Chapter 195: Don’t You Dare Be Gentle!
"Ahh!♡~ Suck!♡~ Mmph!♡~ Lick!♡~"
Seeing Mika like this, so thoroughly absorbed, so sweetly obedient at her breast, Yelena was flooded with a bewildering sensation: she was having too much of a good time.
She was supposed to be panicking, or resisting, or at least suffering the internal agony of guilt, the throbbing headache of conscience. Instead, she was genuinely loving every single, soft, forbidden moment.
The consequences, the morality, the familial lines, were completely irrelevant to the immediate, surging pleasure. She simply continued to encourage him, pulling his head closer, anchoring him to her.
"That’s it, Mika, that’s it." She cooed, her voice thick with maternal pride and escalating desire. "You’re such a good boy, aren’t you? Such a good boy." She chuckled, the sound low in her throat, a mix of affection and teasing. "Just keep licking my breasts like this, in such an obedient manner."
She tilted her head, a playful smile on her lips.
"One would think that a big, aggressive dog would be giving the most frantic, ravenous licks one could imagine. But here you are, using your tongue in so many different, careful ways, trying to take care of me."
"...But at the same time you look less like a ferocious canine and more like a puppy right now."
Mika immediately stopped his gentle suckling, the sudden halt in sensation making Yelena gasp. He pulled back slightly, his eyes narrowing, his gaze flashing with wounded pride at the word ’puppy.’ It was a failure of his intended role.
Yelena instantly recognized her misstep and soothed him with quick, anxious tenderness.
"Calm down, Mika, calm down! That’s not an insult! I’m just complimenting you!" She stroked his hair, her fingers running down the nape of his neck. "You look so adorable and cute like a little puppy when you’re being so careful with me. That’s what I meant to say, my darling."
He stared at her for a long moment, the conflict, the injured pride fighting the maternal soothe, visible in his dark eyes. Then, with a soft exhale, he lowered his head and began to suckle her again.
"Mmm!♡~ Ahhh!♡~ Slurp!♡~ Nnn!♡~"
A silent, satisfied smile spread across Yelena’s face. She felt a profound rush of happiness, realizing how completely obedient he was to her words, how much he truly cared for her emotional state.
’To think that my baby boy, Mika, would be sucking on my tits like this one day.’ She thought, the words a delicious secret. ’Who would have thought?’
She remembered how, in the past, when he was just a little boy, his shorter height meant that when he hugged her, his face would always innocently smoosh right into her breasts. It had always felt so adorable and cute, a harmless gesture of affection.
But now, she realized, this was infinitely better.
Who would have thought that simply pulling down her clothes and letting her breasts out so he could sucker on them would unleash such a torrent of forbidden pleasure?
"This is so much better than simply letting him smother in my breasts." She whispered into his hair. "I should have done this from the very beginning."
She then pulled his head back slightly, her eyes bright with a new, demanding idea, the playful mistress fully seizing control from the docile mother.
"You know what?" She said, her voice teasing. "I want to see that again, Mika. I want to see how you used to smother your face in my breasts once again." She ordered him to push his face in between her breasts and move around. "I want to see your cute little face when you’re doing so!"
Mika jerked his head back, his eyes flashing with genuine outrage and indignation. "Hold up, Yelena! Why in the world are you actually treating me like a child?!"
He was cut short by the sudden, sharp, maternal authority in her voice.
"Be quiet, Mika. Be quiet!" Yelena’s face was stern, brooking no argument. "Right now, I’m the one in control. I’m your mother, not your equal! And you better do what I say, or else!"
Mika didn’t know why, but he simply couldn’t resist.
The stern maternal tone was an undeniable trigger, and with an indignant, frustrated look still clinging to his face, he sighed and complied.
He smothered his face deep into the cleavage between her large breasts, the soft, yielding flesh immediately pressing against his cheeks and nose.
He moved his face back and forth, the friction creating a delightful shiver of pleasure that vibrated through Yelena’s body.
"Now look up at me, Mika. Look up at me." She hugged him tightly, looking down at his obscured face. "It’s when you look up at me from there that it’s the best and the most cute."
He reluctantly tilted his face upward, his eyes looking up at her from the fleshy valley and Yelena squealed in joy, a high, delighted sound.
"Yes! Just like that, Mika!" She exclaimed, her voice filled with adoration. "Even though you’ve grown up, and even though you’ve become so much more manly, seeing you like this, it brings me right back to the past."
She blushed, her gaze dropping to the intimate scene.
"Only this time..." She murmured. "...there isn’t a layer of cloth between us." She gently nudged the tops of her breasts together around his face. "And there you are, right in between my breasts right now."
A look of intrigue and experimentation appeared on her face as she the asked, "Now, could you start licking me right there, Mika? Start licking me in between my breasts." She took the courage to command the act, pushing her exploration of the taboo forward. "I want to know how it feels like."
