SSS-Class MILFs And Their Yandere Daughters, I Want Them All!

Chapter 361: Let’s Use A Different Container

After that shared first taste, the restraint broke completely.

Anya dove in first—leaning to Fauna’s left breast with a soft, needy sound, lips sealing around the swollen nipple.

”Lick!♡~ Mmph!♡~ Ahh!♡~ Suck!♡~”

She didn’t bother with delicacy; she latched and pulled hard, cheeks hollowing as thick streams of warm milk flooded her mouth.

Mika mirrored her on the right side, more aggressive, teeth lightly scraping the areola before he sucked with force, swallowing in loud, greedy gulps.

”Mmm!♡~ Ahhh!♡~ Slurp!♡~ Nnn!♡~”

They also didn’t just suck but used the cup as well—refilling the tall glass in turns, sometimes passing it between them, sometimes drinking straight from the source until milk overflowed their lips and dripped down chins, necks, chests.

And Anya, who normally had the appetite of a bird, found herself ravenous in a way she couldn’t explain.

Each swallow made her feel smaller, softer, almost infantile again like she’d slipped backward through time to when this was the only nourishment she knew.

”Ahh!♡~ Suck!♡~ Mmph!♡~ Lick!♡~”

Creamy, sweet, impossibly rich.

She didn’t care that it was dribbling down her collarbone, soaking into her top, painting white trails across her skin.

She just kept drinking.

Mika, meanwhile, treated Fauna like livestock in the best possible way.

His hands worked her right breast with mechanical insistence—squeeze, tug, release, squeeze, tug—pulling the nipple out long and letting it snap back, milking her in long, forceful jets that filled the glass in seconds.

”Schlurp!♡~ Splish!♡~ Splat!♡~ Squish!♡~”

The motion wasn’t human anymore; it was primal, udder-like, and he reveled in it. Every time a fresh spurt hit the glass he let out a low, satisfied growl.

Meanwhile, the target of both of their affection—Fauna sat trapped between them, thighs trembling around Mika’s hips, trying desperately to swallow her own moans.

And she was happy—gods, she was happy watching her children drink from her with such obvious bliss.

But the longer they went without offering her even a sip, the more a pitiful ache built in her chest.

Finally she couldn’t take it anymore.

She tugged on Mika’s top with a small, sad whine.

”Mika...what about me?”

Both of them paused mid-pull, milk still beading at her nipples.

”I want to drink too.” Fauna whispered, eyes glistening. ”My milk...I want some too.”

”I used to drink it, you know. Back then, I already knew how good it tasted, so I used to treat it like a little midnight snack sometimes...just a few sips when I was alone in bed and the pressure got too much.”

Anya’s eyebrows shot up. ”Wait...how exactly did you do that? Breast pump? Squirt it into a glass?”

Fauna’s cheeks went nuclear. She fidgeted with her fingers, looking anywhere but at them.

”I-I had a breast pump for a while. It worked...but it was so tedious. All the parts, the cleaning, the noise...so sometimes, when I was lying in bed at night and they were so full they ached...”

She swallowed.

”...I would just lift one up to my mouth and...suck directly.”

The room went still.

Mika’s breathing audibly deepened. His erection jerked again, pressing insistently against her slick folds.

Anya on the other hand stared at her mother like she’d never seen her before.

”You breasts could...reach that far?” Anya whispered.

Fauna gave a tiny, embarrassed nod.

”They were...really big even back then. It wasn’t hard. I could lift one easily and...latch on.”

”Sometimes I even fell asleep like that, with my nipple still in my mouth, milk slowly leaking while I dreamed.”

Hearing they, Mika let out a low, guttural sound.

”Why don’t you show us?” He rasped. ”Right now. Use your own body. Show us how you used to drink yourself.”

Anya’s eyes also lit up with sudden, shameless curiosity.

”Please, Mom.” She added softly. ”I want to see. I want to watch you drink your own breast milk.”

Fauna’s face went scarlet.

Her children—her beautiful, grown, terrifying children were asking her to perform one of her most private, shameful habits right in front of them.

And yet...she couldn’t say no.

With trembling hands she lifted her right breast—the one Mika had been mauling—cupped it from underneath, and slowly brought the fat, leaking nipple toward her lips.

