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

Abigaille, watching from Kafka's other side, rolled her eyes, her hand darting out to slap his wrist, making his fingers slide off Olivia's ass.

"Alright, Kafi, knock it off." She said, her voice firm but playful. "You've teased poor Liv enough for one night. Let her breathe, you menace." She leaned over his chest, her breasts brushing his skin, a protective edge in her tone.

Olivia let out a sigh of relief, her body sinking back against Kafka's chest, though a faint pang of disappointment flickered in her chest, her skin still warm where his hand had been.

"Thank you, Abi." She said, her voice soft but grateful. "He's too much sometimes." Her body relaxed, her cheek nuzzling his chest, the steady thump of his heartbeat calming her.

Abigaille nodded, her voice turning brisk. "Okay, enough of this." She said, her hand patting Kafka's chest. "It's bedtime, for real now. Let's sleep, you two, and don't start another round of teasing."

"...Oh, and Kafi, goodnight kiss, like always." Her tone was casual, like it was the most normal thing in the world, her body shifting to face him.

"G-Goodnight kiss?" Olivia's head tilted, her brow furrowing as she raised herself slightly, her voice hesitant. "Did I hear that right, Abi? What do you—"

Her words cut off, her breath catching as she saw Kafka and Abigaille lean toward each other, their lips meeting in a deep, unhurried kiss.

"Mmm!♡~ Mmm!♡~ Kiss!♡~ Mmm!♡~ Slurp!♡~"

It wasn't a quick peck, but a full, passionate press, their mouths moving together, the faint sound of their breathing filling the air.

Olivia's body froze, her eyes locked on the sight, a bit of shock and taboo unease churning in her chest. She couldn't see their tongues, but the way their lips melded, the soft tilt of their heads, made it clear this was no innocent kiss, it was the kind lovers shared, intimate and hungry.

"Kiss!♡~ Kiss!♡~ Mwah!♡~ Kiss!♡~ Nibble!♡~"

Her heart raced, a shameful curiosity sparking in her lower half as she watched Abigaille melt into Kafka, his hand cupping her cheek, pulling her deeper.

Abigaille looked so satisfied, so loved, her body soft and yielding, and a quiet ache bloomed in Olivia's chest. As wrong as it was, a mother and son shouldn't kiss like this, she couldn't deny the pull, the craving to feel that same connection, to be kissed by her son with such fierce affection. Her thighs pressed together, her body warm with a forbidden want she tried to push down.

"Smooch!♡~ Smooch!♡~ Kiss!♡~ Smooch!♡~ Sip!♡~"

After a moment, they pulled back slowly, Abigaille's lips glistening, her voice a soft purr. "Mmm, goodnight kisses are my favorite." She said, her hand brushing Kafka's chest, her body sinking back against him. "Never skipping those, Kafi. Best way to end the day."

Kafka chuckled, his hand sliding to her waist, his voice warm and teasing. "Any kiss from my mom's my favorite." He said, his tone firm, like it was a fact. "No debate there, Mom. You know that."

Abigaille laughed, her fingers tapping his chest. "Oh, you playboy." She said, her voice playful, her thighs shifting against his. "If we let you loose out there, you'd have girls swooning left and right, breaking hearts with that charm. Lucky we keep you locked up here with us."

She then turned, catching Olivia's stunned gaze, and her voice softened.

"Don't look so shocked, Liv. It's just our goodnight kiss, same as always. Like when we used to kiss Kafi's forehead when he was little, you know? Just...a bit more grown, up now. Lips instead of forehead, that's all."

"Grown, up is one way to put it." Olivia's cheeks burned, her fingers twitching against Kafka's chest, her voice a nervous whisper.

Seeing her flustered reaction, Abigaille's grin widened, her hand reaching out to nudge Olivia's shoulder. "Your turn, Liv." She said, her voice teasing but encouraging, her fingers brushing Olivia's arm. "You're his mom too, you know. Gotta keep up with tradition. Go on, give your son a goodnight kiss."

Olivia's breath caught, her body stiffening as she looked at Kafka, her voice shaky.

"Kafi, are you...really okay with this?" She asked, her fingers gripping his shoulders, her heart racing with nervous anticipation. "Kissing me like that, I mean. Is it...weird for you? Uncomfortable?" Her thighs shifted, her body warm with hesitation and curiosity, the idea of kissing him so intimately both thrilling and daunting.

In response, Kafka shook his head, his hand sliding to her back, pulling her closer, his voice a low, reassuring rumble. "It's not weird at all, Mom." He said, his tone warm and sincere. "Kissing a beautiful woman like you? That's a damn joy. But I know this is new for you, we never did this before. And Mom, told me you've never been in a relationship, so this'd be your first kiss, right?" His fingers traced her spine, his gaze steady, searching hers. "You okay with that? Your first kiss being with your son?"

Olivia's heart skipped, her body sinking into his touch, her mind racing. She thought for a moment, then a shy smile curved her lips, her voice soft but certain.

"It is my first kiss." She said, her tone quiet, a warm conviction settling in her chest. "And yes, first kisses are supposed to be with someone you love, someone you'd treasure forever."

