Kafka's chuckle was warm, his hands sliding down her waist, then moving to wrap around her belly, his fingers playing with the soft, slender flesh, a hint of muscle beneath showing she kept herself fit. The touch was intimate, teasing, making her squirm with embarrassment as he kneaded her belly like dough.
"Alright, my curious girlfriend, tell me about this shaft then." He said, his voice a low, coaxing growl. "What's catching your eye first? The thickness, or the length? What's got you so surprised, huh?"
Olivia's fingers glided along his shaft, like she was polishing a prized artifact. She answered without hesitation, her voice a soft, awestruck whisper.
"Well Kafi, the thickness, it's…it's so impressive." She said, her eyes tracing the girth that filled her hand. "It's not like a penis, it's more like a young tree just sprouting from the ground, so solid, so…commanding." Her cheeks flushed, but her strokes quickened, her fingers exploring the veiny texture with a growing boldness. Then her eyes widened, her voice trembling with disbelief as she continued, "But what really caught me off guard was the length. I mean, it's so long, Kafi. I didn't even know a human penis could grow this big. When I first saw it, I thought I was seeing things, like it couldn't be real."
Kafka's grin widened, his fingers squeezing her belly, making her giggle despite her embarrassment.
"Keep going, Mom." He urged, his tone thick with playful pride. "What's that long shaft making you think about? What's my girlfriend's first thought when she sees something this massive?"
Olivia bit her lip, her eyes shimmering with a giddy, curious light as she stroked his shaft, her fingers lingering at the base, squeezing gently.
"The first thing I thought…" She admitted, her voice a shy whisper. "…was that I wanted to measure it. I wanted to know exactly how big it is, just to…to understand it. But then I realized even the ruler I have at home wouldn't be enough."
"…I'd need one of those big tape measures they use for building houses or tailoring clothes."
She laughed softly, the sound nervous but genuine, her cheeks flaming as she continued.
"It's funny, isn't it? Those tapes are for measuring someone's height or making a suit, but here I am, thinking about using one to measure my…my boyfriend's penis. It's so ridiculous, but I can't help it."
"…Only something like that would be worthy of a cock this size."
Kafka also chuckled as heard this, his hand squeezing her belly again, his fingers dipping into the soft flesh like it was jelly.
"Damn, Mom, that's some dedication." He said, his voice dripping with amusement. "I'm proud to hear my girlfriend thinks my cock deserves construction tape…But you know, you don't need a ruler or a tape. You got those pretty hands of yours-why not use them to measure me? See how I stack up."
Olivia's eyes widened, a spark of doubt flickering in her gaze as she shook her head, her voice a soft protest.
"I can't, Kafi." She said, her cheeks burning as she demonstrated, wrapping one hand around the base of his cock, her fingers barely meeting. "See? I only have two hands."
To prove her point, she placed her second hand above the first, gripping tightly, then looked up at him, her eyes wide with disbelief.
"It's still not enough. I'd need, like, a dozen hands to measure this thing properly."
Kafka's grin turned sly, his hand moving to hers at the base, gently prying it off and placing it above her second hand, stacking them.
"Like this, Mom." He said, his voice a low, teasing murmur, his eyes locking onto hers as she glanced down, her breath catching. "Just keep stacking your hands, one on top of the other. That's how you measure a cock like mine. Go on, try it."
Olivia's heart raced, a surge of excitement bubbling in her chest as she realized what he meant.
"Can I really do that, Kafi?" She asked, her voice trembling with a giddy enthusiasm, her eyes sparkling like a child eager to solve a puzzle. "Can I measure your…your penis like that? I just…I need to know how big you are, to record it, to understand it. It's like…like finding something rare and needing to document it."
Kafka's chuckle was warm, his hand caressing her belly, his touch sending a shiver through her.
"Of course, Mom." He said, his tone thick with affection. "Go ahead, measure your boyfriend's cock. Stack those hands, count 'em up, see just how massive I am."
Olivia's heart raced, her excitement overwhelming her shame as she gripped his cock again, starting at the base with both hands, her fingers wrapping tightly.
"Okay." She whispered, her voice trembling with anticipation as she moved one hand to the top, placing it above the other.
"One." She counted, her eyes wide with disbelief. She moved the bottom hand up, stacking it again.
"Two." She said, her voice rising with awe, unable to believe his length was still going. She repeated the motion, her fingers trembling as she counted.
"Three…four…five!" Her eyes flicked to the tip, still protruding beyond her fifth hand, the bulbous head glistening, a testament to his impossible size.
She then turned to him, her gaze shimmering with a wild, incredulous joy, her voice a breathless whisper.
"Kafi, it's…it's five hands!" She said, her tone giddy, like a paleontologist unearthing a rare fossil. "Five of my hands, and there's still more! I mean, my hands are small, delicate, not like a man's, but still, five fists, and your cock's bigger than that! I'd probably need another hand to cover it all. It's just…so long, so huge!" Her fingers squeezed the base, testing its durability, her body buzzing with a feverish excitement, her shame forgotten in the thrill of discovery.
Kafka's smile widened as he caught the feverish excitement in Olivia's eyes, her fingers squeezing the base of his massive cock with a bold, curious fervor that made his shaft throb harder in her grip.
"Damn, Mom, why are you so excited, huh?" He asked, his tone thick with amusement as he slid one finger into her navel, massaging the soft flesh inside with a sensual motion that made her squirm. "Is my cock really something to get all worked up over like this? You're acting like you just found buried treasure or something."
His finger swirled gently, feeling the tender warmth of her belly, and Olivia barely noticed, her body too consumed by the electric thrill of her discovery to mind his intimate touch.
