Chapter 346: Lust-filled Animals

After the initial frantic exchange of fluids, the barrier between them shattered completely.

What had started as a clinical procedure dissolved into something primal, animalistic.

Lust consumed them both like wildfire.

They turned into creatures of pure need, licking, sucking, devouring each other as though the world might end the moment they stopped.

Fauna no longer held back.

All shame, all hesitation, all pretense of professionalism vanished. She worshipped his cock like it was the single most precious thing in existence—her new favorite obsession in the entire world.

She had meant it when she said she could improve.

The clumsy licks from the very beginning were gone.

Now she delivered full, nasty, deep-throated blowjobs that made Mika’s entire length disappear into her mouth.

She would take him all the way to the root—nose buried in his pubic hair, throat convulsing around him—then slowly drag herself back up, lips sealed tight, tongue swirling over every vein and ridge, only to slam back down again with wet, obscene sounds that filled the room.

Every few minutes she would also pull off completely, gasping for air.

She would look up at him with wide, earnest eyes.

"Are you feeling okay, Mika?" She asked breathlessly, voice hoarse from use. "Does it feel good?"

"Tell me...I want to make sure you’re enjoying this. I’m trying really hard to get better...to prove I can do this better than anyone."

But Mika’s face remained infuriatingly calm—lips curved in that faint, knowing smile, eyes half-lidded with lazy pleasure.

He never gave her the desperate praise she craved.

He simply watched, letting her work herself into a frenzy.

And that only fueled her more.

She spat messily onto his shaft, watching the saliva drip down the length before smearing it with her palm.

"Lick!♡~ Mmph!♡~ Ahh!♡~ Suck!♡~"

She pushed the tip of her tongue under his foreskin, swirling it around the sensitive head, teasing the slit, tasting every inch like a woman starved.

Then she dove back down, hollowing her cheeks, sucking with filthy determination.

"Mmm!♡~ Ahhh!♡~ Slurp!♡~ Nnn!♡~"

Shockingly—even mid-blowjob—she reached for her phone with one trembling hand, unlocked it, and started frantically searching ’advanced blowjob techniques’ and ’how to deepthroat better.’

She skimmed articles, watched silent technique videos with the sound off, then immediately tried to apply what she’d learned.

And she improved. Visibly. Every second.

She traced every pulsing vein with the flat of her tongue. She bobbed faster, slower, varied the pressure, hollowed her cheeks harder.

She hummed around him, sending vibrations straight up his spine and her eyes sparkled with joy the entire time—like sucking her son’s cock was bringing her pure, unfiltered happiness.

"Ahh!♡~ Suck!♡~ Mmph!♡~ Lick!♡~"

She could have stayed there forever. Forgotten she was ever a doctor. Forgotten everything except the taste, the weight, the heat of him filling her mouth.

And when he finally came again, she was ready.

She forced him deep—deeper than before—until her throat spasmed and tears pricked her eyes.

Her body twitched violently, gagging softly around his girth, but she refused to pull back.

She wanted every drop to go straight down her throat.

Not a single wasted spurt.

Mika on the other hand groaned, utterly entranced by the sight: tiny, delicate Fauna struggling to take something so massive, cheeks flushed, eyes watering, body shaking with the effort—and still refusing to let go.

The eroticism of it alone nearly made him come a second time before the first had even finished.

When he finally softened slightly in her mouth, she pulled back slowly, lips shiny, throat working as she swallowed the last traces.

Then—without missing a beat—she grabbed the bottle of mouthwash she had.

Not for herself. She adored the taste of him—thick, salty, addictive. She was already hopelessly hooked.

No—she swished quickly for his sake.

So their kisses wouldn’t carry the lingering flavor when she inevitably attacked his mouth again.

The moment the sharp mint cleared her tongue, she launched herself at him.

She climbed into his lap, straddled him, and kissed him like a woman who had discovered kissing for the very first time and could never get enough.

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

Aggressive. Needy. Desperate.

She licked into his mouth, sucked on his tongue, whimpered against his lips like a needy puppy.

Mika let her have her moment—let her think she could dominate. He opened for her, drank her saliva greedily, played with her little tongue.

But the second she tried to take real control—angling his head, deepening the kiss with force—he moved.

One smooth thrust of his body and he had her pinned beneath him, wrists captured above her head, his weight pressing her into the mattress.

She squeaked in frustration, squirming, but the fight left her almost instantly.

She melted.

Because she realized the truth in that moment: competing with Anya was one thing.

But competing with Mika himself? Trying to dominate him?

Impossible.

And—god help her—she didn’t even want to win.

