God of Milfs: The Gods Request Me To Make a Milf Harem-Chapter 661: We’re The Same

As the last of her release flowed out, Olivia's mind reeled, a wave of shame crashing over her. She was a dirty mother, indulging in acts with her son that no mother should, her body betraying her in the most undeniable way.

Kafka, still crouched before her, stared at the sight—her leaking pussy, the glistening trails on her thighs with wide, innocent eyes. He then wiped his wet fingers on his palm, his voice full of awe and curiosity.

"Wow, Mom." He said, his tone almost childlike. "You're really sweaty, huh? That little massage made you sweat buckets."

"...Felt that good, didn't it, to let it all out like that?"

Olivia's face burned, her heart sinking as she met his gaze, the innocence in his eyes making her want to vanish from embarrassment.

"K-Kafi..." She stammered, her voice barely audible. "Don't...don't say that..."

But before she could say more, Abigaille's voice cut in, sharp and teasing.

"Now, Kafi, don't tease your mom like that." She said, her tone playful but with a protective edge. "She's sensitive about her...sweating. You'll make her feel bad."

She then leaned closer to Olivia, her breath hot against her ear as she whispered, her voice a seductive purr.

"It's obvious now, isn't it? You're just like me, Liv. No denying it anymore." Her smile turned wicked, her eyes glinting with victory. "And if you try to deny it, I'll just tell Kafi to finger you again, make you pour out another one."

"...You want that, hmm? Another round to prove you're as perverted as I am?"

Olivia's eyes widened, panic surging through her. Her body was already spent, her legs trembling, barely able to hold her up. Another round would break her.

"No, no, please!" She whispered, her voice desperate, her cheeks flaming. "I...I admit it, okay? I have feelings for Kafi, feelings no mother should have."

"I'm...I'm just as bad as you, just as perverted. We're both horrible mothers, doing this with our son."

Her confession spilled out, raw and trembling, her shame laid bare as she surrendered to the truth and Abigaille's laughter was soft, almost tender.

But before Olivia could brace for more teasing, she was enveloped in a warm, unexpected embrace. Abigaille's soft body pressed against hers, their breasts squishing together, the contact intimate and grounding.

"Oh, Olivia." Abigaille whispered, her voice gentle, devoid of mockery. "You're not a horrible mother...Not at all."

She pulled back slightly, her eyes meeting Olivia's with a sincerity that caught her off guard.

"I mean, it's inevitable, isn't it? Falling for Kafi? He's too handsome, too charming, too...irresistible."

"There's nothing wrong with feeling this way when he's such an amazing son...We're lucky to have him, to love him like this."

The words, though strange and unconventional, wrapped around Olivia like a warm blanket, easing the guilt that had clawed at her heart. For the first time, she felt a flicker of acceptance, a warmth that made her forbidden desires seem less monstrous.

Abigaille's hand brushed her arm, her gaze softening further. "Later, when Kafi's not around, we'll talk more." She promised, her voice low and conspiratorial. "About how this works, how we make it work as a family. It's...complicated, but we'll figure it out together."

"..For now, though, let me show you I'm just as much a part of this as you are."

With a final, knowing glance at Olivia, Abigaille turned her attention to Kafka, still crouched before them, his hands resting on their hips.

Her voice dropped to a sultry, assertive purr, her seductiveness.flaring with intent. "Kafi." She said, her eyes locked on his. "I'm feeling a bit sore too, you know. Down there."

"...So, can you do for me what you did for Olivia? Make me feel good, just like you made her feel?"

Kafka's eyes widened, a surprised but delighted grin spreading across his face. He'd overheard their whispered exchange, sensed the undercurrents of their confessions, and it aligned perfectly with the game he was playing, the goal he was steering them toward.

"Of course, Mom." He said, his voice eager, his hands already moving to her hips. "I'll make you feel just as good as Mom did...Better, even."

Abigaille's smile was sultry, her body arching slightly as she positioned herself, her drenched purple underwear glistening under the light and Kafka's fingers found her clitoris through the wet fabric, pressing firmly.

And then just like that he began to rub, his movements frantic, pinching and stroking with a fervor that made Abigaille's breath hitch, her hips bucking against his hand.

