God of Milfs: The Gods Request Me To Make a Milf Harem-Chapter 645: Sudden Attack

Kafka, sensing the shift in the room, seized the opportunity to push further, his grin widening as he caught Abigaille off guard. His hand tightened on her ass, pulling her closer with a gentle but firm tug, her body stumbling slightly as she stood over him and Olivia.

"I know you inside out, Mom." He said, his voice a teasing lilt, his eyes glinting with mischief. "So well, I could even tell you your 'favorite position'."

His words were full of intention, loaded with innuendo that made Abigaille's eyes widen in horror, while Olivia, still pressed against his chest, raised her head in innocent confusion.

"Position?" Olivia asked, her voice soft and guileless, her blue eyes blinking up at Abigaille. "What does he mean, Abigaille? Is it...sports-related? Or like a yoga position?"

Her question was earnest, her mind grasping for an innocent explanation, unaware of the intimate connotation Kafka had implied.

Abigaille's face flushed a deep crimson, mortification washing over her as she realized the dangerous territory Kafka was treading. The thought of him revealing such a private detail—her favorite sexual position in front of Olivia, of all people, was unbearable.

"Enough!" She blurted, her hands flying to his mouth, pressing down to silence him. "That's enough, Kafi! I've heard more than enough you know me thoroughly, alright? You don't need to prove it anymore!"

Her voice trembled, embarrassment and a glare that could have burned through him, her cheeks blazing as she tried to regain control.

Kafka chuckled, his eyes sparkling with amusement as he gently pried her hands from his mouth, his touch lingering on her wrists. His gaze softened, but the teasing edge remained as he looked at her, his voice dropping to a gentle, almost coaxing tone.

"Since you admit I know you so well, Mom..." He said. "...that means what I said earlier was true, doesn't it? You were jealous, seeing me and Mom like this."

His words were a soft challenge, his hand still holding hers, his other hand resuming its caress on Olivia's ass, keeping both women tethered to him..

Abigaille hesitated, her lips parting as she realized she'd been caught. Her eyes darted away, her blush deepening, but Kafka's voice came again, soothing and insistent.

"It's alright, Mom." He said, his tone warm and reassuring. "We're family here. We should be open, share our feelings without judgment. It's the best way for us to come together, especially after so long apart. Tell the truth—let it out."

His hand squeezed hers gently, his eyes urging her to speak, and the sincerity in his gaze melted her resistance.

With a shy, hesitant sigh, Abigaille nodded, her voice barely above a whisper as she admitted.

"Yes...I was jealous."

The confession hung in the air, catching Olivia off guard, her eyes widening as she leaned forward, listening intently. Abigaille's gaze dropped, her embarrassment palpable as she continued, her words slow and halting.

"It's...like you said, Kafi. I thought it'd take time for you and Olivia to get close. I spent so many years with you, taking care of you, making dinners, doing everything while she was away, and even then, it took me so long to really know you, to feel close...That's why I thought Olivia would struggle, too, that it'd take her just as long."

She glanced at Olivia, her eyes softening but still tinged with that quiet jealousy.

"I was excited to help, you know? I had plans—picnics, walks, little activities to bring you two together, to make you a proper mother and son. I thought I'd be the bridge between you."

Her voice wavered, a flicker of self—doubt creeping in.

"But then I saw you like this, so close, so...Intimate, on your first day back. It caught me off guard. It made me wonder if...if I was the bad mother, if it was my fault it took so long for us to connect. Seeing you get so close to Kafi so fast, when it took me years."

"...It's silly, but I couldn't help feeling jealous, like maybe I wasn't good enough."

Her confession ended with a soft apology, her eyes meeting Olivia's with guilt and sincerity.

"I'm sorry, Olivia." She said, her voice trembling. "It's stupid, I know, but...that's how I felt." freeweɓnovel.cøm

Olivia nodded slowly, her heart heavy with empathy as she absorbed Abigaille's confession. The idea that Abigaille, who had been Kafka's steadfast rock for years, felt threatened by her rapid closeness with him was humbling, a reminder of the delicate balance their family now navigated.

But at the same time she understood Abigaille's shock—how jarring it must be to see them so intimate after only a day, when Abigaille's own bond with Kafka had taken years to forge.

