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

Chapter 546: He’s Depraved Enough To Go After His Own Mother!

A delicious shiver coursed through Mika at the thought of what was to come—both of them naked, pressed against him in the warm darkness.

His cock stirred with eager anticipation, straining against his thighs, but he forced the beast down with practiced control.

Not yet. Not while Astrid’s sharp eyes still studied him with that suspicious glint.

"Well now..."

He said, his voice deliberately casual, betraying none of the fire raging beneath his skin.

"Come on, you two. Get naked already. It hardly seems fair that I’m the only one standing here without a stitch on."

Mother and daughter exchanged one final, lingering glance—

—their eyes shimmering with shared uncertainty and unspoken questions neither dared voice aloud.

What were they getting themselves into?

Was this really happening?

Would they regret this in the morning?

The questions hung in the air between them, invisible but palpable.

Then, slowly, as if moving through honey, their hands rose to their garments.

Astrid’s clothing was elaborate, a testament to her evening’s adventures.

Each piece fell away with ceremony—the outer gown, the silken underthings, the delicate straps that held everything together.

Nadia’s attire was simpler, humbler, and within moments she stood as bare as the day she was born.

And there they were. A feast for hungry eyes.

Nadia’s hands flew to cover her breasts, but they were so full, so gloriously abundant, that her fingers could barely contain them.

The flesh spilled through the gaps, overflowing like cream from a pitcher, defying all attempts at modesty.

Her thighs pressed together in a futile effort to hide her most intimate place, but the motion only served to make her plump mound more prominent, more tantalizing, more intoxicating than ever.

Beside her stood Astrid, a vision of youthful perfection with breasts that defied gravity, nipples the color of spring blossoms, and a behind so perfectly rounded it seemed sculpted by divine hands.

A glistening sheen of moisture had already begun to gather between her thighs, betraying her body’s truth even as her expression remained guarded.

Mika drank them in, his gaze traveling from one to the other, and a satisfied smile curved his lips.

His instincts had been dead on—they shared the most similar bodies he had ever encountered.

Their faces were delicate, almost ethereal, but their curves were generous, voluptuous, with every bit of softness concentrated exactly where it mattered most.

Nadia’s proportions were slightly more pronounced, a testament to her maturity.

But Mika had no doubt that Astrid would one day match or even surpass her mother’s magnificent figure.

The younger fox’s tail swayed in a hypnotic rhythm, attempting to shield her body from his gaze, but the motion only made his blood run hotter.

"I knew it." He couldn’t help but say, his voice barely above a whisper. "You two really have the same tits and ass."

The women flushed crimson.

"If we were in a dark room..."

He added, a cheeky grin spreading across his face, the playfulness returning to his voice.

"And I had to tell you apart by touch alone...well, I don’t think I could manage it. You’re that similar. Every curve, every dip, every soft plane of flesh—it’s all the same, just slightly different sizes."

"Mika!"

Astrid’s voice cracked with frustration, her blush deepening to an almost painful shade of red.

"You can’t say such things—not in front of Mama!"

She stepped forward, positioning herself between him and her mother like a protective shield.

"If you’re going to look at anyone, look at me. My body is yours—only yours."

She thrust her chest forward with defiant pride, arms spread wide to block his view of Nadia.

"But Mama is completely off limits! I won’t have you making her uncomfortable!"

Nadia’s heart swelled with gratitude at her daughter’s protection—even as a secret part of her wished Astrid would simply step aside.

Those heated glances from Mika, those moments when his eyes devoured her form—they weren’t discomforting. They were exhilarating.

But she kept these thoughts buried deep, locking them away where her daughter would never find them.

Instead, she placed a gentle hand on Astrid’s shoulder and said,

"It’s alright, Astrid. It’s just Mika, after all. He’s family. I really don’t mind."

Astrid turned, a knowing smirk on her lips, a theatrical exasperation in her eyes.

"You don’t know Mika like I do, Mama. He’s a complete pervert! He goes after every woman he sees without any discrimination whatsoever. I’ve seen it with my own eyes."

