God of Milfs: The Gods Request Me To Make a Milf Harem-Chapter 711: Silent Treatment

Chapter 711: Silent Treatment

Kafka clicked his seatbelt into place, leaning back with a grin that stretched from ear to ear, his voice brimming with excitement.

“Let’s go Mom!” He said with a laugh, his eyes gleaming as he gave the dashboard an eager glance. “Let’s hear this baby roar. I bet it sounds like heaven. Fire it up already, I wanna feel it in my bones!”

His hands tapped impatiently on his knees, his whole body practically humming with anticipation to experience the power under the hood.

Olivia’s lips curved into a soft smile, her fingers tightening gently on the wheel as her heart fluttered at his enthusiasm.

“You’re about to understand why I fell head over heels for this car, Kafi.”

She murmured, her voice low but sparkling with delight and with a smooth turn of the key, the engine came alive with a throaty, powerful growl that reverberated through the cabin like a living, breathing beast.

The low, rolling rumble sent vibrations up through their seats, thrumming in their chests like the bassline of a song they’d been waiting to hear.

And the moment they heard that putt, both of them shared a quick glance, their smiles spreading unconsciously, and in that quiet moment, their mutual excitement felt almost electric.

“Whoa…” Kafka’s voice trailed into an awed whisper before erupting into an exhilarated laugh as he leaned forward, body thrumming with anticipation. “Holy crap, Mom, it’s insane. You haven’t even moved yet, and I already feel like we’re about to rocket off into orbit. This thing’s a straight-up monster.”

His eyes flicked to the console, gleaming with admiration and giddy nerves, before sliding sidelong to Olivia with a wicked smirk.

“And you know what else? This car’s got so much kick, it’s even making your breasts jiggle!…You realize if we stop for directions, whoever’s on the street’s gonna be way too distracted to help us, right?”

He chuckled, voice dripping with teasing mischief as his gaze locked onto her chest, where her full heavy breasts bounced enticingly with each subtle vibration of the car, straining against the tight fabric of her borrowed shirt, the lush curves swaying in a hypnotic rhythm that sent a pulse of desire through him.

Olivia’s face flushed a deep crimson, hand darting to press against her chest in a futile attempt to still the provocative jiggle, her body tensing as she let out an embarrassed squeak.

“Kafi!” She yelped, cheeks burning with a fiery blush while swatting his arm lightly, fingers trembling with indignation and shyness. “Don’t say things like that! I told you, it’s not me—it’s this car! I even tried wearing a sports bra once to stop it, but it’s no use, the engine’s just too powerful! So quit staring and quit making it weird.”

Her voice wavered between indignation and coy vulnerability as she pressed her arm tighter against her voluptuous breasts, the snug shirt clinging to every curve, accentuating the way her ample mounds quivered with each thrum of the engine, their soft weight shifting sensually.

Kafka snickered, his voice lowering to a playful hum as he reached over to gently tousle her hair, his grin widening as he leaned closer.

“Relax, Mom, I’m not complaining.” He teased, his tone half-earnest and half-mischievous. “Honestly? With how cute you look in that dress, bouncing around in a car this sexy…it’s kinda the perfect combo.”

“…I could sit here all day watching you before we even hit the road.” His words came out smooth and playful, but beneath the humor, his eyes softened with genuine warmth as he admired her flustered expression.

Olivia groaned softly, ducking her head as her fingers tightened around the wheel, her voice shy and a little breathless.

“God, Kafi, you really are too much.” She muttered, trying to regain her composure. “You always find some way to make me blush, don’t you? Can you just focus on the car for once and not…me?”

Her tone wavered between exasperation and fondness, her heart quietly fluttering at the way he could so easily disarm her.

“Oh, don’t worry, I am focused on the car, Mom.” He said, grin widening with cheeky confidence. “But I think I figured out the real reason you’re so obsessed with this thing.”

“With all those vibrations rumbling through the seat, it’s probably shaking you up down there too, huh?…Bet that’s why you secretly love driving it so much.”

His words dripped with provocative mischief as his teasing gaze locked onto her lap, imagining the car’s relentless pulsations teasing her pussy, leaving her wet and aching with each drive.

“Kafi! That’s not it!” Olivia blurted, voice high and flustered while gripping the steering wheel tighter, fingers trembling with indignation. “Don’t say vulgar things like that, oh my god! You think I’d buy a whole car just for…for that? Stop putting weird ideas in your head—it’s the engineering, the craftsmanship, not…”

She trailed off with a mortified groan, cheeks burning as a shameful truth flickered in her mind—sometimes the car’s vibrations did feel sinfully good, the relentless thrum against her sensitive folds sparking a warm wet heat that left her thighs clenching, a forbidden arousal she couldn’t deny, now amplified by Kafka’s teasing words that sent a pulse of embarrassed desire coursing through her body.

