Chapter 179: Let Your Mother Watch
Charlotte’s gulped, a shiver running through her. She knew that look, he was plotting payback for her snitching. Her playful grin faltered, and she shifted, ready to bolt from the sofa and hide behind Yelena for protection.
But before she could move, Mika pounced, pinning her to the couch. His body loomed over her, one hand restraining both of hers above her head, leaving her helpless.
His smile was cruel, like a predator who’d caught a bunny in his trap.
"You’ve always done this, Charlotte." He said, his voice low and teasing. "Whenever I do something even slightly wrong, you run to Yelena, tattle, and get me in trouble. You love watching me get scolded while you sit there giggling like the little devil you are."
Charlotte squirmed, her face flushing. "M-Mika, wait—"
"I thought you’d grown out of it, that you’d finally matured. But nope, you’re still the same old brat, the same old rattletail." He smirked, his eyes gleaming. "Which means I’m still the same old Mika, the one who makes sure to get payback when you snitch."
"No, Mika, no! I’m sorry, I’m so sorry! It’s not like I wanted to tattle, it was just...the news was so juicy, I had to tell Mama!" She shook her head frantically, her voice pleading. "I tell her everything that happens in my life, always! It’s her fault—she makes me spill everything about school right after!"
But Mika’s smirk didn’t waver.
"Those are just excuses, Charlotte, and you know it. Your real goal is mischief. You love causing trouble, then hiding behind the scenes to watch the drama unfold. And for what you did, you deserve a little punishment, just like always."
Charlotte’s eyes widened, her voice trembling.
"Mika, no, please! I’m sorry, I won’t do it again, I swear!"
But seeing his unyielding expression, she switched tactics, her face hardening with a threatening glare.
"You better think about this, Mika! Think twice. Mama’s watching right now, and if you do anything to me—she’ll intervene. She’ll do more than pull your ear!"
But to her surprise, Mika’s smile only widened, his eyes glinting with mischief.
"Wow, Charlotte. Not only do you tattle to your mother, but you’re using her to threaten me too? I was just gonna doodle on your face with those markers of yours, maybe draw a mustache or some flowers."
"But now? Now you’ve earned something more...severe."
Her face paled, panic setting in. "B-But Mika, Mama’s watching! She’ll punish you for whatever you do to me!"
He leaned in close, his lips brushing her ear as he whispered. "Let her watch. Let her see what I’m about to do to her daughter."
Charlotte’s eyes went wide, her voice a squeak. "W-What are you—"
Before she could finish, Mika grabbed her baggy t-shirt and yanked it off in one swift motion, leaving her upper body bare except for her bra. Her cheeks flushed crimson...but he didn’t stop there.
His fingers hooked into her bra, pulling it off with a rough tug, her full, juicy breasts spilling into the open, jiggling from the sudden motion. Her nipples stood tall and proud, swaying enticingly, the sight mesmerizing.
Charlotte gasped, her hands flying to cover her chest, her voice desperate. "Mika, please! Let’s go to a room or something! We can do whatever you want there, but not here, Mama’s watching! She’s seeing all of this!"
Mika chuckled, his voice low and teasing.
"That’s the point, Charlotte. If we went to a room, you’d enjoy it too much, it’d be a reward...But here? Out in the open, where your own mother can see?...That’s humiliating. That’s what you get for snitching."
He grabbed her wrists, pulling them away from her chest, exposing her breasts fully.
Then, with a sultry grin, he leaned down and latched onto one nipple, sucking greedily, his tongue swirling over the sensitive peak.
"Lick!♡~ Mmph!♡~ Ahh!♡~ Suck!♡~"
Charlotte’s voice broke through a moan, her face flushed with embarrassment and arousal.
"N-No, Mika, no! Please, stop! Mama’s watching, she’s watching from the kitchen! She’s seeing you...lick my nipples like that!"
Her words were desperate, but her body betrayed her, arching slightly as a shiver of pleasure ran through her.
