Abigaille's soft whimpers filled the kitchen, her body trembling as she ground her plush ass harder against her son's crotch, the thick, pulsing heat of his erection pressing through his jeans, sending shivers of raw need through her core.
His tongue still lingered in her mouth, the kiss a wet, hungry clash that left her breathless, but he pulled back just enough to speak.
"It's not just that beautiful face that makes you God's daughter, Mom." He murmured, his breath hot against her skin. "It's this body—this sexy, plump, juicy body of yours."
"...It simply doesn't belong on earth. It's too perfect, too sinful for this world."
Before Abigaille could respond, Kafka's hands moved with swift, hungry intent. He gripped the hem of her top and yanked it upward, pulling it over her head in one smooth motion, tossing it aside to reveal the full, heavy swell of her breasts, barely contained by her bra.
