God of Milfs: The Gods Request Me To Make a Milf Harem-Chapter 649: Love Over Medicine

Abigaille melted under his touch, her earlier shame dissolving into a haze of pleasure, her body arching to offer more of herself to his mouth. The taboo thrill of her son's lips and tongue on her ass, the wet heat soothing her wounds, sent waves of ecstasy through her, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her pussy tightening with a shameful arousal.

"Lick!♡~ Mmph!♡~ Ahh!♡~ Suck!♡~"

Olivia's presence, her best friend watching this intimate act, only amplified the sensation, a forbidden excitement that made her skin flush, her pussy wet with need. She felt adored, claimed, her son's mouth a fiery balm that erased the pain and replaced it with a pulsing, primal heat.

"Mmm!♡~ Ahhh!♡~ Slurp!♡~ Nnn!♡~"

Olivia herself watched, her body rigid with shock, her lips parted in a silent gasp as the scene seared itself into her. It was wrong, unthinkable, yet the heat in her lower half, the way her body ached with a primal hunger, betrayed her, her breath shallow as she fought the urge to squirm against Kafka's hand, still resting on her own ass.

"Ahh!♡~ Suck!♡~ Mmph!♡~ Lick!♡~"

Finally, the dam broke, and Olivia's voice burst forth, sharp and trembling.

"K-Kafi, what are you doing?" She demanded, leaning forward, her eyes wide with horror and undeniable arousal. "Why are you kissing Abi's behind—your own mother's behind like that?"

Her words were a desperate grasp for clarity, her body trembling as she stared at the taboo display, her mind screaming against the desire flooding her senses.

Kafka paused, his lips still wet from Abigaille's skin, and turned to Olivia with a calm, almost instructional smile.

"It's just like I said, Mom." He explained, his voice steady, as if discussing something mundane. "I'm treating her wounds, like a mother kissing a child's scraped knee...It's no different from an animal licking its cub's injuries to soothe them."

To illustrate, he tugged Abigaille's ass closer, his hands firm on her hips, and ran his tongue along her purpled cheek in a slow stroke, the wet glide of it drawing a soft whimper from Abigaille.

"Mmph!♡~ Mmm!♡~ Slurp!♡~ Ahhh!♡~"

The sight sent a jolt of heat through Olivia, her ass tightening, but her resolve pushed her to protest, her voice sharp with disbelief.

"If you wanted to heal her, Kafi, y-you could've used a medical kit!" She argued, leaning forward, her breasts pressing harder against his chest. "There are so many ways to treat wounds, so why this? This...this looks strange, something a mother and son shouldn't do at all."

"...Even as a man and woman, it's extreme!"

Her words were a plea, her gaze flickering between Kafka's smirking face and Abigaille's trembling form, her mind grappling with the taboo nature of the act.

Kafka's smirk deepened, his hands moving to grope both women's asses with a possessive confidence, his fingers sinking into Olivia's flesh while planting another wet, lingering kiss on Abigaille's bruised cheek, the smack of his lips loud in the quiet room.

"Sure, we could use medicine or some oinment..." He said, his voice teasing as he kissed Abigaille again, his tongue flicking out to trace the edge of a handprint, making her moan softly. "But Mom's sentimental. She doesn't want cold medicine, she wants love to heal her wounds."

"...So, this is her preference, Mom. I'm just giving her what she likes, kissing her ass to make it better."

His words were laced with a playful challenge, his lips sucking briefly on Abigaille's skin before pulling back, leaving a glistening mark.

"Nnn!♡~ Suck!♡~ Ahh!♡~ Mmmph!♡~"

Olivia's head snapped to Abigaille, her eyes wide with shock and a burning curiosity.

"I-Is that true?" She demanded, her voice trembling as she searched her friend's face. "You...You prefer this, Abi? You want him to do this?"

Her question hung heavy, her body tensing with incredulity and an undeniable arousal that made her skin flush.

Abigaille, lost in the haze of pleasure, her ass still tingling from Kafka's fervent kisses, turned to Olivia with a flushed, almost dreamy expression. Her voice was low, dripping with an erotic tone that sent a shiver through Olivia.

"It's true..." She admitted, her words soft but unashamed, her eyes half-lidded as she leaned into Kafka's touch. "No medicine could ever compare to Kafi's kisses. They feel...incredible on my ass, so warm, so perfect. I love it."

She paused, her breath hitching as Kafka's tongue traced another line on her bruise, then continued, her voice growing bolder.

"W-Whenever I get a scratch from gardening, cooking, anything, I go to him, Liv. I ask him to kiss it, no matter where it is."

"...It's the greatest joy, having my son care for me like this."

Her confession was bold, her body arching slightly as Kafka sucked her cheek, the wet sound amplifying her words.

Olivia's jaw dropped, her mind reeling as Abigaille's words painted a vivid picture of a ritual far beyond what she'd imagined. The idea that Abigaille would seek Kafka's kisses for any wound, regardless of its location, sent a surge of heat through her, her body growing stiflingly warm, her clothes feeling suffocating against her skin.

She shifted, her thighs pressing together to quell the throbbing need in her hidden garden, and her voice emerged, hesitant but driven by a restless fascination.

"Any...Any part of your body?" She asked, her gaze locked on Abigaille's flushed face. "You'd really let him kiss you...anywhere, no matter how i-intimate?"

Abigaille turned back, her eyes gleaming with a flustered but unapologetic intensity, her lips curving into a small, defiant smile.

"Of course." She said, her voice steady despite the blush staining her cheeks. "He's my baby boy, not some stranger, Liv. If I had a wound, no matter where any intimate place—I'd let him kiss it. It's his love that heals me."

Her words were a bold declaration, her body trembling with the pleasure of Kafka's ongoing kisses, his tongue now lapping broadly across her bruised cheek, leaving a slick, glistening trail.

"Mmmph!♡~ Ahhh!♡~ Nnn!♡~ Suck!♡~"

The confession hit Olivia like a wave, her body burning with a heat that made her want to tear off her clothes, the room feeling impossibly stifling.

She tried to cling to the rationalizations they'd built, that this was maternal, pure.

But the raw eroticism of Abigaille's surrender, the way Kafka's lips and tongue claimed her ass, shattered her defenses, leaving her trembling with a desire she couldn't name.

Kafka's smirk widened, his hands still groping both women, his lips pressing another fervent kiss to Abigaille's ass, sucking the skin with a soft, obscene pop.

"See, Mom?" He murmured against Abigaille's flesh, his voice a velvet tease as he glanced at Olivia. "It's what she wants. Just love, nothing more."

"Slurp!♡~ Haughh!♡~"

His tongue flicked out, tracing a sensual curve across the bruise, and Abigaille moaned, her body arching into his touch, her submission a vivid contrast to Olivia's spiraling turmoil...