God of Milfs: The Gods Request Me To Make a Milf Harem-Chapter 708: Reserved For My Son
Chapter 708: Reserved For My Son
Olivia stepped toward the bed with the dress draped over her arm but paused to study the sheer fabric, her brow creasing with concern. Glancing at Kafka with a wry smile, she hesitated, her hands tightening around the dress.
“Kafi, this dress looks so fragile, like it could rip if I move wrong.” She murmured nervously. “Abi and I are close in size, but I’m a bit bigger, and this looks expensive, I’d hate to ruin something of hers, especially something this beautiful.”
Her fingers brushed the fabric, her heart thumping at the thought of damaging it. But Kafka simply waved off her concern with a casual gesture, his grin wide as he stepped closer and took the dress from her hands.
“Don’t stress it, Mom, it’s not gonna tear.” He reassured confidently before looking at her and saying, “In fact, I’ll even help you put it on, I’ve helped Mom with her clothes tons of times, especially the tight ones, so this’ll be easy.”
He stood relaxed, holding the dress up and inspecting it with a nod and hearing this, her eyes widened, a startled gasp escaping as she stepped back with her hands hovering over her chest.
“Wait, you’ve helped Abi get dressed?” She asked, her heart lurching with curiosity while her fingers fidgeted with the hem of her bra, still flustered from standing in Abigaille’s tight underwear. “Like, all the time? You’re just…helping her put on clothes? What’s that about, Kafi? How does that even work?”
He chuckled, his eyes twinkling with amusement as he held the dress, gesturing animatedly.
“Not every single day, Mom, but whenever I get the chance, yeah.” He teased playfully. “Especially when her clothes are super tight, like when she’s wrestling to squeeze into a dress or skirt that’s hugging her curves too close.”
“Or, you know, when her bra won’t cooperate because those huge breasts of hers are just too much to handle, I’ll help shove ’em in, snap the clasp, whatever she needs, no big deal.”
He leaned casually against the wardrobe, his tone breezy despite the jolt his casual admission sent through Olivia.
“No big deal? Kafi, you’re talking about stuffing Abi’s breasts into her bra like it’s just another chore!” She exclaimed, her cheeks flaring with shock. “I get that you two are close, but that’s….w-wow, that’s next, level.”
“…W-When did you start doing that? I mean, how did you even get to that point? Did she just ask you one day, ‘Hey, Kafi, help me with my bra’?”
“Come on, Mom, it’s not that crazy.” His grin widened as he stepped closer, holding the dress aloft with a playful glint in his eyes. “It started a while back, just little things at first, like helping with a zipper or a tight skirt, and it kinda grew from there.”
“It’s fun, honestly, getting to be hands, on like that, and Mom doesn’t mind she likes it, even. Makes getting ready more…interesting, you know?”
“Now, enough about that put your arms up so I can get this dress on you, or we’ll be here all day talking about bras.”
Hearing her son tell her to put her hands up, Olivia laughed softly, nostalgia softening her voice as she raised her arms, her heart warming at the role reversal.
“You know, Kafi, I used to tell you those exact words when you were little, getting you ready for school.” She reminisced, her eyes shimmering with warmth. “I’d say, ‘Arms up, sweetie!’ to slip on your shirt or jacket, and you’d wiggle around, making it a whole ordeal.”
“…Now here you are, doing the same thing to me it’s so strange how things flip, isn’t it? You’re all grown up, looking out for me now.”
His grin broadened as he carefully pulled the dress over her head, his voice warm while he smoothed the fabric over her shoulders. frёewebnoѵēl.com
“Yeah, Mom, things flip alright.” He murmured, his eyes locking with hers as he guided the fabric down. “Back when I was a kid, you were the one making sure I was all set, tying my shoes, fixing my collar, all that stuff. Now it’s my turn to look out for you, make sure you’re good to go, and I’m happy to do it.”
“…And anytime you need help, clothes, zippers, whatever, just holler, and I’m there, even if you don’t need help, because I want to be the one you lean on.”
As the dress slipped over her breasts, she felt the fabric snag slightly, her heart skipping as he tugged it down, his voice a low murmur.
