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

Chapter 667: Rainbow Bush Vs Bare Peach

“Mmmmph! Guhhh—” Fauna gagged instantly, throat bulging around him.

He’d bottomed her pussy minutes ago and now he was bottoming her throat, salty and musky and huge on her tongue. Her eyes watered, hands clawing at his thighs.

“Take it, Fauna. Take your son’s cock deep.” Mika groaned, hips rolling.

He fucked her face in slow, deep strokes, each one making her throat click.

“Guhk…guhhk… That’s it. You know what happens when I throat-fuck you like this.”

She was pinned, impaled, her throat working convulsively around him while tears streamed sideways into her hair. And below—below—

Oh.

Below, her pussy yawned open wide. Wider than Anya’s fingers had managed.

The muscles she’d been clenching so desperately simply…let go, slack and yielding, and a thick rush of semen spilled out onto Anya’s waiting tongue.

“There it is.” Mika said, watching her eyes glaze over. “See? I told you. Every time I get deep in your throat, this hole opens right up. Every single time!”

He thrust harder, and she gagged beautifully around him.

“I’ve spent enough time inside this body to know all its little secrets. How you like it slow at first and then rough. How you come hardest when you’re choking. How your cunt spreads itself open like a whore the second your mouth is full.”

Anya laughed softly against her mother’s thigh. “It’s working. She’s gushing, Mika! It’s all coming out now—yours, and hers, and the blood too!”

“Good girl.” Mika said, and it wasn’t clear which of them he meant.

Fauna’s vision swam. She was being split from both ends—

Her son’s cock ramming her throat.

Her daughter’s tongue buried in her cunt.

—and somewhere in the drowning haze of it, her body had stopped fighting entirely.

Her hips rolled in slow, greedy circles against Anya’s face. Her throat relaxed and took him deeper.

“Her lips are so thick, Mika.” Anya pulled back, gasping, chin dripping. “Swollen. They wrap around my tongue like they’re kissing back.”

She dipped lower, nuzzling, then found the small, pebbled bud at the top and drew it between her lips.

“And her clit is tiny. Cute. Barely there at all.” She sucked it gently. “I wonder what happens if I—”

“Ahhhh—! Noo—not there—!” Fauna convulsed.

Her whole body seized, jerking so violently she nearly threw Mika off, and she let out a hard, spurting orgasm that sprayed clear fluid all over Anya’s face and chest.

“NNNNGGHH—AAAAAA!”

“Mother!” Anya cried out, sputtering but laughing, wiping her eyes. “You got me all wet!”

Mika chose that moment to pull his slick cock from Fauna’s mouth with a wet pop.

“Gwark—! Cough—! Cough—! Ahhhh—!”

Fauna collapsed, coughing and gasping for air, her chest heaving. When she could finally speak, it was a weak, hoarse complaint.

“You…You bully…You terrible, awful boy…choking your own mother like that…”

Anya crawled up, licking her lips clean.

“And you, Mother, squirting all over your own daughter. How shameless!”

“You started it!” Fauna retorted.

“I was following orders.” Anya shot back, a smirk on her face before deciding to tease her adorable mother even more by adding,

“And you don’t have any hair down there, do you?”

Fauna’s entire body went rigid. “A-Anya.”

“I’m just observing. You’re completely bare. Smooth as a—”

“Don’t you dare finish that sentence.”

“—as a peeled egg.” Anya finished serenely. “I’ve never seen anything like it. Not a single strand. Did you shave it? Wax it? Or did it just—”

“Stop!” Fauna’s face had gone scarlet all the way to her ears, and she tried to roll away, but Mika’s arm held her in place. “It’s—I’ve always been like that, all right?! It just never grew! I’ve been self-conscious about it my whole life, so if you could kindly—”

“Oh, it’s adorable.” Anya said, grinning now. “You look like a little girl down there. It’s honestly a bit—”

“Anya!”