"And you, Kafi, you're that for me...Not a romantic partner, sure, but someone I love with my whole heart, someone I'd give my life for. So...I don't mind. I-It's okay if my first kiss is with you."

Kafka's grin softened, his hand cupping her cheek, his thumb brushing her skin. "That's my mom." He said, his voice thick with affection, his body warm under hers. "C'mere, then. Let's make it a good one."

Olivia closed the distance, her lips brushing Kafka's, soft and gentle at first, her heart pounding with nerves and anticipation. His lips were warm, firm, moving gently against hers, guiding her with a quiet confidence.

"Mwah!♡~ Mwah!♡~ Pucker!♡~ Mwah!♡~ Suck!♡~"

The kiss then deepened, his hand sliding to the back of her head, pulling her closer, their mouths fitting together with a slow, intimate rhythm. Her body melted against his, her breasts pressing tighter to his chest, a soft moan escaping her as the kiss sent a warm thrill through her core.

"Peck!♡~ Peck!♡~ Kiss!♡~ Peck!♡~ Taste!♡~"

It wasn't just a kiss it was a connection, a shared moment that felt both forbidden and perfect, her mind quieting as she sank into the sensation.

They then pulled back slowly, her lips tingling, her breath shallow, her body still pressed against his and the moment they did, Abigaille clapped softly, her voice a playful hum.

"There you go, Liv!" She said. "Welcome to the goodnight kiss club. Feels nice, doesn't it? Nothing like it to send you off to dreamland."

Olivia's laugh was shaky, her body sinking back against Kafka's chest, her cheek nuzzling his warmth. "It's....something, alright." She said, her voice soft. "Not what I expected, but...nice. Really nice." Her thighs relaxed, her body curling closer, the kiss still tingling on her lips, a quiet joy settling in her chest.

"That's my moms, right there. Taking her first kiss like a champ." Kafka's arms then tightened around them, his hands splaying across their backs, his voice a low, contented murmur. "But now, no more talking, sleep, you two. You both got plenty more kisses where that came from tomorrow."

His fingers traced lazy patterns, his heartbeat lulling them, the bed creaking softly as they nestled deeper into his embrace, their family bound by love and defiance of convention, drifting toward sleep in the warmth of their shared bed.

Kafka also glanced down at Olivia and Abigaille, their bodies curled against him, eyes closed as sleep began to take hold. He then reached over, flicking off the bedside lamp, the room sinking into a soft, moonlit hush.

The warmth of both women, draped over his chest, felt like the coziest blanket imaginable, their steady breaths a soothing rhythm. He couldn't think of a better way to sleep, nestled between two women who loved him fiercely, their soft curves pressed close, a perfect haven.

Even if a storm raged outside, he figured he'd stay dead to the world, too comfortable to stir.

But that thought shattered when a sharp poke jabbed his side after a he long gone to sleep, relentless and annoying, like someone was trying to prod him awake. He groaned, keeping his eyes shut, hoping it'd stop, but the poking turned into a pinch, sharp enough to make him jolt and crack his eyes open.

In the dim light, Abigaille hovered over him, her usual sultry spark gone, replaced by a pitiful, almost fragile look, her fingers still pinching his arm.

He squinted at the clock, 3 a.m, way too late for this then at Olivia, who slept soundly beside him, her hand gripping his like a lifeline, tucked snugly between her breasts and thighs, her body curled around it like he was her anchor.

A faint smile curved her lips, as if she were lost in a sweet dream, and the sight made him chuckle softly, warmth blooming in his chest.

But Abigaille's insistent whisper snapped him back.

"Kafi..." She hissed, her voice low and urgent, her hand clutching his bare chest. "Kafi, wake up, please!"

He turned his head, his voice thick with sleep but teasing. "Mom, what the hell? Pinching me in the middle of the night?" He muttered, his hand brushing her arm. "And you look like you're about to cry, what's up? Gotta pee and too scared to go alone? Want me to hold your hand to the bathroom?" He smirked, already shifting to sit up, his body warm against hers.

"No, Kafi, it's not that!" Abigaille's hand pushed him back down, her voice a flustered rush. "I'm not some kid who can't go to the bathroom by herself! God, I'm old enough, you know that!" Her tone was indignant, her body tense, her warmth seeping into him.

"Oh, sure, Miss Independent." He chuckled, his hand sliding to her face, brushing a stray hair behind her ear, his fingers lingering on her cheek. "Except last week, when you binged that horror movie and were too spooked to even close your eyes. Woke me up at 2 a.m, begging me to walk you to the bathroom 'cause you thought some ghost was gonna jump out. Ring a bell?" His thumb grazed her skin, his touch gentle, coaxing a deeper fluster from her.

"Kafi, don't you dare bring that up!" Abigaille's hands flew to her hips, her body shifting on the mattress, her voice a sharp whisper. "That was totally different! That movie was creepy as hell, those shadows, the noises, ugh! Anyone would've been scared! You can't hold that against me!"

She leaned closer, her breath warm on his skin, her tone defensive.

"But that's not what I'm talking about, and you're dodging the point!"