God of Milfs: The Gods Request Me To Make a Milf Harem - Chapter 389

Chapter 389: Falling Into Her Own Trap
My mother seemed like she wouldn’t mind even if I had a hundred lovers out there in the world.

But if I were to refer another woman as my mother, that would be the definite form of cheating in her books and she’d most definitely look like a agreived wife like she looks now.

Honestly, even though Camila was the one who was harrased and could still feel the burning sensation of my hand print on her asscheeks, my mother looked like the true victim of this whole situation, seeing as to how distraughtful she was now.

Even Camila who was watching the whole thing was taken aback by how agitated my mother looked right now, since she was used to seeing the docile creature that could never do any harm and not the little bunny that seemed to have gone berserk.

She also didn’t like how the topic was moving away from how she was mistreated in our household, so she added in another factor to bring the attention back to her which made my mother freak out even more.

“Ahem…Abigaille, can you have your little fight with your son somewhere else. I’m about to report to the  police about what your son just did to me and I don’t want to hear you two arguing over my call.”

Camila suddenly said as she took her phone out of her pocket and seemed like she was actually going to report me to the police.

While my mother panicked at the mention of the police, I looked at Camila with a peculiar look on my face, asking what she was trying to do, to which I got a little smirk from her showing that she was using these opportunity to play around with my mother.

I too enjoyed the sight of my cute little mother getting bullied every once in a while, so I didn’t interrupt and waited to see what Camila was going to do.

“Wait, Camila! W-Why are you calling the police?” My mother turned her attention to Camila and walked up to her with a pleading look on her face. “I know that you’re angry about what my Kafi did, but there’s really no need to involve the police right?”

“What are you talking about, Abigaille? How can I simply let your son off when he just groped me out of nowhere and even refused to let go after he was caught?” Camila raised her eyebrows and folded her hands over one another in an authoritative manner. She then looked at me like she was furious about what I did and said, “Just think about it, Abigaille. If my son were to do the same thing to you, would you simply let it off, thinking that it was a little prank?”

“…I could even excuse his behaviour if he was a child, unaware of anything. But he’s all grown up now and should know what he can and cannot do, so how in the world can I possibly excuse his vile behaviour?”

Camila said, like she was genuinely offended by what happened which made me praise her acting skills, which was even making my mother be at a loss for words.

“And by no means am I berating your parenting skills, Abigaille, as I’m sure you’ve put all your love and care into raising your son…But unfortunately, there are some bad apples out there who won’t change until severe actions are taken against them.”

Camila shook her head in a convincing manner, like she didn’t really want to make this decision, but she really didn’t have any other choice but to do so.

She then looked at my poor mother, who was thinking of all sorts of ways to bail me out of this situation, and said,

“Think of it this way as well, Abigaille. If your son were to be let loose, he’d become a menace to society and would harass every woman he sees…But if he were to be sent to some sort of disciplinary centre, he’d have a chance of learning from his mistakes and becoming a son who you can actually be proud of.”

“No, Camila! My son can never get to such a dangerous place!”

My mother shouted and looked like she was about to faint at the mention of me going to a juvenile centre. She then pointed at me and frantically said, like I was a pityful little boy,

“Just look at him, Camila! Look at how frail my little Kafi looks—almost like a little baby lamb!…If he was sent to such a place full of actual hooligans, they would surely tear that poor baby apart!”

Camila’s lips twitched when she heard my mother describe myself as a harmless child, knowing exactly what type of person I was.

When she looked at me with a knowing smile on her face, I simply turned away, as it felt too embarrassing to be called a little lamb when I was actually a hungry wolf who sunk my fangs into both Camila and her daughter in a matter of days.

“A-And Camila to tell you truth…” My mother decided to tell the real reason I accidentally slapped her ass, as embarrassing as it was, seeing as how Camila looked so unconvinced at the moment. She then continued saying in a rather demure manner, like she was only saying that secret of hers because she had no other choice, “…My Kafi didn’t touch you in that manner because he’s a pervert who likes to grope random women like you think he is, and he’s actually quite the gentleman when it comes to women.”

