God of Milfs: The Gods Request Me To Make a Milf Harem - Chapter 172

Chapter 172: I Also Want To Have A Taste
Boing~ Boing~

Even though her breasts were contained in her bra, they still bounced like they were made out of jelly when they fell out of her clothes. Not to mention how my mom even bent down because of the impact force of her breasts falling down, which was enough to say how heavy her pair were.

They also looked absolutely bewitching with how her smooth coffee brown skin curved to form such lewd and elagant-looking globular objects on her chest that were covered up by her white bra, which had butterfly patterns all over it.

But no matter how pretty her bra looked, I still couldn’t stand the sight of it since it was blocking me from seeing her two tiny hidden treasures that were underneath, so I tried removing her bra from the back.

“Wait!” My mother suddenly caught my hand and looked at me with a confounded look on her face. “Y-You’re also going to take off my bra?”

I nodded my head.

“But that would mean you’d be seeing your mother’s bare breasts with nothing to hide them…” She asked, as if she were asking me if I was ready to see such a taboo sight so early into our relationship.

“Of course, mom, I’m removing your bra just so that I can see that glorious sight.” I said as I went past her hand towards the latch on her back. “And how else do you think I’m going to suck on your nipples if you’re covering them with your bra…You don’t actually expect me to actually bite them through a layer of fabric, right?”

“B-But nipples are only meant to be sucked on by babies, Kafi.” My mother caught her bra that slid down her chest and used it to cover up the most important places of her chest with a flushed face, while the rest of her fatty chest was revealed to me. “And I don’t see you crawling on the ground or wearing diapers like you did in the past, so why do you want to suck on Mommy’s nipples now?”

“It’s because I never got a chance to suck on them in the past because of our relationship.” I said in the sense that I didn’t even exist in the past of this world and also because I was pretty sure that my mother hadn’t breastfed my version in this world since she was never pregnant with him and probably picked him up from somewhere else, since there was a very small chance of a woman who gave birth to be virgin.

“And I also want to make sure that I make up for that time in the past and get all the nutrients from your milk that I didn’t receive as a child, so that I don’t get a deficiency in the future.”

“B-But Mommy doesn’t even have any milk in her breasts for you to drink.” My mother said as she felt her bra get tugged on and tried her best to keep it on her since she wasn’t just ready for her son to see her milkers.

“Oh, you don’t have to worry about that, as I’ll make sure that these fat jugs of yours start producing the thickest milk that the female body can produce after I’m thoroughly done with you…”

I said with my lips curled up as I forcefully pulled out my mother’s bra, revealing her purple nipples that were so hard right now and almost looked like grapes that were hanging in a vineyard.

Pull!~

I also stared in a daze at her round aveola that was larger than Camila’s and also a very different colour; one being pink as bubble gum and the other being a vibrant purple as if she squeezed the juice out of a lavender flower and dyed her nipples in the same colour to make her brown skin stand out even more.

But sadly, that beautiful sight didn’t last long, as my mother quickly covered her chest while looking up at me with teary eyes, wondering if I saw just how hard her nipples were right now, like they could cut through stone with a slash.

“B-But Kafi, even if I started producing all that milk, it would still all be for our c-child…” She said in a fluster, imagining what our child would look like, which also made her eyes glow like she couldn’t wait for the day to happen and raise a baby with her son. “…So, don’t you think that you’re being a little too greedy when you want all that milk just for you instead of sharing it with your daughter?”

“That’s exactly why you have two breasts, mom.” I said as I bent down, and to her surprise, I slid my hands under her arms, lifted her up like a child, and put her right on my lap, where her beautiful face was right before mine.

“One for me, your son and the father of our future child…” I pulled out her hand, covering her chest, revealing one of her breasts in their most naked form.

“And the other for our daughter, who I pray to God will look just like you, because my life will feel complete if I can see two Abigaille’s running around and playing in our back yard; one little one that will call me Daddy wherever she goes and another big one that calls me Daddy only when she’s in bed with me.” I pulled on her other hand, revealing her remaining breast that looked just as round as the other one, which made a perfect pair together.

“And don’t even say that our daughter might not have enough milk to drink when you’ve got jugs these big, mom.” I said as I slid my hand under her breast, like I was checking how heavy they were, which made het bite her own lips and look at her naked breasts that were being played around with by her own son. “These fat tits you have can hold more then enough to feed our daughter for the rest of her life, so I’m pretty sure that she wouldn’t mind sharing her food with her father.”

Slurp~

“T-Then, what about me?” My mother trembled as she felt me hold her breasts up near my mouth and plunge the pointy tip into my mouth, where she felt my cold tongue lick her solid nipples that felt and tasted like sweet, hard candy. “If you father and daughter have all of the milk all to yourselves, then what am I, the one producing the milk, going to drink?”

Slurp~ Slurp~

“Oh, you also want to have a taste of your milk?…” I asked in surprise as I stopped licking my mother’s nipple that felt so smooth on my tongue and found my mother looking at me in a loving manner, like she was also starting to get excited with the way things were going.

“…Then there’s no problem at all since I’m willing to share my single breast with you, as I don’t want my daughter to grow up and complain that she didn’t get enough milk just like I did if I gave you her share.”