"Okay, Mom, but now I'm really curious." Kafka leaned forward, eyes sparkling with mischief, voice dripping with curiosity. "Like, seriously curious."
Olivia's posture stiffened, her voice wary as she caught the glint in his eyes, a lustful edge she'd come to recognize. "Curious about what, Kafi?" She asked, body tensing, heart racing as she braced for his next words, knowing they'd likely veer into dangerous territory.
His grin turned sly, voice low and teasing, eyes locked on hers with a bold confidence.
"I wanna see you in that underwear, Mom." He said just like she has predicted, hands gesturing toward her body. "I wanna see just how tight it is, how it's straining against you, like you said."
"...Gotta check if it's really as bad as you're making it sound." His tone was playful but firm, gaze unwavering, making her stomach flutter with nervous anticipation.
