God of Milfs: The Gods Request Me To Make a Milf Harem
Chapter 685 - 685: I'd Take A Picture First...

Kafka's eyes locked onto Olivia's, a glint of curiosity sparking in their depths, his smile teasing yet laced with a deeper, probing intensity.

"You know, Mom." He said, his gaze unwavering. "I'm real curious about you, not just as my mom, but as a woman. I wanna know what you want, what you desire, deep down. To get to know you better, really know you." He leaned closer, his breath warm against her cheek, his cock still throbbing in her trembling hand. "How about a little role play to help with that? Let's pretend for a bit, so I can see that side of you...What do you say?"

Olivia gulped, her eyes widening with a nervous flutter as she processed his words. "Role play?" She echoed, her voice a soft, hesitant whisper, her fingers tightening instinctively around his massive shaft, the heat of it grounding her spiraling thoughts.

Kafka's smile widened, his tone playful but edged with a seductive challenge. "Yeah, role play. Picture this: we're a couple in college, just fallen head over heels for each other. You're my beautiful girlfriend, and I'm your boyfriend, crazy about you."

"We're strolling across campus, holding hands, stealing kisses under the trees, going on romantic little dates, coffee shops, late night walks, the works." His words painted a wonderful scene, his voice wrapping around her like a warm embrace, each detail stoking the fire of her imagination. "And now, we're back in our dorm, just the two of us, relaxing on my bed. I'm looking at you, my gorgeous girl, and I can't hold back anymore. I want you to see my cock, to touch it, play with it a little. I wanna know what you think of it."

Olivia's breath hitched, her body trembling with a surge of exhilaration and shame, the image of being his college sweetheart igniting a longing she hadn't dared voice.

The thought of walking hand-in-hand with Kafka, of being his openly, sent her heart soaring with a giddy joy, even as her grip on his cock reminded her of the taboo reality.

"Kafi..." She whispered, her voice quivering, her eyes darting to his. "You...You want me to pretend I'm your girlfriend? That I'm seeing your...your cock for the first time?" Her words faltered, her cheeks burning as she struggled to reconcile the fantasy with the reality of her hand wrapped around his pulsing length.

Kafka leaned in, his lips brushing her cheek in a series of soft, teasing kisses, his voice dropping to a sweet, coaxing murmur.

"Please, Mom." He said, his tone adorable yet laced with a sultry edge. "Be my girlfriend for this. Just imagine how lucky I'd be to have a girl like you, so beautiful, so devoted, holding me like this."

"Just think about it, what would you do if you were my girl, seeing my cock for the first time?...It's just us, no mom, no son, just a guy and his girlfriend, exploring each other...Tell me, what's going through your head? What do you wanna do with this?" His hand gently guided hers along his shaft, encouraging her strokes, his eyes burning with a provocation that made her pussy clench with forbidden desire.

Olivia's lips parted, her breath shallow as she hesitated, her mind a whirlwind of embarrassment and yearning. The fantasy was intoxicating, being his girlfriend, free to love him openly, to touch him without the weight of taboo.

Her fingers trembled against his cock, its heat searing her palm, urging her to speak. "If...if I was your girlfriend." She began, her voice a shy, trembling whisper, her eyes flicking to his. "I'd be shocked at first, Kafi. Just like I was earlier. It's so...so big, so overwhelming. I'd just stare at it, trying to take it all in, wondering how something could be this...massive." Her strokes slowed, her fingers tracing the veiny ridges with reverence, her body humming with a shameful thrill.

Kafka's eyes glinted with delight, his voice a low, encouraging growl. "Shocked, huh? And then what, my pretty girlfriend? What's next after you're done staring at my big cock? What's a girl like you gonna do with it?" He leaned closer, his lips grazing her ear, his breath sending shivers down her spine as he pressed her to dive deeper into the role play, to reveal the desires she kept buried.

But even though he did this to make her tell her true feelings on her own, he never expected what she would say next, making him think that she would be one wild girlfriend.

Olivia bit her lip, her heart pounding as she thought for a moment, her cheeks flaming with embarrassment.

"I...I'd probably take out my phone and take a photo...A photo of your penis."

She admitted, her voice barely audible and hearing this, Kafka's brow shot up, a surprised chuckle escaping him, and even Abigaille, still grinding slowly on his thigh, paused, her wet trail glistening as she glanced over with wide eyes.

Realising what she blurted out when she saw their faces, Olivia's face burned hotter, her words tumbling out in a flustered rush. "Not, Not because I'm some kind of pervert, Kafi! It's not like that! It's just...your cock, it's so incredible, so unlike anything I've ever seen."

"It's like spotting a rare animal, something no one else has witnessed. I'd want to...to capture it, take pictures so I could study it later, marvel at it, you know?...I have this habit, when I see something extraordinary, I want to document it, keep it to understand it better."