She shook her head with dramatic disapproval and teasingly added,

"He might even try to go after you if we’re not careful. That’s how much he can’t control the thing in his pants."

The joke hung in the air, meant to lighten the mood, meant to be nothing more than a playful dig at Mika’s reputation.

But something shifted in the room’s atmosphere.

Mika’s smile became fixed and frozen, his gaze sliding away from both women with practiced ease.

Nadia’s face drained of color, a guilty pallor spreading across her features like spilled ink across parchment.

For a terrible, heart-stopping moment, Astrid’s words had struck far too close to home.

The truth of what was happening threatened to surface and shatter everything.

But Astrid, bless her oblivious heart, misinterpreted the tension entirely.

She saw her mother’s pale face and Mika’s awkward expression and assumed she had gone too far, made a joke that had crossed some invisible line.

"F-Forget I said that." She rushed, grasping her mother’s hands with desperate sincerity. "It was just a crude joke. I didn’t mean anything by i! I was just being silly!"

She squeezed Nadia’s fingers. "Please forget it, Mama. Forget I even said it!"

Nadia nodded absently, her mind racing with the terrifying realization that her daughter would eventually discover the truth with how brazen they had become.

Desperate to dispel the lingering awkwardness, Astrid seized on the first topic that came to mind.

She spun to face Mika, her voice bright with forced cheerfulness.

"Tomorrow we’re going to meet Charlotte and Anya for a special project, Mika! And you need to come as well!"

Mika blinked, pulled from his reverie of imagining what it would be like to have both women at his mercy, one beneath him and one above.

"Why? What’s so serious that all four of us need to convene?"

He gave her a gentle smile, reaching out to pat her head with practiced affection.

"Is this another attempt to patch things up with the family? Get closer to your sisters?"

Astrid’s tail began to sway with pleasure at the gesture, the tension melting from her shoulders.

But then her expression sobered, her tail stilling as she shook her head.

"Unfortunately not. This is actually a matter of grave importance—something that was recently discovered. And if it’s what I think it is..."

Her voice dropped, taking on a somber quality that made both Nadia and Mika straighten with concern.

"Then there could actually be a potential threat to our world in the future."

The words hung in the air like a death knell.

Astrid seemed to realize how ominous she sounded, and she forced a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes.

"I-It’s not what you think, Mama! Just a potential threat. And since we don’t know if it’s real or not, there’s no need to worry."

She turned back to Mika, her expression serious once more.

"That’s why I need you there tomorrow. I want to show you what the three of us have been investigating."

She sighed, the sound heavy with unspoken fears.

"I hope it’s nothing—just a minor issue that can be easily resolved. But if it isn’t..."

Her eyes darkened with something that looked almost like dread.

"Then this could be a serious problem."

Both Nadia and Mika exchanged a knowing glance. Astrid was not one to joke about such things. She knew better than anyone the power her family commanded, the vast resources at their disposal.

If she was concerned, even slightly, then whatever they had uncovered was truly significant.

And yet, neither of them felt genuine fear.

They were practically demigods now, their power so immense that they could reshape reality itself.

Whatever threat emerged, they could simply obliterate it through sheer force of will.

Nadia’s gaze then drifted to Mika’s chiseled form, and a warm flush spread across her cheeks.

’As long as he’s there...’

She thought with certainty, nothing bad could happen. She had absolute faith in him.

Mika waved his hand dismissively, as if brushing away a gnat.

"Alright, alright. That’s tomorrow’s problem."

A sly grin spread across his face as he placed a possessive hand on Nadia’s shoulder.

"But for tonight..."

He put a hand over them and pulled both women toward the bedroom, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial murmur.

"Let’s get some sleep. I’ve exhausted myself completely today—drained in every possible way. And sleeping with the two most beautiful women in the world will definitely make that better."

Both women beamed at the compliment, their earlier tension melting away.

But then Astrid narrowed her eyes, her tail twitching with mischief.

"What about the rest of my aunties and sisters, Mika? Who would dare to make such a bold statement in front of them?"