Mika was deeply frustrated that she was taking such blatant command, but his compulsion to obey her maternal authority was absolute. With a low, exasperated groan, he did as he was told, pressing his lips to the smooth, sensitive skin in her cleavage and running his tongue over the surface.
"Nnn!♡~ Suck!♡~ Ahh!♡~ Mmmph!♡~"
"Oh, Mika, just right there!♡~ Right there! Keep licking me right there!♡~" Yelena moaned, her voice catching. "The place between my breasts was always quite sensitive for me. Unlike everywhere else, there’s not much flesh there, so it’s so nice to feel you lick at me like that." Her mouth went dry with the building intensity of the friction.
She then grew impatient, wanting more intense licks, more thorough attention.
"Now, move on to my other breast!" She commanded, grabbing his head and gently nudging him towards the right side. "I want to feel your kisses all over."
As he slowly moved to the other breast, licking the tender flesh, she grabbed his chin and held him still just short of her nipple.
"Before licking it, I want you to show me your tongue. Show me the pink tongue of yours, baby boy." She ordered, her voice playfully demanding.
Mika, once again, obeyed without a thought, extending his tongue briefly for her inspection.
"Good boy." She praised him immediately, the words laced with possessive pride. "You’re such a good boy right now. Now go ahead and lick my nipple and suck on it as much as you want!"
"Mmph!♡~ Mmm!♡~ Slurp!♡~ Ahhh!♡~"
He immediately latched onto her right nipple, his mouth closing around it with a powerful, hungry suction. Yelena’s control shattered into pure, raw pleasure. She cried out, a high, gasping shriek.
"Oh! It’s so good! So good to feel you sucking on my breasts." She gasped, her voice thick with arousal. She continued, slipping into a dirtier, more explicit language as her inhibitions dissolved. "It feels so delicious, so wrong, and yet I don’t know why it feels so right!"
With her free hand, she reached across her chest and grabbed her other nipple, the one he had just left, pinching and twisting the sensitive crown between her thumb and forefinger, driving the sensation past the point of endurance. Her head lolled back, her eyes squeezed shut in ecstatic agony.
"Oh, yes, Mika! Harder! Suck harder, my baby! You’re making me so hot!" She panted, her voice cracking with the dual pleasure of his mouth and her own rough touch. "This is what I wanted! This is the only way to make me forget my sister! Only you, my love...only you can make me this happy!"
Mika, hearing the escalating pitch of her pleasure, deepened his suckle, his lips drawing the sensitive flesh further into his hot mouth, adhering strictly to the tender, insistent words of the "good boy" she had commanded.
"Mmmph!♡~ Ahhh!♡~ Nnn!♡~ Suck!♡~"
The sound was a loud, wet schlock-schlock that was utterly consuming.
"Oh, you are such a good, good boy, my little darling." Yelena panted, her free hand violently twisting her left nipple until pain and pleasure fused into a single, blinding spike. "You drink so well, don’t you? So hungry, just like you used to be. Don’t stop, my precious. Don’t you dare stop drinking from your mother."
She felt a fresh surge of wetness between her legs, the liquid heat soaking the fabric of her drawers. His mouth was not just drawing pleasure; it was drawing something out of her, a primal, suffocating need for absolute, undeniable connection.
"Slurp!♡~ Mmm!♡~ Ahh!♡~ Nnn! ♡~"
The memory of her sisters was annihilated, replaced by the terrifying, exquisite realization that she had a power over Mika no one else possessed, the power of the mother who feeds and controls.
"You’re not supposed to be this gentle, you know."
She taunted him softly, tilting her head back against the wall, enjoying the feel of his damp, working mouth.
"My big, strong Mika is supposed to be wild! You’re supposed to bite and bruise me, aren’t you? You told me yourself you get so aggressive, so frantic when you see a beautiful breast."
Mika lifted his head, his eyes, dark, wet, and wide with a conflict he couldn’t name, staring up at her from the valley of her breasts. His chest rose and fell in ragged gasps, his usual, arrogant composure utterly lost. The demand to be wild warred with the primal instinct that compelled him to be gentle with his mother.
"I...I can’t." He mumbled, his voice thick and almost childlike. He reached up, his large hand resting on the soft curve of her breast, possessive yet careful. "You’re...You’re too soft, Yelena. I don’t want to hurt you."
Yelena’s heart swelled with a fierce, possessive triumph. He was utterly subdued by her love and command.
"Hurt me?" She scoffed playfully, squeezing the nipple in her hand until the tears pricked her eyes. "Look at this, Mika. Does this look like I’m afraid of a little pain? My nipple is already hard and throbbing, and my hand is making me suffer more than your little baby mouth ever could."
