Chapter 209: What’s Long, Hard, And Thick
Yelena squirmed beneath Mika, her hips twisting sideways in a futile attempt to escape the persistent pressure against her crotch.
But the more she moved, the more that hard, unyielding object pressed into her, sliding along her soaked folds through the thin fabric of her nightgown.
She told herself it was uncomfortable, awkward, something foreign—but the truth burned hotter: the sensation made her body flush, her pussy clenching with every grind.
It was strange, overwhelming, and maddeningly arousing, but she didn’t know why it was making her feel that way.
Still, it was awkward having it poke her and finally, out of desperation, she spoke to Charlotte using the swords.
"Charlotte, could you be a dear do me a favor?"
Charlotte perked up instantly, her grip on Yelena’s hand tightening. "Of course, Mama! Anything! Do you want water? Are you hungry? Wait—" She gave an awkward, apologetic smile. "I don’t know how I’d feed you with your mouth...occupied like that."
"No, no, it’s not really that." Yelena said, the sword-voice growing strained. She looked down at the point of pressure. "It’s just, for a while now, there’s something that keeps on pushing against my lower area. I’ve been trying to ignore it, but no matter what I do, it just keeps on pushing against me near my crotch area."
She continued, completely oblivious.
"I don’t know what it is. Maybe it’s Mika’s belt buckle—or maybe it’s some sort of the remote. It seems to be quite big and long, and I have no clue what Mika has in his pants over there."
"...So, could you just nudge it aside or take it away so that it would be more comfortable for me?"
Yelena expected Charlotte to agree immediately, as it was a simple request.
Instead, she was met with silence and when Yelena looked at her daughter—she was surprised to see Charlotte staring back with a pale and surprised look on her face, as if she couldn’t believe her mother was asking such a thing.
She looked at her as if she was wondering if her mother was simply joking, or if she genuinely didn’t understand what the object pushing against her was.
Yelena, confused, asked. "What’s wrong, Charlotte? Why are you looking at me like that? Did I say anything wrong? I know it will be difficult to take it out or push it away with both of our bodies pressed together like this, but it would be a huge favor if you did that, Charlotte."
Once again, Charlotte simply stared in disbelief until she finally shook her head and snapped out of her daze. She leaned closer towards Yelena, who was pinned beneath Mika.
"Mama, are you serious right now? Are you seriously asking me that question? Or...are you simply joking with me?"
Yelena was surprised by the accusation, as Charlotte forced a wry smile, though her eyes betrayed shock as she went on to say.
"I mean, we’re open with each other, but...this kind of joke? From you? You definitely know what’s pressing against you and you’re just teasing me, right?"
But Yelena shook her head, confusion etching her face.
"No, Charlotte, I’m not joking! There is something pushing into me, hard—and I need you to help! What’s wrong with that? Why are you reacting like this?" Her voice trembled as Mika’s hips ground against her, the object in question sliding along her slit, making her bite back a moan.
Charlotte studied her mother’s face, searching for a hint of deception, but found only honest bewilderment. Her jaw dropped slightly, and she let out a deep, exasperated sigh, rubbing her forehead.
Before Yelena could ask again, Charlotte leaned down, her expression shifting to one of pity, as if addressing a particularly innocent child.
"Mama...I already knew you were a virgin, and you’re...well, pure when it comes to naughty stuff. But still..." A wry smile tugged at her lips. "...can’t you figure out something this obvious? Even a high school kid would know what’s poking you right now."
Yelena was caught off guard by her daughter calling her a virgin, sputtering in frustration and confusion.
"W-What are you talking about, Charlotte?! Why are you calling your mother a...a virgin? It’s not something you should call your mother!" She fussed. "Just because you have a lot of experience doesn’t mean you can make fun of your own mother like this! It’s not fair!"
She cried, before demanding.
"And what exactly are you talking about? Stop speaking in riddles and just say what you have to say! I have no clue what you’re talking about! What exactly is this thing that’s pushing against her right now?"
Charlotte only gave her mother an even more pitiful look before sighing.
"Fine, Mama, fine. Even though this isn’t something that a daughter should be explaining to her mother, I’ll say it."
She then leaned closer to her mother as she tried to explain,
"Just think about what you said, Mama: it’s long, it’s hard, and it’s pushing against your crotch right now—meaning that it’s near Mika’s own crotch."
"Just think about what exactly is long, hard, and supposed to be there, and you’ll get the answer you need."
Charlotte left Yelena to find her own answer. Yelena, confused, thought about it for a second.
’What was long, hard, and supposed to be near Mika’s crotch?’
She thought about it over and over—before a look of utter horror and shock appeared on her face.
Her face paled as she tried to shake her head and deny the realization.
"No, no, no! There’s no way! There’s no way that can be true!" She said frantically. "I understand why you would think that—that it’s long, hard, and in that place of his body—so it’s only natural that you would think it’s that part of his body."
"...But it really is not! It can’t be that part of his body!"
Seeing her usually proud mother denying something so obvious, Charlotte found it quite laughable. She smiled, leaning down.
"Why not, Mama? When it’s so obvious, why can’t it be what you think it to be?"
Yelena immediately became frantic, trying to rationalize her denial.
"I mean, it’s obvious, isn’t it? Just the size alone makes it impossible to be what you said it is! Even though I can’t see it—I can definitely feel it against her thigh. It’s been brushing against her body for quite a while now, and with the way it’s been brushing against my thigh and my crotch, I can somehow get a size of it."
"It’s probably as big as my own forearm, maybe even bigger than that! It’s absolutely so long! There’s no way it can be that!"
Charlotte simply smiled and nodded her head.
"Go on, go on. You definitely have some other observations, right?"
"Yes!" Yelena nodded quickly. "Not only that, but it’s also absolutely thick as well! I can feel it pushing against my crotch and rubbing against me, and I can make a visualization of how thick it is!"
"That thing is basically the size of a baseball bat! It’s not physically possible for it to be that thick! If it really was something like that, it would absolutely ruin a woman if something like that went inside of her! There’s no way it can be true!"
Charlotte nodded again, savoring the moment.
"There’s probably one more thing, Mama. One more thing that you noticed."
"Yes, one last thing!" Yelena quickly added. "It’s the absolute hardness of it! It’s almost like it’s granite—like a rod of granite or steel! It’s absolutely like a solid piece of matter, not like flesh, blood, and all that stuff."
"It seems like it could even break a brick as long as it swings at it! With all these points in consideration, there’s no way it can be that, right? Right?"
She looked like she was begging Charlotte for confirmation that her denial was true.
But to her utter disbelief, horror, and shock, Charlotte simply gave her a wry smile and shook her head.
"Sorry, Mama, but unfortunately, even with all you said, I know for a fact it is exactly what you think...Those characteristics are exactly what I have in mind when I think of what you’re thinking right now."
Charlotte then leaned closer toward her ear, whispering the final, devastating confirmation:
"What’s pressing against you is most definitely...Mika’s hard, long, and thick cock."
Hearing the whispered truth, Yelena felt her soul almost leave her body.
Even though the evidence was overwhelming, she couldn’t believe it: the hard object pressing against her was actually her son’s own penis, rubbing intimately against her pussy.
Every time he thrust subtly, she could feel the thickness of it pushing and rubbing against her lips, making her hotter and hotter.
The fact that it was his penis all along baffled her, making her feel dizzy, like the world was spinning.