God of Milfs: The Gods Request Me To Make a Milf Harem - Chapter 413

Chapter 413: Dine Off Our Bodies
“Well, for now, just so that you don’t get chased around all over the house because Camila can’t stop teasing you, I’ll tell her to keep her hands of you while I’m not around.”

I said to reassure my mother, which made her let out a sigh of relief knowing that my word was final in this household and thought that no matter how I played around with her, I still cared for her as her child.

Camila also let out an indignant sigh since she had all sorts of ideas to bring out the best reactions from my mother. But after hearing what I said, she had no choice but to rein herself in and not scare off my mother too much.

“I see that you’ve already prepared everything for the breakfast we’re having with our guest.”

Camila said when she saw all the food I had made that had been set aside on the counter.

After going over with a spoon in one hand and tasting each item while at the same time holding onto the towel, which was the only barrier that was stopping me from seeing her naked body, she said,

“But even though you’ve prepared quite a lot of dishes and made them so well that each one of them tastes better than the other, so much so that I want to grab a plate myself and fatten my belly up before the guests arrive here, I was still expecting something ‘special’ like you said that would provide an unforgettable experience.”

“Indulging in such an elaborate breakfast would surely make one smile for the rest of the day…But I don’t know if it’s enough for them to keep on comparing what they are having today to whatever breakfast spread they may have in the future.”

Camila looked at me like a harsh critic who wasn’t exactly satisfied with what I had promised, since she had high expectations for me and looked to be asking if this was all I was providing.

“Ahhh!~ So good!~ These eggs taste so wonderful!~”

My mother, on the other hand, had a spoon of golden scrambled eggs and looked like she was melting because of the intense flavours that were exploding in her mouth.

She was someone who would be over the moon if her son had even prepared her a bowl of cereal, so it only made sense that she was more than satisfied with what I made, unlike Camila, who was expecting more from her rival.

“Oh, you’re misunderstanding, Camila.” I got up from my seat as I wiped the bath water on my back that had dripped down my mother’s body. “The focus of today’s breakfast isn’t about the taste or aroma of the food itself, but the way it’s going to be presented to our guest.”

“Rather than how one feels when they have a spoon of the delicacies I made in their mouth, I want to focus on the plating of the dish, which would leave a more rememberable memory, than the taste of the dish itself.”

I said as I fed my mother a little piece of the pancakes I had made, seeing as to how she had been eyeing it for a while. She let out another round of ‘Ohh!~’ and ‘Ahh!~’ when she had a taste like she never had such amazing pancakes in her life before.

“I see…So you’re going for more of a gourmet approach, which you would normally see in a high-class restaurant, where they wish to make the entire dining experience into a special event.” Camila held onto her chin and nodded her head in an understanding manner, finally getting what I was trying to do.

“Yep…That’s exactly what I’m going for, the only difference being that instead of using special theatrics like sizzling steak that comes in a flaming pan or a dessert that constantly lets off icey mist like you would see in those fancy restaurants, I’m going to try something different to present my dishes.”

I said as I spoon-fed another piece of pancake to my mother, who was nibbling it off the fork like a little sparrow.

“Oh…What’s so different about the way you’re going to present your dish?” Camila asked with a smile of intrigue on her face. She then chuckled like she were making a joke and said, “Don’t tell me that you’re going to plate the dishes on our naked bodies or something?~”

“As a matter of fact, I am going to do something like that, Camila.” I smiled and informed her of the matter, which made my mother and Camila freeze up instantly. “I’m going to give our guest a wonderful experience that they’ll never experience using both of you as my ‘ingredients’.”

The pancake in my mother’s mouth almost fell out with the way she was opening her mouth wide after hearing about this so called special breakfast I had in mind. I also made sure that she didn’t choke on the pancake by not being able to chew it after the shock she had just sustained.

Camila, on the other hand, was also quite surprised, but she didn’t really have such an exaggerated reaction like my mother, who started sweating profusely when she heard my proposal. She even had a look of interest on her face like she was eager to know more about my proposal.

