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

Chapter 536: So Damn Meaty!

Mika did not hesitate to grab onto this deal.

If anything, he moved with such eagerness that it almost seemed as if he was scared she would take it back.

"Of course, Nadia." He said, his voice warm with satisfaction.

"After all..." He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered. "...my dear mother is asking for some clarity."

"And it’s my duty as a son to make sure that she understands everything."

The way he spoke, so low, so knowing, made her feel like they were the only two people in the world, wrapped in a cocoon of shared secrets and forbidden desires.

But she didn’t care. She didn’t pull away. Instead, she looked at him with wide, anticipatory eyes, waiting to see what he would do next.

And Mika did not disappoint.

He grabbed onto the dress that was still bunched around her waist and pulled it all the way down.

The fabric slid over her skin, pooling around her hips, leaving her upper half completely revealed.

He then grabbed her waist and pulled her all the way close, right into his body, until her breasts were smushed against his chest.

She could feel her nipples—so hard, so sensitive—poking into his shirt like they were trying to carve something out of him.

Nadia herself was getting more excited with being so close to her son, but she didn’t show it.

She simply glanced back over her shoulder to see what Mika was doing and was surprised to see that he was using his fingers to trace up and down her slender back.

Her spine, like her front, was incredibly skinny; the bones lay just beneath the surface, covered only by a thin veneer of silken skin.

And even though it wasn’t as prominent as on some starving peasent, you could faintly see her ribcage here as well.

More importantly, the elegant, faintly visible chain of her spine running along the center, each vertebra a subtle bump.

Mika was currently caressing that very spine, running his fingers over it with a reverence that made her shiver.

Every single time his fingertip grazed a single notch of bone, Nadia felt it like a tiny electric jolt and trembled all over, instinctively pushing herself deeper into Mika’s embrace.

Even though running a hand down someone’s back wasn’t something society would label explicitly obscene, the way he was touching her—the slow exploration, the way his gaze seemed to burn a path along her skin was something a son should never do.

And that forbidden edge only excited her more, making her breath come in shallow, uneven pants.

Mika broke the silence, his voice a low rumble against her ear.

"Another example is this back of yours, Nadia." He let his palm flatten against the ladder of her ribs. "Once again, it’s all skin and bones over here."

Then his other hand, still resting on her hip, pressed her even closer so that her breasts, so soft and pliant, squished against his chest.

"And compared to your breasts that feel so soft against me right now..."

He said, purposefully shifting to create a subtle friction that made her gasp.

"...your back is the complete exact opposite and there’s barely any flesh over there."

He continued caressing her, his fingers light and teasing.

"But honestly." He added, his voice thoughtful. "It looks so aesthetic. The way your spine runs down, the way I can faintly see everything sticking out...it could be turned into an art piece. It’s that pretty."

Nadia felt a flush of happiness at the strange compliment.

Art. He thought her back was art. It was such an unusual thing to say, and yet it made her feel beautiful in a way she never had before.

Then his fingers started sliding down, past her waist, grabbing onto the dress that was still hanging there.

He began to pull that down as well.

Lower and lower, he tugged, revealing the pale skin of her lower back, her hips, the swell of her buttocks.

The dress pooled around her thighs, and then with one final tug it fell away completely.

Now she sat on his lap in nothing but her underwear, her upper half completely bare, her lower half covered only by a thin scrap of purple fabric.

Mika’s hands moved to cup her buttocks, his fingers sinking into the soft, plush flesh. He stared at them with undisguised admiration.

They were so pale they looked like two moons staring back at him. And they were fat.

So fat and soft that when she sat on his lap, they spread out beneath her, making them look even larger than they already were.

Nadia felt flustered. Her son was staring at her butt, his hands gripping her flesh, his eyes dark with desire.

It was so wrong. So dirty. And yet she didn’t stop him.

When his fingers hooked into the waistband of her purple underwear, she didn’t protest.

Instead, she raised her butt slightly, almost as if she were helping him and let him pull the fabric down, revealing her naked ass to the open air.

She felt the cool breeze against her skin, a shiver running through her. And then—his hands.

Mika slowly caressed her butt cheeks, his palms flat against her flesh, his fingers spreading wide to cover as much surface area as possible.

He grabbed them like lumps of meat, his fingers sinking deep into her softness, and squeezed.

"Nnnn—!" Nadia whimpered. A small, soft moan escaped her lips, and she couldn’t help the way her body arched into his touch.

"Despite the fact that your back is so skinny, Nadia...."

He continued, his voice low and rough.

"...the area underneath it, this fat ass of yours..."

He gave it a firm slap.

Smack!

The sound echoed in the quiet room, and her flesh jiggled uncontrollably, rippling like water after a stone has been dropped.

"...is just so damn meaty."

He slapped it again, watching it bounce.

"It’s like all the fat that was supposed to be on your back has gone all the way here."

He shook her ass, watching it meld and mold under his fingertips, fascinated by the way her flesh responded to his touch.

Nadia watched him play with her, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps. Then, unable to contain herself, she pulled back slightly and looked at him with curious, questioning eyes.

"Mika." She said hesitantly. "You said that both me and Astrid have the same bodies. That we have the same proportions, the same skinny-fat build."

He nodded, still kneading her flesh.

"But if you were to compare them right now..." She bit her lip, shy but unable to stop herself. "Which one would you prefer? Me or Astrid’s?"

