A Mother's Love

Abigaille laughed softly, a warm, reassuring sound, her ass shifting slightly, making her cheeks jiggle against Kafka's face, his muffled hum growing louder.

"Oh, Liv, I had the same worry at first." She said, her tone light, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "I thought, 'My goodness, I'm gonna smother him, kill him with this thing!'...But somehow, he's always fine—more than fine even."

"I can feel his breath, you know, right...inside my ass. He's breathing, enjoying every second...He's probably in heaven right now, loving how soft and warm it is."

She paused, her smile turning coy, a flicker of pride in her eyes.

"He's tougher than he looks, our Kafi and this is his happy place, believe it or not."

Olivia's eyes widened, a wave of relief washing over her, quickly followed by a fresh surge of disbelief.