"Plop!♡~ Thwap!♡~ Slosh!♡~ Glug!♡~

"Oh, Kafi!♡~" She moaned, her voice a sultry drawl, unashamed and reveling in the pleasure. "That's it, baby. Rub Mommy's pussy just like that. It feels so good, having your fingers on me, working me like this."

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

Olivia watched, her eyes wide with disbelief, her body still trembling from her own climax. The sight of Kafka fingering Abigaille, his mother, with such unabashed enthusiasm, was staggering, a taboo spectacle that both horrified and enthralled her.

"Kafi..." She whispered, her voice barely audible, but neither of them paid her any mind, lost in their own dance of pleasure.

"Gloop!♡~ Drip!♡~ Splurt!♡~ Plop!♡~"

Kafka's fingers moved faster, his thumb circling Abigaille's clit, his other hand gripping her ass to steady her.

"Feels good, Mom?" He asked, his voice full of innocence and hunger, his eyes fixed on her flushed face. "Am I doing it right? Servicing you properly, making you happy?"

His questions were earnest, but the way his fingers worked, relentless and precise, betrayed a deeper intent, a desire to push her to the edge.

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

"Ahhh!♡~ Ohhh!♡~ Ahnnn!♡~ Mmm!♡~"

Abigaille's moans grew louder, her body writhing under his touch, her pussy pulsing with need.

"Oh, yes, Kafi!♡~" She gasped, her voice thick with desire, her hips grinding against his hand. "You're doing so good, baby!♡~ Your fingers on my pussy, rubbing my clit like that, it's perfect!♡~"

"...Keep going, make Mommy feel so good!♡~"

Her words were dirty, unfiltered, a obvious contrast to Kafka's innocent tone, and the difference sent a shiver through Olivia, her own arousal flaring despite her exhaustion.

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

Kafka's grin widened, his fingers pinching and stroking with renewed vigor, the wet sounds of Abigaille's pussy filling the room, a slick counterpoint to her moans.

"I love making you feel good, Mom." He said, his voice a low growl, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Your pussy's so wet, so hard under my fingers. I can feel it trembling, begging for more."

"...You like this, don't you? My hands on you, working you like this?"

"Yes, Kafi!♡~." Abigaille groaned, her head falling back, her breasts heaving as she surrendered to the pleasure. "I love it, Kafi!♡~ Love your fingers on my pussy, making me shake, making me...oh, God, I'm so close!♡~"

Her voice was a desperate plea, her body quaking as the pressure built, her clit pulsing under his relentless touch.

"Splat!♡~ Plop!♡~ Thwap!♡~ Gloop!♡~"

Olivia's breath caught, her eyes locked on the scene, her mind a mess of shock and fascination. Abigaille's unabashed pleasure, Kafka's skilled, eager fingering—it was a blend of forbidden desire, a mirror to her own fall.

Her body, still sensitive from her orgasm, responded with a fresh wave of heat, her thighs pressing together as she watched Abigaille's climax approach.

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

And then, with a final, fervent rub, Kafka pushed Abigaille over the edge.

"Gloop!♡~ Drip!♡~ Splurt!♡~ Plop!♡~"

She let out a loud, shuddering moan, her body convulsing as she squirted, a flood of liquid soaking her panties, dripping down her thighs, and joining the puddle on the floor.

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

Her pussy twitched, her moans echoing as she rode the waves of her orgasm, her hands clutching Kafka's shoulders for support.

"God, Kafi!♡~" She gasped, her voice raw with ecstasy. "You're so good, baby, so fucking good to Mommy!♡~"

Kafka pulled back, his fingers glistening, his grin wide and full. "Did I do good, Mom?" He asked, his tone innocent but laced with pride. "Did I make you feel as good as Mom? Massaged you right?"

Abigaille laughed, breathless and sated, her body still trembling as she leaned down to kiss his forehead.

"Better than good, baby." She purred, her voice thick with affection. "You're the best son a mother could ask for."

Her eyes then flicked to Olivia, a teasing glint in them, as if to say, 'See? We're in this together.'

Olivia stood frozen, her heart pounding, her body and mind caught in the aftershocks of their shared descent.

The room, full with the scent of their release, pulsed with a forbidden energy, and as Kafka's gaze turned to her, his smile both innocent and knowing, she knew the night was far from over, their dance of desire only deepening with each taboo step...