God of Milfs: The Gods Request Me To Make a Milf Harem - Chapter 29

Chapter 29: …Daddy?
“As for the reason I pulled your pants down, it’s because of this.” I pointed at two purple lines on the sides of each buttcheek that obviously didn’t belong there, and looked like they were formed after something sharp applied pressure there for a while, and left a deep mark on her skin.

“You’ve been sitting on that tiny chair that doesn’t fit for so long, that the edges of the seat are starting to leave marks on your butt.” I traced the line on her butt with my finger, which made her bite her lips like it hurt when I did so.

“Since you’re reacting to when I touch those lines, then you’re very close to having these lines on your butt permanently and scarring your skin.” I said, which frightened my mother.

“Is that true, Kafi?! Is it really going to scar?!” My mother looked back and asked frantically, as no woman would like to have any scars on their body, even if it was in a place where no one could really see.

“I said it would’ve, not that it will.” I admired how both the lines were exactly parallel to each other and looked like a tattoo. “As long as you stop using these narrow chairs with no cushions on them, then you should be fine, mom.”

“That’s a relief.” She sighed, and then seemed to have thought of something and said “But shouldn’t I also start doing those glute exercises to make my ass more compact, so that I won’t face such a problem in the future?”

“No!” I shouted with all my heart. “Anything but that!”

“Ahh~” My mom let out a seductive moan, when she suddenly felt her ass get groped by my hands out of agitation, when I heard she wanted to reduce her ass’s bountiful weight.

“Please don’t, mom! As your son, I beg of you to not ruin something that’s already beyond perfect and is reaching a new realm of transcendence!” I acted as if she were trying to destroy something that would bring humanity to a new age.

“Okay, okay, I won’t~ So, please stop groping my butt so roughly, Kafi! I’m sensitive there.” My mother exclaimed, and shook her butt like she was trying to shake my hands off her, but it only made her jiggle her cheeks while my hands were still grappled on to her meat.

“And why do you even care about your mother’s butt so much, Kafi? What’s it for you if my behind grows or shrinks?” My mother looked back and glared at me, but it didn’t look like she was seriously asking and was playfully berating me.

“Of course I mind! If your ass gets smaller all of a sudden, where else am I going to find such amazing stress balls that instantly relieve my pressure, the moment I squeeze them!” I exclaimed, like her ass was vital to my existence.

“Stress balls? You’re treating your mother’s butt like they’re stress balls, Kafi?” My mother said with an absurd look on her face.

“How can I not, when I can feel all my built-up stress leaving my body the moment I give them a squeeze?” I gave them a pinch, which made my mother shudder. “It’s like they have some kind of magic power that just soothes my mind, whenever I touch them.”

“Ahh~…No, K-Kafi! Find something else to use as your stress ball! Hnnn~…Y-You’re mother’s butt is too delicate for you to be playing with, whenever you get bored!” She exclaimed as she tried to hold back her moans, as my thumbs slid into her underwear and fully groped her cheeks until they warped their round shape in my hands.

“There’s no way I can let you play with my butt, as even now I feel like-” She was going to say something, but suddenly covered her mouth and stopped, as if what she was going to say was something that she just could not say to her son.

“Feel like what?” I asked like I was genuinely curious and had no clue of what she was going to say, even though I already saw that the bottom of her panties were darker than the rest, which clearly gave away what emotion she was feeling at the moment.

“N-Nothing, Kafi…It’s really nothing.” She said weakly as her cheeks flushed red, almost like she was ashamed of what she was about to say and couldn’t believe she was going to say such an obscene sentence to her own son.

“Alright, if it’s really nothing, then quickly take your seat, mom, so we can have dinner.” I gave my mother a way out of her embarrassing situation. “Of course not on the seat, and on my lap unless you want those lines to become permanent.”

I then quickly grabbed my mother’s blue leggings, which were hanging near her knees, and pulled them up for her. I had to actually pull them wide when I reached her waist area, as there was no way they were going to slide right on, when her butt was acting like a massive mountain that was blocking the way.

After pulling her pants all the way up until they regrettably covered her bare ass, I snapped on the elastic waist band and pulled her maroon sweater down to cover the top of her ass like before.

My mother seemed impressed that I put on her pants so smoothly, when she herself normally struggled to put them on, with the massive obstruction in her way. While she was amazed with my swift actions and looked to be debating if she should call me whenever she wanted to wear some skinny jeans that she normally couldn’t fit in, I put my hand around her waist and pulled her towards me, and placed the other hand under her butt to support her weight, which allowed me to gently place her horizontally on my lap, where both of our legs were criss-crossed and facing alternate directions.

She also obediently sat on my lap without struggling, and looked to be wondering how she got on my lap when she was just standing there half-naked a second ago.

Her butt also felt incredibly soft and pulpy on my lap, and it felt like there was a rather heavy, heated blanket made of clouds on my lap.

“I guess even my lap isn’t enough to handle how fat your butt is.” I looked at my mother, and pointed at the outer area of her buttocks, which wasn’t on my lap since there was no space,  and was hanging out. She looked at the shameful sight of her meat pouring out of my lap since there wasn’t enough space to accommodate all of her mushy behind, and couldn’t help but look away and blush.

She also wanted me to stop looking at that sight that she wasn’t so fond of her son seeing, so she warned me, saying

“Kafi, you better stop staring at my butt when I’m sitting down, or else I’ll start exercising and make sure that there’s nothing to look at.”

Even though the way she puffed out her chest and looked at me in a solemn manner to warn me, looked comedical in my eyes, her threat itself was extremely scary, so I immediately nodded my head to show that I wouldn’t do it again.

My mother also found it funny how I was acting so confident and mighty this whole time, but tamed down like a little puppy the moment she threatened me with her butt, and patted my head like I was an obedient little boy with a delightful smile on her face.

And seeing me blush after getting patted on the head, when I didn’t dart an eye when I groped her butt seemed to amuse her even more, and made her want to tease me to see my innocent reactions she seemed to enjoy, that wasn’t an act and was me genuinely being embarrassed because of her motherly actions.

So to do that, she wrapped her hands around my neck, looked at me lovingly as she hung back while using my neck as a support, and said something that I just did not expect her to say in a million years.

“Sooo…What is daddy going to feed his adorable, little daughter today?”

…D-Daddy?

…Did my own mother just call me daddy, while she referred to herself as m-my daughter??

What in the world made her say that all of a sudden?!

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I just wrote some kinky chapters in reference to how I ended this chapter, and it honestly just felt illegal to write. I don’t know how some writers can write incest without any shame, since I couldn’t stop laughing at what I was writing the whole time.

And don’t expect Kafka and his mother to be banging any time soon as I want to build up the suspense. But other then actually doing it, plenty of stuff will happen very soon that will be much more better then the usual bang and move on, you see in other novels.