"Mmm!♡~ Ahhh!♡~ Slurp!♡~ Nnn!♡~"
His tongue moved expertly, hitting every sensitive spot, making her body warm and pliant despite her protests. She couldn’t deny it, she felt good, so good, the sensation of his mouth on her breasts igniting a fire she hadn’t felt in a while.
Mika pulled back slightly, his lips glistening, his smirk unyielding.
"I don’t care, Charlotte. I don’t care at all. You should’ve thought of that before pulling your little pranks." His voice was low, teasing, but carried a sharp edge. "Back when we were kids, I’d punish you with silly stuff, making you do a dance or squats on the floor. But we’re grown up now, aren’t we? Time for more...adult methods."
He leaned down again, sucking her other nipple, his hands kneading her full, juicy breasts, pushing them into his mouth as she moaned louder, her fingers twitching in his grip.
"Ahh!♡~ Suck!♡~ Mmph!♡~ Lick!♡~"
Charlotte’s hands instinctively moved, wanting to pull his hair and push him away, but instead, she found herself pressing him closer, her body craving more despite her embarrassment.
"Mika..." She whimpered, her voice trembling. "This is so embarrassing...Mama’s right there, watching us..."
But even as she spoke, the pleasure was undeniable, her nipples hardening under his relentless attention. It had been too long since Mika had touched her like this, and her body was responding eagerly, betraying her protests.
"Mmph!♡~ Mmm!♡~ Slurp!♡~ Ahhh!♡~"
Mika groaned low against her chest, lips dragging across the swell of her tit as he tongued the peak, hot and wet and relentless.
"Goddamn, Charlotte...these fucking tits."
His voice was thick with lust, and he squeezed both handfuls of her breasts like he couldn’t believe they were real, thumbs brushing across her nipples just to hear her gasp again.
"So fucking fat." He growled, biting lightly at one. "Look at these, just look at them. Heavy, fucking obscene." He jiggled them shamelessly in his hands, watching the way they bounced, how they filled his palms and spilled over. "They’re so goddamn big I can barely get my fingers around ’em."
He sucked one nipple in deep, slurping, letting it pop wetly from his mouth before glancing up at her, grin crooked, eyes dark.
"How the fuck do you even fit these into a bra?"
His grip tightened slightly, thumbs pressing into the undercurve where the weight pulled.
"Seriously. You’ve got to mash ’em in, don’t you?" His voice dipped, low and slow like syrup. "Do you lift one at a time? Pull the cup over and just...stuff it in? Does it fight you? Do they bulge out the top all tight and aching, just begging to be let out?"
Charlotte’s cheeks burned, but she couldn’t help responding, her voice flustered but playful.
"I-It’s hard, okay? It’s a struggle every day." She glanced down at him, her hazy gaze meeting his. "But I’ve gotten used to it. The trick is letting out all the air in your lungs to deflate your chest, then latching the bra on quick before breathing again. Works like a charm...Mama taught me that one."
Mika’s brow arched, a sly grin spreading across his face as he flicked one nipple, then the other, drawing a soft gasp from her.
"Oh? So Yelena’s the one who taught you that trick? Guess she had the same struggles as you, huh?"
Charlotte nodded shyly, her voice soft.
"O-Of course. Mama’s got big boobies just like mine. They’re about the same size, you know. She had the same problems back in the day, so she came up with that method to make it easier."
Mika’s grin turned mischievous, his hands groping her breasts as he twisted her nipples gently, making her squirm as he asked,
"Is that so? So you’re saying you and Yelena have the same rack? If I close my eyes and you stay quiet, it’d be like I’m sucking on her breasts, wouldn’t it? Her nipples in my mouth, just like this."
"Mika, that’s so dirty!" Charlotte moaned, her face flushing deeper as she shook her head. "You can’t think like that! Mama’s...she’s off-limits! She practically raised you, there’s no way you can think of her like that...That’s too much, even for you!"
Her voice was indignant, but there was a tremor in it, a hint of curiosity that betrayed her words.
