Chapter 527: We Need To Talk

At that moment, Nadia was mortified.

Even though Mika wasn’t really reacting much—just standing there, staring at her with that knowing smile—her heart was racing uncontrollably.

She felt as if she had been dropped into a nightmare scenario, the kind that woke you up in a cold sweat, except this was real.

This was happening!

Not only had she been touching herself right in front of her son, where he could see every single movement—

—her hands sliding up and down inside her underwear, her fingers pressing against her clit, her other hand twisting and pulling on her nipple.

But he had also heard her!

He had heard her calling out his name.

Her son had just witnessed his mother pleasuring herself while using him as reference material in her mind.

This was probably the worst thing she could have ever imagined.

Even someone as calm and composed as herself felt her emotions spiral uncontrollably.

The pressure built inside her chest, a familiar precursor to disaster.

The house began to tremble.

Rumble!

Mika noticed immediately. He waved his hand, and a shimmering barrier enveloped the room, then the house, then the surrounding property.

The barrier shattered once. He reinforced it. It shattered again. He reinforced it again.

Otherwise, he was sure the entire area would have been leveled. The devastation would have been catastrophic—not just the house, not just the neighborhood, but the whole city block.

That was how mortified Nadia was at that moment.

She honestly wanted to fly off to another dimension. She wanted to disappear, to never come back, to erase this moment from existence.

But she couldn’t.

She had to explain herself. She had to say something, anything to salvage this situation.

She scrambled forward, her voice desperate.

"M-Mika, hold on. Just listen! Just listen for a second! It’s not what you think. I—I actually—"

She froze.

What excuse could she possibly give?

Normally, she was a master negotiator, a diplomat who had faced down the most cunning politicians in the world.

She could weave lies with the best of them, twist perceptions, redirect blame.

But right now, her mind was completely blank.

What could she possibly say to excuse the act of touching herself while thinking of her son?

Her mouth opened and closed uselessly. Nothing came out. Just stammered fragments.

"Mika, no...wait...please don’t...it’s not what you think..."

No explanation followed. No clever deflection. No sophisticated lie.

She felt tears prick at her eyes. She blamed her own body—her treacherous, traitorous body that had taken over without her permission.

She couldn’t believe she had made such a stupid mistake, even knowing that Mika was in the bathroom just a few feet away.

But just as Nadia felt like she was about to tear up from the sheer weight of the shame, Mika suddenly made his move.

To her confusion and surprise, he didn’t look appalled.

He didn’t look disgusted. He didn’t even look particularly surprised.

Instead, he stared at her...and then a grin spread across his face.

But it wasn’t a friendly grin. It was something else.

Something with a slightly scary look in his eyes, as if he already had his own plans and she was simply part of them.

The moment Nadia saw that gaze, she shivered.

She had never seen it before today.

But on this day alone, she had already seen it multiple times—when he had kissed her in the sky, when he had fingered her in the barrier, when he had taken Cecilia right in front of her.

She tried to push herself back on the ground, to scramble away, to put distance between them.

"For a second—! No, Mika, don’t—please—"

But Mika was already moving. His expression left no doubt that he knew exactly what he was going to do.

"It’s alright, Nadia." He said, a friendly smile on his face.

He placed a hand on her shoulder—just rested it there, lightly, but somehow she couldn’t move.

It was as if an invisible force pinned her in place. She looked up at him like a frozen bunny caught in a trap, her eyes wide, her breath shallow.

He leaned down to her ear, his breath warm against her skin.

"If you really wanted to pleasure yourself so much while thinking about your own son..."

He whispered.

"...you could’ve just called me. The real deal. I would’ve helped you out."

The moment she heard those words, she knew. She knew what he was going to do.

Panic surged through her.

"Mika, don’t! Please, don’t do it!"

But he was already moving.

He spread her legs open wide, exposing her completely.

Her dress was already bunched around her waist from her earlier activities, and her thighs were slick and wet, glistening in the soft light.

Through her soaked underwear, he could see everything—the outline of her pussy, the way the fabric clung to her folds, how utterly drenched she was.

He didn’t hesitate.

He pushed aside her panties—just yanked them to the side and right before her eyes, slid two fingers straight into her.

Schlurk!

Her pink, tender flesh split apart as his fingers buried themselves deep inside her.

"Ohhhh—!" Nadia immediately let out a sharp, helpless whimper.

And then he started thrusting.

"Schlurp!♡~ Splish!♡~ Splat!♡~ Squish!♡~"

He fingered her like crazy, his fingers pumping in and out, making horrible wet noises—the sound of a half-filled ketchup bottle being shaken, of thick liquid being stirred. His fingers were completely enveloped in her love juices, coated in her arousal.

"Gloop!♡~ Drip!♡~ Splurt!♡~ Plop!♡~"

Nadia felt a jolt of overwhelming pleasure—a shockwave that sent goosebumps cascading across her entire body.

Her back arched. Her toes curled. Something was building deep inside her, something massive and unstoppable.

Despite everything, she looked at him with pleading eyes.

"Mika, don’t—! Please don’t—! I beg you—don’t do this—!"

She was being pleasured by her son. And this time, it wasn’t sneaky.

