God of Milfs: The Gods Request Me To Make a Milf Harem-Chapter 653: Show Me Your Submission

Kafka's lips curled into a slow, satisfied smile, his eyes glinting with victory as he reached out, his hand cupping her cheek, mirroring the gesture he'd given Abigaille.

"That's my girl..." He murmured, his voice rich with approval, his thumb brushing over her lips, sending a jolt of heat through her. "Both of you, my beautiful mothers, giving yourselves to me. There's nothing more I could ever want."

Abigaille let out a soft, delighted laugh, her body shifting closer, her breasts pressing harder against Kafka's chest as she nuzzled his shoulder.

"Oh, sweetie..." She purred, her voice dripping with adoration. "You make us so happy, you know? Knowing that we're yours, that we can give you everything—it's all we've ever wanted."

Her hand slid up his chest, fingers tracing lazy circles, her devilish energy amplifying the intimacy of the moment, making the air hum with desire.

Olivia, still trembling from her confession, felt Kafka's hand slide back to her waist, pulling her closer, his grip firm and possessive. The warmth of his touch, the weight of his claim, grounded her, and she leaned into him, her body yielding to the safety of his dominance.

She glanced at Abigaille, their eyes meeting briefly, and saw a flicker of understanding, a shared surrender that bound them together under Kafka's rule.

"You're mine..." Kafka repeated, his voice a low growl, his hands roaming over their bodies, claiming every curve, every inch. "...and I'm never letting go."

The promise was a vow, sealing them in a world where love, desire, and possession intertwined, and as Olivia melted into his touch, she knew there was no turning back.

Kafka's eyes gleamed with unrestrained satisfaction, his possessive gaze over Abigaille and Olivia as they lay pressed against him, their bodies yielding to his will, their spirits tamed by the sheer force of his dominance.

The sight of his mothers—once pillars of nurturing authority now trembling under his command, their submissive devotion laid bare, filled him with a primal joy that thrummed through his veins.

He couldn't help himself; the happiness bubbling within him demanded expression, and his hands moved with swift intent, delivering a firm, resounding slap to each of their plump asses.

Slap!~

Slap!~

The sharp cracks echoed through the room, drawing simultaneous whimpers from Abigaille and Olivia, their bodies jolting at the sudden sting, their cheeks jiggling enticingly.

"Good girls..." Kafka purred, his voice a low, approving growl, dripping with authority. "Both of you are very good girls for submitting to me...You've made your son so proud."

His hands lingered, fingers kneading the soft flesh he'd just struck, savoring the warmth radiating from their skin.

"I promise you, you'll never regret giving yourselves to me. I'm going to show you what it means to have a son—the best son in the world."

"I'll please your hearts, your bodies, in ways you can't even dream of and I'm going to make sure you feel it, every single day."

Olivia's mind reeled at his words, her thoughts spiraling into forbidden territory.

Please their bodies in ways they couldn't imagine?

The phrase sent a shiver of anticipation through her, her imagination igniting with vivid, illicit images—bedrooms bathed in dim light, tangled sheets, the press of his body against hers in ways no mother should ever envision.

Her cheeks flushed, her pussy throbbing with a need she couldn't suppress, and she fought to anchor herself, to focus on the present moment.

But before she could gather her thoughts, Kafka's gaze snapped downward, locking onto both women with a commanding intensity that made her breath hitch.

"I want to see it..." He said, his voice firm, leaving no room for hesitation. "I want proof of your submission, proof that you're truly mine, that you'll do whatever I say."

His hands slid to their asses again, fingers sinking into the plush curves as he squeezed, his touch both possessive and demanding.

"Shake them...Shake those fat asses on me like your lives depend on it."

"Make them clap so loud the whole house hears it."

"Jiggle them, twerk them, give me everything you've got...Now."

Olivia gulped, a wave of shock crashing over her.

The command was brazen, degrading, a line no son should cross with his mothers. She should have been outraged, should have pushed back, asserted her role as the one in control.

But his eyes, those dark, unyielding eyes held her captive, stripping away her resolve. Her throat tightened, her voice lost to the weight of his dominance.

She glanced at Abigaille, seeking some anchor, some sign of resistance, but found only a knowing smile, a glint of eager compliance in her love-tinged eyes.

Their gazes locked, and in that fleeting moment, an unspoken understanding passed between them.

They were his, utterly and completely, and there was no turning back.

Abigaille took the lead, her movements fluid and confident as she turned her head to Kafka, her voice a sultry murmur.

"Yes, Kafi..." She said, her tone laced with devotion, her eyes shimmering with love. "Anything for you, my sweet boy."

She shifted her hips, her body arching as she began to twerk, her fat ass cheeks slamming together with a wet slap that reverberated through the room.

"Smack!♡~ Smack!♡~ Smack!♡~ Mmmm!♡~ Smack!♡~ Aaaah!♡~ Ughh!♡~ Nnn!"

The sound was obscene, primal, each clap a testament to her surrender, her desire to please him.

Her hips rolled with practiced ease, her ass jiggling against his thigh, the motion grinding her pussy against him in a way that made her breath hitch, her arousal evident in the flush creeping up her neck.

"Smash!♡~ Slap!♡~Slap!♡~ Bang!♡~ Slap!♡~ Smack!♡~ Nnm!"

Olivia on the other hand hesitated, her body trembling with uncertainty.

This was wrong—humiliating, taboo, a violation of everything she'd been taught about motherhood.

But the pull of Kafka's command, the heat of his gaze, was undeniable.

She felt Abigaille's intensity beside her, heard the relentless clapping of her cheeks, and knew she had no choice but to follow.

