God of Milfs: The Gods Request Me To Make a Milf Harem
Chapter 718 - 718: Speed Of Light

Still keeping her eyes closed, Olivia tilted her head slightly toward him, her lips quivering as she whispered. "Not to mention...not every son kisses his mother like this. If anyone realized you're my son, they'd think...they'd think all sorts of things…"

But Kafka didn't miss a beat. He tightened his arms around her waist and leaned in, his breath warm against her ear.

"Let them think whatever they want." He murmured, his tone low and steady, carrying a conviction that pierced straight through her turmoil. His lips brushed her neck again in another soft, lingering kiss. "I don't care one bit."

Hearing this confession, her breath caught unable to believe that it was her son saying such bold words.

"Right now, I'm cherishing my mother." He continued, his voice as tender as his touch. "And there's nothing wrong with that. You're mine to love, Mom. And I don't see why I should ever hold back on showing it, not for strangers, not for anyone."

"Y-You…" Olivia's words faltered as a fluttering thrill rippled through her chest.

His determination, the effortless way he said those words, like it was the simplest truth in the world, made her heart squeeze tight.

'He doesn't even hesitate...' She thought, overwhelmed. 'He doesn't care how it looks or what they say. He just wants to hold me, to love me.'

It was too much. Too much and yet not nearly enough.

And when his lips pressed another kiss just below her ear, her whole body tensed, and then softened with a weak sigh.

Her breath hitched, her lips trembling as a wave of warmth spread deep inside her.

'Oh no...' She thought helplessly, her fingers gripping the edge of the seat. 'Why does this feel so...so good?'

Kafka's lips lingered on her skin as he murmured softly, his voice carrying a playful edge but also something deeper, something searching.

"Mom…" He began, kissing the side of her neck again, just under her ear. "I thought you wanted me to kiss you. Didn't you say you loved my kisses? That you wouldn't even mind if I kissed you a million times? Or…" His voice dropped lower, quiet, almost pained. "…was that false? Was that all a lie? Do you not want my kisses at all?"

Those words made Olivia's entire chest tighten in panic.

'N-no! No, no, no!' Her thoughts tumbled in a flustered frenzy. 'That's the last thing I want him thinking! I love his kisses, I cherish them so much it's almost scary!'

The idea that Kafka could believe, even for a second, that she didn't want his affection was unbearable.

Her lips trembled as she blurted out. "N-Not at all! Not at all!" Her voice wavered but grew firmer with each word, her cheeks glowing crimson. "I love your kisses, Kafi! I really do!"

Kafka blinked in surprise at her sudden intensity, a grin tugging at his lips. "Oh?"

Olivia's hands trembled, but she pushed forward, her words tumbling out in a rush as if afraid he'd misunderstand her again.

"Every time you kiss me, it makes me feel so warm and fuzzy inside, like...like I'm wrapped in the softest blanket. Your kisses...they give me even more comfort than when my own parents used to kiss me."

She bit her lip, her voice dropping to a shy murmur.

"That's how much you mean to me, Kafi. You matter to me more than anyone else in this world."

Kafka's heart swelled at her words, and he smiled softly against her neck.

But then Olivia fidgeted, her voice growing small again. "It's just...I'm not used to doing these kinds of things in public. Whenever I do, my mind fills with all these shameful and embarrassing thoughts." She shifted nervously in her seat, her fingers toying with the fabric of her skirt.

"That's why…" She hesitated, her voice dipping into a bashful whisper. "That's why I wouldn't mind any number of kisses if we were back at home. In fact, I'd absolutely love it."

Kafka's grin widened. "Really now?"

"Yes..." She admitted, her tone growing softer but carrying a thread of longing. "You could even spend an entire afternoon with me on the sofa, kissing me like this. And I-I'd treat it as one of the best afternoons of my life."

She let out a tiny nervous laugh, her voice filled with both shyness and a hint of wonder. "I can already imagine it...and just thinking about it makes me so happy."

But then she sighed, her shoulders slumping slightly as she murmured.

"But...I'm still a novice when it comes to public matters like this. I get flustered so easily, I'm not like her, not like Abi."

"She's so bold and confident. But me...I'm still learning how to handle these situations."

She turned her head slightly, still keeping her eyes shut tight, and whispered.

"But maybe one day...I'll be able to. I'll be bold enough to give you a kiss back in public, just like you do now."

"...To show you how much I love you too, and to prove to myself that I'm not a coward."

Kafka's grin softened into something more tender as he listened, his chest tightening with affection.

'She's so adorable...' He thought. 'Even when she's flustered like this, she's trying her best. And she doesn't even realize how much she's already showing her love.'

He pressed another gentle kiss to her neck, this one softer, more loving than the rest.

"Mom..." He murmured against her skin, his voice low and sweet. "You don't have to rush anything. You're already perfect the way you are. And I'll wait as long as it takes for you to feel comfortable."

Olivia's breath hitched, her lips parting in surprise as her heart fluttered wildly in her chest.

"And besides..." Kafka added with a mischievous smile, kissing her again. "I'll just have to make up for both of us until then."

Olivia blinked in confusion, her lips parting slightly as her breath hitched. "Make up...for both of us? What do you mean by that, Kafi?" She asked, her voice soft and unsure.