Olivia's eyes sparkled with a bright, unfiltered enthusiasm, her cheeks flushed as she met his gaze, her voice bursting with a giddy conviction.
"Kafi, you wouldn't get it." She said, her tone almost scolding, yet softened by her excitement. "You're a man, you feel what it's like to have this…this incredible penis, but you can't understand how amazing it is from a woman's perspective."
"As a girl, as someone who dreams of a partner with something like this, I know how rare it is, how perfect…Every woman out there, every single one, would kill to have a man with a cock this long, this thick, to…to satisfy her completely." Her fingers stroked his shaft, her touch reverent, her body humming with a bold, unapologetic desire.
Kafka's grin turned sly, his eyes glinting with mischief as he leaned closer, his finger still playing with her navel, his voice dropping to a provocative growl. "Satisfy, huh? What you mean by that, my curious girlfriend? Satisfy themselves how, exactly?"
Olivia's cheeks flamed, her breath hitching as she realized how her words had betrayed her. She poked his chest playfully, her voice coy and flustered.
"Oh, Kafi, don't be like that, you know what I'm talking about!" She said, her eyes darting away, her fingers slowing on his cock as she tried to deflect. But his expectant gaze pulled her back, and she sighed, her voice softening into a shy, reluctant whisper. "I mean…when they're in bed together, making love…A cock this big, going in and out, filling her completely, it'd make any woman so happy, so…pleased. They'd feel things no one else could, and they'd love it."
Hearing this, Kafka chuckled, his face inching closer until their noses brushed, a tender, lovable snuggle that made her heart skip. His eyes bore into hers, his voice a low, intimate murmur that sent a shiver through her pussy.
"And what about you, Mom?" He asked, his tone thick with desire, his nose nudging hers affectionately. "Would my beautiful girlfriend be happy with a long, meaty cock like this deep inside her? Excavating those tight, secret parts of her pussy, touching places no one else ever could?"
"…Would you love that, feeling me stretch you, fill you up?" His words were filthy, seductive, pulling her deeper into their taboo role play, her body trembling with a fierce, shameful arousal.
"Well, as…as your girlfriend, Kafi." She whispered, her voice trembling with a bold, flustered honesty. "I'd be happy. So happy, knowing I was feeling something no other woman could, with a cock this big, from a handsome boyfriend like you." Her hand slid to his cheek, stroking his handsome face, her eyes shimmering with a dreamy affection, lost in the fantasy.
But then, as if snapping back to reality, she glanced down at his cock, her voice rising with a sudden, nervous protest. "But it's…it's too big, Kafi! Way too big! A woman's vagina isn't even deep enough to fit all this, it wouldn't work!" Her observation was genuine, her brow furrowing with awe and concern, her fingers pausing on his shaft.
"Oh, Mom, it's not just for the vagina like any other cock." He said, his voice a low, filthy growl, his fingers swirling inside her belly, sending shivers through her. "This cock's a baby making machine. Other guys, with their little dicks, they leave their load in some shallow spot, and their seed's gotta swim all the way to the womb, hoping it makes it."
"But me? With a cock this long, I don't wait at the entrance…I go straight to the breeding room, jam this shaft all the way in, right where the baby grows."
"…My seed doesn't swim, it gets delivered, direct deposit, stuffing that womb full, making sure she's pregnant before I'm even done."
Olivia gasped, her eyes widening with astonishment, her voice a breathless whisper.
"All the way…all the way deep inside?" She asked, her body flushing with a wild, primal excitement, her pussy growing wetter at the thought of his cock reaching so deep, like a spear piercing her pussy.
Kafka nodded, his fingers pushing deeper into her navel, his voice a low, commanding murmur.
"Feel this, Mom." He said, his touch probing her belly, making her nod as she felt his fingers play inside. "This is where my cock goes, all the way in, touching your baby room, filling it with my seed. That's why it's so long, designed to breed, to make sure you're stuffed full."
His eyes burned with a possessive desire, his words stoking a fire in her pussy. He then leaned closer, his lips grazing her ear, his voice a sultry, taunting whisper.
"You'd like that, wouldn't you, my girlfriend?" He murmured, his tone dripping with seduction. "You'd love this cock going all the way inside you, touching the tip of your baby making room, stuffing you full of my cum, making you mine in every way."
"…You want that, don't you? Tell me, Mom, you craving that deep, meaty stretch?"
Olivia's breath hitched, her cheeks flaming as his relentless teasing pushed her to the edge, her body buzzing with a fierce, shameful arousal.
"Y-Yes, Kafi." She admitted, her voice a flustered, trembling whisper, her eyes shimmering with a bold, reluctant honesty. "As your girlfriend, I'd…I'd like it. I'd love your cock deep inside me, filling me like that, making me feel so…complete."
Her confession spilled out, her fingers stroking his shaft with a renewed, desperate need, her pussy throbbing with a forbidden desire she could no longer deny.
Abigaille, still grinding on Kafka's thigh, her pussy leaving a slick, glistening trail like a whetstone sharpening her arousal, watched the scene with awe and dismay.
Her best friend, Olivia, who just moments ago had proclaimed her intent to steer Kafka toward a proper mother-son relationship, was now blushing and coy, admitting she craved his cock deep inside her.
Abigaille's lips parted, a protest forming, but she bit it back, knowing Kafka's stern gaze would silence her.
She mumbled under her breath, her voice a soft, bitter whisper, "Hypocrite…acting all righteous, and now she's begging for his cock while I'm stuck humping his leg." Her hips moved faster, her orgasm building, her body trembling with a frustrated, envious need as she watched Olivia surrender to the same desires she'd once condemned…