Chapter 733: Lend Me Your Bra - God of Milfs: The Gods Request Me To Make a Milf Harem - NovelsTime

God of Milfs: The Gods Request Me To Make a Milf Harem

Chapter 733: Lend Me Your Bra

Author: AGodAmongMen
updatedAt: 2025-08-02

Chapter 733: Lend Me Your Bra

Kafka’s grin widened, and he let out a low hum of approval. “Mmm…go on.”

Her breath came faster, her body burning with shame and heat as she continued, her words spilling out now as if a dam had broken.

“It’s…It’s like it’s molding into me…my pussy can feel every inch of it, even through these clothes…It’s so big…so hot…and every time you grind against me, it feels like it’s carving itself into my body, Kafi.”

His eyes glinted, his smirk darkening as he leaned in closer, his lips brushing her ear. “That’s right…That’s exactly what I wanted to hear, Mom. And how do your little lips feel around me right now?”

Her eyes widened, her breath catching as her thighs squeezed around him involuntarily.

“They…They feel like they’re hugging you.” She admitted in a tiny, broken voice. “My lips…They’re wrapping around your cock, even through all these layers…I can feel how fat and hard you are, and it’s, it’s making my body heat up so much.”

“Mm…so fat and hard, huh?” Kafka growled softly, his tone dripping with satisfaction. “No wonder…It feels like your pussy is trying to suck me in already, even without me being inside.”

“K-Kafi…D-Don’t say things like that—” She whimpered, but her hips twitched against him on their own, betraying her as a soft heat began to bloom between her thighs.

He chuckled darkly, his hands gripping her ass now to grind her down harder. “Hah…and here I thought you were going to push me away. But instead, you’re quivering like this, and I can feel how wet you’re getting through your panties already. You’re dripping for me, aren’t you?”

Her face went red, her body trembling violently as she admitted in a whisper. “Y-Yes…I’m dripping…It feels so good…”

“Good girl…” Kafka purred, his breath hot against her neck as his cock pressed up snugly between her lips, separated only by her soaked underwear. “You see? You’re already clenching for me…I can feel your soft, juicy little pussy lips hugging my cock so perfectly.”

“…It’s almost like they’re begging me to be inside, Mom.”

Hearing this, her eyes fluttered half-shut, a quiet moan escaping her throat before she could stop it.

Kafka’s eyes gleamed with mischief as he felt her soft, trembling body pressing tighter against him.

“Mom…” He murmured, his voice a low purr as his lips brushed her ear. “Do you…happen to know what the Mile High Club is?”

Her eyes widened slightly, heat rushing to her cheeks in an instant. “W-What?!” She squeaked out, her voice higher than she intended.

“I asked if you know what it is.” He repeated smoothly, his hands keeping her firmly pressed against him as his fingers traced the curve of her spine.

Her lips parted, and after a moment’s hesitation, she gave a tiny, reluctant nod, her entire face flushing scarlet. “…I-I do.” She admitted in a whisper.

“Oh?” Kafka grinned, his tone playful yet dripping with suggestiveness. “Then why don’t you tell me?”

Olivia squeezed her eyes shut, mortified to even speak the words aloud. “I-It’s…It’s when…perverted couples can’t hold themselves back and…and they…” She bit her lip, her voice dropping to a shy murmur. “They have sex…on top of a plane…because they’re so high up in the sky.”

“Aha…” Kafka chuckled low, a wicked smirk tugging at his lips. “So my sweet little mother knows about things like that. You may look innocent, but you know your stuff quite well, huh?”

Her blush deepened furiously, and she looked away, mortified. “I-It’s not like that! I just…I’ve heard about it before, that’s all!”

He leaned in closer, his breath hot against her ear as he whispered. “And yet…you’re here now, straddling me on top of a massive tree…Isn’t that interesting?”

Olivia froze as his words sank in, her heart hammering wildly.

“But instead of a Mile High Club…” Kafka drawled slowly, his fingers slipping lower to squeeze her hips possessively. “Why don’t we try out a Tree Height Club?”

Her eyes shot open, her entire body stiffening. “What do you mean?”

He chuckled darkly, his grin widening. “Think about it…We’re already high above the ground, alone, no one around to see us. If I started thrusting into you right here, right now…” His hips rolled suggestively against her, making her gasp as she felt the thick bulge of his cock rub perfectly along her folds. “…anyone passing below would just think the tree was swaying in the wind.”

“K-Kafi…!” Olivia’s face burned hotter than it ever had in her life.

“They’d never suspect that the tree’s not dancing in the breeze…but that we’re fucking like animals on top of it.” Kafka murmured, his voice dropping even lower, wicked and smooth as silk. “Wouldn’t that be thrilling? Just the two of us, rocking this tree so hard its branches start shaking…”

Her body betrayed her, her thighs clamped tighter around him, her pussy quivering with a pulse of wet heat she couldn’t deny. ‘Why…why does this sound so enticing?’

