Chapter 343: Naughty Kiss

But before Fauna could descend and take him into her mouth again, Mika’s hands shot out, gripping her shoulders and pulling her back up.

"Wait—hold on, Fauna." He said, before giving her a small, knowing smile. "It’s time to move on to the next step."

Fauna tilted her head, curiosity mixing with the lingering hunger in her expression.

"The next step?"

Mika nodded slowly.

"The extract...it’s already inside your body now. It should have started neutralizing and re-engineering itself by this point. The prescription said it would transform inside you, turn into something that can destroy the substance still inside me."

"So right now...we need to transfer it. From your body to mine. That means..."

He gave her a small, almost apologetic smile.

"...no more sucking my cock. Not for this round, anyway."

The words hit her like cold water.

Fauna’s face fell instantly, disappointment crashing over her features so openly it was almost comical.

Her lower lip trembled. Her eyes flicked down to his still-hard cock and she looked...heartbroken.

Like someone had snatched away her favorite dessert just as she was about to take the first bite.

Mika couldn’t help it—he smiled fondly, eyes crinkling at the corners.

"Did you really want to suck my cock that much?" He teased gently. "You look like a kicked puppy in the rain. Like I just told you that you can’t have your treat anymore."

Fauna’s cheeks flared. She looked away quickly, fingers twisting in her lap.

"I-I mean...it’s not like that." She mumbled, voice small. "I just...I got used to it. And now you’re telling me to stop...it feels...kind of sad."

Her gaze drifted back to his cock—lingering, wistful.

It looked so...lonely, suddenly.

Like it needed comfort.

Like she needed to comfort it.

Mika reached out and petted the top of her head, fingers threading through her golden hair.

"It’s alright." He murmured soothingly. "It’s alright. I’ll let you suck it again later, okay?"

"But for now...we’re going to do something you might like even more."

Fauna’s head snapped up, eyes brightening with instant curiosity.

"Really?" She breathed. "What are we going to do next, Mika? What’s the next step?"

Mika’s hands slid up, cupping her face tenderly. His thumbs brushed along the curve of her lower lip as he looked deep into her eyes.

"We’re going to kiss now."

He said, voice dropping to something darker, more intimate.

"A dirty...messy...sexy kiss. Between mother and son. Right on your lips."

Fauna’s breath hitched. Her whole face flushed anew, heat crawling up her neck.

"For now..." Mika continued. "...this is the most ideal way to transfer the extract from your body to mine. Mouth to mouth. Saliva to saliva."

He paused, studying her reaction, then tilted his head slightly.

"Or...we could wait a little longer. Let the substance inside you finish changing completely. What do you think?"

"No, Mika—no need to wait." She said, voice breathy. "I can already feel it. There’s this...warm sensation spreading inside me. Like it’s moving, changing on its own."

"...I think it’s ready."

Her gaze then dropped to his lips—thinner, paler than hers, yet suddenly so tempting.

She swallowed hard, the feelings surging inside her chest making her dizzy.

Mika noticed the way she stared.

"But at the same time..." He murmured. "...do you want to kiss me? Or would you prefer something else?"

His hand slid lower—down her waist, over her hip until his fingers dipped beneath the waistband of her skirt, brushing the soaked fabric of her panties.

"There are a few more options to transfer the extract into my body."

He continued, voice husky.

"For example..."

His fingers slipped beneath the cloth—stroking her dripping folds, circling her swollen clit with slow pressure.

"I could go down on you right now." He whispered. "Bury my face between your legs...lick up every drop of that sweet juice pouring out of you...drink it all straight from your pussy."

He pushed one finger slowly inside her and Fauna gasped—back arching, hips jerking forward into his hand.

The thought of him drinking from her, lapping at the taboo liquid her body produced because of him—sent a fresh wave of mortified heat crashing through her.

"N-No!" She squeaked, yanking his hand. "There’s no need! You won’t get much from down there! It’s...It’s not that much anyway! And...And I think we should stick to kissing! Just kissing! Nothing else!"

Mika pulled his glistening fingers free and, without warning, brought them to her lips.

"Shame." He said softly, pushing the slick digits into her mouth. "Because it probably tastes really good."

Fauna’s eyes went wide as saucers.

Her tongue instinctively curled around his fingers, tasting herself.

Salty-sweet, musky, forbidden and a helpless whimper escaped her throat.

Her whole body felt like it was on fire. She started fanning herself with one hand, cheeks flaming.

Mika watched her reaction with dark amusement.

"H-How can you be so innocent and so naughty at the same time, Mika?"

