Chapter 664: Taboo Broken

Fauna’s heart soared as she positioned herself on the bed. Her knees sunk into the soft mattress and her ass was stuck out as high as she could possibly push it out.

She could feel Anya’s glare boring into her side, but it barely registered.

All that mattered was the sound of Mika’s breathing behind her, the weight of his gaze on her exposed flesh, and the knowledge that he was finally going to take her.

’This is wrong.’ A voice whispered in the back of her mind. ’He’s your son. You carried him. You nursed him. You watched him take his first steps.’

But another voice, louder and more desperate, drowned it out.

’And now I want to watch him take me!’

"Look at you..."

Mika’s voice came from behind, low and rough, sending shivers cascading down her spine like electric current.

"On your hands and knees. Presenting yourself to your own son like a bitch in heat."

Fauna’s cheeks flushed, but she didn’t look back. She couldn’t. If she saw his face, she might break.

"I-I don’t care what you call me, Mika. I just need you inside me."

Smack!

His hand landed on her ass cheek, squeezing hard enough to make her gasp, his fingers digging into her soft flesh with possessive intent.

"You’re so eager to be fucked by your own son that you’d crawl over your daughter to get it?"

His thumb traced the curve of her hip, dipping into the crease where her thigh met her ass.

"What kind of mother are you?"

"A desperate one." She whispered. "A broken one. A mother who fell in love with her own child and can’t find her way back."

Mika’s hand slid between her legs, fingers finding her wetness, spreading it along her folds with agonizing slowness. She whimpered at the touch, pressing back against his hand like a starving animal seeking sustenance.

"You’re soaked." There was awe in his voice, mixed with something darker. "Absolutely drenched. Just from words?"

"Just from you." She corrected, her voice hitching as his middle finger circled her clit. "From the thought of you. From the memory of your mouth on my skin. From every moment we’ve shared."

He leaned forward, his chest pressing against her back, his lips brushing her ear. His breath was hot, ragged, sending shivers down her neck.

"I remember the first time I tasted your milk." He murmured. "I pretended it was just medical necessity. But the moment my lips closed around your nipple, I knew I was lying to myself."

Fauna’s breath caught. "You...you felt it too?"

"I felt everything." His teeth grazed her earlobe, making her shudder. "I felt your heartbeat quicken when I sucked. I felt your nipples harden against my tongue. I felt your hips shift, pressing closer, begging for more without saying a word."

His fingers plunged inside her, two at once, and she cried out, her forehead dropping to the mattress.

"And I wanted more." He continued, his voice dark and intimate. "I wanted to taste every part of you. I wanted to know what your pussy tasted like, whether it was as sweet as your milk."

"Oh god..." Her pussy let out a squirt of juice just from those words.

Mika himself positioned himself at her entrance, the head of his cock pressing against her slick folds.

Fauna’s entire body trembled with anticipation, her heart pounding so hard she could hear it in her ears.

"Is this what you wanted?" His voice was strained, barely controlled. "To feel your son’s cock splitting you open?"

"Yes." The word came out broken, desperate. "Yes, yes, yes."

"But tell me why." He didn’t push forward, just held himself there, teasing her entrance. "Tell me why you want this. Tell me why you want me."

Fauna’s breath came in ragged gasps. Because she needed to say it. Needed to confess everything, to lay herself bare before him.

"Because you make me feel alive." Her voice cracked. "Because when you touch me, I forget that I’m a mother, a woman past her prime. I’m just...yours. Completely and utterly yours."

He pushed forward, just an inch, and she gasped at the stretch.

"More."

"Because I’ve spent years pretending to be happy, pretending to be satisfied, pretending that I didn’t crave something more."

Tears dripped onto the sheets.

"And then you looked at me, and I realized I’d been starving my whole life without knowing it."

Another inch. Deeper. Fuller.

"And because I love you!" Her voice broke completely. "I love you, Mika! Not as a mother loves a son! I love you the way a woman loves the man she wants to spend forever with!.The way a wife loves a husband! The way a lover craves her partner’s touch!"

"Mommy loves you Mika, so don’t keep me waiting any longer! Push it in! Push that massive cock of yours and take your mother’s virginity!"

"Fuck—" Unable to hold back anymore, he thrust forward, burying himself to the hilt.

"Ahhhhhh!♡~ Mikaaaaaa!♡~" Fauna screamed.

Not from pain, but from the sheer overwhelming sensation of being filled so completely, so perfectly. He was thick, longer than she’d imagined, stretching her in ways that made stars burst behind her eyes.

She felt him in her stomach, in her throat, in every nerve ending that suddenly sparked to life!

"Fuck, Fauna." His voice was ragged, his hands gripping her hips so hard she knew there would be bruises. "You’re so tight. So hot. Like you were made for this!"

"So were you." She breathed, her forehead pressed against the mattress. "We were made for each other as mother and son. I-I believe that. I have to believe that."

He began to move.

Slow at first, agonizingly slow. He pulled out until only the tip remained, then pushed back in with excruciating tenderness, filling her completely before repeating the process.

The sensation was maddening—too much and not enough, pleasure building like a pressure cooker with no release.

"Is this what you imagined, Fauna?" His voice was dark, almost teasing. "When you touched yourself at night, thinking of me, is this what you pictured?"