She hesitated, then added quickly,

"To make it simpler, do you prefer playing around with my butt...or Astrid’s?"

She expected him to hesitate. This was a dangerous question, one that could easily offend or create awkwardness.

But Mika did not hesitate.

He gave a slow, confident smile and grabbed her ass again, squeezing hard.

"It’s most definitely yours, Nadia."

Her eyes widened in surprise, but before she could question him, he went on. He spread her cheeks wide open, and the cool air hit right into her anus that was now completely exposed.

The sensation made her clench reflexively, the tight ring puckering under his gaze.

He spoke as if reciting a delicious truth,

"Even though your body proportions are completely the same, having that skinny-fat build, you yourself are much more mature, so you have a lot more abundant curves."

He chuckled to himself, a dark, pleased sound.

"And as a simple man, more curves mean more satisfaction for me. So it’s not that hard to choose this big, juicy, fat ass of yours, Nadia."

As he spoke, he jiggled her cheeks again, the movement lewd and hypnotic.

"I mean, just looking at this big booty of yours..."

He continued, his voice dropping to a sultry murmur.

"...makes me want to do so many things to it."

"Just smack it around and play with it. And even bite into it and leave my marks all over."

The visual he painted was so visceral, so blatantly erotic, that it only turned on Nadia even more.

Before she realized what she was doing, she started grinding herself on top of him unconsciously, rotating her hips in small, needy circles against the hard length she could feel straining through his pants.

Seeing her get worked up, Mika could not help but lean in, whisper directly into her ear.

"You know." He murmured, his breath hot and damp. "There’s something else I also want to do to your ass, Nadia."

A pause, then he delivered the words like a dark promise.

"It’s something that I always do to Astrid’s, but I’ve never got to do with you."

The admission made Nadia’s blood sing. She quickly twisted around to look at him, her voice high and desperate.

"W-What is it, Mika? What do you want to do?"

"What do you want to do to your mother’s fat ass?"

The crude phrase fell from her lips before she could stop it, and a part of her was scandalized, but a larger part only burned brighter.

Mika gave her ear a slow, wet lick that sent a lightning bolt of pleasure straight to her clit, and then he whispered,

"I just want to spread it open...and kiss that pretty little anus you probably have hidden under there."

As he spoke, his hands spread her ass cheeks completely apart again, causing the tight little hole to part slightly before it puckered from the shock.

Nadia felt impossibly exposed, every nerve ending in that forbidden place screaming to life.

"What...What do you mean by that, Mika?"

Nadia’s voice trembled.

"Why would you do something as dirty as that?"

But even as she asked, the thought sent a thrill through her.

Her son, his mouth on her most private place—the thought was scandalous, forbidden, utterly wrong.

And then realization dawned on her.

"Wait." She said, her voice barely a whisper. "Does that mean you actually...you know...lick that place on my own daughter?"

"Of course."

He said it so casually, so matter-of-factly, as if he were discussing the weather before going on to proudly say,

"I’m someone who makes sure not to leave any flesh on the bone, no matter what part it is. Meaning that no matter how dirty a place may be considered, I make sure to pleasure that part thoroughly."

He then gave a lecherous grin and added,

"In fact, I actually enjoy eating your daughter’s ass out. It’s the most wonderful experience—sticking my tongue inside, feeling those fat cheeks press against my face. It’s absolutely divine, Nadia!"

As he spoke, his finger circled and teased Nadia’s own anus, the pad of his fingertip tracing the delicate rim.

The touch made her shiver all over, a full-body tremor that left her clinging to him.

Her mind itself had gone blank; she was too enamored to speak as he continued, his forehead pressing against hers, his voice a conspirator’s murmur.

"And technically, since you both have that same ass—with yours just being a bit fatter—I also want to lick your anus out and also..."

"...shove my cock inside to see exactly how tight your back-enterance is."

Nadia’s heart raced so fast that Mika could literally feel it banging against his chest, like it was trying to escape.

She realized, in that moment, that this was going a little too far.

The line they were crossing—it wasn’t just a line anymore.

It was a canyon. And she was falling into it headfirst.

She forced a smile onto her face, though it came out shaky and weak.

"But of course...you can’t do such a thing, Mika. After all, I am your mother at the end of the day. And we can’t do anything like that."

She swallowed hard.

"I-I know you lust after my body, and I understand that. But still, we can’t do anything like that...right?"

Mika nodded, his expression unreadable.

"Of course not. It’s just a matter of speech. I’m trying to explain to you why exactly you turn me on so much. It’s not like I can actually do that to you."

He fell silent.

She fell silent.

An awkward tension filled the air. It was as if both of them were lying, both of them pretending.

They wanted to tell the truth, wanted to confess everything, but because of their relationship, because of the invisible boundary that should never be crossed, they couldn’t.

The atmosphere grew stifling.

But luckily, Mika fixed the mood. He straightened, his expression brightening.

"I also want to show you another example, Nadia. One that will truly explain why your body is so different from everyone else’s."

Nadia’s eyes lit up. She pressed herself closer, bouncing on his lap in excitement, making her breasts jiggle.

"What is it, Mika? Tell me, tell me! Everything you have to say!"

Mika’s smile grew slightly lewd. He reached up and began playing with her nipples, rolling them between his fingers, pinching them gently.

"This area is a bit more intimate." He warned. "If you really want to know..."

He paused, letting the tension coil, before finally saying,

"I’ll have to have a thorough check of the same place you wished Astrid out of."