God of Milfs: The Gods Request Me To Make a Milf Harem-Chapter 714: Princess Seat

After some time, Kafka gave her a playful pat on the butt as he let go of her.

"Alright, Mom, time to roll out." He said, striding to the scooter and hopping onto the driver’s seat, his hands gripping the handlebars. "Come on, get on already, those pancakes that I’m craving right now are calling our names, and I’m not waiting all day!"

Olivia’s cheeks flushed, her voice a soft murmur as she reluctantly let go of the hug, her heart yearning to hold him longer.

"Okay, Kafi, I’m coming, don’t rush me!" She said, her tone timid but eager, her fingers smoothing her dress nervously. "This is a big deal for me, you know! I’ve never done anything like this before."

She stepped toward the scooter, her heart racing with anticipation, and smiled shyly.

"You know, it’s my first time on a scooter, and I’m...super nervous, but also really excited. It’s not a fancy car like, but it’s so cute and charming, I can’t wait to try it!"

She moved to climb onto the backseat, her heart thumping with excitement. But just as she was about to get on, Kafka stopped her.

"Whoa, whoa, Mom, hold up, what’re you doing heading for the backseat?" Kafka shook his head, his voice a playful protest as he held up a hand, his eyes glinting with mischief. "That’s where regular passengers sit, just random people hitching a ride."

"...But you? You’re not regular, not today. It’s your special day, and you’re getting the princess seat, just for you."

"Princess seat?" Olivia tilted her head, her voice a confused murmur as curiosity flickered in her eyes, her heart tingling with intrigue. "What’s that supposed to mean, Kafi?" She asked, her tone hesitant but curious, her fingers fidgeting with her purse strap. "There’s only one seat on this scooter, isn’t there? Where else am I supposed to sit if not the back? You’re not making any sense, Kafi."

In response to this, Kafka scooted back slightly, his voice a warm chuckle as he left a small space on the front of the driver’s seat, his eyes locking with hers.

"Right here, Mom, front and center." He said, patting the empty spot, his heart racing with playful intent. "This is the princess seat, reserved for princesses like you."

"If you’re stuck in the back, I’ll be blocking your whole view you’d miss the village, the fields, the cute little houses, all the stuff you’ve been wanting to see."

He leaned forward, his voice softening with enthusiasm, his hand gesturing to the open road.

"But up front, you’ll feel the breeze right on your face, smell the fresh village air, wildflowers, fresh bread from the bakery and the works...It’s a million times better than riding in the back."

"...Trust me, this is the way to ride for your first scooter trip."

Olivia’s eyes widened, her voice a nervous squeak as she stepped closer, her heart pounding with uncertainty.

"U-Up front? Like, right there in front of you?" She asked, her fingers twisting her purse strap, her cheeks flushing with hesitation. "Is that even allowed, Kafi? I mean, are there rules about this kind of thing? It feels so...risky, you know? What if we get in trouble with the police or something?"

She glanced at the seat, her voice dropping to a timid murmur, her heart racing with doubt.

"I’m already nervous about riding a scooter for the first time, and now you’re throwing this at me."

Kafka shrugged, his voice a playful hum as he leaned back.

"I don’t know the rulebook by heart, Mom, but I’ve seen parents let their kids ride up front like this all the time around here." He reassured, his tone light, his hand patting the seat invitingly. "They’re always laughing, having the time of their lives, big smiles all around."

"...So, if it’s cool for them, it’s gotta be cool for us, right?"

"Kids, Kafi?" Olivia’s cheeks puffed out, her voice a pouty protest as she crossed her arms, her heart stinging with playful indignation. "You’re seriously comparing me to kids?" She huffed, her tone sharp but cute, her eyes narrowing at him. "I’m a grown woman, not some little girl riding with her dad! How can you even say that? That’s not the same thing at all, you know!"

"...I mean, I get that you’re trying to make it fun, but I’m not a kid!"

Kafka chuckled, his voice a teasing purr as he leaned closer, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

"Well, grown woman or not, Mom, you’re still my little girl." He teased, his tone affectionate, his hand gesturing to her flushed face. "You blush so easily, get all flustered like this, it’s honestly the cutest thing ever."

"...Doesn’t matter how old you are, you’re my adorable Mom, and I’m treating you like royalty today."

He leaned back, his voice brightening with a grin, his eyes locking with hers.

"Besides, this town doesn’t care about stuff like this. It’s all relaxed, no traffic cops lurking around to hassle us. And this is the best seat in the house, I’m telling you. So, come on, hop on already!"

Olivia hesitated, her voice a quiet murmur as she glanced at the seat, her heart racing with nervous excitement.

"I’m still worried I’ll mess up your driving, Kafi." She admitted, her fingers fidgeting with her dress, her eyes flicking to his face. "It’s my first time on a scooter, and what if I throw you off balance or we crash? I’d feel so awful if I caused an accident or wrecked your beautiful scooter." She bit her lip, her voice dropping to a timid whisper. "You’re absolutely sure this is okay? I don’t want to ruin our day."

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"Actually, do wanna know who else loves this seat?"

He teased, his tone playful before continuing to say,

"Well Mom does...She’s always jumping at the chance to sit up front, no questions asked. Loves the view, the breeze, the whole experience. She hops on without me even asking, says it’s the best way to ride." He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a cheeky hum, his heart racing with playful intent. "You really gonna let her have all the fun, Mom?...Come on, you know you want to try it."