She grabbed a handful of his hair and tugged, not harshly, but firmly enough to bring his face close to the left breast, the one she was abusing.
"Now listen to your mother, my little wolf. I don’t want you to be gentle with this one. I want you to be greedy!...I want you to take all the milk I never gave you! I want you to suck the life out of this one, Mika! Bite it for your mother, you hear me? Bite it!"
Mika swallowed hard, his eyes fixated on the violently erect, abused nipple, his control wavering under the direct command. He knew he should resist, that this maternal role-play was humiliating his ’manhood,’ but the sheer, agonizing need she was commanding him to satisfy was irresistible.
His mouth snapped over the breast, but this time, it was a sound that was less gentle sucking and more a frustrated, animal chomp.
"Ooooh!♡~ Mmph!♡~ Lick!♡~ Ahhh!♡~"
He didn’t bite hard enough to break the skin, but the pressure of his teeth was undeniable, a sharp, exhilarating pain that shot through Yelena’s entire torso.
"Oh!♡~ Good boy!♡~" She shrieked, her voice pure, unadulterated pleasure.
She released her left nipple, which was now red and bruised, and threw both arms around his head, crushing his face deep into the valley between her breasts, drowning him in her scent and her flesh.
"There! That’s my big, strong boy! You’re finally being rough!♡~" She gasped, her hips twisting on the desk. "You were only pretending to be a baby earlier, weren’t you? You were teasing your mother!♡~"
She pulled his face out, holding him close, his breath hot and ragged against her neck.
"Now, I want you to use those big, strong hands of yours, Mika. I-I want you to grab both of my breasts, like you did to my daughter, and I want you to squeeze them together and suck the one on the left again! Squeeze your mother’s big, ripe tits, my big boy!♡~ Make them feel every bit of your hunger!♡~"
His hands obeyed, leaving the soft cradle of the desk to clamp over the full, heavy globes of her breasts. He squeezed, the rough strength of his grip compressing the soft tissue, mounding her flesh upward, forcing her nipples to protrude further and harder toward his face.
He didn’t speak. His only answer was to dive back to the left breast, and this time, there was a desperate, almost angry intensity to the suction.
"Nnn!♡~ Suck!♡~ Ahh!♡~ Mmmph!♡~"
He tugged on the nipple with his teeth, scraping the underside with his incisors as he pulled, the dual pressure of his mouth and his powerful hands squeezing her breasts together making Yelena yell out, a long, primal cry that echoed off the high ceiling.
"Yes!♡~ Yes!♡~ That’s it! Don’t you dare be gentle!♡~" She sobbed, her body vibrating, her vision blurring. "You want your mother, don’t you? You want all of her! You take it, you hear me? You take everything your mother has!♡~"
The feeling of him taking was utterly consuming. She grabbed his hair again, pulling him down, forcing the suction to an impossible, painful depth. She could feel his hot breath, the slick slide of his tongue, and the savage pull that felt like it was drawing her very soul out through her nipple.
"I need you, Mika!♡~ I need you to be my greedy little boy, my big, strong man!" She screamed, the roles collapsing into a single, terrifying truth. "Suck me dry!♡~ Suck until I can’t think straight! Make me forget everything, my darling!♡~"
Her pussy tensed, a building wave of pressure that was no longer an ache but a violent, unstoppable force. Her hips jammed forward against the desk edge, her muscles clenching in agonizing anticipation.
Mika, feeling the frantic tension in her body, the desperation in her command, pulled back for a fraction of a second, his eyes flashing with a possessive, feral need.
He clamped his jaw down, not on the nipple—but on the soft flesh of her breast below it, the momentary, rough bite causing her to gasp sharply, before he returned to the cunt, drawing the nipple deep and hard into his throat.
"Mmfph! Mmmph!" The sound of his powerful, final suckle was muffled by her flesh, but the effect was immediate and catastrophic.
Yelena’s body convulsed. Her eyes rolled back, and a huge, throbbing wave of climax slammed through her, stealing her breath and her mind.
"Ahhhhh!♡~ Mikaaaaaa!♡~" She cried out his name—a word that was part moan, part shriek, part sob, and her muscles locked tight.
A fresh, intense gush of hot liquid escaped her, slicking down her thighs and splashing onto the polished wood of the desk.
"Schlurp!♡~ Splish!♡~ Splat!♡~ Squish!♡~"
"M-Mika! Oh...My baby...My darling boy..."
She stammered, the words dissolving into ragged, gasping relief. Her arms wrapped around his head, pulling him in, holding him tightly to her convulsing body, protecting him, loving him, dominating him completely, as the tremors slowly subsided.
Mika meanwhile was too into the moment and continued to suckle, deep and soft now, riding out the aftershocks of her intense climax, the intense pull of his mouth a gentle, soothing anchor in the quiet aftermath of her storm...