God of Milfs: The Gods Request Me To Make a Milf Harem - Chapter 673

Chapter 673: Dirty Words

Kafka’s voice was a low, dirty purr as he leaned closer, the massive sausage still dangling from the fork, its thick, glistening form a taunting promise inches from her lips.

“Alright, Mom…” He growled, his eyes burning with dominance. “Time to take this fat fucking sausage into that pretty little mouth of yours. Gotta take it deep, make it feel real good in there.” He pressed the sausage against her lips, its warm, spiced surface teasing her, his voice dropping to a filthy whisper. “Ever had something this thick in your mouth before, Mom? Something so big it stretches you wide, fills you up till you can’t think straight?”

Olivia’s cheeks flamed, her heart pounding as she shook her head, her voice a shy, trembling whisper.

“N-No, Kafi.” She stammered, her eyes flicking to the sausage, its girth daunting, a challenge she’d never faced. “I…I usually take small bites, little pieces. I’ve never had anything this…this big in my mouth. It’s too much.” Her admission was raw, her embarrassment surging, but the heat in her pussy betrayed her, a shameful thrill at the thought of trying to take it.

Kafka’s grin was cruel, his hand tightening on her neck, his fingers digging into her skin with a possessive edge.

“Don’t worry, Mom.” He murmured, his voice a dirty caress. “I’m gonna slide this thick sausage right in, make you feel how fucking good it is to have something so big, so deep inside that sweet mouth. Gonna stuff you full, let you taste every juicy inch.”

“…I bet it would feel good, wouldn’t it? Having something long and hard, stretching you out, filling you up.” His words were obscene, turning the act of eating into a perverse ritual, and Olivia’s body trembled, her arousal spiking despite her horror.

Abigaille leaned closer, her breast squishing against Kafka’s arm, her voice a sultry, seductive purr as she joined in, her eyes glinting with delight.

“Oh, fuck, Liv, it feels so damn good, doesn’t it?” She moaned, her tone dripping with filth. “Having that big, meaty thing deep in your mouth, so thick it chokes you, so long it hits the back of your throat.”

“It’s like your mouth’s all sealed up, stuffed so full nothing else can fit, just pure, raw love pouring in. I can see it in your eyes, you’re craving that sausage, wanting to suck every drop of that juicy meat, aren’t you?”

Her words were a taunt, blurring the line between food and something far more depraved, and Olivia’s mind reeled, her pussy throbbing as she wondered if Abigaille was even talking about the sausage or something else entirely.

Kafka’s focus snapped back to Olivia, his voice a commanding growl as he held the sausage against her lips, its heat searing her skin.

“Open that pretty mouth, Mom.” He ordered, his eyes boring into hers, his tone unrelenting. “Gotta open wide, cause that tight little mouth of yours isn’t gonna handle this fat sausage unless you stretch it all the way.”

“…Show me how bad you want it, how much you’re begging to get taken in by this meat.” He said, as Olivia’s cheeks burned, her embarrassment warring with a shameful urge to obey.

Shyly, she parted her lips, her mouth opening as wide as she could, the act exposing her soft, pink interior, her pearly teeth gleaming in the dim light. Kafka’s eyes darkened, a glint flashing as he leaned closer, inspecting her open mouth with a dirty smirk.

“Fuck, that’s a cute little mouth.” He murmured, his voice thick with lust. “But it’s still too small for this monster sausage. Gonna be a tight fit, Mom, but don’t worry if it doesn’t slide in easy, I’ll just jam it in, stuff that thick meat right down your throat.”

“…You like it raw, don’t you? Whole and untouched, just like you said. Bet you’re regretting that now, huh?” His taunt stung, her earlier confession about loving whole sausages twisted into a humiliating trap, and Olivia’s heart raced, her regret mingling with a perverse thrill at his dominance.

She held her mouth open, her eyes wide with anticipation, her body trembling as Kafka raised the sausage, its tip brushing her lips, poised to enter.

