God of Milfs: The Gods Request Me To Make a Milf Harem - Chapter 390

Chapter 390: Do You Want To See That Place Of Mine?
“No way! If you slept without any of your clothes on, you’d be able to see one another’s naked bodies, Abigaille!…There’s no way a mother and son should do such a disgraceful act!”

Camila let out a little shout of excitement when she heard my mother admit the matters of the bedroom to her, and she seemed to be too immersed in the conversation that she forgot she was supposed to be teasing my mother.

“If your surprised by that, Camila, then let me tell you that my Kafi has not only seen my body, but he’s also felt all parts of my naked body in his hands as well.”

My mother surprisingly also seemed to have gotten really invested into the conversation, as she was sharing many unnecessary details that Camila didn’t even ask for, almost as if she were gossiping about how her husband performed in bed with her best friend.

Just like every woman out there who always wanted to share all their experiences with others as a way of venting their emotions, my mother also started to gossip about her incestuous relationship with her son now that she had a secure source who didn’t seem to be disgusted about the matter and actually seemed to invest in it, looking at how eager Camila was to know what’s next.

It was going exactly like what I had thought, to my disbelief, and my mother was the one who was currently dominating Camila with her tales of incest with her son, which was basically Camila’s kryptonite.

“What?! He’s even touched your body?!” Camila gasped as she covered her mouth in an elegant manner, feeling really excited to find out about such matters from my own mother rather than me. She then bent down like she was telling a secret and asked, “J-Just where has he touched you, Abigaille? Your legs, your thighs, your tummy, or is that he’s even touched y-your breasts as well?!”

Camila gulped as she stared at my mother’s knockers that were even bigger than hers.

“The question shouldn’t be where he’s touched me, Camila…Rather it should be where he hasn’t touched me, which the answer to is nowhere, since there isn’t a place on my body that he hasn’t laid his dirty hands upon.” My mother bashfully admitted while looking at me like she could feel my hands grazing all over her plump body.

“No way!” Camila gulped as she felt her throat go dry and her breath become heavy. She then glanced at my mother’s nether region, which couldn’t escape my gaze, and hesitantly asked, “T-Then, wouldn’t that mean that he’s touched that place as well, Abigaille?”

“Oh, he’s done so much more than simply touching that sensitive part of my body, Camila.”

My mother shook her head at what and all she had gone through at my hands and seemed to be glad that she found someone to vent her troubles, gaining the confidence to become bolder along the way. She then continued as she looked at Camila, who was now even more flushed than her,

“If you knew just how much he’s abused that sensitive part of my body with his fingers, his tongue, a-and even his p-penis, you’d most definitely understand that we’re probably the most ‘loving’ mother-son pair out there.”

I had already told Camila what I did with my mother vividly before, and she’s even heard me fucking my mother once.

But it seems like hearing the story from my mother was a different experience for Camila, seeing how turned on she was right now.

The excitement in her light blue eyes even went to the extent that she couldn’t take her eyes off my crotch at the mention of my dick.

“If you don’t believe me, I can even prove to you how much my son loves me, Camila, and at the same time show you how rough he’s been with my poor body.”

My mother said, like she was a victim of domestic abuse who was going to show the evidence of abuse to the only person she could trust with such a delicate matter.

She then shamelessly started to pull down the part of her frilly dress near her neck that was covering her overwhelming breasts and showed her wide cleavage to Camila.

Pull~

My mother didn’t seem to mind that she was showing her most embarrassing self to someone else as long as she got to tell her side of the story of our relationship, which she seemed to have on her mind for a while seeing as to how ready she was to vent to someone else.

“Mom, you don’t have to-”

“Be quiet, Kafi!~ Mommy is having a deep conversation with Camila at the moment, so be a good boy and quietly sit over there until the adults finish speaking.”

I tried to stop my mother from going any further since things weren’t going the way I was expecting them to.

But I was stopped by my mother, who didn’t seem like she wanted to stop ranting about how I was playing with her body and treated me like a child, whom she told to stand in the corner to my dismay.

“Yes, Kafka…Your mother is currently talking about some important matters with me, so don’t disturb us right now.”

Camila added in like she was talking about some formal matters with my mother that involved both their futures, when in actuality they were talking about the dirty matters a son did to his mother. She even added in saying,

“I’ll even forget the matter of calling the police, so could you please stay still for a few minutes and let your dear mother finish speaking.”

“…My daughter is also at home right now, so if you feel bored in any way, you can go next door and play with her however you want to.”

Camila didn’t hesitate to sell off her daughter like she was a toy that was meant to keep me occupied until the adults finished talking about their dirty matters, which made my eyes go wide at how ridiculous the current situation was.

My mother was also thrilled when she heard that Camila wasn’t going to involve the police anymore and decided to go all out in gossiping about her incestuous life with her son, just in case she turned back on her decision.

“You can go ahead, Abigaille.” Camila then turned to look at my mother’s cleavage that was already half revealed. “Continue on with what you were going to say.”

“Do I really need to say anymore, Camila?…Just look at the state of my breasts, and you’ll understand just how aggresive my son becomes when he sees me, treating his poor mother, who’s fed him all these years, like a ragdoll.”

My mother sighed as she pulled down her top all the way down until her cleavage, which looked like a valley made of chocolate, was exposed, along with her red bra that was holding in those two milkers that probably contained hot chocolate milk.

She then pushed up her breasts and showcased the blue marks that were all over her chest, almost as if someone had sucked and bit her breasts all over, leaving his lewd-looking marks all over her brown flesh.

“This is the remnant of what happened a couple of nights ago, when he suddenly pounced at me when I came out of the shower.”

My mother recollected the events of that night while Camila went closer to observe my mother’s breasts in detail and was astonished by their sheer size, which even made her chest look small in comparison.

She also got excited at the sight of all the love bites on my mother’s coffee-coloured skin, which were basically evidence of the incest that had been committed between us.

While Camila stared at my mother’s tits in a daze, my mother continued saying in a woeful manner,

“I remember coming out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around me that day, like anyone would do after taking a bath…But Kafi here accused me of trying to tempt him by showing him such an erotic sight and proceeded to drag me back into the bathroom to do the unspeakable to me.”

“…And when I say unspeakable, I really mean it, as he didn’t even leave me b-butt alone and stuffed his f-face inside of that dirty place and did things that would even make the devil blush in shame at how vulgar it was.”

My mother glanced at me with a wronged look in her eyes because of the ill treatment her butt had to go through on my hands, and she felt glad that she finally got to tell her struggles of living with such a perverted son, who couldn’t keep his hands off his mother.

“Huh?…W-What can he possibly do by stuffing his face in your bum, Abigaille?”

Camila slowly asked with a look of shock written all over her face, as she had never heard of such a vulgar play before and was dumbfounded to hear that a mother and son were indulging in such levels of debauchery that didn’t stop at simple sex.

“I can’t tell you, Camila, because of how dirty of a matter it is…But I can show what he did, as I’m pretty sure that the marks of the places he sucked on are still there.”

“…T-That is if you’re willing to see such a shameful place of mine.”

My mother bashfully asked Camila if she was willing to see her naked rear to my absolute shock at the preposterous situation happening right before me.