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

"Excited?" She echoed, her eyes narrowing, her heart racing with a anticipation and unease. "What do you mean, Kafi? Over happy? What's so suspicious about that?" Her question was careful, her gaze searching his, sensing the shift in his tone, the hidden meaning behind his words.

Kafka gave a nervous chuckle, his hand rubbing his neck again, his voice a low, embarrassed murmur.

"Don't laugh at me, okay?" He said, his eyes flicking to hers, pleading. "Promise you won't make fun of me for this, Mom." Olivia nodded frantically, her eyes wide, her hands clutching his arm, her eagerness palpable, and Kafka sighed, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Look down, Mom. Look at down, and you'll see what I mean by over excited."

Olivia's brow furrowed, her confusion deepening as she glanced to her left, her eyes scanning the floor beneath the chair, finding nothing.

"What?" She mumbled, her voice puzzled, her gaze flicking back to him. "There's nothing there, Kafi."

He shook his head, his flush deepening, his voice a low, suggestive growl.

"Other side, Mom...On my lap, right here."

His hand gestured to his crotch, and Olivia's eyes followed, her breath catching as she looked down, her gaze landing on the bulge in his underwear, a massive, throbbing outline that seemed to strain against the fabric, impossibly larger than before, as if it had grown inches in moments.

Her eyes widened, a gasp escaping her as she froze, her cheeks flaming with disbelief, her heart pounding at the sight of her son's cock, hard and pulsing, barely contained, grazing against her ass where she sat on his thigh.

"K-Kafi." She stammered, her voice a breathless whisper, her eyes locked on the bulge, unable to tear away, her body trembling with shock and shameful arousal. "That's...that's what you meant? You're..."

"...Y-You're hard down there?"

She said in a stunned murmur, her mind reeling at the sight, her pussy clenching despite her horror.

Kafka leaned closer, his breath hot against her ear, his voice a low, dirty whisper. "Yeah, Mom." He murmured, his tone laced with embarrassment and desire. "That's what I meant. Hearing you get all jealous, saying you want me all to yourself, calling yourself my only mine...it got me fucking excited, made my cock twitch like crazy."

"...It isn't fully hard yet, but fuck, it's getting there, just from your words. Embarrassing as hell, but...that's how happy you made me." He said, a taboo revelation that sent a shiver through her, her body alight with a perverse thrill.

He then pulled back slightly, his eyes searching hers, his voice a quiet, hesitant murmur.

"Mom told me...she said I'd get hard when I'm real happy, that it's normal." He said, his gaze flicking to Abigaille, who sat with a sly, innocent smile, her eyes glinting with mischief. "Guess I'm just...real happy, Mom, hearing you want me like that. That's why I'm reacting this way."

His words carried a hint of naivety, a belief in Abigaille's twisted teachings, and Olivia's eyes snapped to Abi, her suspicion flaring, a sharp realization that Abi had fed him another lie, framing arousal as simple happiness, a manipulation that twisted his desires into something dangerous.

Her suspicion of Abi's influence flared, but beneath it, a deeper truth was dawning, one that made her heart race with a dangerous, thrilling excitement.

Olivia's gaze snapped to Kafka, her eyes wide, shimmering with a stunned intensity as she leaned closer, her voice a trembling whisper, thick with disbelief.

"Kafi..." She said, her breath catching, her hands clutching his arm, her fingers digging into his skin. "Are you...are you saying you only got like that..." Her eyes flicked to the massive bulge in his underwear, her cheeks burning. "...because of what I said just now? About wanting you to myself? Or...or was it before, too? When you were...doing all that other stuff with me?"

Her question was urgent, her heart pounding with a desperate need to know, to confirm the truth that was crystallizing in her mind.

Kafka's flush deepened, his hand rubbing the back of his neck, his eyes darting away for a moment before meeting hers, a blend embarrassment and honesty in his gaze.

"Damn Mom, it's...it's embarrassing as hell to admit." He mumbled, his voice low, almost shy, but laced with sincerity that made her pulse quicken. "But yeah, it was only after you said that stuff, about being jealous, wanting my love all for you."

"...That's when I...you know, got hard. It was your words, Mom, your love, that did it."

His confession was halting, his cheeks red, but the truth in his eyes was undeniable, a vulnerable admission that sent a surge of pride through Olivia, her heart swelling with a dangerous, taboo joy.

But she couldn't come to her own conclusion with only this. Her eyes widened further, her voice a frantic, probing rush as she pressed closer, her hands tightening on his arm.

"Wait, Kafi, you're saying...when you were being all...naughty with me, pushing that sausage in my mouth, touching me, all that...you didn't...you didn't feel like this? Not even a little?"

"...It was only when I said I loved you, that I wanted you to myself?"

Her questions tumbled out, her voice trembling with disbelief and exhilaration, her mind racing as she pieced together the implications, her pussy clenching at the thought that her love, her honest emotions, had provoked such a visceral reaction.

Kafka shook his head, his eyes meeting hers with a quiet, earnest intensity, his voice a low, embarrassed murmur.

"Nah, Mom, not at all." He said, his flush deepening, his hand gesturing vaguely to his crotch, the bulge still throbbing, impossible to ignore. "All that other stuff, the touching, it was just...fun, you know? Playing around, seeing how far I could push."

"But it didn't...didn't get me like this. It was when you got all jealous, all clingy, saying how much you want me, that you love me so much, it hit me different, Mom. Made my cock jump, got me all fucking excited."

"...It's...it's your love, your words, that did this to me." He said, his naivety shining through, a belief in Abigaille's twisted teachings that arousal was just happiness, but the truth was clear: Olivia's emotions, her possessive devotion, had ignited something deeper, something taboo.

Olivia's heart soared, a rush of pride flooding her, her cheeks flushing with joy and guilt as she realized the power she held. All the naughty, depraved acts, the sausage forced down her throat, the groping, the dirty talk, hadn't stirred Kafka's cock, not like this.

It was her words, her vulnerable, loving confession, that had provoked this reaction, a throbbing, undeniable proof of her influence, her ability to excite him in ways Abigaille's blatant seduction couldn't.

She'd thought Abigaille was leading the race for Kafka's love, her ease with his desires, her unashamed submission, making her the favorite.

But now, with Kafka's cock hard because of her, Olivia felt a victorious feeling, a realization that she was the one stirring feelings he shouldn't have, pulling him into a taboo dance that was hers alone to lead.

It should have alarmed her, this knowledge that her son felt a forbidden desire for her, that her words had sparked something sexual, something a mother should never provoke.

But instead, her heart raced with a perverse excitement, a pride that swelled within her, as if she'd achieved something monumental, surpassing Abigaille in a way that felt intoxicatingly victorious.

Her love, her jealousy, had done what Abigaille's brazen acts couldn't, and the thought filled her with a glowing, guilty satisfaction, even as she knew she should be worried, should be pulling back from the edge of this dangerous abyss...