It wasn’t hidden behind barriers or under tables.

He was looking straight at her with a smile on his face, fingering her right in her own room, in her own house, with her legs spread wide for him.

The barriers around the house shattered. Again. And again. And again.

Mika kept putting them back up, his concentration never wavering, even as his fingers worked inside her.

"Mika—don’t—don’t—I beg you—don’t—"

He didn’t care.

"Come for me, Nadia."

His voice was low, commanding.

"Come for me. Come for your son!"

She couldn’t hold back any longer.

"Noooo!"

The scream tore from her throat, raw and desperate.

And along with it came the orgasm.

"I-I’m coming—! I’m coming—!"

It broke through her like a tidal wave, sweeping away every thought, every inhibition, every carefully constructed wall.

Not a little. Not a trickle.

A flood.

"Schlurp!♡~ Splish!♡~ Splat!♡~ Squish!♡~"

It felt like a waterfall had burst forth, splashing everywhere—over and over. The coffee table in front of her was drenched. The carpet beyond was soaked. The sofa beneath her was saturated.

Her body convulsed with each pulse, her hips bucking against his hand, her back arched, her head thrown back.

Her face was flushed, her lips parted, her eyes glazed with pleasure and shame and something else—something she didn’t want to name.

All she could do was look at her son with a limpid, flustered gaze.

He was looking at the mess she had made like it was his greatest achievement.

And despite everything, she couldn’t deny how amazing she felt.

The euphoria was overwhelming. The excitement was intoxicating.

In that moment, she even wanted to kiss him.

He noticed. Of course he noticed.

He leaned forward and took her lips with his own.

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

She didn’t resist. She couldn’t. She was too overwhelmed, too lost in the aftermath of her own release.

She let him play with her tongue, let him explore her mouth, let him kiss her like a lover instead of a son.

Mother and son kissed passionately while her pussy quivered from being finger-banged, still leaking liquid onto the ruined sofa.

The kiss lasted for what felt like an eternity.

When he finally pulled back, strings of saliva still connected their lips and she looked at him with a pitiful, exhausted gaze.

There was only one thing she could say.

"Mika..." Her voice was barely a whisper. "We need to talk...We need to talk right now."

The moment she said it, the playful look vanished from his face.

He straightened, his expression growing solemn.

"I know."

But then he gave a small smile as he said,

"You’ve been waiting all day, haven’t you?"

She was shocked. Not only did he already know she was going to have this talk, but he seemed as if he had been expecting it—waiting for it, even.

Before she could ask anything more, Mika stepped back.

"But first, let me put some clothes on before we talk about anything."

He glanced down at her exposed, dripping state and added with a teasing grin.

"I think you should change as well. I wouldn’t want to have this talk while you’re completely wet down there."

Nadia flushed even deeper and quickly covered herself, pulling her dress down, while Mika disappeared toward his room to change.

Left alone, Nadia sat there in stunned silence, trying to process everything.

Why had Mika suddenly been so bold?

Why had Mika ignored her earlier, only to show affection again, only to ignore her once more and then suddenly start fingering her like that?

Not to mention, this time there was no sneakiness.

This time he was direct. He was looking her in the eye, telling her to cum, fingering her with purpose.

He knew exactly what he was doing. He was treating her like a woman. Pleasuring her like a lover.

She couldn’t understand him at all.

But what she definitely knew was that this experience felt even better than the time Mika had secretly touched her back in the hall.

This time it was completely direct; she could literally see his dark eyes staring into hers while he drove her to an orgasm.

She had felt such an intense, overwhelming wave of love from him that it made her entire body quake.

For the first time, she fully understood why her best friend Korra had helplessly fallen for him.

But the absolute millisecond that thought crossed her mind, Nadia snapped.

She raised both hands and sharply slapped her own cheeks, scolding herself out loud.

"What on earth are you thinking, Nadia?! Stop it. This is completely useless, and it’s...it’s disgusting."

"You shouldn’t be having these thoughts!"

She shook her head and forced herself to her feet.

She needed to change. She needed to compose herself. She needed to look presentable for whatever conversation was about to happen.

She quickly hurried over to her own bedroom to change and picked out a new outfit.

A elegant white one-piece dress that beautifully hugged all the gorgeous curves of her mature body, leaving a wide expanse of her cleavage visible at the neckline.

Subconsciously, the choice of dress proved that despite everything, she truly wasn’t afraid of Mika or what he had just done to her.

After all, no woman would dress so loosely and confidently around a male she actually feared or hated.

It showed that deep down, she still loved her son very much—she was just incredibly confused by the whole thing and desperately wanted answers.

Determined to get those answers, she finally made her way back into the living room.

As she walked past the sofa, she saw the undeniable evidence of her massive orgasm splashed across the table and the carpet.

Seeing this her face burn with a new wave of embarrassment.

She quickly waved her hand, using her blessing to make all of her spilled love juices float up into the air in a large bubble, before sending it flying straight into the kitchen sink to wash away.

Finally, she walked over to the dining room table, pulling out a chair and sitting herself down.

Clasping her hands neatly on the surface, she braced herself, silently waiting for Mika to arrive so they could finally have the talk she so desperately needed.