YM778.TV Chapter 259: Cat Fight
"Hmph!
Who\'s your father?!...You\'re only calling Kafka that because he forced you to and have no relations to him otherwise, other than through me!" Camila got angry that her daughter was trying to so blatantly try to make her move on Kafka and make him her own, and she pulled him away from Bella and pushed his face into her chest as she gave him a hug, like she was telling her that he was hers first and she had a priority over him.
Hug!~
"Huh?!...W-Who said I\'m calling him that because he made me do it?" Bella was caught off guard by her mother calling her out so abruptly and making her drop the act she was putting on, which she was actually getting into and starting to sink into the role as his daughter.
She then continued saying, as her face slowly turned red, so that she wouldn\'t let her mother win, "...Unlike what you think, I\'m actually calling him D-Daddy because I like it when I do so and it makes me feel comfortable when I do, and not for any other reason like you say!"
Hug!~
Bella also hugged Kafka\'s face and pulled him into her embrace to show her dominance over her mother, while blushing at the fact that she actually did like it when she addressed him as her father, as it just felt right and she wouldn\'t really mind continuing to call him that if she were being honest, which made her wonder just when she had become such a bizzare woman who had such weird interests when she was quite normal before.
Both Camila and Kafka were currently hugging Kafka at the same time, while Camila had a rather sharp look in her eyes as she gazed at her daughter with a menacing aura, like she was telling her to back off and wait for her turn.
While Bella herself wasn\'t as confident as her mother since she knew that Kafka wasn\'t hers in the first place and was actually scared of her mother\'s icy gaze, which suited her ice-like blue eyes, she only used to see when she did something really bad as a child, which brought back childhood trauma from the past.
But surprising enough, she didn\'t back off and held onto Kafka tightly, not because she especially wanted him or anything, as her feelings for Kafka hadn\'t reached the same level as Camila\'s yet, but because she didn\'t want to lose to her mother at the moment, as she also had some pride within herself that made her not want to give up in the face of a threat, which she inherited from her dignified mother, who always stood her ground no matter the situation.
Kafka himself, the instigator of the fight between mother and daughter and also the prize they got when whoever won was also watching all this while being sandwiched in between their abundant chests, since they were hugging his head as hard as they could and pushing his face into their meaty knockers until both sides of his face were submerged in their bodies warmth.
Squish~ Submerge~ Squish~
One side of his face felt more cushiony and more mushy than the other, like it was a papaya that was starting to go bad and felt all squishy whenever you touched it, while one side felt like a freshly baked meat bun that was quite elastic and pushed back when his face was shoved inside, and it was quite obvious who\'s knockers belonged to who.
And as much as he wanted to be drowned in all four of their individual breasts that were all the same colour, including their pink nipples that even almost poked his eye multiple times, he also knew that he had to stop the mother-daughter pair or else they would start a cat fight right in front of him when they had just started to make up with one another.
"Okay, now, break it up, you two..." Kafka said he wriggled his way out of their fluffy pillows and lied back onto the sofa.
And before Camila and Bella could hug him again after seeing that their prize had escaped, he threw his hands around their slender necks that felt as smooth and fragile as porcelain and pulled them into his embrace, while his hand rested over their shoulders and rested on their breasts.
This painted a rather peculiar picture and made him look like a king on his throne, while he had high both his naked queens who were there to please him as they nestled in his arms.
Camila and Bella blushed when they saw each other lying on his strong chest, which made them look like cheap women whom he bought off the streets to give him a night of double pleasure. But they still had a competitive look in their eyes, like they were going to go back to kissing him, even if it was only on his neck or chest, so that they didn\'t lose out to one another.
"And since both of you are fighting so much to lay your lips on me, I\'ve decided that I\'ve had enough kisses from the two of you for the day...Especially since my face feels like it\'s been licked by a bunch of puppies who thought of me as a treat after being smothered by you two."
Kafka said as he wiped the wet kiss marks on his face, which made both of them look away in a fluster at what they had done. They also gave a sigh of relief that they didn\'t wear any lipstick today, or else they were sure that his handsome face would be entirely covered in red and pink now.
"Camila, I said no kissing, didn\'t I? Don\'t you understand?...Grope!~"
Kakfa said in a solemn manner as he violently groped Camila\'s milkers in his hand until his fingers sunk all the way into her flesh when he saw her trying to sneakily kiss his hands to show off to her daughter, who was watching, while Bella immediately lost all the thoughts of doing the same in retaliation after seeing how he was tormenting her mother\'s breasts like they were balls of dough.
And she confirmed that as nice as Kakfa, he really wasn\'t to be messed with at certain times unless she wanted her breasts to molested so aggressively as well, which also strangely piqued her interest as to how it feels in her mother\'s position right, clearly showing how she was sinking into the realms of debauchery after meeting Kafka, the Incarnation of Lust...