She loved how small he made her feel. Loved how completely he took charge. Loved the way he owned her mouth, her body, her will.

So she surrendered happily.

And the cycle began.

Suck his cock until he came down her throat.

"Nnn!♡~ Suck!♡~ Ahh!♡~ Mmmph!♡~"

Kiss him until they were both dizzy.

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

Suck him again.

"Mmph!♡~ Mmm!♡~ Slurp!♡~ Ahhh!♡~"

Kiss him again.

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

Over and over.

Hours passed without them noticing.

The room also grew hot, humid, thick with the scent of sweat and sex.

Clothes became unbearable, so Fauna stripped everything off without ceremony, tossing her dress and underwear aside until she was bare.

Mika followed suit.

Now she lay flat on her back, legs spread, arms and legs wrapped tightly around him as he hovered above her. Her naked breasts pressed flush to his chest, nipples hard against his skin.

His hands roamed freely—kneading, groping, pinching—while their mouths fused in another endless, sloppy kiss.

They didn’t look like mother and son anymore.

They looked like lovers—starving, passionate, on the razor’s edge of fucking each other senseless after hours of torturous foreplay.

Fauna’s eyes were glassy, dreamy, lost in bliss.

That is—until her phone rang.

The sharp trill cut through the haze.

At first she ignored it, tightening her legs around his waist, kissing him harder.

But then she recognized the ringtone.

Her entire body stiffened.

She pushed at Mika’s shoulders with sudden urgency.

"Hold on—Mika, wait." She panted. "I have to answer that."

"Do you really have to?" He frowned, leaning down to steal another kiss. "We can just ignore it and keep going..."

She stopped him with a hand over his mouth, giving him an embarrassed, apologetic smile.

"I’m sorry, Mika...it’s someone I can’t ignore."

She hesitated, then whispered,

"It’s Anya. She’s probably worried. I told her I’d be home early, and now it’s...really late. I don’t want her to panic. Just give me a second, okay? I’ll answer, and then we can continue. I promise."

Mika sighed dramatically but didn’t argue.

Instead of stopping, though—he simply slid lower.

His mouth found her breasts.

He latched onto one nipple, sucking hard, then switched to the other, tongue flicking, teeth grazing just enough to make her gasp.

Fauna bit her lip, half-laughing, half-moaning.

"You’re so impatient, Mika." She whispered fondly, threading her fingers through his hair and pressing his face deeper into her chest, encouraging him to keep going.

Still cradling his head to her breast, she reached sideways, fumbled for the phone on the machine, and finally brought it to her ear.

"Hello..."

Anya’s cool, stern voice came through the speaker the instant Fauna answered, cutting straight through the humid haze of the room.

"Mom, how many times do I have to tell you?!"

"I don’t care if you’re late or not. Of course you can be late for many nights—you’re a doctor, I know what you deal with."

"But what I do want is you to give me a call. Tell me you’re going to be late or else I’ll be worrying about you getting kidnapped off the street or something."

"Like really. You’re supposed to be the mom here." She shook her head on the other end. "You’re the one who’s supposed to be asking me these questions when I go out..."

"...but here I am doing your job for you."

Fauna pouted instinctively, even as a fresh wave of pleasure shot through her from the way Mika’s mouth tugged insistently on one nipple while his fingers rolled the other.

"Heyyy, that’s not nice, Anya."

She protested, voice a little too breathy to sound convincingly stern.

"Sure, I may be a little ditzy and clumsy at times, but there’s no way in hell I’d actually get kidnapped. After all, I’m one of the strongest beings in the entire world."

"You underestimate your mother way too much."

Anya let out a dry, sarcastic chuckle.

"Sure, sure. But I’m pretty sure if someone opened the back of a van and it was full of puppies and kittens, you wouldn’t hesitate to jump right in."

Fauna’s eyes lit up before she could stop herself.

"Puppies and kittens? Really? Puppies and kittens in a van?" She repeated dreamily, already half-lost in the mental image.

"See?" Anya groaned loudly. "This is exactly what I’m talking about. You’re hopeless."

"Anyway..." She sighed, the sound fond despite the exasperation. "What exactly are you doing right now? It’s already past midnight and you still haven’t come home."

Fauna blinked, startled. She glanced at the digital clock on the nightstand.

Midnight.

It really was so late.

She couldn’t believe it. Hours had slipped away in a haze of wet mouths, throbbing flesh, desperate kisses, and the endless cycle of sucking and swallowing.

It hadn’t felt like hours at all—it had felt like minutes.

Beautiful, filthy, addictive minutes.