As the last of her release flowed out, Olivia's mind reeled, a wave of shame crashing over her. She was a dirty mother, indulging in acts with her son that no mother should, her body betraying her in the most undeniable way.
Kafka, still crouched before her, stared at the sight—her leaking pussy, the glistening trails on her thighs with wide, innocent eyes. He then wiped his wet fingers on his palm, his voice full of awe and curiosity.
"Wow, Mom." He said, his tone almost childlike. "You're really sweaty, huh? That little massage made you sweat buckets."
"...Felt that good, didn't it, to let it all out like that?"
Olivia's face burned, her heart sinking as she met his gaze, the innocence in his eyes making her want to vanish from embarrassment.
"K-Kafi..." She stammered, her voice barely audible. "Don't...don't say that..."
But before she could say more, Abigaille's voice cut in, sharp and teasing.
