God of Milfs: The Gods Request Me To Make a Milf Harem

Kafka leaned back, his hands stroking both women's backs, his voice a satisfied hum.

"Normally, people always say a mom and dad are the ideal for raising a kid." He said, his tone thoughtful but laced with a smug edge. "That's the norm, right? Everywhere you look, it's mom and dad, mom and dad...But me?" He looked down at Olivia and Abigaille, both glancing up at him with adoring eyes. "I say a kid needs two moms, like I got...The love you two give me? It's more than any single mom or mom, and, dad pair could ever manage."

He paused, his hands tracing circles on their warm backs.

"No kid with just a mom and dad could get this, both parents pleasing him at the same time, giving him everything...If you want the perfect life, full of love, you need moms like mine. Beautiful, devoted, fucking perfect."

His words hit hard, filling Olivia and Abigaille with a surge of pride. They'd always worried Kafka might miss having a father, that they weren't enough without a male figure in his life.

But hearing him say they were more than enough, that he'd choose them over any 'normal' parents, made their hearts soar and only made them want to satisfy him more.

"Lick!♡~ Mmph!♡~ Ahh!♡~ Suck!♡~"

Abigaille sucked harder, her lips sliding over the tip of his cock, her tongue swirling around the slit, making wet, obscene noises as she cleaned him with a desperate fervor.

"Mmm!♡~ Ahhh!♡~ Slurp!♡~ Nnn!♡~"

Olivia too, caught up in the moment, stopped licking and pressed her whole mouth against his thigh, rubbing her lips and tongue along the slick skin like a vacuum, sucking up every drop of Abigaille's juices.

"Ahh!♡~ Suck!♡~ Mmph!♡~ Lick!♡~"

She even moved inward, her face brushing closer to his balls, not caring that they grazed her cheek as she cleaned the sensitive area, her lips pulling in the tangy fluid.

And while she was doing so, Olivia noticed a faint sheen of wetness on his balls, likely a stray splash of Abigaille's juices, and hesitated, her tongue hovering.

A shameful thought flickered through her as she wondered if she should clean that place as well?

Just a taste, maybe, to know what her son's skin was like there. He probably wouldn't notice, and she was curious, her body warm with the urge to please him further.

But before she could act, Kafka's voice cut through, sharp and firm. "Alright, you two that's enough." He said, his hands gripping both their shoulders. He then noticed Aigaille who wasn't heeding his words and tugged her off his cock, her lips popping free with a wet sound as she whined, still trying to lean back in. "Mom, Abigaille, I said stop. Both of you, that's it for tonight."

Olivia froze, her lips still pressed to his thigh, her eyes flicking up to him, while Abigaille pouted, her voice a soft plea. "But, Kafi, I was just—"

"No buts." Kafka said, his tone gentle but unyielding. "If you two keep going, I'm gonna get hard again, and we'll be here all night. It's late, and we gotta sleep." Не glanced at Olivia, his expression softening. "Mom, you're probably wiped from the drive. Let's wrap this up, yeah?"

Olivia nodded, pulling back, her cheeks flushed with relief and lingering heat that she didn't carry out with her shameful thought, while Abigaille sighed, her shoulders slumping, but she gave a reluctant nod.

"Fine, Kafi." She said, her voice tinged with a playful sulk. "But I cleaned that tip real good, didn't I? You're all shiny now."

Kafka chuckled, patting her head. "You did great, Mom. Both of you did. Now let's get to bed before we start this all over again."

Kafka zipped up his pants, tucking his semi-hard cock away, the fabric straining slightly against its bulk all the while Abigaille's eyes followed the motion, her lips pursed in a pout, clearly wishing she could've taken it deeper, tasted more of him.

He then stood, stretching his arms, then held out both hands to the women kneeling before him, his grin easy and gallant. "Come on you two, up you go." He said, his voice warm and so very different to the rough edge he'd had moments ago.

Seeing this, Abigaille grabbed his hand eagerly, pulling herself up with a smooth motion, her body still humming from the night's heat.

Olivia too reached for his other hand, her legs wobbly as she tried to stand, but her knees suddenly buckled, and she stumbled forward with a small gasp.

But before she could hit the floor, Kafka's arm shot out, catching her by the waist and yanking her against his chest. "Whoa, Mom, you alright?" He asked, his voice laced with worry, his grip firm but gentle. "What's with the stumbling? You hurt or something?"

Abigaille also leaned in, her brow creasing. "Liv, you okay? What's wrong?" She asked, her tone soft, her earlier rivalry forgotten as concern took over.

