God of Milfs: The Gods Request Me To Make a Milf Harem-Chapter 706: Strip Down, Mom

Kafka noticed Olivia pouting with her arms crossed tightly over her chest and her head turned aside as if sulking from his teasing, so he softened his grin and reached out to gently rub her hips, pulling her closer to his seat.

"Hey, Mom, I’m sorry." He said, his voice warm and apologetic as his fingers traced soothing lines on her sides. "I didn’t mean to push you too far. You’re just too damn beautiful to resist teasing, you know? Wearing that tight underwear with a body like yours, so erotic and perfect, it’s only natural I’d wanna see it."

"...I simply can’t help myself when you’re this gorgeous." He said in a sincere manner, his eyes glinting with admiration as he leaned closer, hoping to ease her embarrassment.

Olivia’s heart fluttered at his words, quiet happiness blooming deep inside despite her resolve to stay firm. But she kept her gaze averted, refusing to give in too easily.

"Hmph." She huffed, her arms still crossed and her body stiff, though her pout was more playful than genuine.

His apology warmed her, the idea that he found her body so captivating stirring shy pride. But she wasn’t ready to let him off the hook, her lips twitching with a suppressed smile.

Kafka’s eyes twinkled as he caught her not-so, angry pout, and he leaned forward, his voice bright with an idea.

"You know what, Mom? To make up for teasing you, how about I go with you to town? I’ll tag along to the clothing store, help you pick out some new stuff, maybe show you around a bit. What do you say?" His hands squeezed her hips gently as he stayed relaxed in the chair, his offer genuine but laced with excitement at spending the day with her.

"Really, Kafi?" Olivia’s eyes lit up as she turned to face him, her voice bubbling with surprise. "You’d do that for me?" She asked, her posture lifting and her heart swelling with joy at the thought of going out with her son, a long, held dream cherished through years apart. "I-I mean, I’d love that, it’s just...I always wanted to do something like this with you, you know?"

"...Just spend a day together, like a real family."

Her voice softened, her eyes glowing with affection. But then her expression faltered, doubt crossing her face as she bit her lip.

"But...won’t it be boring for you? I mean, most men, especially sons, don’t exactly love shopping for clothes with their mothere. It’s okay if you don’t want to force yourself. I can go alone, really, I don’t mind."

"Not at all, Mom." But in response, Kafka shook his head, his hands giving her hips a playful squeeze, his voice firm but warm. "I’m not doing this just to make up for anything. I actually want to go with you, you know, to spend the day with my mom. So, it’s not about the clothes, it’s about being with you."

His tone was earnest as he leaned forward, making her heart skip with happiness.

"Besides..." He added, his grin turning sly and his eyes glinting with mischief. "I’m not missing a chance to see you try on new clothes. You’re gonna look stunning in every single thing you pick, and I wanna see it all, not skip a beat."

Olivia’s cheeks flushed as she gasped softly. "Kafi..." Her heart warmed at his sincerity, but his next words made her eyes widen in dismay.

"And don’t think I’m not looking forward to seeing you in new underwear." He continued, his smirk growing and his gaze turning lewd. "You’ll be a sexy sight, Mom, and there’s no way I’m passing that up." His voice was teasing as he leaned back, delighting in her flustered expression.

Olivia rolled her eyes, her body relaxing despite her exasperation, a smile tugging at her lips. "Oh, you’re hopeless." She said, her voice playful but scolding as she rested her hands on her hips. "I should’ve known you had ulterior motives, Kafi."

"...Here I thought you were being sweet, but you’re just scheming to see me in lingerie again." She said, her heart warmed by his eagerness to spend time with her, the idea of a day out together more than enough to make her happy, even with his cheeky intentions.

She then leaned forward, her voice softening as she looked down at him, her eyes curious.

"Okay, so when should we go? And what about breakfast?" She asked, her hands gesturing toward the kitchen. "I don’t want to drag you out on an empty stomach."

Kafka grinned, his hand giving her hip a playful pat, his voice decisive. "Let’s go now, Mom." He said, standing up to tower over her and grabbing her hand. "If we wait, the shops’ll get crowded, and it’s not as fun. The town’s been a bit of a tourist spot lately, so early morning’s the best time."

"We can grab breakfast on the way, there’s a great little café with killer pastries. So, there’s no need to tire ourselves out cooking." His tone was eager as he tugged her hand gently, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "Come on, let’s go already...I can’t wait to see you in those new clothes."

Olivia laughed, her body following his pull, her heart swelling at his enthusiasm, but as they neared the front door, panic hit, making her stop short.

"Wait, Kafil" She said, her voice a flustered rush as she waved her hands and glanced at her outfit. "I can’t go out like this! I’m in a sweatshirt and shorts, they’re barely holding together! I need to change first!"

Her posture stiffened, her cheeks flushing as she gestured to her rumpled, borrowed clothes, her heart racing with embarrassment at the thought of stepping out so casually.

Kafka glanced back, his eyes scanning her outfit with a dry, amused look, his voice teasing. "Mom, you could wear a potato sack and still look gorgeous." He said, his hand still holding hers. "And this look’s cute, messy, real, not all buttoned, up like you used to be in those work dresses. I don’t mind it one bit."

His tone was warm, his eyes glinting with admiration, but Olivia shook her head, her posture firming as she crossed her arms.

"No way, Kafi." She said, her voice scolding but light as she gestured to her outfit. "I’m a grown woman, not some teenager sneaking out in pajamas. I need to wear something proper if I’m going shopping. Besides..." Her voice dropped to a mumble, her eyes flickering away as she spoke half to herself. "My other clothes, the ones I wore driving here, they’re in the dryer now and they should be ready. Maybe I should just wear those?"

"No way, Mom, not those." Kafka’s eyes widened, pulling her toward the hallway with purpose. "Those work clothes are all stuffy and tight, way too uncomfortable for shopping. You’re not wearing some suit outfit on our day out."

Before she could argue, he grinned, leading her toward Abigaille’s room. "Come on, I’m picking something out for you. You just follow my lead, okay?" His tone was commanding but warm, his hand firm on hers as he guided her down the hall, her heart racing with amusement and nervousness at his take-charge attitude.

They stepped into Abigaille’s room, the scent of lavender filling the air, and Kafka released her hand, moving to the wardrobe with a grin.

"Strip down, Mom." He said, his voice casual but teasing as he opened the cabinet and began rifling through clothes. "Back to your underwear. I’ll find something that works."

His eyes flicked to her, glinting with mischief, his hands pulling out shirts and skirts, inspecting them with a critical eye.

Olivia’s cheeks flushed, her body freezing in the doorway, her hands clutching her sweatshirt. "Kafi, you can’t just say ’strip down’ like that!" She said, her voice a flustered squeak, her heart pounding with embarrassment.

But his casual confidence, the ease with which he navigated their dynamic, made her body move almost on instinct.

With a shaky breath, she peeled off the sweatshirt, letting it fall to the floor, then tugged down the shorts, standing in Abigaille’s tight black bra and panties, the fabric straining against her curves.

She crossed one arm over her chest, the other covering her lower half, her body trembling with embarrassment as she stood exposed before her son, her heart racing at the vulnerability of the moment. ƒrēenovelkiss.com

"This is so embarrassing..."

She mumbled, her eyes avoiding his, her body shrinking as she tried to cover herself, even as a thrill of his attention warmed her lower half...

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