God of Milfs: The Gods Request Me To Make a Milf Harem-Chapter 704: I Think I Grew A Little

Just as Oliva was wondering how Kafka had changed so much for the better in the short while she wasn’t there, she suddenly paused, a flicker of disappointment crossing her face as she scratched her hand, her voice dipping.

"But sadly, Kafi, I can’t go explore today." She said, her shoulders slumping slightly, her fingers tracing the table’s edge. "I’ll probably have to wait for another day."

Kafka took another bite of his apple, the crunch filling the quiet kitchen, his brow furrowing with curiosity as he leaned forward. "Why’s that, Mom?" He asked, his voice casual but attentive. "You got work or something? If you do, just hand it off to me. I can take care of it, and you can go check out your flowers and trees, nerd out to your heart’s content."

"Oh, Kafi, that’s so sweet of you." Olivia’s face lit up with gratitude, her hands clasping together as she looked at him, her voice warm with appreciation. "I’m so lucky to have a son who’s so considerate, thinking of me like that. Thank you, really." She paused, then shook her head, her voice turning shy, her fingers fidgeting again. "But it’s not...it’s not exactly work. It’s something I have to do myself, and it’s kind of...embarrassing to talk about." Her cheeks pinked, her body shifting nervously, her eyes darting to the floor.

Kafka’s curiosity piqued, his grin widening as he leaned closer, his voice teasing but gentle.

"Embarrassing? Now you’ve got me curious, Mom." He said, taking another bite of the apple, his eyes glinting with mischief. "What’s this big secret job you gotta do? Come on, spill it. What’s so important that you can’t let your son help out?"

Olivia’s cheeks flushed deeper, her hands twisting together as she glanced at her clothes, her voice a shy mumble.

"It’s not really a job, more like...a necessity." She said, her body hunching slightly, her fingers tugging at her shirt. "You see, when I decided to come here, I was so excited to see you and Abi again."

"After I finalized selling my business, I just...dropped everything and drove here. Didn’t even pack properly." She paused, her voice dropping to a sheepish whisper, her eyes avoiding his. "Other than my purse and a few things, I didn’t bring any clothes. My stuff, clothes, belongings, it’s all with a moving company, and it won’t be here for a few days. So, I need to buy some clothes to get by until then."

"Wait, hold up." Kafka’s brow shot up, his apple paused mid-bite, his voice laced with confusion. "You’re telling me you just...hopped in your car and came here with nothing? Not even a bag of clothes to last a few days? I mean, I get being excited, but damn, Mom, that’s next, level impulsiveness." He chuckled, his hand waving the apple for emphasis, his grin teasing.

Olivia pouted, her body shifting as she crossed her arms.

"I know, I know, it sounds silly." She said in a defensive but soft voice, her cheeks burning, her fingers gripping her sleeves. "But it’s just that I was just so eager to see you and Abi, I didn’t think it through. And my car...it’s not exactly built for luggage, it barely has space for a suitcase, let alone anything big. So, I wasn’t really thinking about packing, just about getting here, to my family."

Her voice warmed, her body relaxing slightly, her eyes meeting his with a shy smile.

"You and Abi are my family, Kafi, my everything...I was dying to see you both, especially you, to fix things, make our relationship better, no matter what it took." Her voice softened, posture relaxing as she smiled gently, heart swelling with warmth. "And look, it’s not even been a day, and we’re already so close...I didn’t expect it to happen this fast, but I’m so happy, Kafi."

Kafka’s grin softened, hand reaching for hers, fingers brushing her skin before he lifted it to his lips, kissing it gently, eyes locked on hers.

"I was pretty damn eager to see you too, Mom." He said, voice low and sincere, body leaning closer. "I really missed you, you know? I really wanted my mom back." His tone was heartfelt, but his grin turned mischievous, eyes glinting with a playful edge. And you could probably tell how eager I was last night, huh?"

"...My cock was rock, hard, throbbing just for you." His voice dropped to a teasing purr, hand still holding hers, watching her reaction with delight.

"Kafi! Don’t say stuff like that!" Olivia’s face flushed crimson, her hand yanking back as she gasped, her body jerking upright, her voice a flustered rush. "You can’t just...be so blunt, talking about that to your own mother! It’s too much!"

Her mind flashed to the night before, his cock hard and pulsing and she couldn’t deny the truth in his words, her own body warming at the memory, her cheeks burning hotter as she tried to push it away.

"Alright, alright, I’ll ease up." Kafka ignored her embarrassment, his grin unfazed as he took another bite of the apple, his voice casual but curious. "But seriously, if it’s just a few days, why not borrow Mom’s clothes? She’s got plenty, and you’re about the same size, right? No need to run out and buy new stuff unless you want to. What’s the deal?"

