God of Milfs: The Gods Request Me To Make a Milf Harem
Chapter 684 - 684: Grind Yourself On Me

Abigaille had tried to stay silent, perched on the edge of Kafka's thigh, her body tense with restraint as she watched the heated exchange between Olivia and her son unfold.

The sight of Olivia's fingers gliding over the veiny shaft, coupled with Kafka's teasing murmurs and the way he toyed with Olivia's breasts, sent a surge of molten need through Abigaille's pussy.

Her thighs clenched, her underwear dampening with a desperate ache that grew unbearable with every passing second. She couldn't just sit there, not when her body was screaming for release, her pussy throbbing with a hunger that felt like it might consume her.

Abigaille's voice broke the charged silence, a soft, pleading whimper as she leaned forward, her hands clutching Kafka's arm, her eyes shimmering with needy desperation.

"Kafi, darling, I'm so sorry to interrupt." She whispered, her tone sultry and trembling, her breasts pressing against his arm, her pussy grinding harder against his thigh. "But I can't hold back anymore, not after watching you with Liv, seeing her stroke that big, gorgeous cock."

"My pussy's so hot, so stuffy, it feels like it's gonna explode if I don't do something...I need you, Kafi, need your touch, your help, or I'll go crazy."

Her words were a desperate plea, her hips rocking faster, pushing her soaked underwear against his leg, her voice dripping with raw, aching desire, her body radiating a feverish need that bordered on intoxication.

Olivia's eyes widened, a flicker of pity softening her earlier possessiveness as she watched Abigaille's desperation, her rival's trembling form a stark contrast to her usual sultry confidence.

Despite her frustration at the interruption, Olivia couldn't deny the erotic charge of Abigaille's need, her pussy pulsing with a shameful thrill at the sight.

Kafka's gaze also shifted to Abigaille, his eyes softening with a gentle pity, his voice a low, understanding murmur as he looked down at her soaked underwear, the wet patch glistening against his thigh.

"Damn, Mom, I see what you're going through." He said, his tone warm but firm, his hand brushing her cheek. "Your pussy's dripping, ain't it? So fucking wet, I can feel it on my leg, see how bad you need it...But right now, I'm busy with Mom, showing her how to handle my cock, teaching her how to make me feel good. I can't stop to help you out, not yet."

Abigaille whimpered, her eyes glistening with a sad, puppy-dog gaze, her hips slowing, her voice a soft, pleading whine.

"Kafi, please." She whispered, her hands clutching his arm tighter, her breasts heaving with each ragged breath. "I need you so bad, my pussy's aching, burning up. I can't just sit here, watching you with Liv, feeling this...this need. Please, do something, anything, or I'll lose my mind."

Her plea was raw, her desperation palpable, her body trembling as she pressed herself closer, her wet pussy leaving a slick trail on his thigh, a silent cry for release.

Kafka's smile returned, his hand patting her head gently, his voice a low, teasing growl as he leaned closer, his eyes glinting with mischief. "Alright, Mom, calm down." He murmured, his tone soothing yet commanding, his fingers stroking her hair. "I can't help you myself right now, but you don't need me to."

"...You can use my body, grind that wet, needy pussy on my thigh, satisfy yourself like the good little girl you are. Go on, rub yourself raw, let that pussy drip all over me, make yourself feel good."

He told, his gaze locked on hers, her blush deepening as she realized he wasn't offering the fingering she craved, but a humiliatingly public act of self-pleasure.

"K-Kafi, that...that won't be enough." She said, her tone trembling with need, her hands clutching his arm, pushing it toward her underwear, guiding his fingers to the soaked fabric. "Feel it, Kafi, feel how wet I am, how needy my pussy is for you."

"...Grinding's not enough, I need your fingers inside me, stirring me up, making me squirt like you always do. Please, just a few fingers, I'm begging you." Her plea was desperate, her hips rocking against his hand, her pussy throbbing against his fingers, her voice dripping with raw, aching desire, her body a furnace of unmet need.

But to her surprise, Kafka's expression hardened and what shocked her even more was when his fingers suddenly pinched her clit, a sharp, aggressive tweak that made Abigaille gasp, her eyes widening with pain and pleasure.