Kafka's chuckle deepened, his eyes sparkling with amusement as he leaned back, his hand still resting on hers, guiding her strokes along his cock.

"That's one hell of a thought process, Mom, uh, I mean, my girlfriend." He teased, his voice dripping with playful affection. "Taking pictures of my cock to study it, huh? Gotta say, that's new." His tone turned mischievous, his gaze narrowing as he leaned closer, his lips brushing her cheek again. "So, tell me, would you use those pictures later? When you're alone, back in your dorm, would you pull them up to...satisfy yourself? Use my cock as material to get that pretty pussy of yours all worked up?"

Olivia's eyes widened, her breath catching as a wave of mortification crashed over her. "Kafi!" She gasped, her voice full of indignation and embarrassment, her hand freezing on his shaft. "You can't ask your mother something like that!"

But Kafka's smile only grew, his eyes glinting with that knowing intensity as he tilted his head, his voice a smooth, teasing drawl. "You're not my mom right now, remember? You're my girlfriend, my beautiful girl who's got my cock in her hand."

"...So, tell me, would you? Would you use those pictures to touch yourself, to make yourself feel good thinking about me?"

Her cheeks burned, her heart racing as she struggled to respond, her fingers twitching against his cock, the heat of it urging her to keep stroking despite her shame.

"No, I...I wouldn't do that." She stammered, her voice trembling with defiance, though her body betrayed her with a flush of heat between her thighs. "But I'd just...I'd take the pictures to study it, to marvel at it. It's like a...a creation, Kafi, something so extraordinary I can't help but want to understand it. Not for...for anything embarrassing like that."

Kafka's eyes gleamed, his hand sliding to her waist, pulling her closer until their bodies pressed together, her breasts squishing against his chest, her hand still stroking his cock.

"Study it, huh?" He murmured, his voice a low, sultry growl that sent a shiver through her core. "You're telling me my girlfriend's so curious about my cock she'd treat it like a damn science project? That's cute, but I'm not buying it...I bet you'd be thinking about it late at night, those pictures burning a hole in your phone, making you all hot and needy."

Hearing this, her cheeks burned with embarrassment, her fingers still curled around the thick base of his cock, its heat pulsing against her palm like a living thing. But Kafka, undeterred by her flustered deflection, tilted his head, a new idea sparking in his gaze.

"You know, Mom." He said, his voice a low, teasing murmur. "If you're so keen on taking pictures of my cock to 'study' it, then fair's fair, right?"

"I mean, if you get to snap a photo of me, shouldn't I get to take one of you?..Something to admire later, just like you're planning to do with mine?" He asked, his lips curving into a smirk as he leaned closer, his breath grazing her flushed cheek.

Olivia's eyes widened, her breath catching in her throat as a wave of mortification surged through her. "No, Kafi!" She gasped, her voice a trembling protest, her hand tightening instinctively around his shaft as if to anchor herself. "No way, you can't do that! I won't allow it!" Her cheeks flamed, her heart racing with a frantic need to shut down the idea, the thought of him capturing her most intimate parts sending a shiver of panic through her body.

Kafka's brow arched, his smile turning sly as he leaned back, his gaze never leaving hers. "Why not, my pretty girlfriend?" He asked, his tone dripping with playful curiosity, emphasizing the role play that made her pulse quicken. "You said you're taking a picture of my cock because it's one of a kind, so magnificent anyone would want to capture it." He murmured, glancing down at where her fingers gripped the base of his massive cock, its girth like a tree trunk in her hand. "You're holding it like it's a damn treasure...But you're saying I can't take a picture of your pussy? That's not fair, is it?"

Olivia's face burned hotter, her fingers trembling as they traced the veiny thickness of his shaft, her voice a shy, defensive whisper. "It's different, Kafi." She said, her eyes darting away, unable to meet his piercing gaze. "Your cock...it's extraordinary, something no one's ever seen before. Anyone would want to document it, to...to marvel at it." Her words faltered, her strokes slowing as she tried to justify herself, her pussy throbbing with a shameful need. "But my...my pussy, it's just...ordinary. It's not special, not worth photographing. It's nothing like yours."

But Kafka shook his head, his chuckle low and rich, his eyes narrowing with a fervent intensity that made her heart skip.

"Oh, Mom, you're so wrong." He said, his voice a sultry growl as he leaned closer, his hand sliding to her thigh, his fingers brushing dangerously close to her underwear. "You think your pussy's ordinary?...Nah, I got a glimpse of it earlier when I was playing with you, and let me tell you, it's fucking gorgeous."

"Plump, soft, so damn pretty, even though it's supposed to be such a dirty place...Those folds, all pink and glistening when you're wet like this?"

"No other woman's got a pussy like yours, Mom. It's a work of art, and I'd kill to have a picture of it, to set it as my wallpaper and stare at it all damn day."