But just as he was about to push it in, he stopped, his grin turning evil, his voice a low, teasing challenge. “Hold up, Mom.” He said, his eyes glinting with mischief. “If you wanna really relish this sausage, you gotta show me how much you crave it, how bad you’re dying to have it.”

“…Beg for it, Mom. Beg to have this fat, juicy sausage in your mouth, like it’s the only thing you’ve ever wanted.”

Olivia’s jaw dropped, her embarrassment surging as she shook her head, her voice a flustered protest.

“Kafi, no, that’s…that’s too much!” She stammered, her cheeks flaming. “I don’t need to beg for food—it’s weird, it’s embarrassing. Can’t I just…eat it?” Her plea was desperate, the idea of begging so humiliating it made her pussy clench, her arousal a shameful secret she couldn’t hide.

Kafka’s eyes narrowed, his gaze stern and unyielding, his hand tightening on her neck, a dominant pressure that sent a jolt through her.

“Not good enough, Mom.” He growled, his voice a filthy command. “I’m the one who cooked this feast, who slaved over this fucking sausage for you. So, I wanna hear you beg for it, like it’s the last piece of meat on earth, like your life depends on getting it in that greedy little mouth.”

“…Beg for my sausage, Mom—beg like you’re starving, like you’ll die without it.”

His tone was overbearing, his authority absolute, and Olivia’s frustration flared, her body hot and stuffy, her pussy soaking through her underwear as his aggression stoked a fire she couldn’t quench.

Abigaille’s laughter was a sultry chime, her eyes shimmering with arousal as she leaned closer, her voice a dirty whisper.

“Go on, Olivia, beg for that big, fat sausage.” She urged, her breast pressing against Kafka’s arm, her smile wicked. “Tell him how bad you need it, how you’re aching to suck it down, to feel it stretch your mouth wide?…Beg like a good little girl, and he’ll give you what you want.” She said, pushing Olivia deeper into the depraved game, and Olivia’s embarrassment surged, her body trembling with a shameful need she couldn’t deny.

With Kafka’s hand on her neck, his stern gaze boring into her, Olivia had no choice. She looked up at him, her eyes coy and pleading, her voice a trembling, dirty whisper.

“Please, Kafi.” She said, her tone laced with desperation. “I want your sausage in my mouth. I-I want it so bad, I can’t stand it. Please, give it to me, let me taste it, let me have it deep.” Her words were obscene, her blush deepening as she surrendered to the act, her pussy throbbing with every syllable.

Kafka’s grin widened, his voice a low, filthy growl.

“How much do you want it, Mom?” He pressed, his hand tightening, pulling her closer. “How desperate are you to get this sausage down your throat? Tell me how far would you go for it?”

Olivia’s breath hitched, her voice breaking as she leaned into his dominance, her words a fervent plea.

“I-I’d give anything, Kafi!♡~” She gasped, her eyes locked on his, her body trembling with need. “My life, my soul, anything, just give me that sausage, shove it deep in my mouth.”

“…I need it, I’m fucking, I want nothing else but that big, juicy meat filling me up!♡~”

Her confession was raw, her arousal spilling over, her pussy dripping as she begged, the act degrading but intoxicating.

Kafka’s eyes gleamed, a spark of victory flashing as he leaned closer, his voice a dirty command.

“Not just any sausage, Mom.” He growled, his hand gripping her neck, his thumb brushing her jaw. “It’s my sausage, thick and fat and made for you. Say it, tell me you want my sausage in your mouth, that you’re dying to suck it, lick it, taste every fucking inch.”

Olivia’s cheeks burned, her embarrassment peaking, but the heat in her core drove her on, her voice a sultry, desperate moan.