He laughed softly, leaning back in his seat with a smug grin as his hand came up to rest on her shoulder. “Alright, alright, I’m just messing with you.” He said, his tone lighter now as he flashed her a warm smile. “Seriously, though, you’ve got great taste, Mom. This car’s insane, and I can’t wait to see what it’s like on the road. So how about we stop talking and start driving, yeah?”

Olivia exhaled shakily, her lips quirking into a shy smile as her shoulders relaxed.

“Okay…you’re right.” She murmured, her voice soft but tinged with anticipation. “Let’s hit the road and show you what this machine of modern ingenuity can really do.”

And as she watched Kafka settle comfortably into the seat beside her, the faintest grin playing on his lips, a surge of joy bubbled up inside her. She couldn’t help it, her chest felt warm, her heart thudding wildly as giddiness washed over her.

This was it. She was finally about to go for a ride with her son in the car she adored, something she’d longed for ever since she’d bought it. And now that the moment had come, she felt happier and more alive than she had in years.

But just as Olivia’s fingers brushed the gearshift, ready to ease the car out of park, her phone vibrated sharply against the console, the sound breaking through the low hum of the engine.

She froze mid-motion, her brows furrowing as her hand instinctively reached for it.

“Ah…wait, Kafi.” Olivia murmured, her excitement faltering as she picked up the device. “It’s a message from Abi. Let me just check—”

Kafka leaned back, still grinning, his tone casual though there was a flicker of curiosity in his voice. “She’s probably asking if we’re bringing her back breakfast…or maybe scolding you for stealing her keys.” He teased lightly.

But Olivia’s face fell as her eyes skimmed the message. Her thumb hovered over the screen, her hopeful expression dimming like a light switch being flicked off.

“Oh no…” She whispered softly, her shoulders sinking as disappointment settled in.

Kafka straightened, concern etching into his features as he leaned toward her. “What is it? What’s wrong, Mom?” He asked gently, his hand brushing her arm.

Olivia turned the phone toward him hesitantly, her voice quiet, almost apologetic. “It’s Abi…she says we can’t take my car. She must’ve guessed that we would go out today and knrw we’d use my car for the trip.” Her thumb scrolled down to reveal a series of angry emojis: red-faced frowns, fists, and even a little exclamation triangle. “She says she’ll be furious if we take it out.”

Kafka squinted at the terse message, a gentle murmur leaving his lips as he leaned closer, his brow furrowing with a shared concern.

“Wow, Mom’s really laying down the law, huh?” he said, his tone softening, aiming to soothe her palpable disappointment. “But it’s alright, Mom, no need to make a big fuss over it. We can just sneak out without her knowing, it’ll be our little secret. No need to tell her, and we’ll be fine. What do you say?”

His words were reassuring, a warm, confident smile spreading across his face as he gently patted her arm, his heart determined to lift her spirits, to salvage their day.

But Olivia’s eyes widened in timid protest, a sad gaze meeting his as her fingers twisted the phone nervously.

“Kafi, we can’t do that.” She murmured, her heart sinking further, burdened by guilt. “My relationship with Abi is built on trust, we can’t just lie to her over something like this.”

“She doesn’t like this car because she thinks it’s dangerous, and she’s only saying this because she’s worried about us…I don’t want to betray that, you know? It wouldn’t feel right.”

Her words were soft, filled with a quiet conviction, her eyes dropping to the steering wheel as disappointment weighed heavily on her, her heart yearning for the ride she couldn’t have.

Kafka also sighed, a gentle sound of concession, as he nodded slowly, his hand resting comfortingly on her shoulder.

“Yeah, you’re right, Mom.” He conceded, his tone sympathetic, accepting the undeniable truth. “I was super excited to take this beast out, but if Mom’s that set against it, we don’t have a choice today. It sucks, but we’ll respect her wishes.”

Olivia’s lips curled into a faint, sad smile as her eyes flicked toward him. “I know, Kafi…I’m sorry. I wanted it too. So much.”

“Hey. Don’t say sorry.” He looked at her for a moment before leaning over, ruffling her hair with a softer grin. “You didn’t ruin anything. This isn’t the end. Today’s just a rain check, alright? I’ll talk to Mom. Tomorrow, or the day after—I’ll convince her. Then we’re taking this car out for the ride of our lives…Deal?”

Olivia’s head tilted, her voice a quiet murmur as she looked at him with surprise.

“Convince Abi? How are you gonna do that, Kafi?” She asked, her heart flickering with doubt. “She’s all sweet and cheerful, sure, but when it comes to stuff like this, she’s so strict.”

“…She sees this car as some kind of death machine, she’d never let you ride in it, no way. What’s your plan?” Her words were careful, her fingers fidgeting with the phone as her usual timidity resurfaced, her heart heavy with skepticism.

Kafka’s grin widened, his voice a playful hum as he stroked her cheek gently, his eyes glinting with confidence.