Olivia's lips parted, ready to offer reassurance, to bridge the gap with words of understanding, but before she could speak, the moment shattered.

Kafka, with a rather dark glint in his eyes, caught Abigaille off guard.

His hand, already groping her plump ass, suddenly lifted and came down with a resounding smack, the force sending her cheeks jiggling like pudding under her skirt.

SMACK!~

The loud clap of flesh echoed through the room, a sound so sharp it made Olivia jerk upright, her eyes wide with disbelief.

'H-He spanked her?...Kafi spanked Abi?'

The sight of Kafka's hand striking Abigaille's ass, the casual audacity of it, stunned her, her mind reeling at the outrageous act.

Abigaille also yelped, jumping slightly as she clutched her stinging backside, her voice an adorable mix of pain and pout.

"Ow, ow, Kafi! That hurts!" She cried, rubbing her ass with a pitiful look, her eyes glistening as she turned to him. "Why'd you spank Mommy, Kafi? What did Mommy do wrong? My butt stings now! What if it's all swollen now?"

"...Y-You know, it's not fair to bully your Mommy like this!"

Olivia's jaw dropped, expecting Kafka to apologize, to offer some gentle explanation for such an outrageous act—spanking his own mother, of all things.

But to their utter shock, especially Abigaille's, Kafka's expression didn't soften.

Instead, his hand rose again, and with deliberate force, he delivered two more thunderous smacks, back-to-back, each one harder than the last.

SMACK!~

SMACK!~

The sound was like twin claps of thunder, Abigaille's ass cheeks bouncing wildly under her skirt, the impact leaving her gasping.

Her face contorted in pain, her hands flying to her backside as if to shield it, her body trembling with the heat and sting of the blows.

"Kafi!" She whimpered, her voice on the verge of tears, her eyes wide with shock as she looked down at him, ready to demand why he'd done it, why he'd hurt her like that.

But then she saw his face, and her words died in her throat. Kafka's eyes, usually warm and teasing, were dark, a gloomy intensity burning in them that sent a shiver down her spine.

It was a look she recognized—a rare, unstable anger that signaled he was not to be crossed.

Instinctively, she clamped her mouth shut, her hands still clutching her stinging ass, her body tensing as she stood over him, silenced by the weight of his gaze.

Olivia, however, didn't catch the shift in his expression at first.

Her mind was a mess of confusion, grappling with the surreal sight of Kafka spanking Abigaille, the sheer audacity of it clashing with the intimacy they'd all been navigating.

She opened her mouth, ready to speak on Abigaille's behalf, to question why he'd done something so shocking, so inappropriate, even in the context of the town's supposed openness.

"Kafi, why—"

She began, but Abigaille cut her off, her voice sharp and desperate.

"Shh, Olivia, don't!"

Abigaille hissed, her eyes wide with urgency as she waved a hand to silence her.

"Not now—don't speak!"

Olivia blinked, bewildered, her words faltering as she tried to understand.

"But why—"

She started again, only for Abigaille to interrupt, more insistent this time.

"Please, just...be quiet, for your sake. It's not the time!"

Olivia's confusion deepened, but before she could press further, Kafka's voice sliced through the room, colder and chillier than she'd ever heard it.

"She's right, Mom." He said, his tone low and edged with authority. "Mom's being punished right now, so she shouldn't speak. But you, Mom, you did nothing wrong so you can talk...No reason to stop you."

His words were directed at Olivia, but his gaze remained fixed on Abigaille, the gloomy intensity in his eyes unyielding.

Seeing this, Abigaille's shoulders slumped, her hands still cradling her stinging ass as she fell silent, her earlier defiance replaced by a quiet obedience that unnerved Olivia.

The shift in dynamics, Abigaille's sudden submission, Kafka's chilling authority was jarring, and Olivia's gaze finally darted to his face, finally catching the dark, unsettling look in his eyes.

It was the first time she'd seen her son like this, his usual warmth and playfulness replaced by something almost menacing, and a chill ran through her, her heart racing with curiosity and unease.

The contrast was stark. Moments ago, he'd been teasing, loving, but now he was...different, his presence commanding in a way that even made her hesitate...