Olivia's cheeks burned as Kafka let her sit up, his arms wrapping around her in a warm, fervent embrace that pressed her body against his, her hand still curled around his throbbing cock.
His gaze was intense, a smoldering fire that made her heart race, and his voice dropped to a low, husky murmur as he leaned closer, his breath hot against her ear.
"Hey, Mom, can you feel how hard my cock is right now?" He asked, his tone thick with desire, his eyes searching hers. "It's throbbing so damn much, just for you. You feel that, don't you?"
Olivia nodded, her voice a soft, trembling whisper as she tightened her grip, the pulsing heat of his shaft searing her palm. "Yes, Kafi, I feel it." She said, her eyes flicking down to the massive cock in her hand, its tremors sending a shiver through her. "It's…it's trembling so much, like it's alive. Is…is something wrong? It's acting so…intense." Her brow furrowed with concern, her maternal instincts flaring despite the heat coursing through her, her fingers stroking gently as if to soothe him.
Kafka's chuckled in response as his hand slid down to her waist, squeezing gently as he shook his head. "Nah, Mom, nothing's wrong." He said, his voice a smooth, teasing growl. "It's just my cock wants to know what's coming, what you're gonna do with it next?" His words sent a flush of embarrassment through her, her cheeks flaming as she realized the effect she was having.
She glanced down at his cock, her fingers gliding along its veiny length, her strokes slow and steady as she gathered her courage. "Well, I…I'd want to explore it, Kafi." She admitted, her voice a shy whisper, her eyes flicking up to meet his, shimmering with a nervous excitement. "Each part, one by one, touching it thoroughly, feeling its shape, its structure. Like…like it's a puzzle I'm piecing together."
She paused, biting her lip, then continued, her voice softer, almost hesitant.
"You know, whenever I go to museums, I always hire a guide. I love hearing them explain the artifacts, the history behind each piece, what makes it special. And…I'd like that here, too. Could you…could you talk about it? About the part I'm holding? Just…anything, as long as it's about your cock. I want to hear you explain it, like you're my guide."
Kafka's eyes widened, a delighted grin spreading across his face as he caressed her cheek, his touch warm and affectionate.
"Damn, Mom, that's cute as hell." He said, his voice dripping with playful adoration. "You're asking me to be your cock guide, huh? Hell yeah, I'll do it. Anything for my girl, especially when you ask all shy and sweet like that." He leaned back slightly, his gaze flicking to her hand on his cock, his tone turning teasing. "So, what part you starting with, huh? Where's my curious girlfriend gonna touch first?"
Olivia's breath caught, her eyes dropping to his cock, its massive length looming before her, the bulbous tip glistening under the dim light. She raised her hand slowly, her fingers trembling as they moved to the tip, brushing against the thick, swollen head.
"I'll start here." She whispered, her voice barely audible, her cheeks flaming as she caressed the ridges, her touch light but deliberate. "The tip…it's so striking, Kafi. So thick, so…prominent. It's what I notice most." Her fingers traced the contours, lingering on the smooth, taut skin, her body humming with a forbidden curiosity.
She glanced up at him, her eyes shimmering with a shy, eager light. "I…I read in biology books that the tip's usually the thickest part." She said, her voice soft but inquisitive, her fingers circling the head, feeling its weight. "But I never thought it'd be this thick. Why's it like that, Kafi? Why's your tip so…massive?"
Kafka's smirked, his hand sliding to her breast, groping it gently as he leaned closer, his voice a low, sultry growl. "Oh, Mom, it's gotta be thick." He said, his tone thick with confidence, his fingers kneading her soft flesh. "Think about it like this, if you're trying to break down a door, you need a strong battering ram, right? A big, heavy log to smash through. A little stick ain't gonna cut it…It's the same thing with a man's cock."
"If I'm gonna pleasure my woman, make her feel me deep inside, I need a fat tip like this…It's what stretches her walls, makes her feel every inch, like her pussy's being pulled apart and filled completely…Only a tip this thick can satisfy her, make her scream for more."
