God of Milfs: The Gods Request Me To Make a Milf Harem - Chapter 587

Chapter 587: Drowning In Milk
Camila and Nina watched, transfixed, their breaths shallow as the scene unfolded.

Camila bit her lip, her eyes dark with heat as she muttered. “She’s killing it—fucking killing it. I’m actually sweating over here.”

Nina nodded, her grip on the chair tightening as she whispered. “Yeah, she’s a goddamn succubus now—those dirty lines, just where is she getting them from.”

Abigaille, lost in her roleplay, kept up her seductive torrent, her breasts a relentless, erotic storm against Kafka’s face as she reveled in the naughty power of her own imagination.

…That is until her sultry torrent of dirty talk suddenly slowed, her voice trailing off into a soft, ragged whisper as she went quiet, her breasts still pressed against Kafka’s face, their weight a lingering tease.

The room was full of a sudden stillness, her breaths coming in shallow, uneven bursts as she pulled back slightly, her hands trembling as they hovered over her chest almost if she realised something that she was trying to hide.

Her eyes darted down to him, then away, a deep flush creeping up her neck as she bit her lip, her composure unraveling into a flustered mess.

“Oh…Oh goodness.” She finally murmured, her voice quivering with a mix of shame and raw honesty as she clutched at herself, her fingers brushing her bare skin. “I—I’ve been saying all these naughty things, teasing you like that, but…I can’t pretend anymore.”

“…Pretend that even with all this talk, I’ve not been getting so excited too excited—for a while now.”

She glanced down at him, her son sprawled beneath her, his face framed by the shadow of her naked breasts, and a shiver ran through her.

“Seeing you right there, Kafi, so close to me, under my…my bare breasts—it’s been driving me wild!♡~”

She hesitated, then, with a shaky breath, lifted her hands to cup her breasts, her fingers trembling as she pointed at her nipples—hard, perky, and visibly quivering with arousal.

“Look at them, Kafi.” She whispered, her voice dropping to a sultry, vulnerable hush. “See how horny I am? They’re trembling—aching—just from having you so near.”

“…I’ve been trying to play it off, but…oh, I can’t hold back anymore.”

Her eyes locked onto his, dark and desperate, her tone turning urgent and needy.

“I want your lips on my nipples, sweetie—right now!♡~ I need it—please, don’t make me wait any longer!♡~”

And then without another word, she plunged forward, guiding one swollen nipple straight to his mouth, pressing it against his lips with a soft, insistent nudge.

Kafka, perfectly in sync with her cue, parted his lips and latched on, his tongue flicking out to tease the sensitive peak before he sucked hard, a hungry edge to his movements.

“Lick!♡~ Mmph!♡~ Ahh!♡~ Suck!♡~”

Abigaille’s head tipped back, a loud, throaty moan spilling from her as her body arched into him. “Oh—yes, sweetie!♡~” She gasped, her voice thick with ecstasy as she tangled her fingers in his hair, holding him close. “That’s it—suck on Mommy’s breasts, just like that. Oh, it feels so good—so damn good to have you on me like this!♡~”

He switched to her other nipple, his mouth working with a crazed fervor, sucking and tugging as his tongue rolled over the tender flesh, and Abigaille’s moans grew louder, more unrestrained.

“Mmm!♡~ Ahhh!♡~ Slurp!♡~ Nnn!♡~”

“Oh, your tongue—God, the way it rolls over my nipples, it’s driving me insane!♡~” She cried, her voice a sultry wail as she rocked against him, her breasts bouncing with each shuddering breath. “It’s so hot, so wet—I can feel every little flick, every swirl, and it’s lighting me up inside!♡~ My flesh—oh, baby boy, I can feel your face, so warm against me, pressed right into me like you can’t get enough. It’s perfect—you’re perfect!♡~”

Her hands roamed over his head, pulling him tighter as she surrendered to the sensation, her words tumbling out in a lust-drunk haze.

“Mmph!♡~ Mmm!♡~ Slurp!♡~ Ahhh!♡~”

“And this this taboo feeling, having my grown son sucking on my breasts—it’s so wrong, so dirty, and it feels so fucking good I can’t stand it!♡~”

“…You’re all big and strong now, not my little boy anymore, but here you are, latched onto me like you used to, and it’s making me so horny I can barely think straight!♡~”

She moaned again, her hips squirming as he sucked harder, his lips tugging at her nipple with a greedy pull that sent sparks shooting through her.