"Yes." The word came out broken, desperate. "Yes, but it’s better. So much better."

"How is it better?"

"Because you’re real." She sobbed the words. "Because I can feel you, smell you, taste you on my tongue! Because my fantasies were pale shadows compared to the reality of having you inside me!"

He thrust deeper, harder, his rhythm becoming more urgent.

"And what did you imagine me doing to you?"

"E-Everything." Her voice was barely a whisper. "I imagined you bending me over this bed and fucking me until I couldn’t walk."

"I imagined you tying me up and having your way with me."

"I imagined you filling my mouth with your cum and watching me swallow every drop."

His hand tangled in her hair, pulling her head back, forcing her spine to arch.

"And what else?"

"I imagined you claiming me!" Tears streamed down her cheeks. "Marking me! Making me yours in every possible way! I imagined walking around with your seed dripping down my thighs and knowing that everyone who saw me would know I belonged to you!"

He growled, low and animalistic, and his pace intensified.

"Smack!♡~ Smack!♡~ Smack!♡~ Mmmm!♡~"

The bed creaked beneath them, the headboard banging against the wall as he drove into her with increasing ferocity.

Each thrust sent shockwaves through her body, her breasts swinging beneath her, her nipples grazing the sheets with every movement.

"You’re mine now, Fauna!" His voice was ragged, possessive. "Do you understand that? From this moment on, you belong to me! Not as a mother, not as a caretaker, but as my woman! My lover! My possession!"

"Yes." She sobbed the word. "Yes, I’m yours? I’ve always been yours! I just didn’t know it until you showed me!"

His hand snaked around her waist, pulling her upright against his chest. His cock remained buried inside her, shifting angle, hitting spots that made her see white.

"I’m going to fill you." He murmured against her skin. "I’m going to pump you so full of my cum that it leaks out of you for days. And every time you feel it, you’ll remember who put it there."

"Please!" She was begging now, beyond shame, beyond pretense. "Please, Mika. Fill Mommy Up. Claim me. Make your mother yours."

His teeth grazed her neck, biting down just hard enough to leave a mark.

"Say it again."

"I’m yours!" Her voice was barely a whisper, trembling with emotion. "Mommy’s yours, Mika! Body and soul forever!"

His hand slid up her stomach, cupping her breast, squeezing her milk-swollen flesh. A stream of milk escaped, running down his fingers, and he brought them to his lips, licking them clean.

"Even your milk tastes different now." He murmured. "Sweeter. Riper. Like it knows it belongs to me."

Fauna’s climax was building, coiling in her belly like a spring wound too tight. She could feel it approaching, feel the wave about to crash, but she didn’t want it to end.

She wanted to stay in this moment forever, wrapped in his arms, filled with his cock, drowning in his presence.

"I’m close." She gasped. "Mika, I’m so close."

"Not yet." His hand clamped down on her hip, stilling her movements. "Not until I say so."

"Please..."

"I said not yet." His voice was firm, commanding. "You wanted to be mine, didn’t you? Then you’ll come when I tell you to come."

"Yes. Yes, I’ll wait?" She nodded frantically, tears streaming down her face. "I’ll do anything you say."

"That’s my good girl." He began moving again, slower this time, drawing out every sensation. "Now tell me all the dirty things you’ve imagined me doing to you."

"I imagined you taking me in public." The words tumbled out, raw and shameless. "In a restaurant bathroom, in a parked car, in a dark alley where anyone could see. I imagined you bending me over your desk and fucking me while you worked."

He thrust deeper, harder, his breath ragged in her ear.

"What else?"

"I imagined you marrying me." Her voice dropped to a whisper. "I imagined walking down the aisle toward you, knowing that everyone in the audience knew I was your mother, knowing they were judging us, and not caring because all that mattered was becoming yours in the eyes of God and man."

Mika’s grip tightened, his breathing becoming erratic.

"I imagined wearing your ring on my finger..."

"I imagined changing my last name to yours..."

"I imagined growing old with you, still loving you, still wanting you, even when our bodies were worn and gray."

The moment those words left Fauna’s lips, something inside Mika detonated.

Because the truth was, he had been teetering on the edge since the very first second he’d pushed inside her. Not from the physical sensation alone, though that was overwhelming enough.

No. It was the thought. The years of dreaming.

The nights he’d spent with his fist wrapped around his cock, imagining what it would feel like to bury himself inside the woman who had given him life.

His own mother.

His Fauna.

He had been seconds away from blowing his load the instant he bottomed out.

But he had clenched his jaw, balls, and every muscle in his body and held.

He wasn’t going to ruin this! He wasn’t going to let her think he was some instant-kill shot who couldn’t last more than three thrusts.

That’s why every thrust since then had been a battle.

Every moan that escaped her lips sent a fresh surge of heat straight to his groin, and every time her pussy clenched around him, he had to mentally recite multiplication tables to keep from spilling.

He’d been holding back for what felt like an eternity, riding the razor’s edge of control.

But then she’d said it.

Wearing your ring. Changing my last name. Growing old with you.

She didn’t want to be his dirty little secret. She didn’t want to be his midnight shame, his forbidden indulgence.

She wanted a life with him. A future. A marriage. She wanted to be his wife!

The dam broke!