God of Milfs: The Gods Request Me To Make a Milf Harem - Chapter 423

Chapter 423: Licking Herself Clean
“Nnn!♡~ Suck!♡~ Ahh!♡~ Mmmph!♡~”

“Mmmph!♡~ Ahhh!♡~ Nnn!♡~ Suck!♡~”

Bella currently looked like a dog that had been out in the blistering sun all day and was finally relieving her thirst by drinking out of the dog bowl, which was the milk that was floating on top of my mother’s cleavage.

She held my mother’s waist firmly to balance herself, while thinking in her mind that my mother had such a soft body that she felt like she was going to squeeze out water from her skin if she were to hold her too tightly and used only her mouth to slurp up all the milk.

“Mmmph!♡~ Ahhh!♡~ Nnn!♡~ Suck!♡~”

Even while Camila and my mother were discussing who’s child Bella was, she didn’t seem to really mind at all since both the ladies in question were great mothers to have and she wouldn’t mind being any one of their children.

“Mmph!♡~ Ooooh!♡~ Suck!♡~ Ahhh!♡~”

Rather, she was more interested in the hot milk before her that was more creamy than any other milkshake she had before, even though it was just heated up milk with some special ingredients added to it.

She didn’t know if it was because of my godly cooking skills or because she was drinking it from my mother’s breasts, which let enough heat from the fat stored within it to congeal the milk into the perfect consistency.

But she really had to agree that this was probably the best drink she had in a long while.

Ahh!♡~ Suck!♡~ Mmph!♡~ Lick!♡~”

It wasn’t an understatement to say that Bella was actually diving down into the pool before her.

She forced her face into the vat of milk before her and sometimes used her tongue to lick up the milk like a dog, and even started sucking as much milk as she possibly could with her lips whenever she felt like doing so.

She did anything she could to not leave the milk, which was technically breast milk, seeing as to where it was situated out in the open, and swallowed it into her mouth.

“Ooooh!♡~ Mmph!♡~ Lick!♡~ Ahhh!♡~”

She didn’t even mind the fact that whenever she dove her face a little too much and accidentally grazed her breasts with her tongue, my mother would let out a little whimper from feeling something cold and slimy run past her smooth skin, almost as if it were a snake sliding past her curvy mounds.

She also forgot that whenever she sunk her face into the lake of milk like she was a submarine, until only her nose was sticking out, the milk started to overflow and seep out from the outer curves of my mother’s honkers.

Drip~ Drip~

From the puddle of milk above, if ran down her brown breasts. Some of the streams of fluid even directly clashed against her firm nipples that touched Bella every once in a while.

The occasional feeling of a droplet of milk dyeing her nipples in its colour was one of the reasons my mother was moaning out, since it felt rather weird to have such a warm liquid run past such a cold object.

She was also whimpering when those very nipples of hers got caught onto Bella’s hair, which was dangling down, since it stung quite a bit when they dug into her tender flesh or when the tip of those grapes brushed against Bella’s silky clothes, which felt rather tantalising.

Once the sweet droplet of milk left her breasts and flowed down her body, they either went to two main places that were noteworthy.

The first place was into her deep navel, where they went inside the hole like it were some sort of cave and situated themselves, so that my mother could find some powdered milk in there later on when those fluids dried up.

The other was when the globules of milk with the largest volume travelled down the neatly trimmed bush, which my mother had been maintaining more often now that there was someone who was admiring her naked body quite often and finally into her vagina below.

Drip~ Flow~

Sure, most of the streams of milk moved along the outer lines of her fleshy lips that were quite fat, like they were full of milk themselves, and then finally seeped down onto her anus below, where the drops of milk dripped down onto the ground below after getting infused with the taste of my mother’s entire body.

But every once in a while there were some drops that managed to push past my mother’s bean-like clitoris that was always wrapped in some sort of skin coat and slid into the light purple insides of her pussy.

The globules of milk moved past her pee hole that was quite sensitive, seeing as to how my mother shivered whenever she felt the white liquid move past the spot that was supposed to let out a yellow liquid.

Finally they flowed down her walls, which would reveal a tender pink colour if one were to spread her lower lips a little bit, and entered the main hole of her vagina itself, which I’ll probably taste tonight when I’m eating mother’s pussy out.

“My, my…What a greedy little girl, you are, Bella.”

My mother pulled away from talking to Camila when she felt Bella slide her hands up her waist and hold onto my mother’s breast, along with her own hands that were already holding up the two massive globes.

It seems that Bella had already gulped down the top layer of milk or she’d spilt it down from the sides from drinking like a dog, so she had no choice but to push my mother’s breasts up and squeeze them together so that the milk at the bottom of her cleavage would come up.

Bella honestly wanted to push her entire face into the puddle of milk before her since she wasn’t really afraid of getting a little dirty to get what she wanted and also because she wanted to feel the warmth and softness of my mother’s pillows against her face, just like how her own mother couldn’t help but want to stuff her face in my mother’s juicy ass.

But she knew that her mother would surely get more jealous if she were to see her daughter enjoying the breast milk of some other woman other than her, so she controlled her desires to wash her face in the milk before her, which tasted of cinnamon and had a slight fragrance of coconut milk.

But even though Bella was trying to keep her mother from disturbing her by acting all nonchalant, the dreamy look she had on her face as she sucked on my mother’s breast milk like she were on a drug that induced ecstasy was a dead giveaway to Camila.

Camila, who was watching her daughter relish in my mother’s breasts that were covered in milk, didn’t like the fact that she was the one left out when it came to breastfeeding her daughter, when she was the one who possessed the same udders on her chest that Bella feasted on when she was a little baby in her diapers.

She also wanted to feed her daughter the same way my mother was doing now, even though she was so reluctant earlier so that she did her part as Bella’s mother and also to show her daughter that she also had some really nice milk sacs as well, which Bella could suck on if she really did want to relive her childhood memories like my mother said.

“That’s enough, Bella.” Camila wanted to perform her duties as well, so she pulled away her daughter from the pool of milk on my mother’s chest. “Too much of anything is bad for you, so I suggest you not to drink too much of that milk or else you’ll get a tummy ache.”

“Huh? Huh?…B-But what about the rest of the milk on Auntie Abigaille’s chest?”

Bella said in a reluctant manner, like she didn’t want to be separated from such soft and tasty fun bags, and looked back at the puddle of milk on my mother’s plump breasts with longing in her eyes, like she were already addicted to the taste and experience she just had.

“It’s fine, Bella…Abi will be able to drink the rest herself with how big her chest actually is.”

Camila joked as she pulled Bella away, thinking that my mother could surely lift her knockers up to her face and have a sip if she wanted to with how big they actually were.

But to all three of ours utter shock, my mother had already finished sipping the rest of the milk on her chest by lifting her breasts up before Camila could even finish her sentence and was currently sucking on her nipples like a baby.

When she saw us staring at her in dismay, she blushed like she was caught stealing something from the kitchen. But that didn’t stop her from what she was doing, as she went back to licking her round areolas to wipe them clean of the milk sticking on them like she didn’t even want to miss a drop.

My mother was my biggest fan when it came to my cooking, so she didn’t even mind if she had to lick her own chest if that was the only way she could have something that I had made.

But even though she had innocent thoughts of not wanting to let something her dear son had made go to waste, the lewd sight of her sliding her pink tongue across her perky nipples and then smacking her lips together like she was trying to savour the taste with an ignorant look on her face made all three of us blush profusely, since such a lecherous sight was too much for our imaginations to handle.