“H-He only did it because he had mistaken you for me, since he’s used to seeing me cooking breakfast in the morning and not anyone else. And because of that little confusion, he accidentally thought you were me and ended up s-slapping your bum.”

My mother bowed her head in shame, like admitting the truth took the life out of her because of all the taboo little secrets it revealed along with it.

Camila was quick to pick up on these little secrets, as she said with a little chuckle, like she thought what my mother said was a joke,

“What are you even talking about, Abigaille? Your son slapped my ass because he thought that I was you, his mother?”

“Why in the world would he greet his own mother in such a strange way that’s only done between the most intimate lovers…That makes absolutely no sense at all unless both of you have a rather bizarre mother-son relationship that can’t be told to others.”

Camila scoffed like she thought my mother was making up desperate lies to save me. She then picked up the phone once again to call the police, as she was done listening to such lies even though she actually knew everything about the relationship between me and my mother and that my mother was telling the truth.

“No, Camila! Don’t call the police, since I promise you what you just said is the actual truth!”

My mother suddenly blurted out in a desperate manner when she saw Camila dial in a number and decided that she would reveal everything about our relationship, even at the cost of her dignity, as long as I didn’t land myself in jail.

“The truth?…What truth did I say to you?”

Camila smiled as she put the phone down, knowing that my mother was about to expose everything in her own words exactly like she wanted her to.

“T-The part where you said that me and my son have a rather strange relationship that can’t easily be revealed to the outside world…” My mother admitted to the incestuous relationship she had with her son with a flushed look on her face while looking at Camila with trembling eyes like a squirrel in the cold winter. “…That was the truth that you had mentioned.”

“Abigaille, just what exactly are you talking about?…Just what sort of relationship do you have with your son?”

Camila asked with a solemn look on her, like she was slowly starting to realise the seriousness of the matter and the fact that my mother wasn’t joking when she said she had a strange relationship with me, which really made me want to clap at her phenomenal acting skills.

“Will you tell anyone else if I tell you the truth?”

My mother looked at Camila with wide eyes, like she were in a really vulnerable position at the moment and needed someone she could trust.

“I swear on my daughter’s life that I won’t say anything that will slander you or your son’s name to anyone else, so you can feel free to tell me the truth of your relationship with your son.” Camila made a rather heavy promise, which made my mother feel like a heavy burden was lifted off her shoulders.

“Well, the thing is, Camila, me and my son have a rather l-loving and close relationship.” My mother timidly said, hoping that Camila wouldn’t treat her like a freak after she heard everything. “Closer than any other mother-son bond can ever be.”

“Close?…E-Exactly, how close are you two?”

Camila gulped as she was starting to get sucked into the taboo nature of the situation, since she was a pervert who got engrossed in anything incestuous in nature.

With a look of avid curiosity on her face, she started to ask questions to my mother that she genuinely wanted the answer for,

“Like I know there are some sons who grow up to be mama’s boys and still sometimes sleep with their mother’s even after they grow up…So, is your relationship with you son like that?”

“Yes, it is…But instead of sleeping with each other with our clothes on like those mother-son couples do, me and Kafi actually sleep w-without our clothes on.”

My mother admitted with a face that was turning redder by the second, along with Camila’s cheeks that were starting to loose their cool porcelain sheen and were being replaced by a faint blush as my mother recalled our intimate relationship.

I thought that Camila was setting up a trap to see my mother all flustered. But judging by how the situation was going forth, it seems like Camila was the one that was going to fall into the trap and lose her cool and elagant image because of the dirty stories my mother was going to tell.

This would surely make her lose her composure since if there’s anything out there in the world that could make the dignified Camila break character, it was surely any talk about incestous topics.

This made me sigh and rub my face in exhaustion as I was looking forward to seeing my mother all flustered. But it seems like the flustered one was going to be Camila herself, rather than my mother, like we both silently planned…