Chapter 362: Fill Her Tank Up

Fauna’s eyes went wide with pure, unfiltered horror.

The suggestion hit her like a slap.

Everything up to this point—the sucking, the milking, the degradation, the taboo kisses—had already pushed her far beyond what she thought she could accept.

She’d rationalized it, melted into it, convinced herself it was ’for Mika’s sake.’

But this?

Filling her pussy—her womb with her own breast milk?

Then drinking it back out of her like some obscene fountain?

Her mind blanked. She couldn’t even picture it without her stomach twisting in mortified panic.

She threw both hands up instinctively, trying to push him away while scooting backward on the sofa.

"Mika—no. No, definitely not that." Her voice cracked. "This is too much. Even for me. I don’t—I don’t even know how that would work."

"Please, just...let this go. Please."

She tried to twist free, legs kicking weakly.

But before she could gain even an inch of distance, Mika’s hands clamped around her thighs and to her surprise, he yanked her legs upward and hooked them over his broad shoulders.

Her entire lower body lifted off his lap; her dripping pussy ended up hovering directly in front of his face while her head and shoulders dangled backward near his knees—hair spilling everywhere, breasts hanging heavily toward her own face in this obscene, upside-down position.

It was the perfect angle for him to devour her or fill her. Or both.

"Mika—stop! Stop it! You can’t do this to your mother!"

Fauna squealed, arms flailing, trying to grab anything for leverage.

"This is bullying! This is absolute bullying! I didn’t raise you to be a bully like this!"

But Mika just shook his head slowly, expression almost regretful, but not quite.

"I’m sorry, Fauna. Some things just have to be done. No matter what."

He leaned in closer, breath ghosting over her soaked folds.

"Not to mention...this will be good for me too."

"If I pour your milk inside your pussy—let it mix with all that sweet love juice you’re leaking right now—then I’ll be getting double the potency of the serum."

"Two bodily fluids combining? That’s probably going to hit even harder than drinking it straight. This might actually work better."

Fauna’s voice pitched higher in disbelief.

"That’s ridiculous! It won’t work like that! You’re just making things up now—!"

Mika ignored her completely and turned his head toward Anya, eyes gleaming.

"Anya. I need your help right now."

Anya blinked, startled out of her own aroused daze.

"I need you to take your mother’s bountiful breasts...push those fat, leaking nipples right up against her pussy...and start milking her."

"I want her cunt filled to the brim."

Even someone as extreme and shameless as her—someone who had done countless depraved things with Mika over the years—felt her stomach flip at the sheer audacity of the request.

This wasn’t just kinky.

This was bizarre. Taboo on top of taboo.

Her own mother’s nipples...inside her own pussy...being milked like some obscene fountain.

And yet.

Seeing Fauna’s helpless writhing body, hearing her pitiful protests, watching the way Mika’s cock throbbed visibly between Fauna’s thighs—

—something hot and vulgar ignited deep in Anya’s body.

A slow, sultry smile spread across her face.

"Of course, Mika." She purred. "Anything you wish."

She scooted closer, one hand gently petting Fauna’s dangling hair like she was soothing a frightened animal.

"It’s alright, Mom. It’s all for Mika’s sake. Just relax."

Fauna whimpered. "Anya—no—please don’t—"

But Anya was already moving, as she gathered both of Fauna’s heavy, milk-swollen breasts—lifting them carefully, marveling at how taut and full they felt and guided them upward.

Fauna’s flexibility also made it possible; her spine arched in a perfect, almost painful curve, bringing her own nipples dangerously close to her exposed entrance.

Anya then pinched one leaking nipple between thumb and forefinger, already slick with cream, and pressed it firmly against the tight, quivering slit.

Fauna jolted violently.

"Stop—stop it! That tickles—that tickles so much—! It’s too much—!"

The sensation was overwhelming: her own nipple brushing against her most sensitive folds, the warm drip of milk already starting to coat her entrance.

