NOVEL WEB Chapter 705: A Extremely Tight Fit
"Okay, Mom, but now I'm really curious." Kafka leaned forward, eyes sparkling with mischief, voice dripping with curiosity. "Like, seriously curious."
Olivia's posture stiffened, her voice wary as she caught the glint in his eyes, a lustful edge she'd come to recognize. "Curious about what, Kafi?" She asked, body tensing, heart racing as she braced for his next words, knowing they'd likely veer into dangerous territory.
His grin turned sly, voice low and teasing, eyes locked on hers with a bold confidence.
"I wanna see you in that underwear, Mom." He said just like she has predicted, hands gesturing toward her body. "I wanna see just how tight it is, how it's straining against you, like you said."
"...Gotta check if it's really as bad as you're making it sound." His tone was playful but firm, gaze unwavering, making her stomach flutter with nervous anticipation.
"Kafi, what? No way!" Olivia's face burned, body curling inward as she took a step back, voice a flustered rush. "Why do you need to see that? I already told you it's tight, I can confirm it myself! It's...it's uncomfortable, okay? That's enough, you don't need to see it!" Her voice cracked, eyes wide with disbelief that her son was asking to see her in her underwear, the request stirring a shameful heat deep in her lower half.
Kafka's gaze didn't waver, cool and confident, body leaning forward as he spoke, voice steady with a playful edge.
"Oh, come on, Mom, you know you don't have the right to ask questions in front of me." He said, hands gesturing dismissively, eyes glinting with dominance. "If I wanna see my mom in her underwear, it's your job to show me. No arguments, no question, just you doing whatever your beloved son says."
His tone was firm but teasing, a commanding presence that made her heart skip, her body tingling with resistance and surrender, the dynamic flipping as he took charge despite her being the mother.
Before she could protest, he reached out, hands grabbing her hips, pulling her closer until she stood right in front of him, body pressed against his seated form, his fingers digging into her curves, making her gasp.
"Take it off, Mom." He said, voice low and insistent, hands squeezing her ass, eyes locked on hers. "Show me that underwear. I wanna see how it digs into that gorgeous, fatty flesh of yours."
His grip tightened, drawing a soft whimper from her lips, her body trembling under his touch, heart racing with embarrassment and taboo thoughts.
Olivia's breath hitched, body frozen as she looked down at him, his domineering gaze leaving no room for refusal.
"F-Fine, Kafi." She said, voice a flustered whisper, hands trembling as she gripped her sweatshirt. "I'll do it, but only because you're being such a bully, pushing your own mom like this! I'm not doing it because I want to, okay?" Her tone was defiant but shaky, eyes flicking to his as she tried to hold onto some semblance of control, even as her body betrayed her with a flush of heat.
And then, with a hesitant breath, she slowly lifted the borrowed sweatshirt, fabric tight against her skin, revealing her navel first, then the lacy edge of Abigaille's black bra, stretched taut across her chest.
Her hands shook as she pulled it higher, the shirt bunching above her breasts, exposing massive, pale mounds that spilled over the bra, so full and heavy they seemed ready to burst free, like they could nourish a village with their abundance.
The bra dug into her flesh, the straps cutting into her skin, the cups barely containing her curves, fat bulging out as if begging for release.
Kafka's eyes widened, jaw dropping slightly as he stared, voice a low murmur of awe.
"Holy shit, Mom..." He said, body leaning closer to take in the sight. "That bra's fighting for its life. Look at that it's digging in so deep, like it's trying to cut through you. And those breasts...damn, they're spilling out like they're begging to be free."
His gaze was intense, fixed on the way the bra clung to her, the pale flesh bulging over the edges, a testament to her claim that she'd outgrown Abigaille's size.
Olivia's cheeks burned, hands clutching the sweatshirt above her chest, body trembling as she stood exposed, his brazen stare making her heart pound.
"Kafi, don't stare like that!" She said, voice a flustered squeak, eyes wide with embarrassment. "Your eyes are practically popping out! You saw me yesterday, it's not that big a deal!"
Her tone was scolding, but her body stayed still, letting him look, a shameful thrill coursing through her at his admiration, her confidence wavering but growing under his gaze.
Kafka's grin turned reverent, hand lifting slowly to trace the edge of her bra, fingers brushing the soft flesh spilling out, drawing a soft whimper from her lips.
"Yeah, I saw you yesterday, Mom." He said, voice low and awed, fingers caressing the bulging curve. "But this? This is something else."
"Yesterday, your breasts were contained, tucked in nice and tight....But now? They're practically bursting out, like they can't be held back. It's perfection, you know that?"
His touch was gentle but precise, fingers gliding along the straining bra, making her body shiver, her hand instinctively grabbing his head for balance.
"Kafi, you're...you're too much." She said, body trembling as she clung to his head, his words making her feel strangely proud despite her embarrassment.
Kafka's hands then moved to cup her breasts, fingers grazing the tight bra, voice a playful murmur as he noticed the two prominent points of her nipples poking through the fabric.