“Don’t worry about it, Mom.” He teased, his tone brimming with assurance. “Mom’s strict, yeah, but I’ve got my ways. She’s put her foot down on plenty of things before, but I know how to get through to her.”

His smile turned mischievous as he tugged her cheek lightly, his voice dropping to a cheeky whisper.

“The trick is, at night, you just gotta give it to her hard, be relentless, you know?…Pound her with charm until she can’t say no.” His words were bold, his heart racing with playful bravado, his hand resting on her cheek.

“Kafi! What are you even saying?” Olivia’s cheeks flared, her voice a flustered squeak as she swatted his hand away, her heart pounding with embarrassment. “You can’t just…talk about Abi like that! That’s so inappropriate, oh my gosh!”

Her words were sharp but shaky, her body heating with mortification as she processed his suggestive comment

Kafka chuckled, his voice a dark hum as he leaned back, his eyes glinting with a cunning edge while he stroked the back of her neck.

“Oh, come on, Mom, I’m just messing with you.” He teased, his tone shifting to a more serious note. “But seriously, I’ve got another trick. I’ll just give her the silent treatment for a couple of days—no special attention, no chats, nothing.”

…She’ll come crawling back, begging to know what’s wrong, and then? She’ll agree to anything, even letting us take this car out. She can’t handle being ignored, trust me.”

His words were calculated, his heart buzzing with confidence, his fingers lingering on her neck as a dark glint flickered in his eyes.

Olivia gasped, her voice a stunned whisper as realization hit, her heart racing with unease while her eyes widened.

She didn’t voice it, but the thought struck her hard, her son held so much sway over their household, over Abi, and maybe even over her.

His ability to bend Abi’s will with charm or manipulation made her see him in a new light, a quiet acknowledgment that he was the one steering their family dynamic, not her or Abi. Her heart thudded with awe and unease, her mind reeling at his subtle power.

“Kafi…you’re serious, aren’t you?” She whispered, her voice soft but edged with a strange awe.

He leaned back with a smug chuckle, his fingers drumming lightly on the dashboard. “Dead serious. You trust me, right?”

“I…do.” She murmured, though her fingers fiddled nervously with her phone. “But Kafi…you’re kind of scary when you talk like that. Everyone says I’m the intimidating one, but honestly? You’re on a whole different level.”

Just as she said that a new, practical doubt flickered in her mind, her voice hesitant as she glanced at him, her heart heavy with the sudden shift in plans.

“But, Kafi, how are we getting to town now?” she asked, her eyes searching his face for a solution. “Without a car, I mean. I don’t want to walk all the way, it’s a bit far, and I’m not exactly dressed for a hike in this dress.”

Her words were timid, her fingers smoothing the fabric of her tight sundress nervously, her heart sinking slightly at the thought of their plans faltering completely.

Kafka grinned, a casual, almost smug expression on his face as he hopped out of the car, his eyes glinting with renewed excitement.

“No big deal, Mom.” He quipped, his tone brimming with confident nonchalance. “I’ve got my own ride, actually—bought it a while back when I started hanging out in town. Wanna check it out?”

His words were eager, a new plan already forming, his heart light as he gestured toward a shrouded corner of the garage, his steps quick with anticipation.

“You have your own vehicle?” Olivia’s eyes widened in surprise, her voice a quiet, delighted chirp as she unbuckled her seatbelt, her heart lifting with a sudden surge of curiosity. “Since when? Is it a car, a bike, a…scooter or something? Why didn’t you tell me, Kafi?”

Her words spilled out with timid excitement, a string of unanswered questions, her heart racing as she closed the car door, her steps eager, like a curious puppy chasing a new, exciting scent.

“You’ll just have to find out, Mom.” Kafka chuckled, a playful hum in his voice as he bent down near the corner of the garage, his hands gripping the edge of a large, dust-stained cover. “Come on, get over here and see for yourself.”

His tone was light, teasing, his heart warmed by her unbridled enthusiasm as he yanked the cover off with a flourish, revealing not a car, or even a bike, but a beautifully preserved, vintage yellow scooter.

Its sleek lines and retro charm seemed to glow under the soft garage lights, looking both undeniably cute and surprisingly elegant and seeing this Olivia’s jaw dropped, a delighted gasp escaping her lips as she clapped her hands together, her heart soaring with quiet, childlike excitement.

“Oh, Kafi, it’s adorable!” She exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with genuine delight as she took a quick step closer to the scooter, drawn by its charm. “A vintage scooter? It’s so…you! When did you get this? It’s perfect—cute but classy, like something from an old movie. Are we really riding this to town?”

Her words were soft, but filled with thrilled anticipation, her fingers almost instinctively reaching out to brush the cool metal of the scooter’s handlebars gently.

The thought of zipping through town on this charming machine, feeling the breeze and the hum of the engine, brought a fresh wave of excitement, entirely different from the car’s raw power but just as appealing…

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