God of Milfs: The Gods Request Me To Make a Milf Harem

Kafka's smile widened, his innocence almost disarming as he continued.

"She's a great teacher, you know? So practical, so hands-on. I'm glad she did it"

"...Now I know all this stuff, and I won't make a fool of myself if I ever get a girlfriend."

He chuckled, oblivious to the storm of emotions his words unleashed in Olivia.

"I mean, how else would I learn? Books?...Nah, this was way better."

Olivia's head spun, her knees weak as she processed the depth of Abigaille's involvement, the way she'd shaped Kafka's understanding with such intimate, boundary-shattering lessons.

She turned to Abigaille, her voice dropping to a hushed, urgent whisper, as if she could keep the words from Kafka's ears.

"Abi, what are you doing with him?" She hissed, her eyes wide with disbelief. "Playing these...dirty games, taking advantage of his innocence like that?"

"It's not right, teaching him to touch you, to...to know your body like that!"

Her words were a desperate plea, her shame flaring at the thought of such brazen manipulation.

Abigaille's lips curled into a wry, almost incredulous smile, her eyes glinting with amusement.

Innocent?...The word struck her as absurd, given Kafka's sheer pervertedness, the subtle games he played with their desires.

But she saw an opportunity to tease, to push Olivia further into the web of their shared taboo.

"Oh, Olivia." She said, her voice a sultry murmur, laced with playful accusation. "You think I'm the bad one?"

"Look at you, standing here, dripping wet for your own son."

"You're just as guilty, just as...perverted."

She then leaned closer, her breasts brushing Olivia's, her tone dropping to a whisper.

"So, don't pretend you're above it. We're the same, you and I."

Olivia recoiled, her face flushing with indignation.

"I-I'm not the same!" She protested, her voice rising despite her effort to keep it low. "I didn't choose this!"

"I'm not....using his innocence for my own pleasure, like you are."

"I'm just caught up in this mess and never meant to feel this way!"

Her words were a frantic defense, an attempt to distance herself from the truth Abigaille so boldly laid bare to which Abigaille shook her head, her smile unwavering, her eyes gleaming with knowing delight.

"Not at all, Olivia." She said, her voice firm but teasing. "The moment you felt that first spark for Kafi, the moment your body responded to him, you changed."

"You're a mother with taboo desires, just like me...No excuse can erase that."

She then gestured toward Olivia's drenched underwear, her gaze pointed.

"...The evidence is right there, staring us in the face. You can't deny it, no matter how much you try."

Olivia's cheeks burned, her heart racing as Abigaille's words hit home. The truth was undeniable her arousal, her longing, was as real as Abigaille's, and no amount of protest could undo it.

"W-Why are you bullying me like this, Abi?" She stammered, her voice trembling with frustration. "You were never like this before, you were always so sweet and encouraging. Why are you so mean now and making me think of things that I shouldn't think about?"

Hearing this, Abigaille laughed, a soft, almost affectionate giggle, her eyes softening as she leaned closer.

"I'm not bullying you, Liv." She said, her tone warm but teasing. "I just don't like you denying what's so obvious, especially when I'm being so open about it."

"And honestly? You're adorable like this—all flustered, your cool, composed self falling apart. It's...delightful." Her smile turned mischievous, a spark of delight in her eyes. "I want to see more of it, see you squirm a little

Olivia's mouth fell open, her disbelief mounting, but before she could respond, Abigaille took it a step further, her sultry nature seizing the moment.

She looked down at Kafka, still crouched before them, his hands on their asses, and her voice dropped to a sultry, commanding purr.

"Kafi, remember how Mommy taught you to massage my clitoris?" She asked, her eyes glinting with intent.

Kafka slowly nodded, his gaze sharpening with interest, a sly smile tugging at his lips as he sensed where this was going.

"Oh, yeah." He said, his voice low and eager. "I remember."

Abigaille's smile widened, her eyes flicking to Olivia, whose face was a mask of horror.

"Well." She continued, her tone deceptively casual. "Olivia's feeling a bit...sore down there, like she told us, so, why don't you help her out, Kafi?"

"...Massage her clitoris, nice and thorough, until she's trembling, just like you do for me. Make her feel good."

Hearing this absurd request, Olivia's heart stopped, a strangled cry escaping her.

"Abigaille, no!" She gasped, her voice thick with panic. "You can't—Kafi, don't, that's too far!"

But before she could pull away, Kafka's expression shifted, a lewd, knowing grin spreading across his face, his innocence giving way to something darker, more deliberate.

"Of course." He said, his voice a low growl, his eyes locked on Olivia's drenched underwear. "Anything to take care of my mother."

Before she could react, his hand moved, two fingers pressing firmly against her clitoris through the soaked fabric, the sudden pressure sending a jolt of electricity through her body.

"Ohhhh!♡~ Ohhh!♡~"

Olivia's lips parted, a sharp moan escaping as her eyes widened, her body trembling under the unfamiliar, overwhelming sensation.

"K-Kafi, no!♡~" She cried, her voice frantic, her hands clutching his head as she tried to steady herself. "Not there, please, you can't—"

"Ahhh!♡~ Haughh!♡~ Mmm!♡~ Ahhh!♡~"

But her words dissolved into another moan as he began to rub, his fingers moving in a rapid, relentless rhythm, like a vibrator set to torment.

