NOVEL WEB Chapter 693: You're Fitting Right Into The Family
Abigaille's eyes narrowed at Kafka's cock, a hungry edge to her stare as she licked her lips. "Oh, Kafi, I'm gonna love sucking this!" She purred, her voice low and eager. "I'll take it deep, all the way to my throat, let your cum hit that sweet spot right at the back. That's where it tastes best, you know." She leaned closer, her breath hot against the tip, her anticipation practically vibrating.
Olivia watched, her heart thumping, her gaze locked on the scene. She told herself she was just observing, taking mental notes for some vague, hypothetical future where she might need to know this stuff.
Not that she'd ever do it herself, of course, just in case and her body warmed, a flush creeping up her neck as she studied Abigaille's movements, the way her lips hovered so confidently.
Kafka stroked Abigaille's hair, tilting her head up gently, his voice calm but firm. "Easy, Mom." He said, his eyes glinting with a teasing spark. "No need to go all out. Just focus on the tip, it's got a little mess there. Suck that clean, nice and slow, that's all I need."
But Abigaille whined, her lips pouting as she looked up at him, her eyes pleading. "Why, Kafi? I can take it all, you know I can. I'll do such a good job sucking your cock, deep and proper...Don't you want your mom's love anymore?" Her voice was a soft, sulky plea, her fingers twitching toward his shaft.
Kafka chuckled, his hand still in her hair, his gaze softening. "Of course I want your love, Mom." He said, his tone warm but unyielding. "But if you take it all the way down, I'm gonna get hard again, stiff as hell. You know how it goes, one taste of that throat, and I'm ready for round two."
Abigaille's pout turned into a sly, lewd grin, her eyes gleaming. "That's fine by me, Kafi." She said, her voice dripping with promise. "If you get hard again, I'll just suck you off again. And if you're still hard after that, I'll keep going, drain you dry till there's nothing left. I don't mind one bit." She licked her lips again, her gaze fixed on his cock like it was a prize.
Olivia's jaw dropped slightly, her eyes flicking to Kafka's balls, heavy and swollen, and she couldn't help but wonder just how much semen they held.
How many times would Abigaille have to suck him off to finally soften him?
The thought sent a shameful heat through her, her fingers twitching at her sides as she tried to push it away.
Kafka shook his head, his expression kind but firm.
"Nah, Mom, it's late." He said, his voice steady. "We gotta sleep. And Mom, she's probably beat after that long drive out here." He glanced at Olivia, his eyes softening. "Right, Mom? You're tired, aren't you? So, its time to wrap this up."
Abigaille sighed, her shoulders slumping, but her eyes lit up with a stubborn spark. "Fine, Kafi." She said, her voice playful but determined. "But I'm still gonna do a damn good job on that tip. Don't blame me if you get hard again, though." She flashed him a cheeky grin, leaning closer to his cock.
Kafka chuckled, his hand guiding her head forward until her lips brushed the tip. "Go on, Mom." He said, his voice low and commanding. "Suck your son's cock real good. Clean it up, make me proud."
Abigaille didn't hesitate, her lips parting eagerly as she took the bulbous tip into her mouth, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked with a fervent, almost desperate energy.
"Lick!♡~ Mmph!♡~ Ahh!♡~ Suck!♡~"
Olivia watched, her breath catching, her body warming at the sight. Abigaille's lips stretched around the thick head, a feat that seemed impossible given its size, so fat, so daunting, like it was designed to overwhelm.
"Mmm!♡~ Ahhh!♡~ Slurp!♡~ Nnn!♡~"
Yet Abigaille handled it with ease, her tongue working the tip, her eyes fluttering shut as if savoring every moment.
"Ahh!♡~ Suck!♡~ Mmph!♡~ Lick!♡~"
Olivia couldn't believe it, her best friend, who'd never even kissed anyone romantically, was now sucking a man's cock, and not just any man, but her own son.
The realization sent a jolt through her, her lower half tingling with a forbidden curiosity...Could she ever do that?
Her mouth was small, probably the same size as Abigaille's, so maybe with practice...She shook her head, scolding herself for the thought, but her eyes stayed glued to Abigaille's rhythmic movements.
"Mmph!♡~ Mmm!♡~ Slurp!♡~ Ahhh!♡~"
Kafka patted Abigaille's head, his voice a satisfied rumble. "That's it, Mom." He said, his tone dripping with approval. "You know how to take care of your son. Plenty of women might come and go, but nothing beats getting sucked off by my own mom...Nothing comes close to this."
