God of Milfs: The Gods Request Me To Make a Milf Harem - Chapter 421

Chapter 421: Pool Of Milk
“Now then, Bella, dear…You said that you were thirsty, right?”

Before I could even say anything to my mother like Camila insisted I should, my mother decided to take action first and pulled Bella out of her chest. She then smiled at the derpy look Bella had on her face from staying in her chest for so long and said,

“Let Mommy here serve you some hot milk to soothe your throat and warm your body.”

“Yes, Mommy…Bella wants to drink your milk too.”

Bella said like a toddler who craved her mother’s breast milk, which made all three of us turn our heads at how she was suddenly speaking like a child.

It seems like not only could my mother’s breasts make someone refer to her as their mother. But it could also revert them to a dreamy, childlike state if they were to stay in between those soft pillows for two long.

“Oh my~” My mother giggled at the silly things Bella was saying to her, while Camila watched all of this in dismay. “As much as I want to watch you suck on my breasts, Bella, and let you drink as much of my breast milk as you want, I don’t think I’ll be able to do that without a baby inside of me.”

My mother glanced at me like she was trying to hint at something.

“Bella, you’re even going as far as to asking Auntie Abigaille for some of her breast milk when you’re already so old and at the age where you can produce your own?” Camila’s icy voice was heard from the side, which immediately woke Bella up from her daze. “Did my own milk really taste that bad when you were young that you had to ask someone else for it?”

“N-No, mom! I really don’t know why I said that!” Bella said in fluster as she tried to keep some distance from her and my mother so that Camila wouldn’t get more jealous. “The words I uttered just came out of my mouth without warning, and I really have no idea why I said such a thing!”

“There’s no need for you to explain your reasoning, Bella.” My mother said as she pulled Bella back into her embrace and looked at Camila like she were telling her to back off and not scare ‘her’ daughter anymore. She then looked away from Camila, who looked so frustrated at the moment, and looked at Bella, who was partly stuffed in between her knockers, and said, “Sometimes a child like you wants to relive her past where you lived a carefree life and want to have a taste of when the biggest issue you had was deciding what TV program you wanted to watch during breakfast.”

“…So there really is no problem with you wanting to have a taste of my own milk, which inevitably brings back memories from the past.”

Bella blushed at my mother’s reasoning, as in actuality she just got overwhelmed by my mother’s gigantic breasts that made her act like a child for a second. But she didn’t dare to open her mouth to correct her right now, unless she wanted to piss off her own mother even more.

“But even though I can’t produce any of my own milk like you desire to have, I can still serve you the milk I have in this flask in a way that is quite similar and also what Kafi had planned for me to do from the start.”

My mother said as she stroked Bella’s hair while telling her, ‘It’s alright’, which made Bella wonder what exactly she was talking about.

“Kafi, could you be a dear and help me out here?” My mother let go of Bella and handed me the flask in her hand.

“Yes, mom.” I grabbed the flask and opened it up, letting the smell of cinnamon and cardamom fill the room. I then smiled at the thought of what I was going to witness and continued saying, “Just push your breasts together and make sure that there aren’t any gaps from where the milk could leak out, and then I’ll pour the milk into your ‘self-made’ bowl.”

My mother blushed when she thought about what she was going to do. But once thought of Bella, who she thought craved her milk and wanting to help her satiate her desires, she held up her breasts with both of her hands from down under and pushed them into one another.

By doing this, she created a makeshift crater on the top of her naked breasts, which was similar to a bowl that could hold any sort of liquid. This flesh bowl of hers was also quite deep and wide, like it held multiple bottles of fluid inside of it, given how big her funbags were.

The ravine that had been elevated to store liquid also couldn’t let any liquid slip down it because of how elastic her chest was and was completely leak-free, so there was no worry of anything seeping down her cleavage, and the liquid could stay there as long as it didn’t overflow from the sides.

Bella was confused as to what was going on at first. But once she saw me bring over the hot flask on top of my mother’s naked breasts, with her light purple nipples sticking out like a sore thumb, and witnessed me slowly pouring the warm milk inside of it into the sinkhole that had been created, she immediately understood what the bowl I was speaking off was.

“Ah! What are you doing, Daddy?! Won’t that hurt Auntie Abigaille?!”

Bella shouted out in a panic when she saw me cover the top of my mother’s tits in milk and watched the pit fill up with a white liquid, thinking that the milk might scald her skin.

“Don’t worry, Bella…The milk is only a little warm and not as hot as you can think, so it should feel the same as having a warm shower with milk instead of water for my mother.” I said as I watched the stream of milk flow from the flask, all the way into the pool below that was starting to buildup.

“Yes, Bella.” My mother shyly nodded her head as she felt a warm sensation cover the top of her chest like she was getting a hot oil massage. “Even though it may feel a bit strange to be drenched in warm milk, it also feels quite comfortable, like I’m in a hot tub that is full of fresh milk that smells rather good.”

“As for why we’re serving you milk off my mother’s breasts and not from a cup like anyone normally would, that’s just the way this breakfast is going to go since the theme is using the body as a vessel to plate and serve the dish.” I explained to Bella about the breakfast she was going to experience today, which made her eyes go wide at how crazy and perverted it sounded. “So be prepared for what’s coming after this as well, since the rest of this breakfast you’re going to have today is going to follow a similar theme as well.”

Bella looked at both my mother and Camila like she were asking if what I was saying was true, to which both of them reluctantly nodded their heads and gestured to me like they were telling it was all my idea.

Bella already knew that such an impure way of eating breakfast was my idea, as in her mind she couldn’t think of anyone else who was perverted enough to prepare such an absurd breakfast plan.