Olivia's cheeks flushed, and she waved them off with a shaky smile. "It's nothing, really." She said, her voice soft but reassuring. "My legs just...gave out a bit from kneeling so long. And, like Kafi said, I'm tired from the drive and...well, everything tonight." Her blush deepened as flashes of licking Abigaille's juices and every other act of depravity that happened tonight through her mind. "I'm fine, I promise. No need to worry."

Hearing this, Abigaille let out a sigh, her shoulders relaxing.

"Thank God." She said, her voice light with relief. "I didn't want you getting hurt on your first day back, Liv. You better take care of yourself more."

Her words carried a familiar warmth, and Olivia felt a quiet comfort settle in, realizing that beneath the night's wild rivalry, Abigaille was still the friend who cared for her deeply, unchanged despite the years apart.

Kafka, though, kept his eyes on Olivia, his gaze steady and intense, making her flush again. "What's wrong. Kafi?" She asked, her voice shy, her hand brushing her face. "Is there something on me?"

He shook his head, a small smile tugging at his lips. "Nah, Mom, nothing like that." He said, his tone low and thoughtful. "I was just thinking you two look beat and that it would be better if I take you to bed myself, make sure you don't trip again."

Before Olivia could ask what he meant, his hands gripped her waist, hoisting her up with ease and slinging her over his left shoulder like she weighed nothing and in response, she let out a startled squeak, her breasts pressing against his back, her soft belly squishing against his shoulder.

And then, in one fluid motion, he did the same with Abigaille, scooping her up and tossing her over his right shoulder, both women now dangling behind him, their faces inches apart as they stared at each other in shock.

Olivia squirmed, her legs kicking lightly in a flustered panic. "K-Kafi, what are you doing?" She yelped, her voice high and embarrassed. "Why are we up here like this? Put me down!" Her hands pushed against his back, her body warm with the strangeness of being carried like a sack, her ass up in the air.

But Kafka ignored her as he started walking toward the bedroom, his steps steady, his voice casual but firm. "Carrying you, Mom." He said, like it was obvious. "You're tired, and you almost fell. And because of that I don't want you stumbling again, so I'm taking you both to bed. It's the safest way."

Olivia's face burned, her position, so exposed, so undignified, making her squirm harder. "There's no need, Kafi!" She protested, her voice a flustered rush. "You don't have to exert yourself like this. I can walk, really!"

But Abigaille, hanging over his other shoulder, grinned cheekily, her eyes glinting with mischief.

"Oh, hush, Liv." She said, her voice playful. "Don't fight it, just enjoy Kafi's service. He's strong as hell, you know. Carrying us both is nothing to him. Relax, let him take care of you for once." She reached out, poking Olivia's cheek, her grin widening. "What, you don't like being lifted by your son?..Don't tell me you're hating this position."

Olivia's eyes widened, her voice turning coy. "I-It's not that!" She said quickly, her blush deepening. "I...I actually kinda like it, being held like this. It feels safe, you know? Like I don't have to worry about anything." She paused, her tone softening. "But I'm just...worried about Kafi. Is he really okay carrying us both? It's a lot, isn't it?" She glanced down at his back, her voice tinged with concern.

Kafka chuckled, his hands tightening briefly on their thighs, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh.

"I'm fine, Mom." He said, his tone easy, almost smug. "This isn't anything I can't handle. In fact, I'm thriving right now." He turned his head slightly, his eyes glinting as he glanced at their plump, upturned asses on either side. "I mean, I've got two perfect mountains here, one pale, snowy peak on the left, and a warm, sandy ridge on the right. With views like these, I'm feeling real encouraged."

His voice dripped with playful filth, and he punctuated it by leaning to each side, planting a firm, wet kiss on both Olivia's pale, juicy ass cheek and Abigaille's light brown, rounded one, his lips lingering just long enough to make their skin tingle.

Abigaille squealed, her voice a full of delight and false outrage. "Kafi, you naughty boy!" She said, giggling as she swatted his back lightly. "Taking advantage of your moms like this, kissing our asses when we can't even fight back? So cheeky!"

Olivia, on the other hand, buried her face in her hands, her body squirming with embarrassment, her voice muffled. "Kafi, that's...that's too much!" She mumbled, her cheeks burning as the heat of his kiss lingered on her skin, her pussy tingling with a shameful thrill at his boldness.

Kafka just laughed, his steps unwavering as he carried them down the hall, their bodies bouncing slightly with each stride, their breasts swaying, their soft bellies pressed tight against his shoulders.

"I'm just showing my love, moms." He said, his voice warm and teasing. "Now quit squirming, we're almost at the bedroom. I'm gonna tuck you both in nice and proper, when we get there."

His words carried a promise of care, but the playful tone in his tone kept the air charged, the night's heat still simmering between them as they headed towards the bedroom...