God of Milfs: The Gods Request Me To Make a Milf Harem - Chapter 427

Chapter 427: The Apple Doesn’t Fall Far From The Tree
“Perverts?…So just like Mommy, Kafi?”

My mother asked in awe, wondering if she had finally found her own people who indulged in incestuous relationships.

“Kind of, mom…While your case is because your love for me is a little too much that you started thinking of me as a man, which is honestly a little wholesome and sweet to think about.” I explained to my mother, who was listening carefully. “Their love for such sort of taboo relationships is because of their depraved nature that stems from deep within.”

“So when it comes to being genuine, wholehearted perverts, these two mother and daughter take the cake.”

I said as I pointed at Camila, who turned around with a bright flush on her cheeks to see what I was talking about so quietly.

I then pointed at my mother, who was looking up at me, and whispered to her with a grin on my face,

“But when it comes to who’s more naughtier under the sheets, then it’s definitely you, mom, seeing as to how you turn into a hungry succubus who’s out for her son’s essence when you get all worked up.”

My mother’s ears turned red as she bowed her head in shame when she thought about how she acted when she truly got turned on.

She always acted like a timid little girl at first when things started out in the night. But as time goes on and the wetter her pussy gets as I finger her, the lewd devil inside of her gets released, and she turns out to be the one devouring me instead of the other way around.

The only reason I’m able to survive the nights with her is because of my unlimited stamina, which allows me to subdue her after she gets tired.

But if I were to have the same energy as a normal human, then I was sure that I would basically be a skeleton walking around with no life in my eyes with how much my own mother would drain me dry.

“Bella, like your mother said earlier, you’ll get an upset stomach if you drink too much milk…I also don’t want you to get a full stomach before you have a taste of the rest of the breakfast I’ve prepared, so I think you should stop now.”

I said as I stopped pouring the milk down Camila’s back and gave the flask to my mother, who was showing me her hands to me and grabbing it in the air like she were a baby asking for some milk.

My mother wanted to have a taste of the chocolate milk I made, and it seems like she liked it way better than the plain milk I made, seeing as to how she was sipping it down with a childish smile on her face and a joyful look in her eyes.

“But Bella, your mother’s body is basically your plate at the moment, where I’m going to serve the rest of the food I made. So unless it’s wiped completely clean of the sweetness of the milk that’s stuck on her skin, it’s going to interfere with the flavour of the rest of the items I put on there.”

I said to Bella, who was throwing me a reluctant gaze, like she was asking me why I was stopping her every time things were getting good.

So to appease her and stop her from pouting like a spoilt daughter who didn’t get what she wanted for her birthday, I pointed at the drops of milk that were still on Camila’s back and suggested saying,

“But if you were to do ‘something’ about it and ‘wipe’ your mother clean just like how my mother wiped the milk stains off her breasts, then you’d have a perfectly clean plate for the upcoming dishes.”

My mother, who was quietly drinking her milk while her massive knockers were hanging below, almost choked on her drink when she heard what I said, knowing exactly what I was asking Bella to do to her own mother.

But unlike my mother, who was quick to come to a realisation, Camila didn’t really understand what I was trying to say since she was still in a hazy state from letting her daughter drink the milk that leaked down her body and looked back at me to ask what I was saying.

Lick~

But before she could, she suddenly felt a cold sensation right on top of her clitoris. The slimy snake-like object gently pushed against her little bean and put pressure on it in such a way that it made her knees go weak, leaving her unable to look back to see exactly what was rubbing against her vagina.

“Ooooh!♡~ Mmm!♡~ Aaahhh!♡~

Camila gasped when she realised that the squishy rope didn’t stop right there and was moving down her vagina almost as if it were following the path the milk had trailed down her body.

“Ahhh!♡~ Mmph!♡~ Nnn!♡~ Suck! ♡~”

It burrowed into between her secret garden and pushed aside her puffy lips on both sides like it were a slimy eel moving through a field full of long grass.

“Mmm!♡~ Ahhh!♡~ Slurp!♡~ Nnn!♡~”

It perfectly traced the straight line in between Camila’s lower lips, bringing along with it the droplets of milk that had been left behind on that place and moved to the actual grassland on top of her pussy that was covered in black wheat.

“Nnn!♡~ Slurp!♡~ Mmmph!♡~ Ahh! ♡~”

After moving its fleshy body across the tuft of hair and soaking up any of the milk hidden inside the bush, it swept past her tailbone, which seemed quite sensitive since Camila let out quite the seductive moan when it did and started moving up her spine that was covered in a sweet and chocolatey path.

“Ahhhh!♡~ Aughh!♡~ Ahhh!♡~”

Camila suddenly felt a soft pair of hands hold onto her slender but pudgey waist, which felt like pudding, as she felt the wet snake make its way up her back like it was trying to make it to its burrow right underneath her neck.

She also knew for sure that it wasn’t a snake or eel that was licking her body in one straight line, as she felt the person behind her heavily breathing onto her back as they licked smooth skin clean.

It was only after the wet tongue made an entire trail of saliva from her clitoris all the way to the nape of her neck, wiping along the sweet stains in the way, did she get a chance to turn around and see her daughter licking her lips like she just had a good meal.

When Bella felt Camila’s chilly gaze for licking her back without any warning and for acting a little too cheeky in front of her mother when she was just a child, she jumped in fright and instantly pointed at me.

Bella was obviously scared of what her mother might do for taking advantage of her in her weakest moment and decided to throw the blame on me, making me wonder if I was the mighty man of the house or actually the pityful scapegoat who was always put up for slaughter…