God of Milfs: The Gods Request Me To Make a Milf Harem - Chapter 398

Chapter 398: I Thought You Liked It Rough
“M-Me to, Kafka!…I also want you to treat me the same way!”

My mother suddenly said after silently watching me care for Camila’s butt with a pack of frozen peas in my hand.

She then turned around and bent over the counter right next to Camila, exactly like Camila was doing now, and looked back at me with an expectant gaze, like she was waiting for me to pull up her gown and expose her ass well.

Right now both my mother and Camila were bent over before me on the kitchen counter and were pushing their juicy behind out for me, showcasing just how much of the sustenance they gained from eating went into their rears.

One stuck out her half-white, half-red booty that was completely exposed towards me and was looking at the other in confusion, as to why she was suddenly imitating her. While the other was wiggling her round butt in my face, like she wanted me to lift her clothes up and give her a good spanking for how bad of a girl she’s been.

“What are you talking about, mom? I thought you liked it when I got rough with your little butt.” I said, thinking that she wanted me to treat her butt gently as well, like Camila asked for, while carressing her ass to make it stop shaking in excitement. “So, why do you suddenly want me to be gentle with you as well?”

“I’m not talking about that, Kafi.” My mother shook her head with a shy look on her face. She then said in a determined manner, “I’m asking you to apply those iced peas on my behind as well, since you’ve never treated me before, and it won’t be fair if only Camila gets this sort of treatment.”

“Mommy wants to be treated like a patient by Kafi, as well!”

My mother exclaimed in a childish manner, like she wouldn’t move out of her position if I didn’t apply ice to her butt as well, which dumbfounded both Camila and me.

“Fine, fine, if that’s what you really want, mom.” I said and started pulling up her white dress, which made her let out a bright smile.

Camila was wearing pants, so all I had to do was pull them down up till her thighs and her bare butt were exposed to me. But my mother was wearing a frilly dress that extended down to a long skirt, so I had to pull her skirt all the way over her waist to reveal her behind.

This also meant that after pulling down her underwear as well, I could currently see my mother’s brown butt as well as a little bit of her vagina since I was crouching down.

Camila, who had realised this, gulped when she realised this and closely stared at me applying the packet to my mother’s cheeks.

She knew that both me and my mother had a relationship that went far beyond what a normal mother and son would engage in. But she was still astounded when she saw my mother sticking her ass out for me in person and couldn’t believe that she was witnessing such an incestuous sight that was making her entire body turn warm.

“You better stop staring at us like that, Camila, or else you’re going to start leaking down from there when we’re supposed to be making breakfast.”

I said as I switched between butts and placed the ice pack back on Camila’s butt, wondering if a person would turn into a werewolf if her moon-like rear was exposed into the open.

“What are you talking about, Kafka?! Why would I do such a-”

Camila was about to complain, saying that I was throwing needless accusations her way and disgracing her name in front of her little sister.

But she quickly silenced herself when all of a sudden she felt something warm sliding down her lower lips and then looked at me with a flushed look on her face, knowing that I had read her incestuous intendencies like a book.

“What’s leaking, Camila?…Is it the faucet?”

My mother innocently asked as she felt the pack of peas slide against her bouncing flesh and leave a wet trail, that felt rather comfortable.

“It’s nothing, Abi…Kafka here is just speaking some nonsense that even I can’t understand.”

Camila said as she stared at me with a sharp gaze, telling me to stay silent of the matter to keep my face in front of my mother.

“…And Kafka, just what are you trying to do by pushing your fingers into my butt?”

Camila looked back and asked in an inquisitive manner, when all of a sudden she felt my hand entering in between her cheeks and looked like I was trying to split them open.

“Well, I’ve already cooled down the outside of your ass with the ice pack to the extent that you’d probably get frostbite on your rear if I kept it on longer…”

Camila nodded her head since she felt that the stinging sensation had mostly disappeared and what was left was her ass covered in water, which made her white butt give off a glossy glow as if her cheeks were two massive pearls. I then continued saying, with a grin hanging on my face,

“…So, that’s why I thought that I should move on to your asshole as well and rub it with the pack of peas, just in case it doesn’t become swollen and make it difficult for you to use the bathroom.”

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“You’re going to do what?!”

It took Camila a few seconds to realise what I was saying, but she still had quite the reaction when she understood why I was trying to pull apart her asscheeks.

While Camila was wondering why in the hell I was trying to treat her anus as well, knowing that there was no way my slap could’ve reached such a hidden space, my mother looked to be intrigued by my idea and so was her anus, seeing as to how it was twitching when she heard that it could be treated with some care after all the abuse it went through my hands this past week…