God of Milfs: The Gods Request Me To Make a Milf Harem - Chapter 620

Chapter 620: What Would I Do To My Daughter?
Abigaille’s soft whimpers filled the kitchen, her body trembling as she ground her plush ass harder against her son’s crotch, the thick, pulsing heat of his erection pressing through his jeans, sending shivers of raw need through her core.

His tongue still lingered in her mouth, the kiss a wet, hungry clash that left her breathless, but he pulled back just enough to speak.

“It’s not just that beautiful face that makes you God’s daughter, Mom.” He murmured, his breath hot against her skin. “It’s this body—this sexy, plump, juicy body of yours.”

“…It simply doesn’t belong on earth. It’s too perfect, too sinful for this world.”

Before Abigaille could respond, Kafka’s hands moved with swift, hungry intent. He gripped the hem of her top and yanked it upward, pulling it over her head in one smooth motion, tossing it aside to reveal the full, heavy swell of her breasts, barely contained by her bra.

Her chest heaved, the creamy brown skin glistening under the kitchen’s warm light and then with a quick tug, he pulled her bra down, the fabric catching beneath her breasts, making them bounce free—fat, plump, and gloriously unrestrained.

They jiggled with each breath, her dark purple areolas stark against her skin, taut and begging for touch. Abigaille gasped, her cheeks flushing, but the heat in her pussy only intensified, her body arching instinctively toward him.

Kafka’s hands were on her instantly, his fingers sinking deep into the soft, yielding flesh of her breasts, kneading them with a possessive, almost reverent greed.

“Goddamn, Mom.” He groaned, his voice thick with lust. “These tits—look at how fucking erotic they are. So fat, so heavy, bouncing like they were made to be groped, made to be worshipped.”

His thumbs brushed her areolas, circling the puckered, purple peaks with slow, teasing strokes, making her nipples harden under his touch.

“No one else has breasts like these. They’re perfect, Mom. Only God’s favorite child could have tits this juicy, this fucking obscene.”

“Mmm!♡~ Ahhh!♡~ Noo!♡~”

Abigaille moaned, her head tilting back against his shoulder, her body quivering as his fingers dug into her flesh, squeezing and molding her breasts with a roughness that sent sparks of pleasure—pain shooting through her.

“Haughh!♡~ Ahnn!♡~ Nnn!♡~”

His words, dirty and unfiltered, wrapped around her like a spell, amplifying the heat pooling between her thighs. She whimpered, her hips twitching, grinding her ass harder against his crotch, feeling the rigid length of his cock pressing into her, straining against his jeans.

The sensation of his hardness, so blatant and undeniable, made her pulse race, her excitement spiking at the thought that she—her body, her curves was driving her son, her Kafi, wild with desire.

Kafka’s fingers then found her nipples, pinching them gently at first, then tugging them with a firm, insistent pull that made her cry out, her back arching to push her breasts further into his hands.

“Noo, Kafi!♡~ Noo!♡~ Hmmm!♡~”

He rolled the sensitive buds between his fingers, stretching them, twisting them, each movement sending jolts of pleasure straight to her spine.

“Fuck, these nipples.” He growled, his lips brushing her ear, his breath hot and ragged. “So hard, so perfect. I could play with these all day, Mom, just watch you squirm and moan for me.”

His hands cupped her breasts, lifting their heavy weight, letting them bounce in his palms before squeezing them again, his fingers sinking deep into the soft flesh.

At the same time, he pressed himself closer, grinding his cock against her ass with slow, purposeful thrusts. Even through his pants, she could feel the thick, throbbing heat of him, the way his erection nestled between her cheeks, slipping into the cleft as he rocked against her.

“And this ass…” He groaned, his voice dripping with lust. “This fat, lewd fucking ass. It’s unreal, Mom. So round, so juicy, I can’t keep my hands off it. It’s begging to be grabbed, to be fucked.”

His hands slid down briefly, gripping her hips to pull her tighter against him, his cock grinding deeper into her ass, the friction making her thighs clench with need.

“Ahh!♡~ Haughh!♡~ Haugg!♡~ Nnn!♡~”

Abigaille’s moans grew louder, her body trembling as she surrendered to the onslaught of sensation—his hands on her breasts, his cock against her ass, his filthy words painting her as a goddess of desire.

Her panties were soaked, the damp fabric clinging to her folds, her pussy throbbing with a desperate ache.