‘But no…No!’

She couldn’t do something like that. It was too much. Even if the adventurous, reckless part of her was stirring awake, even if her body was already responding, her mind screamed at her to resist.

Still, Kafka could feel her hesitation in the way her hips shifted ever so slightly against him, like she didn’t even realize she was moving.

His gaze softened faintly as he smirked knowingly.

And then, to her surprise, he stilled his movements entirely, loosening his grip on her hips.

“Hah…you’re too cute.” He murmured with a faint chuckle. “Relax, Mom. I was only joking.”

Her eyes blinked up at him, her body still hot and trembling.

“You’re such an innocent thing.” Kafka continued in a mock-chiding tone. “Did you really think I’d do something like that on top of a tree?” He shook his head and gave her a teasing smile. “If we did, we wouldn’t even be human anymore.”

“…We’d be monkeys, Mom. Two wild animals rutting in the treetops.”

Her face went scarlet as she buried her face in his chest, mortified. “Y-You’re awful! Don’t say things like that!”

But her scolding lacked bite, and Kafka knew it.

Leaning in, he let his lips graze her ear as he whispered, his voice low and molten. “Still…one day, Mom…In a proper place, in the right setting, when you’re finally ready to give yourself to me fully.”

Her breath caught, her heart pounding violently in her chest.

“I’ll make sure you understand exactly what ‘rocking the boat’ means.” He murmured. “And trust me, little one…I won’t just rock a plane or a tree. I’ll rock the bed so hard with you that the entire neighborhood will know what we’re doing.”

“K-Kafi!!” She cried, her voice high and flustered, but in her mind, she couldn’t help it, vivid images of him slamming into her hard enough to make a bedframe creak and walls shake assaulted her thoughts, making her thighs press together involuntarily.

‘I can’t believe I’m imagining this…!’ She scolded herself, but the heat in her pussy betrayed her no matter how hard she tried to suppress it.

Now that Kafka had stopped teasing her, his hands no longer wandering, and his playful remarks quiet for a brief moment, Olivia let out a small, shaky breath.

‘Finally…I can breathe again.’

She thought, feeling as though she could relax and let her heart return to a steady rhythm. Her cheeks were still flushed from earlier, but she comforted herself with the thought that things would settle down now.

But just as she started to believe she was safe…Kafka’s voice broke the silence.

“Mom…” He began, his tone calm yet laced with a peculiar seriousness that immediately made Olivia wary.

“Hm? What is it, Kafi?”

There was a faint glint of mischief in his eyes as he glanced down at her. “This might sound a little strange…but I need you to take off your bra.”

For a moment, Olivia froze completely.

“…What?” She asked flatly, her brain refusing to process what she’d just heard.

Kafka didn’t even flinch at her incredulous tone. “I need you to take off your bra and give it to me.”

Her entire face went red in an instant.

“E-Excuse me?!” She blurted, gripping his shoulders tightly as if trying to confirm he wasn’t joking. “What the hell are you even saying, Kafi?! Are you out of your mind?!”

But before she could spiral any further, Kafka raised his hands slightly in mock surrender, his voice still perfectly calm. “Relax, Mom. It’s not what you’re thinking.”

“Not what I’m thinking?!” She hissed, her voice rising. “Then why in the world would you need my, my bra?!”

“It’s not like I’m asking because I’m planning to grope you all of a sudden or something.” His tone remained maddeningly casual, as though the words weren’t scandalous at all. “You don’t have to be so on guard.”

“Then explain it to me properly before I slap you upside the head!” She snapped, her face burning so hot she thought it might ignite.

Kafka tilted his head slightly, giving her a small smile. “I actually really do need it for something important. To pick the fruit from this tree.”

Olivia blinked, her thoughts screeching to a halt. “What…?”

He nodded, as if it made perfect sense. “Yeah. It’s quite vital if we want the fruit to be as fresh and delicious as possible. Your bra will help with that.”

For a moment, Olivia simply stared at him, her mouth opening and closing soundlessly. ‘What in the world…?’

“What does my bra have to do with picking fruit?!” She finally managed to demand, her voice cracking slightly from a blend of confusion and lingering embarrassment.

Kafka only smiled cryptically, his hands still resting on her hips as he leaned in closer. “You’ll understand once you see what I’m going to do. Trust me.”

“Trust you?! You are asking for my underwear at the top of a tree, Kafi!” She whispered fiercely, her heart thudding against her ribs.

“It’s necessary.” He said simply, his tone so earnest that it made her second-guess her outrage for a moment.

Flustered, Olivia could only stare at him, her mind whirling with too many questions at once. ‘What in the world is he planning to do? Why would he even need my bra for this? Is he playing with me again…or is he actually serious this time?’

And as she struggled to form a coherent thought, one thing became certain, she had absolutely no idea what her son was about to do…

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