God of Milfs: The Gods Request Me To Make a Milf Harem - Chapter 106

Chapter 106: Let Daddy Shave It For You
“Wait, Abi…Don’t misunderstand, I wasn’t laughing because-”

Thud~ Thud~

I put out my hand to clear up the misunderstanding before she thought I was laughing at her insecurity. But before I could, I felt the top of my head getting pummeled by a pair of soft fists and saw my mother hitting me while tearing up from her eyes.

“How could you, Daddy?! How could you?!” She wailed as she threw her fists on me, which I could barely feel and honestly felt like a pleasant massage on my head. “How could you laugh when you promised me that you wouldn’t earlier?!”

“Do you know just how conscious I was of being so hairy down there and never showed it to anyone so that they didn’t think it was weird?!” She told me her concerns, which actually made me want to laugh once more, which took me so much effort to control. “And here you are smirking at it the moment I show it to you, when I thought that if there was anyone in the world who wouldn’t judge me for it, it would be you!”

“Bad, Daddy! Bad! Abi is never going to talk to you again, even if you apologise for breaking my trust!” She folded her hands and harumphed, and scolded me like a puppy that did something bad.

“Fine. If you don’t want to talk to me, then I’ll not talk with you either.” I said out of her expectation, and got up like I was going to eat my dinner somewhere else.

“No, Daddy!~…This is where you’re supposed to apologise to me and say some nice things about me to make me forgive you for what you did! You’re not supposed to walk off just like that!~” My mother said in an exasperated tone, not expecting me to act this way, and pushed me back into my seat so that I didn’t run away.

“But I thought that you said that you didn’t want to talk to me anymore?” I sat back on my chair and watched my mother’s fleshy flaps push into one another like colliding waves when she moved around.

“I just said that on a whim, Daddy~ There’s no way I can resist talking to you, since that’s basically the same as torturing myself.” She said as she stroked my thighs to soothe me down, when I was the one who was supposed to be consoling her.

“But that’s still really mean of you, Daddy, to actually laugh at me when I told you not to.” She brought back her previous tantrum while making sure that I didn’t run away again. “I was really hurt by that, you know.”

“Of course I understand, Abi; I know that I should’ve never laughed in that situation.” I held her hands while looking into her eyes, while her bare pussy that was soaking wet was right in front of me. “But you really can’t blame me for laughing when you made such a big joke, that would cause an entire crowd to go on their knees for laughing too hard.”

“What joke? I don’t remember saying any joke?” My mother narrowed her eyes and intertwined her fingers into mine, showing that she wasn’t really angry with me.

“You don’t?” I scoffed. “Then what was it when you told me that you were quite hairy down there? If that’s not a joke, I don’t know what is.”

“Eh?…T-Then do you mean that I’m not actually as hairy as I think I am?” She said in a surprised manner, as if she had thought that she had quite the bush down there her whole life.

“B-But don’t men usually never like it when a woman is well developed in that region?”

“Who said that absurd statement?” I said with my eyes raised and wondered which bastard it was that was sending wrong information to my innocent and ever so ignorant mother.

“Some friends of mine who are already married told me that their husbands hated it when they had anything down there and even had fights in their household because of that.” She broke character without realising it, which I casually ignored.

“Well, like I said before, Abi, those husbands probably leased their dicks to someone else since they aren’t even considered men if they’re too scared to put their tongues through the wheat fields and pull out a few roots along the way.” I said with clear disdain in my eyes and wondered if I should pay my mother’s friends a ‘visit’ to cheer them up.

“Then, does that mean that you really don’t mind the b-bush I have down there, Daddy?” She asked timidly while pulling up her sweater up so that I could have a clear look at her wet pussy and judge if I really liked it or not.

“First of all, Abi, even if you had an overgrown forest down there, I really wouldn’t have minded it and would actually have fun exploring your dense overbush to see what’s inside of it.” I said as I ran my fingers through her small patch of hair, which actually felt as soft as a bunny’s fur and made me want to rub my entire face against it.

My mother saw me wriggling my hands through her pubic hair and felt the sensation of having the fatty layer below stroked, but she didn’t do anything to stop me and just watched as I played around with her bush with a flustered look on her face.

“And second of all, and most importantly, whatever you have on top of your vagina can barely be called a bush and is only the bare minimum to be called pubic hair.” I lightly tugged on her soft hair after twisting my fingers around it, which made my mother whimper and clench her fists tightly.

“In fact, with the way your bush is so neat and tidy with how every strand falls upwards and how it’s all gathered in one single patch that makes it look like an inverted heart, I wouldn’t even dare to call it pubic hair and would prefer to call it art with how graceful and elegant it looks.”

My mother’s ears turned red at the weird compliment, and she looked down to see the sparse amount of hair on her and looked like she was wondering if it was as impressive as I told her.

“Did you trim yourself down there by yourself, Abi?” I asked as I rolled her hair on my fingers and made her naturally straight hair into a perm.

“Y-Yes, Daddy, I usually use a shaver to trim myself down there every once in a while.” I could feel her body’s temperature increase, as she divulged her private routine.

“Well, next time you feel like your undergrowth needs a little shortening, make sure you call Daddy, since it isn’t safe for girls like you to be using sharp tools against such a sensitive area.” I advised, which made my mother look at me with doubt, knowing that I had other intentions in mind. “I’ll give you a shave that you will never forget…”

My mother seemed intrigued by my proposition but then looked down and saw that she didn’t really need a trim at the moment, which made me postpone my shaving session with my mother to another day.