Both her nipples and her pussy clenched in tandem, quivering from the dual stimulation.

But Anya on the other hand was facing another problem, as she frowned slightly and said,

"Mika...I need you to open her up wider. She’s trying to clench shut on her own. I can’t get it inside if she keeps closing."

Mika didn’t hesitate.

Both hands moved to Fauna’s pussy lips—thumbs hooking into the slick, swollen flesh and spreading her wide open.

The inner pink was revealed completely: glistening, pulsing, the tiny urethral opening above the much larger, hungry entrance that had already taken so much from him tonight.

Anya didn’t wait any longer as she pushed forward—guiding the thick, puffy nipple past the spread lips and straight into the tight channel.

Slurck!

Fauna’s entire body arched off the sofa with a broken cry.

"Oh no—oh Anya—not there—not there! That’s so wrong—so wrong—!"

Anya ignored the protest and instead she squeezed the breast in both hands and a thick, hot jet of milk squirted directly into Fauna’s pussy.

Squirt!

Fauna convulsed.

"Oh God—oh God—it’s so hot—so hot—it’s going inside me—!"

Anya squeezed again.

Another powerful spurt.

Fauna’s thighs trembled violently around Mika’s neck; her dangling head thrashed from side to side.

"No—no Anya—you can’t—you can’t do this—you’re not supposed to—!"

But Anya kept going—alternating breasts now, pushing one nipple in deep, milking it dry, then switching to the other.

Squirt! Splurt! Squeeze!

Each squeeze sent fresh spurts deep inside Fauna’s pussy, all the while Mika watched every drop disappear inside her, eyes wide with awe.

"Damn, I honestly didn’t expect this to work so perfectly. I thought it would just leak right back out the second we stopped squeezing."

Anya chuckled softly, never breaking rhythm as she said,

"What you’re saying is absolutely right, Mika. Mom’s pussy is so tight and clenching on its own. But right now..."

She closed her eyes briefly, a faint blue glow flickering behind her lids as she channeled her blessing.

"...I’m adjusting her body. Keeping the entrance spread, relaxing the inner walls just enough so everything stays in. No waste."

Mika stared at her in open admiration.

"Anya...you’re thinking three steps ahead of me. Doing things I didn’t even have to ask for."

Anya’s smile turned smug and loving at once.

"Of course, Mika. This is exactly why I told you I was the better partner than Mom. I can do things she could never— ven dream of doing."

She then kept milking—slow, rhythmic squeezes—alternating breasts so both nipples fed the hungry hole below.

Meanwhile, Fauna could only moan—helpless, upside-down, body trembling.

She felt utterly degraded: bent into this obscene position, breasts used as living hoses, her own children turning her womb into a container for her milk.

She was nothing but a toy right now, a warm, leaking vessel for their pleasure.

And yet—

Her pussy kept fluttering. Kept leaking.

Along with the milk, her own slick arousal began to mix—glistening, dripping down her folds, coating Anya’s fingers.

Mika noticed immediately and he laughed.

"Wow, Fauna...here you are protesting, saying you don’t want this, saying you hate it...but look at you. Getting wetter and wetter. Your love juices are mixing with the milk right now. I didn’t expect that."

He leaned in closer, dragging his tongue once along her clit—just enough to make her buck.

"But honestly? I should’ve expected it. You’re one hell of a naughty mother, aren’t you?"

Fauna’s voice was broken, trembling, barely audible as she said,

"I...I’m not...I’m not supposed to like this...it’s wrong...so wrong..."

But her hips rolled helplessly upward, seeking more.

"Keep telling yourself that, Mom." Anya giggled softly while squeezing again. "Your pussy’s telling a different story."

"Don’t worry, Fauna..."

Mika pressed a slow, open-mouthed kiss to the inside of her thigh.

"...you’re almost full."

"Then I get to drink it all back out of you...straight from the source."

Fauna’s only response was a long, helpless moan as another thick spurt of her own milk flooded deep inside her.