Chapter 180: It Should’ve Been Me
Just moments ago, Yelena had been dreading Mika’s presence—haunted by the memory of last nightwhen he’d held her—his hands roaming her body, sliding over her butt, inching toward her breasts, his voice dripping with dirty promises about what he’d do to her, his eyes burning with lust instead of the gentle love she was used to, she’d felt unmoored.
He’d even put his mouth on her nipple, sucking lightly, a sensation so shocking she couldn’t forget it. And even after scrubbing herself raw in the shower, trying to wash away his touch, the ache lingered, as if his lips were still on her, branding her skin.
All day, she’d rubbed her nipple absentmindedly, like scratching a persistent itch, but the feeling wouldn’t fade.
It was as if Mika’s presence was etched into her body, a constant reminder of her own forbidden desires.
That’s why, when Mika returned home, she’d kept her distance, pulling away from every attempt he made to get close.
It wasn’t him she feared—it was herself, the way her body reacted to him, the inappropriate heat that flared when he looked at her.
She’d tried to distract herself all day, cleaning, cooking, gardening, even flying through the sky to clear her mind, but nothing worked. The memory of his hands, his mouth, his voice, clung to her like a shadow.
So she avoided him, kept her interactions brief, her voice clipped, desperate not to trigger the feelings simmering beneath her surface.
But when they’d spoken earlier, when he’d praised her cooking and acted like the playful, serious Mika she’d raised, she’d felt a wave of relief.
His normalcy grounded her, reminded her of the boy she loved as a son, not the man who’d stirred something dangerous in her. She’d focused on her cooking, determined to make a meal so good it would blow him away, to reclaim the familiar comfort of their old dynamic.
But that comfort shattered when she heard a sound from the sofa.
Turning, she saw Mika pounce on Charlotte, pinning her hands with a playful smile, and Yelena couldn’t help but smile back, assuming it was just their usual teasing.
She knew Mika always retaliated when Charlotte tattled, and she looked forward to seeing what silly punishment he’d devise, maybe a tickle fight or some nostalgic prank from their childhood.
It warmed her heart, a reminder of simpler times.
But her innocent hopes were obliterated when Mika didn’t tease Charlotte as expected.
Instead, he grabbed her t-shirt and yanked it off, leaving her upper body bare except for her bra. Yelena’s breath caught, her body jolting as if the floor had dropped beneath her.
She nearly stumbled, her mind reeling at the sight of her daughter’s naked torso.
’He’s just going to tickle her.’ She told herself, clinging to the thought. ’He took her shirt off to make it easier. That’s all.’
But then, to her utter disbelief, Mika hooked his fingers into Charlotte’s bra and ripped it off, her full, plump breasts spilling into the open, jiggling from the sudden motion.
Yelena’s heart stopped, her eyes widening as she took in the sight. Her daughter’s breasts were stunning, round, juicy, almost as large as her own despite Charlotte’s youth.
Yelena’s mind flashed back to years ago, when Charlotte’s chest was barely budding, a far cry from the voluptuous figure before her now. She’s grown so much, Yelena thought, a mix of pride and shock swirling in her chest.
’Her blessing must’ve done this, making her so...plump, so perfect. She’ll surpass me one day.’
But she shook her head, snapping herself out of it. That wasn’t the point, Mika had just stripped her daughter bare, and the glint in his eyes suggested something far dirtier than a playful tickle.
And the thing to note was...Yelena knew Mika and Charlotte were intimate—how could they not be, when he was the one managing her Venus Complex?
She’d always accepted it, even encouraged it, dreaming of Mika as her son-in-law, hoping Charlotte would secure his heart and settle her future.
The thought of them together, even in naughty ways, had never bothered her, after all, it was necessary, and Yelena wanted grandchildren, a family tied to Mika forever.
But this? This was different.
They weren’t behind closed doors, hidden away where such intimacy belonged. They were in her living room, mere feet from the kitchen, where she could see everything. And they knew she was watching, Mika’s earlier glance, Charlotte’s fleeting look toward her, proved it.
Yet they didn’t stop. They didn’t care.
Her shock deepened when Mika leaned down, his lips latching onto Charlotte’s nipple, sucking with a greedy passion that made Yelena’s face burn bright red.
She froze, her breath hitching, her mind screaming that this was a dream, a hallucination. She’d never seen such an intimate, brazen display between them, not like this, not so openly.
Her first instinct was to look away, to flee to another room, to busy herself with the stew and pretend this wasn’t happening. That’s what she’d always done, ignored their private moments, let them have their space.
But now, her feet wouldn’t move.
Her eyes were glued to the scene, to Mika’s mouth moving over Charlotte’s breasts, his hands groping them, pushing them into his face as if devouring her.
Charlotte’s moans filled the air, her body arching into him, her hands pulling him closer, and Yelena felt a wave of heat crash through her, unbidden and unwelcome.
It was wrong, so wrong. Mika was the boy she’d raised, practically her son. Charlotte was her daughter, her flesh and blood. She shouldn’t be watching this, shouldn’t feel this tightening in her chest, this warmth pooling in her lower half.
Yet her body betrayed her, her hips shifting unconsciously, rubbing against the edge of the marble counter as if seeking relief. Her breath quickened, her fingers trembling as she gripped the counter harder, her eyes locked on the passionate scene.