“I want your sausage, Kafi!♡~” She said, her eyes pleading, her tongue darting out to wet her lips. “Your big, fat, juicy, burly sausage, deep in my mouth. I wanna taste it all, lick it, suck it, have my tongue all over it, savor every inch!♡~ Please, give it to me, stuff it in, make me choke on it!♡~” Her words were filthy, a surrender to the depravity and look of satisfaction appeared on her face.

“Good girl.” He murmured, his hand stroking her neck, his eyes burning with satisfaction. “That’s desperate enough. Open up, Mom, wide as you can, let me see that hungry mouth.”

Olivia obeyed, her lips parting fully, her mouth a gaping invitation, her pink interior glistening, her eyes wide with anticipation.

Kafka held the sausage above her, its tip brushing her lips, and slowly pushed it in, the thick meat filling her mouth, stretching her wide until she felt it press against her tongue, heavy and unyielding.

“Don’t bite.” He ordered, his voice a dirty growl, his hand steadying her neck. “Savor it first, Mom. Feel that fat sausage filling you up, taste every single spot. Use your tongue, wrap it around, suck it like you mean it.”

Olivia’s eyes watered, the sausage overwhelming, its girth making her mouth feel impossibly full, a faint discomfort mingling with the rich, spiced flavor.

She hesitated, her body tensing, but Kafka’s voice was firm, calming. “Handle it, Mom, don’t panic. You’ll get used to it, just let it sit there, let it own your mouth. Tongue it, love it, make it yours.”

Struggling but obedient, Olivia wrapped her lips tighter around the sausage, her tongue gliding over its surface, sucking gently, the flavor bursting—salty, spicy, creamy with cheese, a sensory overload that made her pussy clench.

“Mmph!♡~ Mmm!♡~ Slurp!♡~ Ahhh!♡~”

She worked her tongue, swirling it around, tasting every ridge, her arousal spiking as she surrendered to the act, her mouth a vessel for Kafka’s will.

Abigaille’s moan was a sultry hymn, her voice a filthy whisper. “Oh, Olivia, that looks so lewd.” She purred, her breast pressing against Kafka’s arm, her smile wicked. “Sucking that sausage like it’s something else, like you’re taking a big, hard cock deep in your mouth.”

“…I’ve never seen you make that face—so desperate, so needy. I love it, you cute little slut, choking on that meat like you were born for it.”

She said out loud, amplifying the depravity, and Olivia’s cheeks burned, her embarrassment surging even as her tongue worked the sausage, her body trembling with shameful pleasure.

“Nnn!♡~ Suck!♡~ Ahh!♡~ Mmmph!♡~”

Kafka nodded, his voice a low, dirty praise. “You said she’s always so composed, so scary…” He said, his eyes locked on Olivia’s stuffed mouth. “…but look at her now just a cute little girl, struggling with a big, fat sausage in her mouth.”

“…Can’t handle it, can you, Mom? But you’re trying so hard, sucking it like a good slut, making me so fucking proud.”

His words echoed in her mind, a torrent of degradation that pushed her to the edge. The dirty talk, the way he commanded her, was already too much, a relentless assault on her crumbling resolve.

But slut…that word, spat with such casual ownership, was a knife to her heart, a line crossed she couldn’t ignore.

Her body burned with arousal, her pussy clenching at the humiliation, but the shame was unbearable, a searing reminder of the taboo they were dancing with.

Olivia pulled back, the sausage slipping from her mouth with a wet pop, her lips glistening with saliva, her eyes wide and desperate as she stared at Kafka.

“Kafi, no…” She gasped, her voice trembling with indignation and need, her hands clutching her chest as if to shield herself. “You can’t…you can’t call me that. Calling your own mother a slut? It’s wrong, it’s degrading, it’s…it’s not okay. Please, don’t say it again!”

Her plea was fervent, her cheeks flaming, but deep inside, a traitorous heat pulsed, the word igniting a dark thrill, making her feel like a worthless piece of meat, a plaything for her son’s desires.

She hated it, yet craved it, the contradiction tearing at her soul…