“Okay, you weren’t wrong, this is snug.” He admitted, his hands carefully easing it over her hips while his fingers brushed her skin. “It went over your breasts fine, which is honestly a miracle, but it’s catching on that fat butt of yours if you’d tried this solo, you’d probably have torn it.”
“Kafi! Don’t say it like that, you make it sound like I’m overweight!”
She exclaimed, smoothing the fabric nervously, her heart thumping as the dress hugged her curves tightly, while Kafka stepped back, his eyes sweeping over her from head to toe, his voice a low hum of awe.
“Mom, this was meant to be a sweet little sundress for a summer day, but on you, it’s a whole different story.” He marveled, gesturing to her figure. “It’s clinging to every curve, showing off that lush body like it’s designed to turn heads, your juicy, your plump breasts, it’s all out there, and it’s an absolute treat.”
Her cheeks burned, her voice a flustered rush as she tugged at the dress with trembling hands.
“Kafi, if it’s too much, I’m taking it off right now!” She protested, her fingers moving to lift the hem while her heart pounded with worry. “I can’t go out looking like I’m trying to seduce the whole town! I’ll find something else, something that doesn’t make me look so…exposed!”
But before she could do anything, Kafka moved quickly, his hands catching hers to stop her, his voice firm yet gentle as he gazed into her eyes.
“No way, Mom, don’t you dare take it off.” He urged, holding her hands steady while standing close. “Yeah, it’s a bit bold, and you’ll have every eye on you, but you look absolutely stunning, this dress makes you glow, shows off how gorgeous you are, so keep it on, you’re perfect in it.”
Hearing this sudden compliment, she hesitated, her voice softening as she glanced down at the dress and smoothed it again.
“Y-You really think so, Kafi?” She asked, her eyes flicking to his with a shy smile. “I mean, it’s beautiful, but it’s so tight, I don’t want to look like I’m overdoing it.”
“…B-But if you like it, maybe I should get a sundress like this when we shop, since it seems to make you so happy.”
He smiled at how happy she was from a few words before his eyes suddenly narrowed, his gaze catching the deep cleavage spilling from the dress’s low neckline and his voice turned playful yet possessive, as he reached out to tug the fabric up, covering her chest more fully.
“Hold on, Mom, this part’s just for me.” He teased, adjusting the dress with a firm edge. “This cleavage, these curves, they’re too damn beautiful for anyone else to see. That’s reserved for your son, got it? No flashing this snow, mountain range to the town.”
Her cheeks flared, her voice a flustered stammer as she looked up at him. “Kafi, you can’t just say stuff like that!” She exclaimed, waving her hands nervously under his intense gaze. “My cleavage is for you? That’s so wrong! I’m your mom, not some…pin, up model!”
His grin widened, his voice a teasing challenge as he stepped closer with his hands resting on her hips.
“Come on, Mom, say it.” He coaxed, his eyes locked on hers, daring her to comply. “Say this sight, your cleavage, your body, is just for your son, I wanna hear it, don’t make me beg for it.”
Her face burned, her voice a shy whisper as she looked down with her hands fidgeting with the dress.
“Okay, fine.” She mumbled, her eyes avoiding his while her heart raced with embarrassment. “T-This sight, my cleavage, my body, it’s just for you, my s-son.”
“…There, are you happy now?”
His grin turned triumphant, his hands pulling her closer until her body pressed against his, her breasts squishing against his chest as he looked down at her, his voice a low purr.
“Hell yeah, I’m happy.” He murmured, groping her hips with his eyes glinting with desire. “You’re just so damn beautiful, Mom, in this dress, and looking like this, makes me wanna push you onto that bed, tear it off, and do all kinds of wild things to you, things I probably shouldn’t say out loud.”
Her heart raced, her voice a flustered shout as she pushed him back with her hands pressing against his chest.
“Kafi, no, we’re not doing that!” She protested, her cheeks burning as she hurried toward the door, her heart pounding with panic and arousal. “We can talk about…whatever that is later, okay? Right now, we’re going shopping, and I need new clothes, so come on, let’s move!”
“Oh, you’ll completely fall for me eventually, Mom, just wait.” He chuckled, his voice a playful hum as he trailed after her with a relaxed stride, his mind buzzing with confidence. “But for now, let’s get you those new dresses, I can’t wait to see what else you look this good in.”
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