NOVEL ONLINE FREE Chapter 699: She Might Catch Us!
"Kafi!" She hissed, her voice a shocked whisper, her eyes darting to his cock, then to Olivia's sleeping form. "What are you doing? Put that away, right now!" Her hands flew to her chest, her body trembling with disbelief, her gaze flicking nervously between his erection and Olivia, her heart racing with panic.
"Why waste the moment, Mom?" Kafka chuckled, his hand wrapping around his cock, stroking it slowly, the motion alluring and teasing. "We're both awake, aren't we? Mom's out cold, and we've got this bed to ourselves. Might as well have a little fun, just you and me." His grin was lewd, his hand moving faster, the sight of his cock pulsing under his grip making Abigaille's breath hitch, her body warm despite her protests.
"Kafi, no, we can't!" She said, her tone desperate, her eyes wide with panic. "I know you're horny, you're always horny, but this isn't the time! Liv's right there, sleeping next to us! If we do anything now, she'll wake up, and then what? She'll see us, and it'll be a disaster! Please, put it away!" Her body leaned back slightly, her fingers digging into his skin, her heart pounding with embarrassment and fear.
But Kafka didn't comply as his hand slid to her back, his fingers deftly unhooking her bra, the fabric slipping off to let her massive, brown breasts spill onto his chest, heavy and warm, her nipples hardening in the cool air.
"Relax, Mom." He said, his voice calm but teasing, his hand cupping one breast, his thumb brushing her nipple, making her flinch. "Mom's a deep sleeper, you've said it yourself in the past."
"Hell, you even told that she slept through that little earthquake last year, didn't even stir when the windows rattled. And after everything tonight, driving, all that we did, she's gotta be wiped."
"...We could rock this bed like a damn boat, and she wouldn't budge." His fingers kneaded her breast, his cock still hard against her thigh, his grin daring her to give in.
Abigaille's cheeks burned, her body trembling under his touch, her thighs shifting nervously against his. "Kafi, it's too embarrassing!" She whispered, her voice a flustered rush, her hands pushing lightly against his chest, though her body didn't pull away. "I can't do that right in front of Liv! It's one thing when she's awake, but like this? Sneaking around while she's sleeping? That's too much!"
"...I'll help you out tomorrow, I swear, as much as you want, however you want, just not now!" Her fingers clutched his shoulders, her breasts pressing harder against his chest, her body warm with shame and reluctant arousal.
But Kafka's grin then faded, his gaze turning stern, his hand stilling on her breast, his voice low and unyielding.
"Mom..." He said, his tone firm, his eyes locking onto hers. "You've got two choices here. Either you get on top of me right now, since I can't move much with Mom holding me like a damn teddy bear, and ride my cock, nice and slow, or I wake Mom up and have her do it instead, with you watching. Your call, Mom." His hand squeezed her breast, his gaze solemn, leaving no room for argument.
Abigaille's breath caught, her body freezing, her mind spinning with panic. Both options were awful, each one a dizzying blend of shame and temptation, her heart racing as she weighed them.
Wake Olivia and watch her with Kafka? The thought made her stomach twist with jealousy and dread.
But ride him herself, right here, with Olivia inches away? The risk, the taboo thrill, sent a shameful heat through her body.
But after a moment's hesitation she seemed to have made her decision as her hands moved to her hair, tying it back in a messy bun, her body shifting as she climbed onto his lap, her thighs straddling his, her voice full of indignation and shyness.
"You're such a bully, Kafi." She whispered, her gaze flicking to his cock, then to Olivia's sleeping form, her body trembling with embarrassment. "Forcing your own mom to do something so shameful like this. No other son would dare make his mother do this, only a pervert like you would even think of it!"
Her hands rested on his chest, her pussy brushing his cock through her panties, the contact making her whimper softly.
Kafka's grin returned, his hand groping her breast, his fingers teasing her nipple, his voice warm and teasing. "And only a mom as gorgeous and sexy as you would let me." He said, his other hand sliding to her ass, squeezing the plump flesh. "Look at you, Mom, this body, these tits, that ass. No other mom loves her son enough to do this, to give him everything like you do. I'm damn grateful for you, you know that?"
Abigaille's cheeks flushed, a flicker of pride swelling in her chest at his praise, her body warming under his touch, her pussy growing wetter despite her protests.
"Hmph." She huffed, her voice a playful pout, her thighs shifting on his lap, her hands steadying herself on his chest. "You're lucky I'm so easygoing, Kafi, or you'd never get away with this. No other mom would put up with a son like you, demanding stuff like this in the middle of the night."
Her hips raised slowly, her body trembling as she hooked her fingers into her panties, pulling the fabric aside to reveal her dripping pussy, the slick folds glistening in the moonlight, clearly eager despite her words.
She then glanced at Kafka's gaze, then at Olivia, the excitement of doing this so close to her sleeping friend sending a jolt through her pussy, her body tingling with forbidden pleasure.
"You better be quiet..."
She whispered, her voice shaky, her hand covering her mouth as she aligned his cock with her entrance, the thick head brushing her folds, making her whimper.
And then finally, slowly, she sank down, his cock sliding into her pussy, stretching her tight walls, the sensation overwhelming despite her experience.
"Hmmm!♡~ Nnnn!♡~"
Her body trembled, her hand muffling a moan as she took him deeper, inch by inch, until his entire length was buried in her womb, the fullness making her thighs quake, her breasts bouncing softly against his chest.
Abigaille's breath hitched, her body shuddering, the massive size of his cock always a challenge, no matter how many times she'd taken it. She thanked her experience silently, knowing a less seasoned woman might've screamed or squirted on the spot, waking Olivia in a heartbeat.
Her hands then reached for Kafka's, seeking support, her fingers intertwining with his as she steadied herself, her pussy clenching around him, her body adjusting to the intrusion.
His gaze was fond, his hands warm and strong, and the sight of him looking at her with such affection made her heart flutter, her hips starting to rock gently, the motion slow and sensual, her breasts swaying with each thrust.
"You're such a bad boy." She whispered, her voice a blend of scolding and arousal, her legs flexing as she rode him, her pussy sliding up and down his cock, the wet sounds muffled by their closeness. "Making me do this right next to Liv, knowing she could wake up any second."
"...But you love this, don't you? The risk, the shame, all of it."
Her hips moved faster, her breasts bouncing against his chest, her hand still covering her mouth, stifling her moans, the thrill of Olivia's presence making every sensation sharper, more intense.
Kafka's hands gripped her hips, guiding her rhythm, his voice a low growl, his cock throbbing inside her. "Damn right, Mom." He said, his fingers digging into her ass, his hips bucking slightly to meet her thrusts. "I love seeing you like this, riding me, all shy but so fucking hot. And you're fucking perfect, Mom, giving me everything, even with Mom right there."
"...But you've got to admit that it makes it better, doesn't it? Knowing she might catch us?"
His lips brushed her nipple as she bent down, sucking gently, his tongue teasing the bud, making her whimper into her hand, her pussy clenching tighter around him.
Abigaille's body trembled hearing this, her thighs burning as she rode him, her breasts bouncing wildly, her pussy dripping around his cock, the bed creaking softly under their careful movements.
"You're awful, Kafi." She whispered, her voice shaky, her hips grinding down, taking him deeper, her body alight with pleasure and shame. "Making me feel like this, so good but so wrong. If Liv wakes up, I'll never forgive you, you hear me?"
Her words were a breathless scolding, but her hips didn't stop, her pussy milking his cock, the exhilaration of their secret fucking right beside her best friend driving her closer to the edge, their bodies locked in a forbidden lock of private parts in the quiet of the night...