hot against hers—Mika’s eyes locked onto hers, dark and intense, as he leaned in close, lips brushing her ear.

"Are you ready, Yelena?" He whispered, voice low and rough, the tip of his cock rubbing teasingly against her clit. "Ready to take your son’s cock deep inside you?...Just think about it."

"This very cock you said was so tiny years ago...now it’s going to stretch you, fill you, mess up your womb...claim you completely."

"Are you ready for that?"

Yelena’s face flushed profusely, heat blooming from her cheeks down to her chest.

But instead of shying away, she smiled—a sultry, sexy curve of her lips, eyes half-lidded with a mix of nervousness and undeniable desire.

"Oh...you’re suddenly referencing me as your mother so much now, aren’t you, Mika?"

She murmured, voice breathy and teasing, her hands sliding up his arms to grip his shoulders.

"For so long, when you were young, you called me anything as a mother—Mama, Mommy, Mom. Even now, you usually just say my name, Yelena. But right now with that knowing look in your eyes, you keep calling me your mother over and over again."

"Why is that? Does us being so close suddenly make you feel like I’m your mother again? Do you want to stop everything after realising just who I am to you?"

And in response, Mika shook his head slowly, a low chuckle rumbling in his chest as his hands slid down to grope her breasts, fingers sinking into the soft, heavy flesh, thumbs circling her hard nipples.

"Not at all." He said, pinching her nipples just hard enough to make her arch into him.

"Sure, you raised me." He admitted. "You were there for everything. But I always saw you as a woman at the end of the day. A woman with this sexy body...curves that drove me crazy...tits I wanted to bury my face in, a pussy I dreamed of tasting."

"A woman I want to fuck all the time, play with like this—" He squeezed her breasts harder, rolling the nipples between his fingers, making her moan softly. "—make you utterly mine. Turn you into my personal sex toy that I can use anytime I please."

"Not as a mother...but as a woman. My woman."

Yelena quivered beneath him, her body arching into his touch, nipples throbbing under his fingers as sparks of pleasure shot straight to her pussy.

"Mika..." She gasped, voice trembling with need.

But he wasn’t done.

His cock rubbed against her clit again, sliding along her slick folds, teasing her entrance without entering.

"But right now." He continued, voice dropping even lower, eyes burning into hers. "When I think about the fact that I’m going to fuck someone I’ve considered my mother my whole life."

"Someone who raised me, taught me everything I know, fed me her food, cleaned me up, held me in her hands since I was a baby...I can’t help but get so turned on by that."

"Turned on by the fact that I’m going to fuck my mom. Even though it’s so perverted...so wrong...I don’t know why that makes my cock throb harder. Makes me want to ruin you even more."

Yelena’s breath hitched, her pussy clenching around nothing as his words sank in. She felt the same twisted heat coiling in her belly, the forbidden thrill of it all and she decided to admit it as well

With a shy look on her face, she reached down, guiding his cock to rub against her entrance.

"Embarrassing as it is..." She whispered, voice soft and vulnerable. "I feel the same way."

"Even though it’s so wrong...Even though at first I thought it was so weird and strange...The thought of fucking my son...The same boy I raised."

"The same boy who was so afraid of the dark that I had to hold his hand and take him to the bathroom at night, singing lullabies to calm him."

"...It turns me on so much."

She said with adoration in her eyes before going on to sweetly say,

"It makes me love you even more...makes what’s going to happen feel so intense, so undeniable. I’m so turned on by that, Mika. So desperately turned on by fucking my own son."

Mika’s eyes narrowed, his cock twitching against her as he rubbed the tip against her hole.

"Really, Yelena?" He murmured, voice filthy and teasing, hips rocking to slide his length through her folds. "You’re really so excited by fucking your son? By letting the boy you nursed and bathed grow up to breed his mother’s pussy?"

"Just feel me, Mika." She gasped, guiding his hand down to her dripping entrance. "Feel how wet I am...how soaked for you."

Mika’s fingers dipped between them, stroking her folds, gathering her slickness.

"Yeah...it does feel so wet..." He echoed, thrusting his fingers slowly. "So ready...I can feel the wetness coming off you, Yelena...Your juices coating my cock...dripping for your baby boy..."

Yelena’s hips bucked up, chasing the friction.

"Exactly." She gasped, voice breaking. "That’s what I’m saying...so wet for you...I want you to fuck me, Mika. I want my baby boy to fuck me...breed me...fill me with your seed."

"I want my son to give me a child...a child I can raise properly this time, without these incestuous feelings tearing me apart. I want you to give me that child right now...make me yours completely."

Mika chuckled, hips pulling back slightly before pressing forward again.

"Well, a son’s duty is to follow his mother’s wishes." He whispered, voice thick with lust. "And if a mother wants her son’s child so badly then as a son..."

He positioned himself, the head pressing firmly against her virgin hole.

"...it’s my duty to fulfill her desires to give her everything she craves."

And with those final words—he slammed all the way in and buried himself to the hilt in one brutal thrust.

"Ahhhhh!♡~ M-Mika!♡~ Haah!♡~ Haaaah!♡~"

Yelena’s body arched off the bed, a raw moan ripping from her throat as her virgin walls stretched impossibly around his thickness.

Pain and pleasure exploded through her—the sharp burn of her hymen tearing, blood splattering onto the sheets in hot, crimson drops, mixing with her arousal.

But the fullness...oh god, the fullness...his cock was so deep, so thick, it kissed the entrance of her womb, pressing against it with every pulse.

"So thick...So big...Oh my baby boy’s cock is so big!♡~"

She screamed, voice breaking, body convulsing as an immediate orgasm crashed through her.

"Gloop!♡~ Drip!♡~ Splurt!♡~ Plop!♡~"

Her pussy squirted violently around him, gushing out in powerful arcs that soaked his balls and the bed beneath them, her walls spasming wildly.

Feeling her wetness against his thighs, Mika chuckled, holding still inside her as she milked him.

"Dirty little mother." He rasped, voice filthy with possession. "Such a dirty little slut...already coming from just one thrust? Who would’ve thought my mother was such a whore for her son’s cock?"

He leaned down, capturing her lips in a bruising kiss, swallowing her moans as he began to move—slow at first, pulling out to the tip before slamming back in, making her squirt again with the force.

"But still..." He whispered against her lips, eyes burning into hers. "I love you nonetheless, Yelena. Love you while I fuck you senseless."

He then started thrusting in earnest—hard, deep, relentless—

"Smack!♡~ Smack!♡~ Smack!♡~ Mmmm!♡~"

—each snap of his hips driving her into the mattress, her breasts bouncing wildly, blood and squirt mixing on the sheets.

And feeling the sheer pleasure and pain coursing through her body, Yelena’s nails trailed down his back, legs wrapping around his waist.

"Yes—Mika—fuck me—fuck your mother—breed me—give me your child—!"

She moaned like a animal in heat and in return, Mika’s pace turned savage and he fucked her like he owned her.

Because now, he did.