“Hold on there, mom…Atleast hear what I have to say and what I have planned before you run off somewhere.” I grabbed my mother’s hand, who was trying to run away and escape.

“Yes, Abi…Let’s first hear what Kafka has to say, and then we’ll see what we have to say about his crazy suggestion.”

My mother wanted to struggle at first, even if she had to bite my hand to escape. But after seeing that Camila was willing to hear me out, she quit her resistance and went to Camila’s side for support.

It seemed like Camila was still interested in the breakfast I had on my mind, even if it meant compromising her, or at least she wanted to know about what I was going to make both of them do out of sheer curiousity.

So to satiate her curiosity, I didn’t hold back and told them everything I had on mind and all the things I wanted them to for today’s breakfast.

My mother had a wary look on her face when I started talking, like no matter what I told her, I wasn’t going to ever convince her. But as I continued to tell in detail about what I had planned, her face slowly turned into a shade of red, almost as if she were a tomato that was ripening.

By the end of my explanation, she looked so flustered and worked up at the perverted ideas her son had that she looked like she was about to faint out of pure embarrassment.

“No, Kafi!~ Definitely not!~” My mother jumped out from behind Camila and started her protest, unable to maintain her silence any longer. “No matter what you say, Mommy will never accept this absurd breakfast idea you have for us!~”

“Just the simple thought of all the ideas you have in mind for us and all the things you want us to do while we’re completely exposed in front of someone else makes my head go dizzy, Kafi.” My mother said as she clutched her head. She then continued saying as she looked at me in absurdity, “Just how could you possibly come up with such perverted ideas and stay so calm like those are your everyday thoughts?”

“It’s only natural that I have such devious ideas when I’m looking at ladies, showcasing their even more devious bodies to me like you are right now.”

I smiled as I stared at the two flowers before me who were standing half naked in the kitchen with their bulging butts and their plump chests that were about to pop out.

My mother immediately covered herself up from her such lewd gaze and wondered if she should cover up her entire body from now on to cure me of my overwhelming perversion.

“B-Be quiet, Kafi!…Don’t think that you’re going to get away with whatever you have in mind like you always do since I’m such a pushover when it comes to you now that I have Camila on my side now.”

My mother exclaimed like she wasn’t going to be ignored like she always was and looked to Camila, her older sister, who she trusted would support her argument. She then urged her sister to speak out by shouting out,

“Tell him, Camila! Tell our Kafi, who thinks he can do whatever he wants just because he’s a little cute, that we won’t be indulging in his fantasies!”

“We agree, Kafka…Both of us agree to whatever you have in mind.”

“See, Kafka! See!…Even Camila doesn’t want to take part in your lecherous breakfast that-….W-Wait…What did you just say, Camila?”

My mother immediately stopped her rampant argument when she heard Camila say something weird and looked at her with her eyes scrunched up, like she were wondering if she heard wrong.

“I said that I agree to what Kafka said, Abi.”

Camila confirmed what she said in a composed manner, like what I was asking her to do didn’t bother her at all, which made my mother’s eyes go wide at the sudden revelation.

Camila then let out a little smile as a look of interest appeared in her light blue eyes, and she continued saying as she glanced at both of us,

“Unlike what you’re saying on my behalf, Abi, I’m actually curious about how this never-before-heard breakfast is going to go and just what sort of reaction our guest is going to have when they see how the food is going to be presented to them.”

“Whether it’s my culinary desire to explore something in the food world that I haven’t already experienced before or just my avid interest to see the look of shock on our guest’s face when they see us in our most exposed state, all my interests point towards agreeing with what Kafka said and taking part in the breakfast he has planned, unlike what you said.”

Camila concluded, and judging by the steady smile she had on her face, it looked like there was nothing my mother could say to change her mind.

This basically meant that the last barrier that was holding back my devious desires from touching her had been broken and she would have no choice but to listen to what I say.

This made my mother’s face start to slowly steam when she thought of all the twisted things she was going to do in her kitchen, while the sun was still high up in the sky…