Kafka's gaze dropped to Olivia's hands, his eyes gleaming with amusement and admiration as he studied the now, clean palms, slick but free of any trace of his semen.
"Well, damn, Mom." He said, his voice a low, impressed growl, a teasing smile curling his lips. "Look at that, you and Mom did a hell of a job. Not even a sliver of my cum left on your hands."
"Seems like she was real thirsty for it, huh? Didn't leave a single drop behind." His tone was playful, but the heat in his eyes sent a flush of warmth through Olivia's body, her heart racing with a flustered pride.
Abigaille, still nestled against him, her body soft and pliant from her climax, cuddled closer, her eyes shimmering with a loving, post, ecstatic glow.
"Of course, Kafi." She murmured, her voice thick with devotion, her lips brushing his chest as she spoke. "It's my son's cum, more precious than gold, you know? No way I'd let even a drop go to waste. I'd be ashamed as a mother if I left anything behind on Liv's hands." She said with a adoring gaze, making Olivia's cheeks burn hotter, her body tingling with a strange, reluctant awe at Abigaille's unabashed passion.
Kafka's smile widened, his hand cupping Abigaille's face, his thumb brushing her cheek as he leaned closer, his voice a warm, affectionate murmur. "You're the best mom, you know that?" He said, his tone dripping with pride. "Going this far for your son, doing things no one else would. Fucking perfect."
"Of course, Kafi." Abigaille replied, her voice soft but fervent, her body pressing closer to his. "When I've got the best son in the world, who loves me so much, it's only natural I'd do whatever it takes to match that love. You're my everything, baby." Her words were a tender vow, her gaze locked on his, oblivious to Olivia's stunned silence beside her.
Kafka's grin softened, but his eyes darkened as he glanced down at his cock, then at his thighs, still slick with Abigaille's juices, the warm, musky scent lingering in the air. "You both did good cleaning up Mom's hands." He said, his voice taking on a teasing, commanding edge. "But I'm still a mess down here. Look at this, my cock's got some cum left on the tip, and my thighs? They're fucking drenched with your juices, Mom." He pointed at the glistening patches, his gaze flicking between Abigaille and Olivia, a challenge sparking in his eyes. "Those need cleaning up, too."
Abigaille's face lit up with an eager, almost predatory excitement, her body shifting as she leaned forward, her voice a breathy, enthusiastic rush.
"I'll do it, Kafi!" She exclaimed, her eyes locked on his cock, her hands already moving to push her hair aside. "I'll clean both, your cock, your thighs, everything. Let me take care of you, baby." She dipped her head, her lips hovering near the tip of his cock, ready to suck it clean under Olivia's baffled, wide, eyed gaze.
But Kafka stopped her, his hand gently but firmly grabbing her shoulder, holding her back.
"Hold on, Mom." He said, his voice a low, authoritative growl, his fingers brushing her lips as he spoke. "You can clean my cock, sure, use that pretty mouth of yours, suck it all up...But my thighs? Someone else is gonna handle that." His head turned slowly, his gaze locking onto Olivia, a sly, expectant smile curling his lips.
Olivia's breath caught, her eyes widening in disbelief, her heart lurching with a panicked, flustered shock. "You're...you're asking me to do it, Kafi?" She stammered, her voice trembling, her cheeks flaming as she pointed at his slick thighs. "You want me to...to clean Abigaille's love juices? From your leg?" Her words were full of incredulity and embarrassment, her body tensing at the audacity of his request, her mind reeling.
Kafka's grin didn't waver, his hand sliding to her waist, squeezing gently as he leaned closer, his voice a smooth, coaxing murmur. "Of course, Mom." He said, his tone thick with playful authority. "Labor's gotta be split fair, right? One of my moms is already sucking my cock clean, Mom's got that covered. So you have to lick up the mess on my thighs. It's only right."
Olivia's cheeks burned hotter, her voice rising in a flustered protest. "Kafi, I can't do that!" She exclaimed, her eyes darting to Abigaille, then back to him, shimmering with a nervous panic. "It's...it's Abigaille's juices, her...her body fluids! That's too dirty, too...wrong. I can't possibly lick them off!" Her heart pounded, her body trembling with shame and reluctance, the idea so far beyond her comfort zone it left her dizzy.
"Dirty? Nah, Mom, there's no such thing in this family." He said, his tone thick with conviction. "We share everything, don't we? The roof over our heads, the sofa we sit on, the TV we watch, same goes for this...And just like Mom, drank my cum from your hands, I'll drink her juices when I eat her out, taste her pussy."
"And now it's your turn to show you're part of this family. Lick up those love juices she squirted, prove you're one of us...There' nothing wrong with it, it's just normal here." His reasoning was unyielding, his gaze piercing, leaving her no room to argue.
Olivia gulped, her throat tight with a wild, incredulous disbelief, her eyes flicking to the glistening patch on his thigh, the warm, musky scent of Abigaille's release filling her senses.
"But...but, Kafi." She whispered, her voice trembling, her body tense with hesitation. "It's so...strange. I've never done anything like this." Her words were a plea, but his expectant gaze, coupled with Abigaille's submissive readiness beside her, made her resolve waver.
Hearing this, Kafka leaned closer, his voice dropping to a sultry, commanding murmur. "You got a choice, Mom." He said, his eyes glinting with mischief. "You can lick my thighs clean, or you can take Mom's, place and suck my cock instead. I don't mind either way."
"...So, what's it gonna be, Mom? You wanna taste her juices, or you wanna try fitting this big cock in your mouth?" He gestured to his semi, hard cock, its massive size looming under her gaze, the tip still glistening with a trace of cum.
Olivia's eyes darted to his cock, a surge of panic flooding her chest as she imagined trying to take it into her mouth, its girth so intimidating she feared it would break her jaw.
"No, Kafi!" She gasped, her voice a flustered rush, her head shaking frantically. "I...I'll lick your thighs. Abi can...she can handle your cock. I'll do the other thing."
Her decision was hasty, driven by fear and embarrassment, her cheeks flaming as she committed to the lesser of two daunting tasks.
Kafka's smirked, his hands patting both women's asses with a firm, affectionate smack. "Good girls." He said, his voice a low, proud growl. "Now get up and kneel on the ground, makes it easier for both of you." He gestured to the floor, his tone commanding but warm, urging them into position.
Olivia and Abigaille exchanged a brief, hesitant glance, their eyes meeting with awkwardness and shared surrender and then slowly, they rose, shifting places with a quiet, almost ritualistic grace.
Olivia knelt beside Kafka's wet thigh, her gaze fixed on the slick patch of Abigaille's juices, the warm, musky scent overwhelming her senses, her heart pounding with a nervous, exhilarating dread.
Abigaille, on the other hand, moved to his other side, her movements fluid and seductive as she leaned toward his cock, her eyes glinting with anticipation, her lips parted as if ready to devour it at any moment.
Kafka leaned back, his hands resting on their heads, his voice a low, coaxing murmur. "That's it, you two" He said, his tone thick with satisfaction. "Mom, you suck that cock clean, drink up every drop like you always do. And you lick those thighs, taste your best friend's juices, show me you're part of this family."
"...Now, go on, my good girls, make your man proud."