Mika’s tongue swirled over Charlotte’s nipple, his hands kneading her breasts, and Yelena’s mind flashed back to the previous night, his mouth on her nipple, his hands on her body, the lust in his eyes.
The memory merged with the sight before her, and she felt a shameful thrill, her body reacting despite her mind’s protests.
Mika’s greed also only intensified, his lips and tongue working Charlotte’s nipples with such fervor that the wet, sucking sounds reached Yelena’s ears, mingling with her daughter’s quiet moans.
Charlotte was trying to stifle them, her lips pressed together, but she failed, her breathy gasps spilling out as Mika’s tongue swirled and teased.
Yelena’s thoughts spiraled, growing more brazen with each sound.
’That’s what he would’ve done to me last night if Charlotte hadn’t interrupted.’
She thought, her mind flooded with the memory of Mika’s hands roaming her body.
’He’d have me on that sofa right now.’ She thought, her heart pounding. ’His mouth on my nipples, sucking me like a hungry baby, my body under his hands, moaning like Charlotte is.’
The thought was wrong, so wrong. Mika was her baby boy, the child she’d raised, the one who used to ride on her back, giggling as she carried him around.
But the image of him now, grown and commanding, his lips devouring Charlotte’s breasts with such enamored intensity, made her body burn with a desire she couldn’t deny.
’I-I want that.’ She admitted to herself, her inner voice trembling with shame and need. ’I want him to look at me like that, to suck me like I’m his only source of nourishment. I want to cradle his head, rub his back, and whisper, ’There, Mika, go slowly, there’s plenty for you.’’
The fantasy consumed her, her body flushing with sweat, her breath hitching as she imagined herself in Charlotte’s place, her breasts bared, Mika’s mouth claiming her with that same desperate hunger.
Without realizing it, her fingers drifted to her chest, rubbing her nipple through her dress, mimicking the sensation Charlotte was feeling. Her body was on fire, her thighs pressing together as she shifted, rubbing her crotch against the edge of the marble counter, the friction sending jolts of pleasure through her.
She’d forgotten the stew simmering on the stove, the kitchen, everything, her world narrowed to the scene before her.
Worse, she caught herself glaring at Charlotte, a pout forming on her lips, a surge of irrational jealousy twisting in her chest.
’If she hadn’t interrupted last night, that would be me.’ She thought bitterly. ’Mika would be sucking ’my’ breasts, not hers. She stole my place, my moment.’
The thought was absurd, she was Charlotte’s mother, she shouldn’t feel this way, but the unfairness gnawed at her, fueling her desire as she rubbed her nipple harder, her hips grinding subtly against the counter.
But then, the moment shifted.
Mika pulled back from Charlotte’s breasts, a wicked smile playing on his lips as he whispered something in her ear. And in response, Charlotte’s face turned flushed, her eyes darting to Yelena, who froze, her hands dropping from her chest in a panic, as if to protect her dignity.
Charlotte then looked back her expression was one of protest, her voice a soft whine. "Mika, no, we can’t...not that, not here..."
But he leaned in again, whispering something else, his voice low and commanding. Charlotte’s blush deepened, her eyes flickering with hesitation before she nodded, reluctantly agreeing to whatever he’d said.
’What was he planning?’ Her curiosity burned, her body still tingling from her own forbidden thoughts.
Then, to her utter shock, Mika sat up, his hands moving to the button of his pants. With a quick motion, he unfastened it and unzipped, revealing a massive bulge straining against his underwear.
Yelena’s breath caught, her eyes widening as she took in the sight. Even from the kitchen, she could see the sheer size of it—the outline thick and imposing, like a mountain barely contained by the fabric.
Her heart pounded, her mind screaming that this was wrong, that she shouldn’t be looking at Mika’s body this way, he was her son, the boy she’d raised. She should turn away, run to another room, hide from this forbidden sight.
But her feet wouldn’t move, her eyes locked on the bulge, her curiosity overwhelming her shame.
Her mind flashed back to a day years ago, when she and Charlotte had visited the zoo.
The went around the exhibits and she remembered when they laughed at the sight of an elephant’s massive penis, swinging like a third leg, a comical and shocking display.
Charlotte, ever the cheeky one, had blurted out, "It almost looks like Mika’s!" before clamping her hands over her mouth, stammering. "Never mind, forget I said that!"
Yelena had brushed it off then, chalking it up to Charlotte’s silly humor, but now, seeing the bulge in Mika’s pants, she knew her daughter hadn’t been exaggerating. The thought sent a fresh wave of heat through her, her body trembling as she leaned forward slightly, her breath shallow.
’Is it really that big?’ She wondered, her inner voice laced with both dread and fascination. ’I need to see it. I shouldn’t, but I have to know.’
The thought of what lay beneath that fabric consumed her, a forbidden fascination she couldn’t shake. She leaned forward further, her breath shallow, her eyes locked on the scene as Mika’s fingers hooked into the waistband of his underwear, pulling it down just enough to reveal a glimpse of dark pubic hair.
Yelena’s face burned, her anticipation spiking as she waited, her body betraying her with a desperate need to see the "monster" he was hiding.
Her mind screamed at her to stop, to look away, but the taboo allure held her captive, her heart racing as she imagined what was about to be revealed, her body aching with a desire she could no longer deny...