His words were filthy, possessive, and Olivia's mind wandered, a fleeting, shameful thought crossing her mind, would he say the same if she sucked his cock? Would he praise her like that?
Kafka's gaze then flicked to Olivia, catching her staring, and he smirked. "You can watch all you want, Mom." He said, his voice teasing but pointed. "But you got a job to do, too. Those thighs ain't gonna clean themselves."
Olivia blinked, her face flushing as she remembered her task. She glanced at his thigh, slick with Abigaille's juices, the warm, musky scent hitting her nose. Her heart thumped, a nervous hesitation gripping her, but Kafka's expectant look left her no choice.
She leaned down, giving the patch a sniff first.
The smell was sharp, like a ripe lemon with a tangy bite, making her nose twitch, but nonetheless bracing herself, she darted her tongue out, giving his thigh a quick lick.
"Lick!♡~"
The taste hit her instantly, sweet and sour, thick like a sauce you'd find at a fancy restaurant and her eyes widened, embarrassment flooding her as she realized she was comparing Abigaille's juices to food.
"Nnn!♡~ Suck!♡~ Ahh!♡~ Mmmph!♡~"
She licked again, slower this time, coating her tongue, her body warming at the strange, intimate act, her mind reeling at how she'd ended up here, tasting her best friend's release under her son's command.
"So, Mom, how's it taste?" Kafka glanced down at Olivia, her tongue gliding along his thigh, and smirked, his hand resting lightly on her head. "Mom's squirt, can you handle it, or is it too much for you? Too hard to stomach?"
Olivia paused mid-lick, her cheeks flushing as she looked up at him, her voice soft and coy.
"W-Well, Kafi, I thought I wouldn't like it at first." She said, giving his thigh another slow lick, her tongue collecting the slick juices. "I mean, who'd want to taste someone else's...body fluids, even if they're close? I'm new to this, so it felt weird, you know? But..." She glanced at Abigaille, who was still sucking his cock, then back at his thigh, her voice dropping to a shy whisper. "It's not bad a-and kinda enticing, actually. It's got all these flavors, sweet and tangy, and...I wouldn't mind licking it all off, I guess." She ducked her head, embarrassed but honest, her tongue darting out for another taste.
Kafka chuckled, patting her head gently. "Good girl, Mom." He said, his tone warm with approval. "You're fitting right into the family. Won't be long before you're all in, just like Mom." His praise sent a spark of joy through Olivia, her lips curling into a small smile as she licked again, more confidently now.
"Mmmph!♡~ Ahhh!♡~ Nnn!♡~ Suck!♡~"
She gripped his thigh, her fingers pressing into the hard muscle, and couldn't help but add, "Your thighs, Kafi...they're so hard. I was sitting on them earlier, and I knew they were firm, but running my tongue over them? They're like...tree logs, so thick and meaty. I didn't expect you to be this solid." Her hand caressed his thigh, her voice tinged with awe. "Compared to you, my thighs are so soft, so...plump. I'm almost ashamed standing next to you."
In response to this Kafka didn't hesitate as his hand suddenly slid down, groping her breast over her bra, making her gasp softly.
"Don't be ashamed, Mom." He said, his voice a teasing growl as he tweaked her nipple through the fabric. "That's just how it is, men's bodies are hard, women's are soft. Like these tits of yours, all plush and perfect." He chuckled, his fingers lingering. "I mean, it would weird as hell if your breasts were hard like my cock, right? And I really prefer if it wasn't since I love them soft, love burying my face in them and wiggling around." He raised his hand, stroking her cheek gently. "So, you're perfect as you are, Mom. No need to worry about a thing."
Olivia's heart swelled, a flush of pride washing over her at his words. Knowing her son loved her body, just as it was, lit a fire in her, and she dove back into licking his thigh, her lips pressing harder now, sucking up Abigaille's juices with a fervent, almost greedy energy.
"Slurp!♡~ Mmm!♡~ Ahh!♡~ Nnn! ♡~"
She dragged her mouth along his skin, drinking in the slick, tangy fluid, her eyes occasionally flicking to Abigaille, whose lips were wrapped tightly around Kafka's cock tip, sucking with loud, wet slurps...