Fauna muttered under her breath, half to herself.

But Mika didn’t answer and instead suddenly grabbed her waist and pulled her forward.

He settled her onto his lap as he sat cross-legged on the bed, their bodies pressed flush together—her breasts against his chest, her thighs straddling his hips, his erection trapped hot and heavy between them.

He looked straight into her eyes, calm but intense.

"So...What do we do right now?" He asked. "Do you want a kiss? Or rather the question should be how should we kiss?"

His voice dropped lower.

"Option one: we do it methodically. Practical. Lips to lips. You send your saliva into my mouth carrying the converted extract and I drink it down."

"Gravity does the work. It’s clean and efficient."

He pulled her closer until their foreheads touched.

"Or option two..." His voice turned velvet. "...I kiss you the way I’d kiss a lover. Deep. Passionate. Tongue in your mouth—pulling yours, playing with it, tasting every inch of you."

"The most romantic, filthy kiss possible."

Goosebumps erupted across Fauna’s skin.

The mere thought of it of her son kissing her like a lover made her shiver.

Mika’s lips brushed hers, barely a touch as he whispered,

"It’s your choice."

Fauna’s breath came in shallow pants.

She looked at him—shy, trembling.

"Is...Is that romantic kiss very naughty, Mika?" She asked softly. "Is it...not a little bit wholesome, at least?"

Mika shook his head slowly.

"No, Fauna." He murmured. "Very. Very naughty."

He lifted two fingers and gently pushed them back into her mouth, rubbing along the soft surface of her tongue.

"You see this tongue here?" He murmured. "I’ll be pulling on yours...sucking it...playing with it inside my mouth. My tongue will chase yours, tangle with it, drag it into me."

"It will be extremely erotic. Something a mother and son should never, ever do."

He withdrew his fingers slowly, letting a thin string of saliva connect them for a heartbeat before it broke.

"Do you want that right now?"

Fauna stared at him, eyes huge, thoughts clearly racing behind them. Her hands fidgeted against his shoulders.

Finally, she lifted her gaze—shy, but determined.

"I want it, Mika." She whispered. "I want you to kiss me...in that romantic way."

Then she quickly looked away, flustered.

"But don’t misunderstand me!" She added in a rush. "It’s not because I want...some passionate moment with you or anything like that!"

"It’s just...I’ve seen it in movies, in TV shows. The way lovers kiss. Deep and wild and...with tongues. I’ve never had that."

"Of course I’ve gotten kisses from you, from Anya, from everyone in the family—but those are sweet. Wholesome. Loving."

"But a kiss like this...where we do naughty things with our tongues together...I want to experience that too. Just once."

She peeked up at him nervously.

"Is...Is that too much to ask?"

Mika chuckled, low and warm. His hands slid down to grope her hips possessively.

"Not at all, Fauna. Anything for my sweet, precious Mother."

He raised a teasing brow.

"I’m just surprised. I wasn’t expecting my mother to be this naughty...wanting to do something so filthy with her own son."

Fauna pouted, cheeks puffing out.

"I mean, if you’re that curious about these things." He continued. "You could always find another man—"

Fauna’s eyes flashed with anger and panic.

"No, Mika—no! Never!" She cried, throwing her arms around him and hugging him fiercely. "I will never have another man in my life! The only man in my life I love is you—and you only!"

She buried her face against his neck.

"I need my son. Not anyone else. If I’m going to do anything naughty...it’s only going to be with you. No one else."

Mika went still for a heartbeat—genuinely surprised.

Then a slow, satisfied smile spread across his face.

"Oh?" He murmured. "So you’re suddenly looking at your son like a man...not just a boy anymore?"

Fauna froze, realizing what she’d admitted. She started to stammer.

"I—I mean—what I’m saying is—"

But she gave up, shoulders sagging as she gave him a sheepish smile.

"O-Of course, Mika." She said softly. "After what just happened...after I was sucking something so massive..."

Her hand drifted down, fingers gently wrapping around his shaft again, stroking once, twice.

"How could I not see you as a man?"

She hurried to add, "But of course I still see you as my son too! Always."

"It’s just...before, I saw you as my little boy. The one I could carry around, cuddle, protect. And now...God, look at you. You’re completely different. My big boy has grown up into a big, strong man."

Mika’s gaze darkened with heat and affection.

"Then..." He whispered, tilting her chin up so their lips were only a breath apart. "Let me show my sweet, naughty mother exactly how a man kisses the woman he wants."

And then without any word—Mika pushed his lips against hers and pushed his tongue deep into his mother’s mouth.