Olivia's gaze drifted to Abigaille, her eyes widening at the glistening mess coating Kafka's thigh, a slick, warm sheen of her love juices dripping down his leg, pooling slightly on the floor below.
The sharp, musky scent of her release filled the air, undeniable and potent, completely different to the time Abigaille had squirted onto the ground, leaving no trace on him.
Now, his skin was drenched, the liquid clinging to him in a lewd display that sent a flush of heat through Olivia's body, her pussy pulsing with a forbidden warmth.
She then glanced down at her own hands, cradling a thick, viscous pool of Kafka's semen, so abundant she'd had to use both hands to contain it, like a bowl brimming with warm, sticky milk.
The weight and heat of it fascinated her, a primal curiosity stirring in her chest despite the shame gnawing at her edges.
She'd never touched a man's cum before, let alone her son's, and the urge to explore it, to smell it, to feel its texture, to understand its essence, tugged at her, but she held back, terrified he'd see her as perverse after everything she'd already done.
Her breath trembled as she looked up at Kafka, her voice a soft, uncertain whisper, her hands shaking slightly under the weight of the semen. "Kafi, what...what do I do with this?" She asked, her eyes darting to the pool in her palms, her cheeks flaming with embarrassment. "My hands are full of your...your cum, and I don't know where to put it. Should I...should I drop it on a plate? Throw it in the dustbin? What's next?" Her words were laced with a nervous urgency, her heart pounding as she awaited his guidance, expecting a practical solution like tossing it in the toilet or wiping it away.
"Why waste it, Mom?" He said in response, his tone thick with amusement, making Olivia's breath catch. "Throwing it in the dustbin? Nah, that's not how we do things, since Mom usually takes care of it herself. She usually drinks it herself, every drop, so you can just offer it to her." His words landed like a shock, her eyes widening in disbelief as she processed his suggestion.
"Offer?" She echoed, her voice a trembling, incredulous whisper, her gaze flicking to Abigaille, then back to Kafka. "What do you mean, offer? You want me to...to give it to her?" Her heart raced, her body tensing with a flustered panic, the idea so audacious it made her head spin.
Kafka's grin widened, his hand gently guiding both of Olivia's cum, filled hands toward Abigaille, who looked up, her eyes widening at the sight of the thick, white pool cradled before her. "Exactly, Mom." He murmured, his voice a smooth, coaxing drawl. "Just drip it into her mouth, nice and slow, like you're offering her a glass of milk. Pour it in, let her drink it all, not a drop wasted." He turned to Abigaille, his hand stroking her hair gently, his tone softening but still commanding. "Ain't that right, Mom? You'll drink your son's cum from your best friend's hand, won't you? Be a good girl for your son."
Abigaille's gaze softened, her eyes shimmering with a loving, post, climactic devotion, her body still trembling from her orgasm. "Yes, Kafi♡~" She whispered, her voice thick with ecstasy, her lips parting slightly as she leaned forward. "I'll do anything for you, baby. Even drink your cum from Olivia's hand if that's what you desire." Her words were fervent, her pouty lips ready, her expression one of eager anticipation.
Kafka's smiled, his hand petting Abigaille's head like she was a prized pet. "That's my good girl." He said, his voice dripping with pride. "That's the mom I raised, always ready to be perfect in bed." He then turned to Olivia, his eyes locking onto hers, his tone a low, expectant murmur. "Go on, Mom. Pour it into her mouth, nice and slow...Let her have it."
Olivia gulped, her heart pounding with a wild, incredulous disbelief, her hands trembling as she stared at Abigaille's expectant face, her lips slightly parted, ready to receive. The scene felt surreal, yet the heat of Kafka's gaze and Abigaille's limpid, pleading eyes left her no choice.
"Okay, Kafi." She whispered, her voice barely audible, her cheeks flaming as she inched her hands closer, the tips of her fingers brushing Abigaille's lips. Abigaille also opened her mouth wider, her gaze locked on Olivia's, shimmering with a strange, submissive gratitude.