Kafka’s lips then returned to her neck, sucking hard enough to leave a mark, his teeth grazing her skin as he spoke. “How could God let a daughter like you come down to earth, Mom? This face, these tits, this ass—you’re too fucking perfect.”

“If I had a daughter this sexy, I’d never let her go. I’d keep her locked away, all to myself, and do unspeakable things to her every single day…Fuck her until she couldn’t think, until she was mine in every way.”

Abigaille’s body trembled, her slick thighs quivering as the heat of Kafka’s words and touch consumed her. The filthy image he’d painted—her as his captive, his to worship and ravage pushed her to the brink, her mind swirling with forbidden desire.

She turned in his arms, her movements slow and tender, her eyes glazed with lust as she faced him. Her plump breasts, still exposed, bounced softly, her purple nipples hard and aching from his relentless teasing.

“Kafi…” She purred, her tone a sultry mix of scolding and invitation. “You shouldn’t do such things with your daughter. Lewd acts like this….They’re not allowed.”

Kafka’s lips curled into a wicked smirk, his hands never leaving her body. His fingers pinched her nipples, tugging them with a firm, teasing pull that made her gasp, her back arching to press her breasts closer to his touch.

“Oh, Mom.” He growled, his voice thick with dark amusement. “What exactly do you think I’d do to you if I was your father? What unspeakable acts are you imagining in that pretty head of yours?”

His eyes burned into hers, daring her to voice the filthy thoughts swirling in her mind.

As he spoke, his hands slid lower, slipping beneath the waistband of her soaked panties. His fingers found her ass, groping the fat, juicy cheeks with a possessive hunger, kneading the soft flesh until she moaned.

Then, with a slow, teasing touch, he traced the cleft between her cheeks, his fingertip circling her tight anus, pressing against the sensitive ring with a gentle, insistent pressure.

“Ahhh!♡~ Not there!♡~ Nooo!♡~ Mm!♡~”

Abigaille’s breath hitched, her body shuddering as he slipped a finger inside, the intrusion slow and slick, stretching her in a way that made her thighs clench and her core throb with desperate need.

Her voice was a dirty, breathless whisper, her words spilling out in a rush of raw, unfiltered lust.

“K-Knowing you, Kafi, you naughty pervert of a son.”

She gasped, her hips rocking back to meet his probing finger.

“You wouldn’t care if I was your daughter or not. You’d lock me away, keep me all to yourself, treat me like some kind of sex slave.”

Her eyes fluttered shut, her body trembling as his finger pushed deeper, spreading her anus open, playing with the tight, sensitive walls in slow, teasing strokes.

“You’d…fuck, you’d have me naked all day, tied to your bed, my legs spread wide, my pussy dripping for you…You’d fuck me raw, Kafi, your cock pounding into me, filling me up until I’m screaming, begging for more.”

“…You wouldn’t stop, not even when I’m shaking, not even when I’m coming so hard I can’t think!♡~”

Kafka’s finger thrust deeper, curling inside her anus, stretching her wider as he groaned, his cock throbbing against her ass through his jeans.

“Keep going, Mom.” He urged, his voice a low, hungry growl. “Tell me more. What else would I do to my sexy little daughter?”

“Ahhh!♡~ Mmmm!♡~ Nnnn!♡~”

Abigaille’s moans grew louder, her body writhing as his finger fucked her ass, slow and deep, the sensation pushing her closer to the edge.

“You’d…oh, God, you’d suck my tits, Kafi!♡~” She whimpered, her voice thick with lust. “Bite my nipples, pull them with your teeth until I’m crying out, my pussy soaking the sheets!♡~ You’d fuck my ass, too, bend me over and shove your thick cock inside, stretching me until I’m sobbing, loving every second of it!♡~”

“You’d make me ride you, my fat ass bouncing on your cock, my tits jiggling in your face, and you’d spank me, leave my cheeks red and stinging, telling me what a naughty little slut I am for you!♡~”

Her words were a torrent of filth, each one painting a vivid, erotic picture that made her body burn hotter. She could feel his finger sliding in and out, spreading her anus, teasing the sensitive nerves until her legs shook.

“Y-You wouldn’t give me a break!♡~” She gasped, her hips grinding back against his hand, chasing the pleasure. “You’d fuck me all day, every day, in every hole, until I’m a mess, until I’m yours completely!♡~ You’d…fuck, you’d come inside me, fill my pussy, my ass, my mouth, mark me as yours!♡~”

“…You’d corrupt me, Kafi, turn me into your perfect little whore, begging for your cock, craving it, needing it to feel whole!♡~”