Kafka didn't answer right away. Instead, he let out a quiet hum, his lips curling into a mischievous smile as he leaned in even closer.

"This..." He murmured, and without giving her time to react, his lips pressed against the soft skin of her neck in another gentle kiss.

"Kiss!♡~"

And then another.

"Chuu!♡~"

And another.

"Kiss!♡~"

He began dotting her neck in a flurry of warm, lingering kisses, his lips moving up and down from the curve of her shoulder to just below her ear.

"Mmm!♡~ Mmm!♡~ Kiss!♡~ Mmm!♡~ Slurp!♡~"

Each kiss was slow and affectionate, as though he was trying to memorize every inch of her skin with his lips.

"This is me pampering you for both of us." He whispered between kisses, his voice playful and low. "You're mine to cherish, Mom, so let me keep loving you like this."

Olivia's breath came out in tiny, startled gasps, her lips trembling as the corners of her mouth tugged into a helpless smile.

"K-Kafi! That's ticklish!" She squealed, unable to hold back a soft laugh as his lips brushed against a particularly sensitive spot on the side of her neck.

"Ticklish, huh?" Kafka teased, his grin widening as he kissed her again in the same spot, earning another burst of giggles from her. "Then I guess I shouldn't stop, right?"

"N-no! Not there!" Olivia laughed, wriggling slightly but unable to pull away with him holding her gently yet firmly around the waist. "Kafi, you can't kiss me there, it's making me laugh too much! Ah—stop it!"

But even as she protested, her voice was warm and happy, her laughter spilling out freely.

'He never listens to me at all...and yet, I...I can't stop smiling.'

Kafka finally pulled back, his grin softening into something more tender as he looked at her flushed cheeks and heard her giggles still lingering in the air.

Then, an idea flickered in his mind as his eyes fell briefly on her lips. His smile turned mischievous again as he leaned closer to her ear and whispered.

"You know...even though your eyes are closed right now...you can still open your lips and let me slide in my tongue, right?"

Olivia stiffened, her entire face lighting up red as she instantly understood what he meant.

"K-Kafi…!" She squeaked, her hands gripping the scooter tighter. "Y-You want a kiss? Right now?!"

"Of course." Kafka said without hesitation, his voice low and teasing. "Why else would I want you to open your lips and let my tongue inside?"

"Wha—?!" Olivia felt her brain short-circuit as heat flared across her face. Her thoughts scattered as she tried to form a response.

And then, in an almost childish, pleading tone that pierced straight through her flustered heart, Kafka added. "Don't you want to? Can't I, Mom? Please!"

The sound of his voice, soft, vulnerable, almost like a little boy asking for a treat, hit Olivia like a brick. Her defenses crumbled instantly.

'Oh no...I can't say no when he sounds like that…'

Her lips quivered as she stammered. "I-it's not that I don't want to...I do...but...is it even safe for you to kiss me like this? While driving?"

Kafka chuckled softly, nuzzling his face against her hair. "Of course it's safe. I can keep my eyes on the road while kissing you. It's no big deal at all."

Still flustered, Olivia asked again, her voice dropping to a tiny, nervous whisper. "But...but what if someone sees us? It'd be so embarrassing…"

Kafka's grin widened. "Not at all. Right now, I'm going so fast we're basically moving at the speed of light. Nobody could even make out our faces, they probably think I'm just shielding my eyes from the wind."

Hearing that, Olivia hesitated, her heart pounding.

And then finally, in a tiny, shy voice, she murmured. "F-Fine...just this once."

Turning slightly, still keeping her eyes closed, she lifted her face toward him, her soft pink lips parting ever so slightly in anticipation.

The moment Kafka saw her lips presented to him like that, his breath hitched and his smile softened into something warmer, more tender.

"You really are too adorable." He whispered.

And then he leaned in, pressing his lips to hers in a slow, deep, passionate kiss.

"Kiss!♡~ Kiss!♡~ Mwah!♡~ Kiss!♡~ Nibble!♡~"

His hand gently cupped her cheek as their lips molded together, the kiss starting tender but quickly growing deeper, more intense.

"Smooch!♡~ Smooch!♡~ Kiss!♡~ Smooch!♡~ Sip!♡~"

His tongue traced the seam of her lips, coaxing her mouth open, and she let out a tiny gasp as she felt him slip inside, warm, gentle, and yet full of longing.

Her fingers curled tightly around the seat as she melted into him, every thought in her mind blurring except for the sensation of his mouth on hers.

For Olivia, it felt like time had stopped, like the rest of the world had disappeared, leaving only the two of them suspended in this perfect moment.

And yet, unbeknownst to her, they weren't moving at the speed of light at all.

In fact, the scooter was rolling slowly through a quiet neighborhood, and several people on the sidewalks had stopped to stare.

The women blushed furiously, turning away and covering their mouths as they murmured to each other in embarrassment, while a few of the men scowled and muttered under their breath, clearly irritated by the sight of a man and woman embracing so shamelessly in public.

But Olivia didn't notice any of it.

Her eyes remained closed as she leaned into Kafka's kiss, completely lost in the warmth and love he poured into her...