Mika was laughing silently against Fauna’s shoulder, shoulders shaking, and she twisted to smack his chest.

“You’re not helping!”

“What can I say?! If you want I can cut some hair on top of your head and stick it below.”

“Mika, you—”

Fauna huffed, then her eyes narrowed and she propped herself up on one elbow, glaring down at her daughter with the specific expression of a woman who had just remembered she had ammunition.

“Fine. Fine. You want to talk about what things look like down there?” She pointed. “What about you, Anya? You look like a rainbow! Like someone spilled a paint set and just left it.”

Anya’s grin flickered. “That’s—it’s called aesthetic—”

“It’s called a lot of colors, sweetheart. There’s pink, and there’s—is that purple? Why is there purple? What are you even doing down there—”

“It’s a gradient, Mother, it’s artistic—”

“It looks like a bruise that got ambitious—”

“Well, you have the genitals of a doll—”

“You have the genitals of a sunset—”

“Oh, that’s rich coming from—”

Mika watched this fight that was happening right above him for about four seconds, deeply entertained, and then reached out and caught both of them by the wrist and pulled.

“Ahh Mika—!”

“Woah—!”

Both of them tumbled down onto either side of him with matching yelps, landing chest-down against the mattress, faces level with his, breathless and blinking.

“Instead of using those mouths to fight each other.” Mika chuckled. “Why don’t you use them for something else?”

And he stuck out his tongue.

Silence.

Fauna stared at it. Anya stared at it. They looked at each other—one long, loaded look, the kind that passed between two people who had already crossed every line in the book and were now genuinely wondering whether there was a line left.

‘This is wrong.’ Fauna thought. ‘This is my son. This is my daughter. This is the three of us, together, and there is no version of this that is anything but monstrous.’

Her tongue slid out of her mouth anyway.

So did Anya’s.

And then all three of them leaned in at once.

“Mmm!♡~ Mmm!♡~ Kiss!♡~ Mmm!♡~ Slurp!♡~”

The first contact was a shock—three tongues meeting in open air, warm and wet and hesitant, none of them quite sure who was supposed to go where.

Then Mika took charge.

His tongue pushed forward, sliding over Fauna’s, then over Anya’s, dragging across both of them in long slow strokes, and the hesitation just dissolved.

“Kiss!♡~ Kiss!♡~ Mwah!♡~ Kiss!♡~ Nibble!♡~”

Fauna’s mouth opened wider. Anya’s did too. And then they were kissing, all three of them, tongues curling and twisting and slipping into each other’s mouths in a rhythm that had no name.

Mika’s tongue pushed past Fauna’s lips and she sucked it in greedily, moaning around it.

And then he pulled back and Anya’s tongue followed, chasing him.

But Fauna and Anya met instead, mother and daughter, tongues sliding slick against each other while Mika watched with dark satisfaction.

“Smooch!♡~ Smooch!♡~ Kiss!♡~ Smooch!♡~”

Saliva gathered and dripped. Fauna felt it run down her chin and didn’t wipe it.

She couldn’t believe she was doing this. Kissing her own son and daughter at the same time, mouths open, tongues tangled, spit shared between three people who shared blood.

The wrongness of it sat in her chest like a stone.

And underneath the stone, her hips had started to move.

She didn’t even realize she was doing it at first—just a slow, unconscious grind, her pussy dragging slick along Mika’s thigh, finding the friction she needed.

Anya was doing it too, on his other side, both of them riding his legs like he was a thing to be used.

Mika broke the kiss just to breathe, and—SMACK!—his palm cracked across Fauna’s ass, hard enough to sting.

“You’re both mine.” He said roughly. “Say it.”

Fauna gasped, hips stuttering. “Yours—”

SMACK! His other hand landed on Anya.

“Yours…” Anya breathed, without hesitation.

“Again. Both of you.”

Fauna pulled back just far enough to speak, eyes half-lidded, lips swollen and shining.

