God of Milfs: The Gods Request Me To Make a Milf Harem-Chapter 664: Born To Dominate

Abigaille, sensing the sensational moment, decided to push it further, as she pulled back slightly, her eyes locking onto Kafka's with a teasing glint, her voice dropping to a sultry purr.

"Kafi..." She said, her tone commanding yet playful. "You're not done yet as those pants have got to go as well. Both of us are in our underwear, so it's time for you to join us completely."

She paused, her smile widening as she added.

"...And don't worry, I'll take care of it myself."

Before Kafka could respond, Abigaille crouched down, her fat ass jutting out provocatively, the curves straining against her soaked underwear.

Olivia's breath caught, her eyes fixed on the scene, anticipation and dread warring within her. She expected Kafka's lower body to be as well-built as his torso, a natural extension of his chiseled physique when she lowered his underwear. freewebnøvel.coɱ

But nothing prepared her for what came next. Abigaille's fingers hooked into the waistband of his pants, tugging them down with a teasing slowness, revealing his boxers and beneath them...a massive, unmistakable bulge that made Olivia's eyes widen in disbelief.

The object beneath his underwear was enormous, a thick, serpentine shape stretching from his waist to the hem of his boxers, so long it seemed to strain against the fabric, as if trying to escape.

It was impossibly large, a daunting presence that made Olivia gasp, her hand flying to her mouth as she stammered. "W-What...what is that?" Her voice trembled, her finger pointing shakily at the bulge, her mind reeling.

She tried to pull away, instinct urging her to flee the shocking sight, but Kafka's grip on her ass held her firm, anchoring her in place.

Kafka chuckled, his tone light and teasing, his eyes glinting with amusement.

"Come on, Mom." He said, his voice tinged with mock exasperation. "Didn't you take biology class?...It's my penis, obviously. What else would it be? It's not like I'm hiding a remote down there."

His casual dismissal only deepened Olivia's shock, her eyes darting back to the bulge, confirming her worst fears.

It was his penis, and its size—long, thick, and impossibly prominent left her speechless, her cheeks burning with embarrassment and illicit curiosity.

Abigaille, still crouched before him, let out a soft laugh, her eyes flicking up to Olivia's stunned face.

"Why so surprised, Olivia?" She asked, her voice a teasing lilt as she glanced at the massive bulge. "Kafi's a man, you know. Of course he's got a penis. What's got you so worked up?" Her fingers lingered near his boxers, her touch casual but deliberate, amplifying the tension in the room.

Olivia's gaze darted between Abigaille and Kafka, her voice hesitant as she struggled to articulate her shock.

"I-I'm not...surprised he has a p-penis." She said, her words stumbling, her eyes locked on the daunting shape. "I-It's just...it's so massive. So long, like a...a pole."

Her voice dropped to a whisper, her cheeks flaming as a new fear gripped her. She then turned to Kafka, her eyes searching his face as a sudden doubt came to her mind, her tone trembling with suspicion.

"Kafi...are you...are you possibly having a e-erection right now? I-In this situation, with your mothers?"

The question was a desperate probe, her heart pounding with the fear that he harbored the same taboo desires she'd been fighting, desires that could ruin him.

But Abigaille's laughter cut through the tension, sharp and dismissive.

"Oh, Liv, of course not!" She said, her voice brimming with amusement. "Kafi wouldn't be hard in front of his mothers—that'd be ridiculous." She turned to Kafka, her eyes glinting with a playful challenge. "Right, Kafi? You're not hard right now, are you?"

Kafka nodded, his expression earnest, his voice steady.

"Yeah, exactly." He said, his tone almost indignant. "Why would I be hard in front of you two? That'd be strange, Mom. I'm just...normal right now."

His words were convincing, his innocent facade unshaken, but Olivia's eyes narrowed, her gaze dropping back to the bulge, unconvinced.

She pointed at it, her voice rising with disbelief.

"If you're not hard, then why is it so....long?" She demanded, her cheeks burning. "It looks like you're erect, Kafi. I don't know much about...men's bodies, but this doesn't look soft to me. It's too big, too...obvious!" Her words were an accusation, her fear that he shared her desires pushing her to confront him.

Abigaille and Kafka exchanged a glance, their chuckles soft and synchronized, leaving Olivia feeling like an outsider to their shared understanding.

"Oh, silly." Abigaille said, her voice dripping with mock pity as she rose to her feet, her ass jiggling as she stood. "You really think he's hard right now? Livia, this is just how Kafi is when he's soft..." She pointed at the bulge, her tone matter-of-fact. "This is his natural state, no erection needed. He's just....built like that."