Swallowing her pride, she began to move, her hips awkward at first, unpracticed in such brazen display. But her ass, so full and heavy, needed little skill to perform.

"Slap!♡~Slap!♡~ Bang!♡~ Ooh!♡~ Ungh!♡~ Slap!♡~Slap!♡~ Nmm!"

With each slow thrust, her cheeks slammed together, the sound loud and unapologetic, mingling with Abigaille's to create a cacophony of submission that filled the room.

"Ohhh!♡~ Slap!♡~ Mmh!♡~ Slap!♡~ Aaah!♡~ Ughhh!♡~ Smack!♡~ Smack!♡~ Nmm!♡~"

Their eyes met Kafka's, wide and trembling, brimming with a vulnerability that bordered on reverence.

Their hips moved in tandem, their crotches grinding against his thick, unyielding thighs, the friction sending sparks of pleasure through their bodies.

"Smack!♡~ Smack!♡~ Smack!♡~ Mmmm!♡~ Smack!♡~ Aaaah!♡~ Ughh!♡~ Nnn!"

The sight was unthinkable—a son commanding his mothers to debase themselves, their bodies writhing for his pleasure and yet, for Olivia, the shame was eclipsed by a growing, undeniable excitement.

"Smash!♡~ Slap!♡~Slap!♡~ Bang!♡~ Slap!♡~ Smack!♡~ Nnm!"

Each time her ass clapped, each time her lower body pressed against Kafka's thigh, a jolt of arousal surged through her, her movements growing bolder, more aggressive. She wanted to feel him, to lose herself in the rhythm, to prove her devotion in this most primal way.

Abigaille matched her intensity, her succubus nature fueling her fervor, her ass clapping harder, faster, as if she could pour her love for Kafka into every motion.

"Like this, Kafi?!♡~" She gasped, her voice breathless, her eyes locked on his. "Is this what you want!♡~ Your mother's ass, shaking for you, giving you everything!♡~"

Her hips snapped, the wet slaps growing louder, her body trembling with the effort to please him.

"Slap!♡~Slap!♡~ Bang!♡~ Ooh!♡~ Ungh!♡~ Slap!♡~Slap!♡~ Nmm!"

Kafka's smile was one of pure, unadulterated satisfaction, his eyes glinting with pride as he watched his mothers perform for him. He leaned back, his hands sliding to the backs of their heads, fingers threading through their hair as he caressed them gently, almost tenderly.

"That's it..." He murmured, his voice a soothing rumble, rich with approval. "That's good, my baby girls. You're doing such a good job, satisfying your son's desires."

"...You're the best mothers any son could ever ask for."

His words were a balm, a reward for their submission, and he pulled them closer, guiding their heads to his chest, his arms wrapping around them in a tight, possessive embrace.

"Ohhh!♡~ Slap!♡~ Mmh!♡~ Slap!♡~ Aaah!♡~ Ughhh!♡~ Smack!♡~ Smack!♡~ Nmm!♡~"

Their faces pressed against his warm skin, the steady thump of his heartbeat filling their ears as they continued to shake their asses, the claps and slaps echoing relentlessly.

"Keep going." He urged, his voice a low command, laced with delight. "Shake those asses for me. I'm loving this sight, my beautiful mothers giving themselves to me like this...Don't stop."

Olivia's cheek rested against his chest, the rhythm of his heart grounding her even as her hips moved, her ass clapping with a fervor she hadn't known she possessed.

The taboo of it all the knowledge that she was crossing lines no mother should cross—gnawed at the edges of her mind, but the warmth of Kafka's body, the strength of his embrace, drowned it out.

She felt like a woman in the arms of her man, not a mother comforting her son, and the realization didn't repulse her.

It thrilled her, her body humming with a forbidden desire that made her press closer, her breasts squishing against him, her ass smacking louder as she surrendered to the moment.

"Slap!♡~Slap!♡~ Bang!♡~ Ooh!♡~ Ungh!♡~ Slap!♡~Slap!♡~ Nmm!"

Abigaille mirrored her, her cheek nestled against Kafka's other side, her hips rolling with relentless energy, her ass clapping in perfect sync with Olivia's.

"Oh, Kafi!♡~" She moaned softly, her voice muffled against his skin. "I love this!♡~ I love being yours, giving you what you want!♡~ Your heartbeat...it's everything!♡~"

Her body trembled, her arousal evident in the way she ground against him, her lustful voice amplifying the intensity of every touch, every sound.

"Ohhh!♡~ Slap!♡~ Mmh!♡~ Slap!♡~ Aaah!♡~ Ughhh!♡~ Smack!♡~ Smack!♡~ Nmm!♡~"

Kafka's hands roamed, stroking their backs, their waists, their asses, his fingers occasionally slipping beneath the thin fabric of their underwear, teasing the sensitive skin with a boldness that made them gasp.

"This is what life is all about..." He said, his voice thick with adoration, his eyes drinking in the sight of their jiggling cheeks, their flushed faces. "My mothers, my baby girls, shaking your asses for me, letting me touch you like this...This is what it means to be mine."

His fingers dipped lower, grazing the damp heat between their thighs, drawing soft whimpers from both women as they writhed against him, their bodies alight with need.

The night had transformed, a free union of love and care twisting into a tapestry of forbidden desires, woven with the threads of submission and possession.

Olivia, caught in the throes of her son's embrace, felt her world shift, her identity as a mother blurring into something deeper, something wilder.

She didn't fight it...She couldn't.

Not when his touch felt like home, not when his voice promised a pleasure she'd never dared to imagine. And as she twerked, her ass clapping, her body pressed against his, she let herself fall, trusting that Kafka—her son, her man would catch her...