She hesitated for one heartbeat, glancing nervously between them, then parted her mouth and latched.

A soft, needy moan vibrated against her own flesh as she began to suck.

”Nnn!♡~ Suck!♡~ Ahh!♡~ Mmmph!♡~”

Her cheeks hollowed. Her tongue swirled. Her free hand massaged the underside, kneading in slow pulses to push more milk out.

White beads appeared at the corner of her mouth; she swallowed greedily, eyes fluttering closed, then opening again to find both Mika and Anya staring in rapt, hungry fascination.

She was drinking herself—literally feeding from her own body in a perfect, closed cycle.

Producing. Consuming. Producing again.

And witnessing this beautiful cycle, Mika couldn’t take it anymore.

He grabbed her left breast, positioned the empty glass beneath the nipple, and started milking her again—hard, fast squeezes that sent thick jets splashing into the cup.

”Gloop!♡~ Drip!♡~ Splurt!♡~ Plop!♡~

”You really are a slut, Fauna.” He said, voice thick with lust. ”Such a filthy little slut from head to toe.”

”After all, this wasn’t even something the procedure forced on you and you were already doing this. Drinking your own milk like a greedy little cow long before any of us got involved.”

”Only you. Only a dirty little mother like you could come up with something so adorable and so fucking naughty at the same time.”

He squeezed harder; another thick jet hit the glass before he turned to Anya without breaking rhythm.

”Isn’t that right, Anya? Your mother is a dirty little sow, isn’t she?”

Anya nodded vigorously, eyes glassy.

”I always thought she was the purest, most innocent soul in the entire world.”

”But today...everything changed.”

”I know now my mother is just as dirty as her daughter, maybe even dirtier. And it makes sense.”

”I always wondered why I’m so perverted, so filthy. Turns out it runs in the blood. We’re just a family of naughty little sluts.”

Fauna whimpered around her own nipple, pulling off with a wet gasp.

”No—Mika, no—come on—stop calling me a slut. I-I’m not a whore.” Her voice cracked, pleading. ”I’m a good, obedient mother. I did a good job raising you both. It’s not nice to call me that...”

Mika just smirked, switching hands so he could milk both breasts at once now—glass in one, direct sucking on the other.

”Wrong, Fauna.” He said casually. ”You are a slut. My slut to be exact and nothing can change that.”

Even though the words stung, even though a good son should never speak to his mother that way—

—Fauna’s thighs trembled, her pussy clenched around nothing, and a fresh gush of slick leaked out.

And unable to resist his words, she whispered, barely audible,

”I-I’m a slut...I’m my son’s slut...I’m a whore of a mother who’s even more naughty then her own daughter...”

Mika growled in approval, nuzzling her neck.

”Yes, Fauna. That’s exactly right. You’re my slut. My bitch of a mother. And right now...” He pulled back, eyes suddenly dark and dangerous. ”...I want that exact cow of a mother to do something special for me.”

Fauna’s breath hitched.

She saw the look in his eyes—filthy, plotting and knew whatever came next would be even worse.

”W-What do you want to do?” She asked, voice shaking.

Mika pulled her closer, hands sliding down her ribs, over her hips.

”The thing is, I’m tired of just sucking your nipples and drinking from the source like a good boy.”

”And right now...” He looked at her with an intense gaze. ”...I want to fill your milk into a completely different container and drink it from there.”

Fauna swallowed hard.

”What...What container are you talking about? A bottle? A flask? Maybe a shot glass?”

Mika’s smile turned evil.

”No, Fauna. Nothing as boring as that.”

His hands kept sliding lower—grabbing her thighs, spreading them wider—until his fingers hooked into the soaked fabric of her underwear.

With one sharp yank he tore it away.

Fauna gasped, but before she could protest, two thick fingers plunged straight into her dripping pussy—curling, stretching, claiming.

”This one.” He growled, pumping slowly. ”This tight, hot, fuckable little pussy. I’m going to fill it up with your milk...”

”...and then I’m going to slurp it all back out.”

Hearing this horrifyingly lewd suggestion, Fauna’s entire body shuddered violently.

Her head fell back against his shoulder, a broken moan escaping her throat, all the while Mika just grinned wider.

”Hold still, Fauna. We’re going to fill the best container around, after all...”

”...what other space is better then the womb that held your very daughter?”