“Nnn!♡~ Suck!♡~ Ahh!♡~ Mmmph!♡~”

“Oh, baby boy, you’ve got Mommy trembling—Mommy’s whole body’s on fire!♡~” She whimpered, her voice breaking with need as she pressed her breast deeper into his mouth. “The way your lips clamp down, sucking me like you’re starving for it—God, it’s filthy and I love it!♡~”

“I can feel your breath, hot and quick against my skin, and it’s making my nipples throb—making me ache all over…You’re driving your Mommy wild, you naughty, beautiful boy—don’t stop, please, don’t ever stop!♡~”

“Mmmph!♡~ Ahhh!♡~ Nnn!♡~ Suck!♡~”

Her moans turned into a melodic chant, her body swaying with every pull of his mouth, the taboo thrill of it all pushing her higher as she reveled in the raw, erotic heat of their shared fantasy.

Camila and Nina, still watching from the sidelines, were practically vibrating with excitement, their eyes glued to the scene.

Camila let out a low. “My god, she’s gone full throttle—I’m dying over here.” Her voice thick with arousal as she fanned herself harder.

Nina nodded, her own breath ragged as she muttered. “Yeah, she’s a goddamn siren now—those moans, that dirty talk? I’m toast.”

Abigaille, lost in her spiraling pleasure, didn’t hear them, her world narrowed to Kafka’s lips, his tongue, and the deliciously wicked sensation of her breasts being worshipped as she moaned her way into ecstasy.

“Ahh!♡~ Suck!♡~ Mmph!♡~ Lick!♡~”

She gazed down at Kafka, her eyes shimmering with a wild, excited love as he sucked eagerly at her breast, his lips pulling at her nipple with a fervor that sent shivers racing through her. Her heart raced, and she let out a soft, trembling moan, her fingers tightening in his hair as she pressed herself closer.

“Oh, sweetie.” She finally whispered like she were about to reveal a secret that she had been hiding all this while, her voice full of raw, unfiltered adoration. “I-I can’t hide it anymore—I can’t keep pretending.”

“…The truth is that I’ve loved you this whole time—not just as my boy, not just as a man, but…so much more. I’ve been hiding it, burying it deep, but it’s been burning inside me for years.”

Her moan deepened, a sultry sound that spilled from her lips as she rocked against him, her body trembling with the heat of her confession.

“Ever since you started becoming a man, I couldn’t help it—I saw the changes in you, the way you grew, and it excited me in ways I couldn’t admit…Every time I looked at you, my heart raced, my skin tingled.”

“…God, you drove me wild without even knowing it!♡~”

Her words tumbled out in a drunk rush, her eyes glazing over as memories flooded her mind.

“Like…after you’d take a bath, I’d sneak into the bathroom, grab your dirty clothes—your shirts, your underwear—and bury my face in them. I’d inhale you, that musky, primal scent, and it’d send me over the edge.”

“I’d then take them to your bed, sprawl out on your sheets, and finger myself—hard—imagining you banging me, your hot cock filling me up, pounding me until I couldn’t breathe!♡~”

Kafka sucked harder, his tongue swirling over her nipple, and Abigaille’s voice broke into a ragged cry, her climax creeping closer as she clung to him.

“Oh, you’ve got no idea how perverted your Mommy really is.” She gasped, her tone turning wicked and desperate as she rode the wave of sensation. “More than you ever thought—way more. I’d do anything to keep you mine, sweetie.”

“…To make sure no other woman got too close, I’d…I’d rub my love juice on my hands, and when I hugged you goodbye before school, I’d smear it all over your clothes—your jacket, your shirt—letting my pheromones sink into you, marking you so those silly little girls would smell me on you and stay away…”

“…My scent was my shield, keeping you all to myself!♡~”

Her eyes dropped lower, locking onto his crotch as she continued, her voice dipping into a dark, sultry confession.

“And the worst part—or maybe the best…” She murmured, a love-drenched haze clouding her gaze as she stared into him. “…is that for years now, I’ve been sneaking into your room at night.”

“I’d creep in while you slept, peel back your pants, and just…look at you. I’d take pictures of your cock—snap after snap—fascinated by how it grew, how it changed over time…I’ve got a whole collection, you know, darling—years of your growth, all tucked away for me!”

“…And with those photos? I made a dildo—molded it just like yours and every night, I’d fuck myself with it, imagining you were on top of me, filling me up, impregnating me with every thrust, giving me all the babies I’ve dreamed of having with you.”

Her hand slid down, trembling with need as she reached for his crotch, her fingers brushing over the hard bulge in his pants. She stroked him slowly, her touch firm and deliberate, her voice dropping to a husky growl.