“Yours, Mika.” She said it like a prayer. “My pussy is yours! My mouth is yours! My milk is yours! Everything I am is yours!”

“And if you ever tried to give me back I would—I would break, Mika, I would just—”

SMACK! Her ass stung and she moaned.

Anya was already talking over her, breathless, hips working against his thigh.

“Mine too! A-All of it! My mouth, my hands, my cunt, my—” She laughed, a little unsteady. “—my rainbow, all of it’s yours, Mika? I’ve never belonged to anyone. I’ve never wanted to. But you—”

She kissed him hard, sloppy.

“—you, I’d crawl for! You, I’d kill for! Whatever you want from me, whenever you want it, however you want to take it!”

Mika looked at Fauna. “And you? Same offer?”

Fauna swallowed. Her hips hadn’t stopped moving. Her pussy was leaving a wet smear along his thigh and she was past caring.

“U-Use me however you like, Mika.” She finally said quietly. “I know I complain. I know I say it’s too much, that we should stop, that someone has to be the adult. But if you really want something from me—”

She leaned in, forehead against his.

“—I’ll do it obediently. Every time you ask for it.”

Her voice cracked.

“As long as you keep me by your side and love me like a woman, Mika, not like a mother, not like something you’re grateful to and then put away—as long as you want me, all of me is yours to do with as you please!”

She dove back in, and Anya met her, and Mika met them both, and the kiss went deep and dirty and endless—three mouths, three tongues, one tangled family, exchanging everything between them until none of them could tell whose saliva was whose.

Fauna gave up trying to be a mother somewhere in the middle of it.

She kissed her son like a lover.

She kissed her daughter like a lover.

And she let herself be kissed back.

But still…it wasn’t enough for Mika.

Hands still gripping the soft, pliant flesh of their asses, Mika sat up, dragging both women with him.

He positioned them—Fauna on her back, legs spread wide, her smooth, bare pussy glistening under the low light.

Anya he placed on top of her, facing her, so their breasts pressed together again, nipples brushing, and their faces were inches apart.

“Don’t move.” He commanded, his voice a low, graveled rumble that vibrated through the mattress.

They didn’t. Fauna’s breath hitched as she felt her daughter’s weight settle onto her, the heat of Anya’s stomach against her own, the wild rainbow of hair tickling her smooth skin.

Anya looked down at her mother, her expression a mix of curiosity and dark, dawning arousal.

Mika knelt between their splayed legs. He didn’t bother with foreplay. He was rock-hard again, his cock jutting out, flushed and angry, the head beading with a fresh drop of precum.

He lined himself up, the tip nudging against both of their lower lips at once—Anya’s dyed, trimmed entrance and Fauna’s bare, swollen folds.

“Mika—” Fauna gasped.

“Shhh.” He leaned forward, bracing a hand on the bed by Fauna’s head, his other hand gripping Anya’s hip. “This is for me.”

He pushed into Anya first. A sharp, deep thrust that buried him to the hilt in her tight, clutching heat.

“Ohhhh—! Mikaaaaa!♡~”

Anya cried out, her back arching, her head falling back. He pulled back, slick and glistening, and before she could even process the emptiness, he drove forward again—this time into Fauna!

“Ahhhhhh—!” Fauna’s scream was muffled against her daughter’s shoulder as he filled her, stretching her wide, hitting a spot so deep she saw stars.

Her pussy, still loose and leaking from the last round, accepted him with a wet, hungry gulp.

SHLICK!

Back to Anya.

SCHLOP!

And then into Fauna.

A punishing rhythm, fast and hard, no finesse, just possession. The bed rocked with the force of it, the headboard thudding against the wall.

He was fucking them both. Not at the same time, but in a relentless, alternating cascade, using one’s slickness to ease his way into the other, then back again, a filthy, incestuous piston driving into the two women who shared blood!

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