"Plop!♡~ Thwap!♡~ Slosh!♡~ Glug!♡~"

The friction was maddening, her clitoris pulsing under his touch, the wet fabric amplifying every sensation. Her knees buckled, her body quivering with ecstasy, a flood of pleasure she couldn't contain.

"Schlurp!♡~ Splish!♡~ Splat!♡~ Squish!♡~"

Abigaille watched, her smile a beautiful blend of amusement and triumph, her hand resting on Olivia's shoulder as if to anchor her.

"See?.." She murmured, her voice a teasing whisper. "It feels good, doesn't it? Let him take care of you, Liv. He's so good at it."

"Ahhh!♡~ Mmm!♡~ Hoooh!♡~ Ahh!♡~"

Olivia's moans grew louder, her body betraying her as she writhed against Kafka's fingers, her pussy throbbing with need.

"K-Kafi...stop!♡~ Don't touch your own mother like that!♡~ You can't!♡~"

She gasped, but her voice lacked conviction, her hands gripping his hair not to push him away but to hold on, to ground herself against the tidal wave of sensation.

"Gloop!♡~ Drip!♡~ Splurt!♡~ Plop!♡~"

His fingers were relentless, circling and pressing, the wet fabric sliding against her clit in a way that drove her to the edge of sanity. Her thighs trembled, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her body alight with a pleasure she'd never known.

"Thwap!♡~ Schlurp!♡~ Squish!♡~ Sploosh!♡~"

Kafka looked up at Olivia, his eyes glinting with satisfaction as he watched her flustered face, her cheeks flushed a deep crimson, her lips trembling as she fought to contain the storm of pleasure coursing through her. Her thighs quaked, her breath ragged, her body teetering on the edge of something explosive.

"Slosh!♡~ Splish!♡~ Glug!♡~ Squelch!♡~"

His fingers, still pressed against her clitoris through the soaked fabric of her underwear, slowed for a moment, giving her a fleeting chance to catch her breath.

"So, Mom..." He said, his voice low and teasing, a playful innocence masking the intensity of the moment. "So, how does it feel? You like how my fingers move?"

"Mom taught me this trick—said when she's tired, a massage down here always perks her right up."

"Makes her look so satisfied after, like she's floating."

"...Are you feeling that too? Want me to go faster?"

Olivia's mind was a mess, her body ablaze with an ecstasy she'd never known, a deep, primal pleasure building from somewhere within, vivid and overwhelming.

She could feel it—a release so potent it threatened to unravel her completely, to spill out in a way that would leave her exposed, humiliated.

Her hands clutched his hair, her voice desperate as she gasped. "No, Kafi, no need!♡~ Please, stop this is enough, more than enough!♡~"

Her words were a frantic plea, her body trembling as she tried to hold back the tide, to preserve what little dignity she had left.

But Abigaille, standing close, her curves pressed against Olivia's, wasn't about to let her retreat. Her lips curled into a sly, knowing smile, as she leaned in, her voice a sultry murmur that cut through Olivia's panic.

"Oh, come on, Olivia." She said, her tone teasing but firm. "You're lying, holding back because you don't want Kafi to work too hard."

"So, don't be shy he's doing this for you, for all the love you've given our family...Let him give you a proper massage."

Her eyes flicked to Kafka, a silent command passing between them.

"Go faster, Kafi. Don't hold back. Make her feel it all!"

Kafka's grin widened, a spark of mischief in his eyes as he obeyed.

"You got it, Mom." He said, his voice eager, almost reverent. His fingers pressed deeper, finding the hard, needy bud of her clitoris through the wet fabric, and began to rub with a fervent intensity, his movements rapid and relentless.

"Splat!♡~ Plop!♡~ Thwap!♡~ Gloop!♡~"

The rubbing was sensational, her pussy vibrating under his touch, her lower lips trembling as the sounds of her wetness grew louder, a slick, obscene symphony that filled the room.

"Schlurp!♡~ Splurt!♡~ Drip!♡~ Sploosh!♡~"

Olivia's body also betrayed her, her hips bucking involuntarily, her moans spilling out despite her efforts to contain them.

The taboo of it all her son's fingers on her most intimate place, Abigaille's watchful gaze—ignited a fire she couldn't quench, a pleasure so raw it consumed her.

She gripped his hair tighter, her voice a broken cry.

"Kafi, no, not there!♡~" She gasped, her hands tugging at his head, not to push him away but to anchor herself against the overwhelming sensation. "You shouldn't...oh, God, you can't..."

"Ahhh!♡~ Ahhhhh!♡~ Haughh!♡~"

But her protests were drowned by another moan, her body shuddering as the pressure built, a tidal wave she could no longer hold back.

"Schlurp!♡~ Splurt!♡~ Drip!♡~ Sploosh!♡~"

The ecstasy was too much—his skilled fingers, the forbidden thrill of his touch, Abigaille's knowing presence—it all collided, and with a loud, desperate moan, Olivia surrendered.

"Thwap!♡~ Schlurp!♡~ Squish!♡~ Sploosh!♡~"

Her body convulsed, her pussy twitching as she squirted, a torrent of liquid soaking her panties, dripping down her thighs, and pooling on the floor below.

"Slosh!♡~ Splish!♡~ Glug!♡~ Squelch!♡~"

Her mouth hung open, panting, her eyes wide as she clung to her son's head for balance, her orgasm deep and shattering, leaving her trembling in it's wake and not knowing how her son was going to react to seeing his own mother flood her underwear in her love juices...