Olivia’s eyes narrowed, her voice a reluctant grumble as jealousy flickered in her chest, her heart stinging with competitiveness.

"Abi sits up front? All the time, just like that?" She asked, her tone sharp but shy. "Okay, fine, Kafi, if you really, really want me to sit there, I guess I don’t mind...But let me be clear, it’s not because Abi does it, alright? It’s because you asked me to, because you’re making a big deal out of this princess seat thing."

She tossed her hair, her voice dropping to a defensive murmur, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

"I’m not trying to compete with her or anything silly like that, so don’t get any ideas."

Kafka smirked, his voice a soft chuckle as he watched her, his heart warmed by her adorable denial.

"Sure, Mom, whatever you say." He teased, his eyes twinkling with amusement, his hand gesturing to the seat. "I believe you, totally not about Mom. Now get on already, and let’s see how you like the princess seat."

Olivia stepped toward the scooter, her voice a hesitant murmur as she lifted one leg over the seat, standing with her legs spread across the gap, her heart pounding with nervousness.

"Okay, so I just...sit right here?" She asked, glancing back at him, her fingers brushing the seat. "I’m really worried I’ll end up on your lap or something, Kafi."

"Should I scoot forward a bit so I’m not, you know, too close?.. I don’t want to make this weird or uncomfortable for you."

"On my lap? Mom, I wouldn’t mind that one bit." He quipped, his tone teasing, his hand resting on the handlebars. "Having you right up against me? That’d be the highlight of the ride. Every bump we hit, feeling you close, man, I’d be over the moon."

He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a cheeky whisper, his heart racing with playful bravado.

"...You might even feel something poking you from behind, you know? Could be fun for both of us."

Olivia’s cheeks blazed, her voice a flustered squeak as she quickly sat down on the front of the seat, her heart pounding with embarrassment.

"Kafi, oh my gosh, you can’t just say stuff like that!" She protested, her tone sharp but shaky, her hands waving frantically. "I-I’m your mother! That’s so inappropriate, you’re gonna give me a heart attack with talk like that!"

She adjusted herself to avoid his lap, her voice dropping to a haughty murmur, her heart racing with flustered defiance.

"I’m sitting here, okay? Right here, not on you, not anywhere near that nonsense. So, let’s just keep this normal, alright? No more of your crazy ideas!"

"Come on, Mom, don’t be so uptight." He coaxed, his eyes glinting with mischief, his hand resting lightly on her shoulder. "There’s plenty of space, but if you wanna scoot back a little, I’m not gonna complain. You’re missing out, though."

"...But atleast lean back against me, okay? Use my chest for support, it’ll be way comfier, and you won’t feel like you’re gonna slide off."

"Lean back? Like, right against you?" She asked, her tone hesitant but curious, her fingers gripping the seat. "Is that really okay, Kafi? It won’t mess up your driving or make it hard to steer? I don’t want to be a bother or throw you off."

Kafka nodded, his eyes softening with affection.

"Not a bother at all, Mom." He said, his tone earnest, his heart warmed by her concern. "The morning breeze is chilly, and having your warm, soft self against me? That’s a total bonus. It’ll feel way better than riding solo, trust me." He leaned forward, his voice brightening with a grin, his eyes glinting with enthusiasm. "Come on, lean back and relax, you’re gonna love how it feels, I promise."

Olivia’s cheeks warmed, her voice a shy protest as she leaned back slowly, her heart racing with nervous excitement, her back settling against his chest, feeling its warmth and strength.

"Y-You’re still trying to flirt with me, aren’t you?" She murmured, her tone playful but flustered. "Okay, fine, I’m leaning back, but only because you said it’s comfier, not because of your silly teasing. Don’t get any more wild ideas, okay?"

She then tilted her head back to look at him, her voice dropping to a soft whisper, her heart fluttering with affection.

"Is this okay? I’m not too heavy or in your way, am I? I want to make sure you can drive safely."

Kafka’s grin widened, his voice a delighted chirp as he leaned down and pressed a quick kiss to her cheek, his eyes sparkling with affection.

"This is perfect, Mom." He said, his tone brimming with warmth, his hand resting lightly on her waist. "Way better than riding alone. You leaning against me like this? I’m in heaven. And you know what? I’m bringing you along like this every single time I take this scooter out."

Не leaned closer, his voice dropping to a playful whisper, his heart swelling with warmth.

"We could ride to the next state, just you and me, you leaning back, feeling the breeze, soaking in the views...I’d never get tired of that."

"Kafi, you can’t just kiss me like that!" Olivia’s ears turned red, her voice a flustered squeak as she felt his kiss, her heart pounding with shy delight. "I mean, it’s sweet, don’t get me wrong, but...gosh, you’re gonna make me a nervous wreck before we even leave the garage! You’re too much sometimes, you know that?"

"But...I’ll admit, this does feel really nice." She murmured softly, her voice dropping to a shy little hum as she relaxed slightly against him. "Way comfier than I expected." She let out a small sigh, the warmth of his chest at her back making her heart flutter even as she tried to maintain her composure.

"Okay, let’s go get those pancakes you want so much." She continued, her tone regaining a hint of her usual sharpness. "But don’t let that excitement get to your head, Kafi. Slow and steady, like you promised. I’m trusting you to keep us safe."

Still, deep down, she couldn’t deny how comfortable she felt in that position, resting back against him, feeling his steady presence behind her. It made her chest warm in a way she wasn’t quite ready to admit out loud.

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