God of Milfs: The Gods Request Me To Make a Milf Harem-Chapter 621: Olivia Vanitas

"Kafi...oh, God." She gasped, her voice flustered and trembling with the weight of the taboo. "You...You can't do that to your daughter. Y-You can play with my body, fuck my ass, my tight little asshole...That's one thing."

"...But impregnating your daughter? It's too much, too taboo."

Kafka's chuckle was dark, his fingers plunging deeper into her pussy, stretching her as he ground his cock against her ass.

"If I was God, Mom, no rules would matter. No one could stop me from impregnating my daughter, filling her with my children, making sure she's mine forever."

His voice was a low, sinful growl, each word dripping with possessive hunger as he fucked her with his fingers, his thumb circling her clit, driving her wild.

"Ohhh!♡~ Aahhh!♡~ Mmmm!♡~ Unghh!♡~ Yes!♡~ Ohhh!♡~"

Abigaille's moans grew louder, her body trembling with excitement at the forbidden fantasy. Her pussy clenched around his fingers, her arousal spiking as she leaned back, her voice a desperate, excited whisper.

"H-How many, Kafi? Ahhh!♡~ How many children would you make me bear? How many would you give me?!"

Kafka's fingers thrust deeper, his cock grinding harder against her ass, the heat of him overwhelming.

"I wouldn't stop, Mom." He growled, his voice thick with lust. "I'd keep you pregnant, your belly always swollen, popping out my children one after another. There'd never be a moment you're not carrying my seed, not full of me."

His words pushed her over the edge again, her pussy clenching as she came, squirting a little more, her slickness dripping down his hand, her body shaking with the intensity of her orgasm.

Seeing her unravel, Kafka's eyes darkened with hunger.

"Fuck, Mom, I might just start right now."

He said, his free hand moving to his jeans, fumbling with the zipper.

"Make sure you're fertile, fill you up until you're mine."

His fingers slipped from her pussy, slick and glistening, as he began to tug his pants down, his cock straining against the fabric, ready to spring free.

But Abigaille, her mind clearing just enough to remember the day, snapped out of her lust-fueled haze. Her eyes widened, and she turned quickly, grabbing his wrist to stop him.

"Kafi, no!" She gasped, her voice breathless but firm. "Today...Olivia's coming home. We can't...not today."

Kafka's lips curved into a teasing smirk, his hand still hovering at his zipper.

"She's not coming till tonight, Mom. We've got hours. Plenty of time to have our fun."

His voice was low, coaxing, as he leaned closer, his breath hot against her neck.

But Abigaille only shook her head, her eyes flicking to his crotch, where his erection strained against his jeans, the sight making her pussy throb with want.

"No, Kafi, we...We can't risk it." She stammered, though her resolve wavered, her body screaming for him to take her.

Kafka moved closer, his lips brushing her neck again, sucking gently as he took her hand and guided it to his boner, pressing her palm against the hard, pulsing length.

"You really gonna deny me, Mom?" He murmured, his voice a seductive plea. "Feel how fucking turned on I am. It's hurting, trapped in these pants. You gonna leave your beloved son in pain like this? Don't you not want to help me, relieve me?"

Her fingers curled around his cock through the fabric, feeling its thick, throbbing heat, and she moaned softly, her resolve crumbling. The thought of his cock inside her, filling her, was almost too much to resist.

"Kafi..." She whispered, her voice trembling with need. "Fine...B-But we have to be quick. Olivia can't...she can't know about this, about us, about our unspeakable relationship"

Kafka pulled back, his smile victorious.

"Of course, Mom. Quick and quiet. She's not coming for hours."

"...And there's no way in hell that she's just going to barge in now—"

Open~ Swing~

His words were cut off by a sudden sound from behind them a soft creak, like the front door swinging open.

And the moment they heard that sound, both froze, their bodies locked in shock, Abigaille's hand still on his cock, his fingers slick with her juices.

Their eyes widened, hearts pounding, because they knew they'd locked the door and the only person who could open it without breaking it down was...no, it couldn't be.

In slow, horrified unison, they turned, their gazes landing on the figure standing in the doorway in the distance across the hall, that was visible even from the open kitchen, who was also staring back at them with an emotionless look on her gorgeous face.

She was absolutely breathtaking, a vision of icy perfection that stole the air from the room.

Her face was flawless, sharp cheekbones framing cool, piercing blue eyes that seemed to see straight through them.

Her pale white skin glowed under the warm light, a stark contrast to her raven-black hair, tied up in a sleek bun that gave her the air of an untouchable goddess. She looked effortlessly cool, her presence commanding, like an ice queen descended from some mythic realm.

But it wasn't just her face that captivated—it was her body, a masterpiece of sensuality that put even Abigaille's curves to shame.

Her breasts, massive and round. strained against the tight fabric of her office suit, like watermelons threatening to burst free, so large you could bury your face in them and lose yourself completely.

Her waist was impossibly small, a perfect hourglass cinched by her tailored jacket, and her ass—God, her ass was a marvel, so fat and plump it seemed to defy gravity.

Even in her professional office attire, it jutted out, thick and round, like a booster seat that would lift her inches off any chair, its curves begging to be grabbed, worshipped.

Kafka had never seen her in person, only in photos, but he knew her instantly.

This was Olivia...his second mother, who had just caught her own son throwing himself on his his mother as well as her best friend on the first day she was back home...