Olivia's cheeks burned, her breath hitching as his made her imagine a erotic picture, her fingers brushing the small, wet hole at the tip, the precum slick against her skin. She glanced at him, checking for sensitivity, but his expression was one of pleasure, his eyes encouraging her to continue.
Emboldened, she traced the slit, her face close enough to feel the heat radiating from his cock, her body trembling with a shameful feelings.
Kafka's lips then grazed her cheek, then her neck, soft kisses that sent shivers through her as he continued, his voice a low, filthy murmur, "And it's not just for pleasure, Mom. That thick tip's like a plug, too."
"When I cum inside a woman's pussy, it jams in tight, makes sure every drop stays where it belongs…No leaking, no spilling…That's how you know she's getting pregnant, because a cock like mine doesn't let anything escape."
"…It's built to breed, to fill her up and make sure she's carrying my kid."
Olivia's eyes widened, her heart pounding as she turned to him, her voice a soft, trembling whisper.
"Like…like a cork in a bottle?" She asked, her cheeks flaming with curiosity and embarrassment, her fingers still circling the tip, feeling its weight and power.
Kafka's chuckle was warm, his lips brushing her forehead in a tender kiss. "Exactly, Mom." He said, his voice thick with pride. "You're such a smart little girl, figuring out your boyfriend's cock like that. Just like a cork, keeping everything locked in tight." His praise sent a flush of warmth through her, a giddy joy blooming in her chest despite the vulgarity of the topic.
His approval, his affection, made her feel bold, her shame fading under the heat of his gaze and emboldened by it, she wrapped two fingers around the tip, moving them up and down, applying gentle pressure as she glanced up at him, her voice a shy, curious whisper.
"But…what if you didn't want to make her pregnant, Kafi?" She asked, her cheeks burning as she ventured further, her strokes slow and deliberate. "If you just wanted to…to have sex with her, for pleasure, without a baby at the end, what then?"
Kafka's grin turned sly, his eyes glinting with a teasing mischief as he leaned closer, his hand still groping her breast, his voice a low, provocative growl.
"Well, the thing is I have no other choice, Mom." He said, his tone thick with a dark, playful arrogance. "Other guys with their little dicks, maybe they can pull out, keep things safe…But a man like me? With a cock this big, this thick? I don't get that luxury."
"When I fuck a woman, that fat tip's gonna bury itself deep, and when I cum, it's gonna flood her, stuff her full of my seed…There's no pulling out, no stopping it.Every woman I take gets knocked up, filled with my babies."
"…It's a curse, Mom, a damn curse that comes with a cock this massive."
Olivia's breath caught, her cheeks flaming as his words sank in, a forbidden, immoral thought flickering through her mind. She imagined Kafka's cock buried deep inside her, its thick tip jamming tight, flooding her with his cum, her pussy so needy, so fertile, that it would eagerly take his seed, ensuring she'd be pregnant with his child.
The thought was so shameful, so wrong, yet it sent a pulse of primal arousal through her pussy, her fingers trembling as they stroked his tip, her body buzzing with a desperate need.
Kafka's eyes gleamed with a dark, teasing delight as he caught Olivia's shy, flustered reaction, her cheeks flushed a deep crimson, her fingers trembling against the tip of his throbbing cock.
"What's with that look, Mom?" He murmured, his tone thick with playful accusation. "You're all shy, like you're hiding something naughty."
"Are you possibly imagining my cock plunging deep inside that tight little pussy of yours? Filling you up, my cum sloshing around in your womb, making sure every drop stays locked in?"
"…You thinking about your boyfriend stuffing you so full you're knocked up with my seed?"
Hearing his filthy words, Olivia's breath hitched, her eyes widening as she snapped out of her daze, her voice a flustered, trembling protest.
"N-No, Kafi, I wasn't thinking that at all!" She insisted, her cheeks burning hotter, her lie barely convincing as she avoided his piercing gaze. Her hand slid down his cock, moving to the long, veiny shaft, her fingers stroking gently as if to distract herself. "I was…I was just thinking about the next part I want to observe, that is your shaft I mean."
She said, her voice soft and hesitant, her eyes fixed on his shaft, its length so extraordinary it seemed almost unreal, like a genetic marvel or a pole standing proud in place of a penis…