“This cock…” She purred, her eyes glinting with obsession as she caressed him through the fabric. “This gorgeous, perfect cock—it’s the one I’ve been fascinated with, the one I’ve craved. I want it inside me, darling—deep in my pussy, filling me up with your seed, pumping me full until I’m swollen with your babies. I’ve wanted it so bad, for so long—your hot, thick cock claiming me, making me yours in every dirty, delicious way.”

Her strokes quickened, her moans rising as Kafka sucked ravenously at her breast, her climax teetering on the edge.

“Oh—fuck, I’m close!♡~” She cried, her body shuddering as she pressed her nipple deeper into his mouth. “Suck me harder, sugar pie—make your Mommy come while I stroke this cock I’ve dreamed of!♡~ You’re mine—all mine—and I’ll give you everything, every filthy fantasy I’ve kept locked away!♡~”

Camila and Nina swayed on their feet, dizzy with the intensity of Abigaille’s confessions.

Camila clutched her chest, her voice a breathless rasp. “She’s…She’s unhinged—I’m spinning over here, it’s too fucking hot!”

Nina nodded, her knees weak as she gripped the chair, muttering. “Yeah, I’m lightheaded—she’s a freak in the best way possible. This is insane!”

Abigaille, lost in her spiraling ecstasy, didn’t hear them, her world consumed by Kafka’s mouth on her breast and the throbbing heat of his arousal under her hand, her love and lust crashing together in a wild, erotic storm.

…And just as everything was going smoothly, her body gave way completely, her control shattering as Kafka’s teeth grazed her nipple with that final, sharp bite.

Her hand, buried beneath his pants, stroked his cock with a desperate, frenzied rhythm, and a loud, wordless scream tore from her throat as her climax crashed over her.

“Ahhh!♡~ M-Mommy’s cumming, Kafi!♡~ Nnn!♡~ Mommy’s cumming for her baby boy!♡~ Ahnn!♡~ Cumming for you so much!♡~ Haugh!♡~”

“Schlurp!♡~ Splish!♡~ Splat!♡~ Squish!♡~”

Her hips jerked, and she came hard, squirting a flood of wet heat that soaked her thighs and drenched the sofa beneath her in a wild, unrestrained torrent.

“Gloop!♡~ Drip!♡~ Splurt!♡~ Plop!♡~”

But in that same electrifying moment, her breasts unleashed their own floor—milk erupting from her nipples in powerful, unrelenting streams, a creamy cascade that poured forth like a broken dam, unstoppable and raw.

“Thwap!♡~ Schlurp!♡~ Squish!♡~ Sploosh!♡~”

She went silent, her voice swallowed by the sheer intensity of her ecstasy, her head tipping back as her eyes fluttered shut, lost in a haze of pure, primal bliss, while her body trembled, shuddering with every pulse of pleasure, her breasts swaying as they sprayed milk everywhere, drenching Kafka beneath her in a flood of warm, unadulterated cream.

“Thwap!♡~ Schlurp!♡~ Squish!♡~ Sploosh!♡~”

It gushed nonstop, splattering across his face, soaking his hair, and running down his chest in thick, glistening rivers, the sweet, musky scent filling the air as it overwhelmed everything in its path.

“Slosh!♡~ Splish!♡~ Glug!♡~ Squelch!♡~”

Kafka, pinned beneath her, was drowning in it.

His mouth opened wide, instinctively trying to catch the torrents, gulping down frantic mouthfuls as the milk poured over him.

But the volume was too much—far too much.

“Splat!♡~ Plop!♡~ Thwap!♡~ Gloop!♡~”

It streamed over his lips, spilled down his chin, and flooded his face, coating him in a slick, white mask that clung to his skin and dripped from his lashes.

“Schlurp!♡~ Splish!♡~ Splat!♡~ Squish!♡~”

He sputtered, gasping for air as it flowed into his nose, his throat, his ears, his hands flailing uselessly against her thighs as he finally surrendered to the relentless tide know that he could do nothing to stop the shower of warm, sweet milk on his face.

Milk soaked his shirt, pooled in the hollow of his neck, and drenched the sofa, a wet mess that left him helpless and submerged, his muffled grunts barely audible under the liquid onslaught.

Camila and Nina who were watching wer frozen in awe, their breaths shallow and uneven.

Camila’s hands hovered near her face, her voice a shaky whisper. “Abi she…She’s gone—look at that milk, it’s everywhere…And it’s still coming out.”

Nina nodded, her eyes wide and unblinking, muttering. “H-He’s drowning—holy fuck! This is actually too much!…S-Should we save him before he suffocates in his mother’s breast milk”

…While Abigaille herself, adrift in her silent, shuddering bliss, didn’t hear them, her world reduced to the quaking of her body and the unending flow that consumed Kafka beneath her.