"Look at that." He said, fingers gently teasing the hardened buds, making her gasp and whimper. "Even your nipples are fighting to get out, huh? This bra's too small for them, Mom. They're screaming for more space." His fingers pinched lightly, drawing a moan from her, her body arching slightly as she clung to him.
"Kafi, stop, you're playing too much!" Olivia's voice was a flustered plea, hands gripping his shoulders, body trembling under his touch. "If you keep doing that, the bra's gonna break, and Abi's gonna scold me for ruining her stuff! Please, be gentle!" Her words were desperate, but her body leaned into his touch, heart pounding with the sensation of his teasing.
Kafka chuckled, hands pausing but not retreating, voice a teasing hum.
"Alright, alright, I'll leave your breasts alone...for now." He said, eyes glinting with mischief as he leaned back slightly. "But let's see the rest. Show me those panties, Mom. Bet they're just as tight." His tone was commanding, body relaxed but eyes fixed on her, urging her to continue.
Olivia's cheeks flared, body tensing as she hesitated, hands still holding the sweatshirt above her breasts. "Kafi, you're such a bad boy, making your mother strip like this." She said, voice a shy mumble, heart racing with embarrassment.
But the courage from showing her bra gave her a slight boost, and with a deep breath, she moved her hands to the waistband of her borrowed sweatpants, fingers trembling as she slowly pulled them down.
The fabric slid over her hips, revealing black panties that clung to her skin, sinking into her flesh, outlining her pussy so tightly it was almost obscene, the shape of her curves starkly visible, the fabric digging into her sensitive skin.
Kafka's eyes widened once again, hands reaching out to trace the edge of her panties, fingers brushing the soft flesh where they dug in, drawing another whimper from her lips.
"Damn, Mom." He said, his voice full of awe and teasing, fingers gliding over her skin. "It's not just the bra, these panties are clinging on for dear life. Look at that, they're practically cutting into you...I'm worried they're gonna leave marks on this sensitive skin."
His fingers grazed her clit, teasing the area where her labia bulged against the tight fabric, making her gasp and tremble.
"Kafi, don't be so rough!" Olivia's voice was a flustered plea, hands clutching his shoulders, body shivering under his touch. "You're gonna ruin them, and I can't...I can't handle you touching me like that! It's too much!" Her words were desperate, but her body arched slightly, leaning into his touch, heart racing with the way he touched her special place.
Kafka didn't listen as his fingers continued to tease, pinching the bulging flesh gently, voice a playful murmur.
"Your lower lips are right there, Mom, practically begging to be seen." He said, eyes glinting with delight. "Normally, panties hide all that, but these? They're showing everything, like you're wearing lingerie meant to seduce someone." His fingers traced her labia that was exposed to the sides, making her whimper louder, body trembling as he teased. "It's like they're screaming for attention."
Olivia's cheeks burned, voice a flustered squeak as she shook her head.
"No, Kafi, it's not like that!" She said, body curling inward, hands gripping his shoulders tighter. "I didn't mean to wear them like this, I'm not trying to seduce you! They're just...too tight, that's all!" Her words were a defensive rush, heart pounding with embarrassment, but his teasing only made her body warmer, her arousal undeniable.
Kafka chuckled, voice a low hum as he leaned back, eyes still fixed on her. "Alright, turn around, Mom." He said, tone commanding but playful, hands gesturing for her to move. "Let's see the back."
Olivia hesitated, body trembling, but his gaze left no room for argument, and she slowly turned, revealing her pale, plump ass, the panties sunk deep into her crack, barely covering her curves.
Kafka's hands reached out again, fingers tracing the fabric where it dug into her flesh, drawing a soft moan from her lips.
"Holy shit, Mom." He said in awe, fingers groping her softly. "This is wild. Your panties are practically disappearing into your ass crack, like they're trying to hide in there." His fingers dipped in deeper, as if trying to pull the fabric free, making her gasp. "It's like you're wearing a thong, the kind people wear to show off."
"...You're out here outdoing Mom's whole wardrobe."
Feeling him tugging on her panties, Olivia's body jolted, voice a flustered squeak as she spun back around, hands yanking her pants up, sweatshirt falling to cover her bra, heart racing with panic.
"Kafi, stop it!" She said, eyes wide with embarrassment, body curling inward. "You can't just...pull on them like that! If you rip Abi's underwear, she's gonna kill me, especially with the state she's in now! I'm serious, don't do that!" She said in a pleading manner, hands clutching her clothes, mortified by how far he'd pushed her.
"Alright, alright, I'll behave." He said, eyes glinting with mischief, voice teasing. "But damn, Mom, you're something else. Got me all worked up first thing in the morning. You're lucky I didn't pull harder."
"You're such a bully, Kafi." Olivia's cheeks burned, hands smoothing her clothes, voice a shy mumble as she looked away. "Teasing your own mom like that, so early in the day. I can't believe I let you talk me into this."
Her words felt like she was reprimandeding him, but a tiny smile tugged at her lips, heart warmed by his playful attention, even as she struggled to process the taboo of it all a son checking out his mother's underwear...