Nadia’s ears perked up, clearly interested in his answer.

But Mika just scoffed, reaching out to squeeze Astrid’s breast—a move that made her whimper with surprise as he sly said,

"Well, if they were all here right now, that would be the last thing I’d say."

"Instead, I’d be much more specific with my compliments, and I certainly wouldn’t dare rank anyone as ’number one’ or ’number two.’ That would start a war."

His grin turned wolfish as he squeezed her nipple, earning another soft gasp.

"But when you’re isolated like this? I’ll call you angels and goddesses and anything else I want. And I’ll do the same for everyone when they’re alone. No backlash that way."

Astrid pouted, nudging him with her shoulder as she turned to her mother.

"See, Mama? See what you’ve raised?"

She poked him repeatedly, her tone indignant.

"He’s become a complete playboy, going after women everywhere! He’s even deceiving his own family! You really need to punish him properly."

Mika turned to Nadia with a knowing gaze, his eyes dancing with mischief.

"Is that right, Nadia? Are you actually going to punish me? Are you going to punish your son?"

His hands moved with practiced stealth, cupping her plump behind. Nadia whimpered at the brazen groping, her body betraying her with a shiver of pleasure even as her daughter stood beside her.

"N-No, Mika." She managed, her voice trembling with fluster. "I would never. No matter what you do, I couldn’t bear to punish you."

The words came out in a coy, coquettish tone that she couldn’t quite control.

"You’re my son...and I love you too much to ever raise a hand against you."

Astrid, oblivious to the secret exchange, pouted dramatically.

"Mama, this isn’t fair! You always punished me when I misbehaved as a child. You made me do chores, you took away my privileges, you made me write apology letters!"

She crossed her arms, her expression one of mock outrage.

"But you always let Mika get away with everything! He’s never faced any consequences for his actions."

She shook her head sadly. "It’s your fault he’s become such a womanizer. You spoiled him rotten!"

Nadia nodded absently, her mind elsewhere—thinking that regardless of what she had or hadn’t done, Mika would have become exactly the man he was.

A man no woman could resist.

After all, she herself—his own mother had fallen helplessly under his spell.

How could any other woman possibly stand a chance?

—

They made their way to Nadia’s bedroom, a simple space, unpretentious and modest, centered around an impressively large bed that dominated the room.

Mika released them both, practically bouncing onto the mattress, settling himself in the exact center.

"Come along, you two." He called, spreading his arms wide. "I have two arms waiting to be used as pillows."

Hearing this invitation, Astrid completely forgot that she was angry—

—and practically launched herself at him, burrowing into his chest with excited giggles.

"Mika! Mika! Mika!"

She rubbed her face against him like an overjoyed fox cub, her tail wagging furiously behind her.

"I love you, Mika! I love you so much! And I’m just so happy we can finally sleep together like this!"

She wiggled against him, pressing closer.

"I love you, I love you, I love you!"

He kissed her forehead, a gesture of pure affection, and she melted against him, wrapping her legs around his, pressing her breasts into his chest with the happiest expression he’d ever seen on her face.

She looked like she had found her place in the world, like everything was finally right.

Mika turned to Nadia, gesturing her closer with a tilt of his head.

She crawled onto the bed with shy grace, her breasts swaying with each movement, her generous posterior arching in a way that made his mouth water.

She settled against his other side, and he pulled her close.

Her pussy pressed against his thigh, her hardened nipple brushed his skin, and she blushed furiously.

But beneath the embarrassment, Nadia felt a thrill of excitement.

To be sleeping with both her daughter and her son—it was everything she had dreamed of and more.

And then she understood.

This was exactly what Mika had wanted. The taboo of the situation—the forbidden nature of the three of them together like this was what made it so exhilarating.

And he was doing this for her. For her to decrease her sensitivity to her blessing.

Gratitude swelled in her chest, and she snuggled deeper into his embrace, listening to the steady rhythm of his heart.

But just then—

"Nadia!" She heard him call urgently. "Look. Look at Astrid! Look at what she’s doing!"