Olivia's head spun, her vision blurring as the words sank in.

"S-Soft?" She echoed, her voice faint, her mind reeling. "You're saying...this is him soft? That's...impossible."

The idea that her son's penis, already larger than any she'd ever imagined, was in its resting state was staggering, a revelation that sent a dizzying awe and dread through her.

If this was soft, what would he look like hard?

The thought was too much, her body responding with a fresh wave of heat she fought to ignore.

Abigaille shook her head, her smile unwavering.

"Not impossible." She said, her voice calm but tinged with pride. "It's just Kafi. And trust me, Liv, this?" She gestured to the bulge. "This is small compared to when he's hard. I've seen it and tell you it's a whole lot bigger then it is now."

Her eyes glinted with a knowing mischief, her words dangling a tantalizing hint of her deeper involvement with Kafka.

Hearing this,.Olivia's eyes widened, her suspicion flaring as she latched onto Abigaille's admission.

"Wait..." She said, her voice sharp with accusation, her gaze narrowing. "H-How do you know what he looks like hard? What exactly have you seen?"

Her heart pounded, the question a desperate bid to uncover the extent of Abigaille's relationship with Kafka, to finally grasp how far they'd gone..

Abigaille's laugh was soft, almost dismissive, as she waved a hand.

"Oh, it was nothing scandalous." She said, her tone light but evasive. "One morning, I went to clean Kafi's room, and...well, it was morning, you know how men are."

"His penis was standing up, fully erect, no blanket to cover it. I saw everything—looked like a damn tree trunk in his pants." She glanced at Kafka, her smile teasing. "I didn't say it out loud then, because it embarrassed him, right, Kafi?"

Kafka rubbed the back of his neck, his grin sheepish. "Yeah, kinda." He said, his voice tinged with embarrassment. "Didn't expect you to walk in like that, Mom. It was kind of embarrassing for me."

Abigaille scoffed, her eyes gleaming with pride.

"Embarrassing? Please, Kafi, I was proud. My son, so tall, so strong, so...well-endowed. Any woman would be thrilled to have a man like you." Her voice dropped to a whisper, her gaze flicking to Olivia. "Trust me, Liv, he's going to make a lot of women very happy one day."

The story, sent a shiver through Olivia, her mind painting a forbidden picture of Kafka's morning erection, the sheer size of it etched in her imagination.

It was arousing, shamefully so, but it didn't answer her burning question—how far had Abigaille gone with him?

Before she could press further, Abigaille's hand moved, her fingers brushing Kafka's bulge through his boxers, a bold, casual touch that made Olivia's jaw drop.

"Abi!" Olivia gasped, her voice thick with shock. "You're...you're touching it! How can you do that so carelessly?" Her eyes were glued to Abigaille's hand, her fingers tracing the outline of the massive penis, a sight that both horrified and enthralled her.

Abigaille's smile was unapologetic, her touch lingering as she met Olivia's gaze.

"What's wrong with it?" She said, her voice a sultry challenge. "Just like Kafi gave our pussies a little massage, this is normal too."

"...I give his penis a massage sometimes—helps him relax, keeps him comfortable. Right, Kafi?" Her fingers squeezed gently, drawing a low hum from Kafka, his expression unbothered, almost approving.

"Yeah..." Kafka said, his voice casual, his hands still groping their asses. "It's no big deal, Mom. Abigaille does it a lot feels nice, you know? Just...helping me out."

Olivia's mind reeled, her heart pounding as the truth sank in.

Abigaille hadn't just tricked Kafka into massaging her pussy—she'd manipulated him into letting her touch his penis, framing it as maternal care, a twisted extension of their 'open' relationship.

The realization that her sweet, cheerful Abigaille had become this vixen, seduced by Kafka's allure, was staggering.

Was his charm truly so potent, so irresistible, that it had reshaped her into this brazen, unashamed figure?

Abigaille's eyes flicked to Olivia, her smile turning sultry as she continued to stroke Kafka's bulge, her voice dropping to a provocative murmur.

"It's phenomenal, isn't it?" She said, her fingers tracing the thick outline. "This...pole of his, so massive, so dominant."

"Our Kafi's a stallion, born to dominate women with this cock."

"No woman could resist if he flashed it in public—hell, they'd line up just for a glimpse of this fat, gorgeous thing."

Her words were dirty, unfiltered, a deliberate push to provoke Olivia, to draw her deeper into the web of desire...