"Ah, noo!♡~ Kafi, that hurts!♡~ Ahhh!♡~"

Hearing her moan, his voice dropped to a stern, commanding growl, his gaze piercing hers, unyielding.

"You don't get to order me around, Mom." He said, his tone sharp, his pinch tightening, sending tiny sparks of pleasure and pain through her. "I gave you leeway, letting you grind that wet, filthy pussy on my thigh, and that's more than enough."

"Now, are you gonna argue, keep begging for my fingers, or you gonna be a good girl and do what I say?...Because if you protest again, you'll be on your knees on the floor, watching me and Mom without a damn thing to help that aching pussy."

His words were a harsh ultimatum, his pinch unrelenting, her clit throbbing under his grip, her eyes growing wet and limpid, a whimper escaping her lips, her body trembling with fear and arousal.

Abigaille shook her head frantically, her voice a soft, submissive whimper, her eyes glistening with tears of need. "No, Kafi, no need for that!" She whispered, her tone pleading, her hands releasing his arm, her body softening into obedience. "I'll...I'll use your thigh, darling, I'll grind my pussy on you, be your good little girl, stay quiet, not disturb you. I promise, I'll do it, just...just don't make me kneel."

Kafka's smile returned, his hand releasing her clit, patting her head gently, his voice a low, approving murmur. "Good girl, Mom." He said, his tone warm, his fingers stroking her hair. "Go on, get that pussy grinding, use my thigh to make yourself feel good...Show me how needy you are, how bad you want it."

To do what he he ordered, Abigaille shifted, rising slightly to reposition herself, her pussy pressing directly against his spread thigh, her underwear a thin barrier between her dripping folds and his skin. She faced him, her hands bracing on his chest, her eyes half-lidded with need as she began to grind, her hips rocking in a slow, seductive motion, her pussy sliding from the top of his thigh to his knee, leaving a glistening trail of her juices, a lewd, wet streak that marked his leg.

"Plop!♡~ Thwap!♡~ Slosh!♡~ Glug!♡~"

Her whimpers were soft, her body trembling with pleasure, her movements tender, each grind a desperate bid for release, her pussy pulsing with a mix of shame and arousal, the sight a provocative display that left Olivia breathless.

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

Kafka's chuckle was warm, his eyes glinting with amusement as he watched Abigaille, his voice a low, teasing growl. "Fuck, Mom, you're like a damn slug, leaving that wet trail all over my leg." He murmured, his tone dripping with filthy affection, his hand resting on her hip, guiding her rhythm. "But you're a beautiful slug, ain't you? That pussy's dripping so bad, soaking me, and I don't mind one bit...Feels good, don't it? Keep grinding, show me how much you need it, my good little girl."

His words were a sultry praise, his gaze locked on her, encouraging her desperate act, her pussy throbbing with humiliation and pleasure, her hips moving faster, her whimpers growing louder, her body a furnace of unmet need.

"Gloop!♡~ Drip!♡~ Splurt!♡~ Plop!♡~"

He then turned back to Olivia, his smile softening, though his eyes still burned with that teasing glint. "Now, where were we, Mom?" He asked, his voice a low, intimate murmur that sent a shiver through her.

Olivia's heart lurched, her hand still wrapped around his cock, its heat pulsing against her palm. She opened her mouth, her voice trembling with flustered haste. "You were...you were talking about me being your woman." She blurted, her cheeks flaming as she realized her mistake, her true desires slipping out unguarded. "I mean, not your woman! Just...a woman, a woman in general!" Her correction was frantic, her eyes darting away as she tried to hide the longing that had seeped into her words.

Kafka's grin widened, his chuckle warm and knowing as he leaned closer, his breath grazing her flushed cheek.

"Oh, Mom, you're so cute when you try to cover it up." He murmured, his voice dripping with playful affection. "My woman, huh? Slipped out so easy, didn't it? But don't worry, I know what you meant. A woman in general, sure." His tone was teasing, but his eyes held a deeper intensity, as if he saw through her flustered facade to the forbidden desire burning beneath.