Olivia’s body tensed, her hands fidgeting as she hesitated, her voice dropping to a shy whisper, like she was confessing a secret.

"W-Well, that was the plan at first." She said, her fingers tugging at her shirt, her eyes darting to the side. "I thought I could just wear Abi’s clothes until mine arrived. But, um...it turns out, we’re not exactly the same size."

She stepped closer, her voice barely audible, like she didn’t want anyone else to hear.

"I-I thought we were close, but her clothes are...tight on me. Like, really tight. It’s hard to even get them on properly." Her hands gestured vaguely to her chest, her cheeks pink as she spoke.

Hearing this shocking fact that he never thought he would ever hear, Kafka’s eyes widened, his apple forgotten as he stared at her, his voice laced with disbelief.

"W-Wait, what?...Y-You’re saying Mom’s clothes are tight on you?" He said, his body leaning forward, his gaze flicking to her chest, her curves straining against the borrowed shirt. "I-I mean, Mom’s got those huge, watermelon-sized tits that could smother a guy, and you’re saying you’re bigger?...That’s wild, Mom!" His voice was full of fascination and amusement, his eyes glinting as he processed the idea.

"Kafi, don’t say it like that!" Olivia’s hands flew to her chest, her body hunching slightly, her voice a flustered rush. "It’s not that big a deal, okay? It’s just...I’m a little bigger, that’s all. Up here..." Her hands gestured to her breasts, then slid to her hips, her voice dropping. "And, um, back here too. Her pants are straining, like they’re about to rip. It’s embarrassing alright? Don’t make a big thing out of it!" Her body shifted nervously, her eyes avoiding his, her heart racing with embarrassment.

Kafka’s jaw dropped, his eyes wide with fascination, his voice almost reverent.

"No way, Mom, this is a big deal." He said, his body leaning closer, his apple set aside. "I know exactly how big Mom is, I’ve explored every inch of her, trust me." His words made Olivia’s cheeks burn hotter, her mind flashing to the taboo image of him with Abigaille, her body tensing. "She’s a damn titan among women, and you’re saying you’re bigger? That’s like...a scientific marvel or something!"

His voice was half-teasing, half-awestruck, his eyes glinting with mischief as he looked at her like he was trying to look through her clothes

"A-And what about your underwear? That tight too? You stretching out Mom’s bras and panties, or what?"

"Kafi, stop it!" She said, her body swaying as she tried to hide her blush. "And yes, okay, it’s tight! Her bras are...straining, and I’m scared they’ll tear if I keep wearing them. It’s so embarrassing, I don’t want to ruin her stuff!" Her voice was a flustered rush, her heart pounding with shame and a flicker of amusement at his reaction.

Kafka leaned back, his grin wide, his voice dripping with fascination. "Holy shit, Mom." He said, his eyes still locked on her, his tone almost reverent. "I once tried Mom’s bra on my head, just for laughs, and it fit like a damn cap. Perfectly snug. And you’re saying you’re too big for that? That’s...impressive as hell."

He gave her a thumbs, up, his grin playful but admiring.

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Olivia’s hands dropped, her body slumping as she groaned. "Kafi, you’re making it worse!" She said, her cheeks flaming, her fingers tugging at her shirt. "It’s not that big a deal, okay? Older women like me, we...we grow a bit as we age, it’s normal! My chest, my hips, they’re just a little bigger than Abi’s, that’s all. Stop acting like it’s some kind of world record!"

Her voice was flustered, her body shifting nervously, but a small smile tugged at her lips, his reaction oddly endearing despite her embarrassment.

Kafka shook his head, his grin unwavering, his voice firm. "Nah, Mom, it’s a huge deal." He said, his eyes glinting with amusement. "You’re out here out-sizing Mom, the queen of curves?...That’s legendary."

"I’m just saying, it’s impressive, and I’m not even teasing, well, maybe a little." He winked, his hand reaching out to pat hers, his touch warm and playful. "But seriously, don’t be embarrassed. It’s awesome. You’re awesome."

"...You’re the most awesome mother in the world."

Olivia’s blush deepened, her body swaying as she looked down, her voice a shy mumble.

"You’re impossible, Kafi." She said, her fingers twisting together, her heart racing with embarrassment and warmth. "Just...don’t tell anyone, okay? Especially not Abi. I don’t want her thinking I’m trying to one-up her or anything. It’s already awkward enough borrowing her clothes."

Her voice softened, her eyes meeting his with a shy smile, the morning light wrapping them in a shared, teasing warmth...

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