"Excited?" She echoed, her eyes narrowing, her heart racing with a anticipation and unease. "What do you an, Kafi? Over happy? What's so suspicious about that?" Her question was careful, her gaze searching his, sensing the shift in his tone, the hidden aning behind his words.
Kafka gave a nervous chuckle, his hand rubbing his neck again, his voice a low, embarrassed murmur.
"Don't laugh at , okay?" He said, his eyes flicking to hers, pleading. "Promise you won't make fun of for this, Mom." Olivia nodded frantically, her eyes wide, her hands clutching his arm, her eagerness palpable, and Kafka sighed, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Look down, Mom. Look at down, and you'll see what I an by over excited."
Olivia's brow furrowed, her confusion deepening as she glanced to her left, her eyes scanning the floor beneath the chair, finding nothing.
"What?" She mumbled, her voice puzzled, her gaze flicking back to him. "There's nothing there, Kafi."
He shook his head, his flush deepening, his voice a low, suggestive growl.
"Other side, Mom...On my lap, right here."
His hand gestured to his crotch, and Olivia's eyes followed, her breath catching as she looked down, her gaze landing on the bulge in his underwear, a massive, throbbing outline that seed to strain against the fabric, impossibly larger than before, as if it had grown inches in monts.
Her eyes widened, a gasp escaping her as she froze, her cheeks flaming with disbelief, her heart pounding at the sight of her son's cock, hard and pulsing, barely contained, grazing against her ass where she sat on his thigh.
"K-Kafi." She stamred, her voice a breathless whisper, her eyes locked on the bulge, unable to tear away, her body trembling with shock and shaful arousal. "That's...that's what you ant? You're..."
"...Y-You're hard down there?"
She said in a stunned murmur, her mind reeling at the sight, her pussy clenching despite her horror.
Kafka leaned closer, his breath hot against her ear, his voice a low, dirty whisper. "Yeah, Mom." He murmured, his tone laced with embarrassnt and desire. "That's what I ant. Hearing you get all jealous, saying you want all to yourself, calling yourself my only mine...it got fucking excited, made my cock twitch like crazy."
"...It isn't fully hard yet, but fuck, it's getting there, just from your words. Embarrassing as hell, but...that's how happy you made ." He said, a taboo revelation that sent a shiver through her, her body alight with a perverse thrill.
He then pulled back slightly, his eyes searching hers, his voice a quiet, hesitant murmur.
"Mom told ...she said I'd get hard when I'm real happy, that it's normal." He said, his gaze flicking to Abigaille, who sat with a sly, innocent smile, her eyes glinting with mischief. "Guess I'm just...real happy, Mom, hearing you want like that. That's why I'm reacting this way."
His words carried a hint of naivety, a belief in Abigaille's twisted teachings, and Olivia's eyes snapped to Abi, her suspicion flaring, a sharp realization that Abi had fed him another lie, framing arousal as simple happiness, a manipulation that twisted his desires into sothing dangerous.
Her suspicion of Abi's influence flared, but beneath it, a deeper truth was dawning, one that made her heart race with a dangerous, thrilling excitent.
Olivia's gaze snapped to Kafka, her eyes wide, shimring with a stunned intensity as she leaned closer, her voice a trembling whisper, thick with disbelief.
"Kafi..." She said, her breath catching, her hands clutching his arm, her fingers digging into his skin. "Are you...are you saying you only got like that..." Her eyes flicked to the massive bulge in his underwear, her cheeks burning. "...because of what I said just now? About wanting you to myself? Or...or was it before, too? When you were...doing all that other stuff with ?"
Her question was urgent, her heart pounding with a desperate need to know, to confirm the truth that was crystallizing in her mind.
Kafka's flush deepened, his hand rubbing the back of his neck, his eyes darting away for a mont before eting hers, a blend embarrassnt and honesty in his gaze.
"Damn Mom, it's...it's embarrassing as hell to admit." He mumbled, his voice low, almost shy, but laced with sincerity that made her pulse quicken. "But yeah, it was only after you said that stuff, about being jealous, wanting my love all for you."
"...That's when I...you know, got hard. It was your words, Mom, your love, that did it."
His confession was halting, his cheeks red, but the truth in his eyes was undeniable, a vulnerable admission that sent a surge of pride through Olivia, her heart swelling with a dangerous, taboo joy.
But she couldn't co to her own conclusion with only this. Her eyes widened further, her voice a frantic, probing rush as she pressed closer, her hands tightening on his arm.
"Wait, Kafi, you're saying...when you were being all...naughty with , pushing that sausage in my mouth, touching , all that...you didn't...you didn't feel like this? Not even a little?"
"...It was only when I said I loved you, that I wanted you to myself?"
Her questions tumbled out, her voice trembling with disbelief and exhilaration, her mind racing as she pieced together the implications, her pussy clenching at the thought that her love, her honest emotions, had provoked such a visceral reaction.
Kafka shook his head, his eyes eting hers with a quiet, earnest intensity, his voice a low, embarrassed murmur.
"Nah, Mom, not at all." He said, his flush deepening, his hand gesturing vaguely to his crotch, the bulge still throbbing, impossible to ignore. "All that other stuff, the touching, it was just...fun, you know? Playing around, seeing how far I could push."
"But it didn't...didn't get like this. It was when you got all jealous, all clingy, saying how much you want , that you love so much, it hit different, Mom. Made my cock jump, got all fucking excited."
"...It's...it's your love, your words, that did this to ." He said, his naivety shining through, a belief in Abigaille's twisted teachings that arousal was just happiness, but the truth was clear: Olivia's emotions, her possessive devotion, had ignited sothing deeper, sothing taboo.
Olivia's heart soared, a rush of pride flooding her, her cheeks flushing with joy and guilt as she realized the power she held. All the naughty, depraved acts, the sausage forced down her throat, the groping, the dirty talk, hadn't stirred Kafka's cock, not like this.
It was her words, her vulnerable, loving confession, that had provoked this reaction, a throbbing, undeniable proof of her influence, her ability to excite him in ways Abigaille's blatant seduction couldn't.
She'd thought Abigaille was leading the race for Kafka's love, her ease with his desires, her unashad submission, making her the favorite.
But now, with Kafka's cock hard because of her, Olivia felt a victorious feeling, a realization that she was the one stirring feelings he shouldn't have, pulling him into a taboo dance that was hers alone to lead.
It should have alard her, this knowledge that her son felt a forbidden desire for her, that her words had sparked sothing sexual, sothing a mother should never provoke.
But instead, her heart raced with a perverse excitent, a pride that swelled within her, as if she'd achieved sothing monuntal, surpassing Abigaille in a way that felt intoxicatingly victorious.
Her love, her jealousy, had done what Abigaille's brazen acts couldn't, and the thought filled her with a glowing, guilty satisfaction, even as she knew she should be worried, should be pulling back from the edge of this dangerous abyss...
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