Slowly, Olivia tilted her hands, the thick semen sliding down, a warm, viscous stream flowing into Abigaille's mouth.
The moment it touched her tongue, Abigaille closed her eyes, a look of pure satisfaction spreading across her face as she swallowed, gulping down the cum with a relish that stunned Olivia.
"Ahh!♡~ Mmph!♡~ Nnn!♡~ Suck! ♡~"
It was as if she were savoring a rare nectar, her throat working smoothly, not a hint of hesitation or disgust and seeing this Olivia's breath caught, her body flushing with shock and forbidden warmth as she watched, her voice a soft, trembling whisper.
"Kafi, why...why does she look so happy doing this?" She asked, her eyes flicking to him, wide with disbelief. "She's not gagging, not even flinching. It's like...like she's drinking juice or something. How does she do it so easily?"
"Suck!♡~ Ahh!♡~ Nnn!♡~ Mmmph! ♡~"
Kafka's chuckle was warm, his hand still stroking Abigaille's hair as he watched her swallow, his voice a low, amused murmur. "She's used to it, Mom." He said, his tone thick with pride. "She's probably drunk gallons of my cum by now, so this little bit? It's nothing to her, like drinking water."
"...She loves it, craves it. Ain't that right, Mom?" He tilted Abigaille's chin up, her eyes opening to meet his, shimmering with devotion.
Abigaille nodded, a soft moan escaping her lips as she licked them clean, her voice a breathless whisper. "Yes, Kafi, I love it♡~" She said, her tone thick with satisfaction. "Your cum's so good, baby. I could drink it forever♡~"
Her words sent a jolt through Olivia, her heart racing as she realized the sweet, cheerful woman she'd known had transformed into this lewd, unapologetic figure, slurping her son's semen with a shameless ease.
Olivia's hands were nearly empty now, the semen poured into Abigaille's mouth, leaving only a sticky residue coating her palms and fingers. She thought it was over, her mind already racing to the washbasin, eager to clean the warm, tacky mess from her skin.
But to her shock, Abigaille didn't stop. With a sudden, almost animalistic eagerness, she grabbed Olivia's hands, her fingers wrapping around her wrists as she brought them to her mouth.
"Lick!♡~ Mmph!♡~ Ahh!♡~ Nnn! ♡~"
Like a puppy lapping at a treat, Abigaille began to lick Olivia's palms, her tongue gliding over the sticky semen, cleaning each finger with slow strokes.
"Mmph!♡~ Ooooh!♡~ Suck!♡~ Ahhh!♡~"
The sensation was ticklish, electric, making Olivia whimper as her body flushed with a wild, conflicting warmth, shame at the wrongness of it, excitement at the intimate, forbidden act.
"Kafi, she's...she's licking my hands!" Olivia gasped, her voice trembling with a flustered, ticklish panic, her eyes wide as she watched Abigaille's tongue work, sucking the cum from her fingers with a soft, satisfied hum. "Does she really have no shame whatsoever? Just what happened for her to act this way?"
Kafka's laugh was deep, his hand sliding to Olivia's waist, pulling her closer as he watched Abigaille with a proud, possessive gaze. "That's just how she is, Mom." He said, his voice a low, sultry growl. "My good girl loves every drop, can't get enough. And you, Mom, you're feeding her, giving her what she craves. Feels good, don't it? Seeing your best friend lick your hands clean, sucking up your boyfriend's cum like it's her favorite treat?" His words were teasing, filthy, stoking the fire in her pussy, her body trembling with a illicit thrill.
Abigaille then finished, her tongue gliding over Olivia's last finger, leaving her hands slick but clean, her eyes opening to meet Olivia's with a soft, grateful shimmer.
"Thank you, Liv." She whispered, her voice thick with post, climactic bliss. "It's so good, Kafi's cum. You did so well, holding it for me." She said in a earnest and tender manner, making Olivia's cheeks burn hotter, her heart racing with a strange, flustered pride.