"Kafi, that's...that's so naughty!" She stammered, her voice quivering with indignation, though her core clenched at the thought of him admiring her so openly. "You can't do that! If you set it as your wallpaper, everyone would see! It's too...too embarrassing!" Her fingers tightened around his cock, her strokes resuming almost unconsciously, the heat of his skin fueling her conflicting desires.

Kafka's grin widened, his eyes glinting with mischief as he tilted his head, his voice a coaxing murmur. "Okay, fine, no wallpaper." He conceded, his tone teasing but unrelenting. "But what about just a photo for my gallery? Something just for me, to look at when I'm thinking about my beautiful girlfriend?"

"...You said it's fair for you to take a picture of my cock, so why can't I have one of your pussy? We're a couple in this role play, right? Equals, sharing everything." His hand slid higher on her thigh, his fingers brushing the edge of her underwear, making her gasp as her body betrayed her with a flush of heat.

Olivia hesitated, her role as his 'girlfriend' pulling her deeper into the fantasy, her mind warring with her instinct until finally her voice softened, a shy whisper as she nodded, her cheeks flaming.

"F-Fine Kafi, if...if I can take a picture of your cock, Kafi, then...I guess it's only fair you can take one of my...my pussy." She said, her words barely audible, her embarrassment surging as she spoke. "As your girlfriend, I'd...I'd be okay with it. Just for you, though. Just to make us closer."

Her heart pounded, her body trembling with a nervous anticipation, assuming his request was part of their playful pretense, a hypothetical tease to push their role play further.

But Kafka's smile turned evil, his eyes glinting with a sudden, bold intent as he reached for his phone on the dining table, his movements swift and deliberate.

"Perfect." He said, his voice thick with excitement as he opened the camera app, the screen glowing in his hand. "Let's make it real, then. You said it's fair, so let's do it, pictures of each other's special parts, just like a real couple getting to know every inch of each other."

Without warning, he angled the phone down, snapping a quick photo of his cock, its massive length glistening in her hand, the flash catching every veiny detail. He then turned the screen to her, the image stark and vivid, making her gasp.

"There, that's mine for you. I'll send it later, so you can 'study' it all you want." He teased, his voice dripping with mischief. "Zoom in, check out every detail, I bet you'll love it."

Olivia's eyes widened, her breath catching as she stared at the photo, the raw, explicit image of his cock sending a surge of shameful excitement through her. Her fingers trembled against his shaft, her body buzzing with a taboo thrill as she realized how much she wanted to keep that picture, to pour herself over it later, to marvel at its size and power.

But before she could process her reaction, Kafka pressed the phone into her hand, his voice a low, commanding murmur.

"Now it's your turn, my beautiful girlfriend. Time to show me that pretty pussy of yours. Fair's fair, right?"

Her heart lurched, a wave of panic crashing over her as she realized that she had fallen into his trap, his dominant gaze pinning her in place.

"Kafi, I...I can't." She stammered, her voice trembling with embarrassment, her cheeks burning as she clutched the phone, her fingers shaking. "It's too much, too...embarrassing. I thought you were just...pretending!" She tried to push the phone back, her eyes pleading, but his expression remained unyielding, his smile both teasing and firm.

"Come on, Mom." He said, his voice dropping to a sultry growl, his hand guiding hers to keep stroking his cock, the heat of it urging her to comply. "You said it's fair, didn't you? You get my cock, I get your pussy...But if you're too shy, I can take the picture myself." His eyes glinted with a dangerous mischief, his tone taking on a darker edge. "Though I gotta warn you, if I do it, I might get a little carried away."

"I might push the camera real close, get some deep shots, maybe even a video to capture how wet and pink you are down there...You want that, or you gonna do it yourself?"

Olivia's breath hastened, her body trembling with a surge of mortification and helpless arousal, his words painting a shameful picture that made her lower half pulse. She glanced at Abigaille, still grinding on Kafka's thigh, her wet trail glistening, her moans a soft backdrop to their exchange, and the sight only deepened Olivia's sense of being caught in the trap that he had laid out.

She looked down, her courage faltering, then slowly building, as she realized she had no choice but to follow through.

"F-Fine...But you're not allowed to show this photo to anyone, even if the person's a girl and you should keep it all to yourself."

She whispered, her voice barely audible, her cheeks flaming as she slid her underwear to the side, revealing her pretty, bare pussy.

It was soaking wet, the fleshy pink folds glistening, the sight of it so sensual and vulnerable that her heart pounded with shame and exhilaration.

Kafka's eyes darkened, his breath catching as he stared at her exposed vagina, his voice a low, reverent murmur. "Fuck, Mom, that's...that's fucking beautiful." He said, his tone thick with awe. "So plump, so pink, so wet...It's breathtaking."

He nodded at the phone in her hand, his smile encouraging yet commanding.

"Now, go on, take the picture...Let me have it, just like I gave you mine."

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