"Oh, come on, Charlotte." Mika didn’t relent, his hands rubbing her breasts, his thumbs circling her nipples. "Some things are taboo, sure, but you can’t help but think about it."
"Picture it, just for a second. Yelena, with breasts just like yours, lying here on this couch, getting the same treatment. Me sucking her nipples, making her squirm, while you watch from the kitchen."
Charlotte’s eyes widened, her body tensing as the image flashed through her mind.
The thought repulsed her at first, her mother, her closest kin, the woman who’d raised her, in such an intimate position.
But then, something shifted.
Unlike any other woman, Yelena wasn’t just anyone—she was her beloved mother, someone she felt an unbreakable bond with. The idea of her in Charlotte’s place, feeling the same pleasure, stirred something unexpected.
It was wrong, taboo, but it turned her on, her body warming further as she squirmed beneath Mika.
"No, no, no, that’s so naughty." She protested, her voice breathy. "You can’t think like that!"
But then speeked down at him, her cheeks burning, her voice dropping to a shy whisper.
"But...it is kind of hot, isn’t it? Just a little..."
Her words trailed off as she glanced toward the kitchen, needing to know if her mother was watching.
And to her shock, Yelena was watching—her face flushed, her eyes wide with a blend of disbelief and something else, something unreadable.
Their gazes locked for a moment, mother and daughter staring at each other, the air thick with tension. Then, both turned away in a flustered panic—Yelena busying herself with the stove, Charlotte’s breath hitching as she squirmed under Mika.
Mika, sensing her distraction, went back to sucking her nipples, his hands groping her breasts as he spoke in a low, dirty tone.
"You’re such a naughty little succubus, Charlotte. Always causing trouble, seducing everyone with these gorgeous breasts of yours. You know you drive people crazy, don’t you? Parading around with these, teasing everyone."
Charlotte relented, her protests melting into playful banter as she leaned into the pleasure, pulling him closer.
"Oh, shut up, Mika." She teased, her voice breathy but cheeky. "You’re the one who can’t keep your hands off me. These breasts? They’re all for you, you know. I don’t care about anyone else, just you."
She arched her back, pressing her breasts into his mouth, her embarrassment fading as she gave in to the moment.
"Go on, keep sucking. You love it, don’t you? You can’t get enough of me."
Mika chuckled against her skin, his tongue flicking her nipple.
"Damn right I do. These are too perfect to resist. And you? You’re loving every second of this, aren’t you? Moaning like that, even with your mama watching."
Charlotte’s face flushed, but she didn’t deny it, her voice playful as she shot back.
"M-Maybe I am. Maybe I like being your naughty little devil. What are you gonna do about it, huh? Keep punishing me like this? ’Cause I’m not complaining." She giggled, her hands tugging Mika closer, her body fully surrendering to the heat of the moment.
Her protests had melted entirely, replaced by a eager abandon as she arched her back, pushing her breasts further into his mouth.
"Mika, come on." She murmured, her voice husky with need. "Suck me harder...deeper. Don’t stop, you jerk. Make me feel it."
Her fingers tightened in his hair, urging him on, her hips squirming as she lost herself in the pleasure, completely forgetting Yelena’s presence in the kitchen.
"Mmph!♡~ Mmm!♡~ Slurp!♡~ Ahhh!♡~"
Her moans also grew louder with her acceptance of the situation, her body trembling under Mika’s relentless attention, his tongue swirling over her nipples with expert precision.
"God, Mika, you’re too good at this!♡~" She gasped, her voice a mix of teasing and raw desire. "Keep going, suck me deeper, make me lose my mind!♡~"
She was too wrapped up in the sensation, the way his lips and hands claimed her, to care about anything else. The world narrowed to just the two of them, her mother’s watchful eyes fading into the background as she surrendered to the heat coursing through her.
Meanwhile, Yelena stood frozen in the kitchen, her hands gripping the edge of the counter so tightly that the granite was slowly starting to crack.
Her face was a storm of emotions—shock, embarrassment, and something deeper, something she couldn’t name...