God of Milfs: The Gods Request Me To Make a Milf Harem - Chapter 430

Chapter 430: Exquisite Plating
“Auntie Abigaille…” Bella said in an exasperated manner as she covered her mouth in disbelief when she saw my mother lying down straight on top of the dining table like she were a corpse. “…Just what in the world did your son do to you?”

“I-I don’t know, Bella…I genuinely don’t know.” My mother replied with wide eyes, like she herself didn’t know how she got caught up in such a situation. She then blushed when she saw Bella deeply staring at the state she was displayed in and said coyly, “A-And Bella, could you not stare too much…It’s really embarrassing for me when you look at me so intensely.”

“What else can I do but stare, Auntie?” Bella replied as she burnt the sight that had a certain aesthetic beauty in it, along with a whole lot of lewdness into her mind. “Anyone who were to witness such a scene would be reacting the same as me, so it really isn’t fair for you to tell me to look away, especially when you look so mesmerising at the moment.”

Bella wasn’t joking when she said that my mother looked absolutely enchanting at the moment, almost as if she were a treat that you couldn’t help but take a bite out of.

Even Camila had to admit that she wouldn’t mind her breakfast being served up on my mother’s body every time she ate, seeing as to how my mother’s naked body underneath the food added a certain appeal to the already delicious food that no plate could ever do the same.

What both mother and daughter were looking at at the moment, like it were some sort of sculpture from ancient times, was my mother completely lying down on the dining table with only her head propped up with a rolled-up towel.

While that in itself was a sight for sore eyes as it meant that her gigantic tits had deflated down due to gravity, making them look like mounds of ice cream that had melted and also making her plump thighs spread out onto the dining table to make them look even thicker.

That actually wasn’t the main reason both mother and daughter looked like they were caught up in a dream.

The main reason was because of the food that I had meticulously plated on top of her naked body.

First off, I had taken the fried bacon that I cooked and seasoned in black pepper, paprika, and garlic powder and cut those long strips of greasy, juicy meat into appropriate pieces. I then used my mother’s bulging breasts as a canvas to stick the bacon on top of those towering mountains that moved up and down like they were going through an earthquake whenever my mother breathed.

Like attaching tiles to a wall, I used the greasiness of the bacon and stuck them onto her chest. At the bottom of her chest, where there was a wider diameter, I used long pieces of bacon to cover her skin in fried meat. And as I went up her chest, the size of the pieces of bacon became shorter and shorter until they were only the size of a fingernail at the very top.

Not a single inch of my mother’s brown skin was seen, and instead of that, her chest was entirely covered in reddish-brown meat that was glistening under the light.

Her nipples that were the only part sticking out from the top of the meat mountains were also covered in a dollop of homemade barbecue sauce, which made it look like my mother had two briskets that were wrapped in bacon sitting on top of her chest instead of her usual milk bags.

This tantalising sight actually made Bella’s mouth water and made her want to take a bite out of my mother’s breasts, even though she knew that the meat underneath wasn’t edible unless she was a canibal. Camila, on the other hand, was appreciating the precise placement of the bacon pieces on her flesh that made her breasts look like an artistic piece.

Next, I decided to actually get creative and try to appeal to all the ladies in the room. So to do that, I first laid out a single pancake on top of my mother’s squishy belly, which was just as soft as the pancake and probably even softer, that I knew after the number of times I’ve rubbed my face against her warm belly.

I then showed off my skill as a supposed art major and made a sculpture of a bunny that was standing up with its long ears hanging high using the several thick pancakes I had made and placed it on top of the first pancake like it were a statue on display.

I basically followed how wooden sculptures were made and first stacked around 10 pancakes on top of one another and attached them together using whipped cream as the adhesive binding them together.

I then used a small knife to carve out all the unnecessary parts of the pancake so that it would be shaped into a simple bunny that was half the size of an arm and added some additional detailing like it’s eyes and teeth using chocolate frosting.

While Bella was thinking that the bunny I had made was absolutely adorable and couldn’t believe that I actually made such a cute creature out of pancakes.

My mother and Camila, on the other hand, were thinking of the scene of me moving my hands at the speed of light to precisely slice up and carve the pancakes, which looked like magic in their eyes. They wondered if it was humanely possible to move one’s hands so quickly and so precisely like I were some sort of pre-programmed robot made for slicing up cake into statues.

Finally, I added tiny colourful flowers that I had found in the garden all over my mother’s body.

It added a subtle beauty to the breakfast I had prepared, like pretty little flowers were growing out of the brown soil, which was my mother’s body.

I especially added a bunch of flowers that were half the size of a fingernail on top of my mother’s pubic hair. This made it seem that the tuft of hair near her pubic region had turned into a black bush that was covered in colourful flowers.

There was also one other hidden item that couldn’t be seen for now. But overall, this was the first course I was serving to my guest, Bella.

“Auntie…You look so pretty now.”

Bella ended up unconsciously uttering some words that had entered her mind when she saw my mother arranged in such an extravagant manner.

“You don’t have to lie to make me feel better, Bella.” My mother sighed like she already accepted the fate that came with having the devil of debauchery as her son. “I already know how depraved of a state I’m currently in, so no matter what you say, it won’t work out on me.”

“No, Auntie, I really am not joking!” Bella exclaimed and frantically shook her head to show how wrong my mother was. She then glanced at the array of flowers all over my mother’s body and the little bunny made of pancake batter that was sitting on top of her tummy and said, “Although I will have to say that it is quite lewd of you to be lying down like this and having food scattered all over you, when mothers are usually the ones who say that we shouldn’t play around with food.”

My mother blushed and wanted to turn away to avert her gaze. But she was afraid that any movement would destroy my set-up, so she lied down still and listened to a little girl berate her.

“But in retrospect, I will have to agree that your son really is quite talented when it comes to these sorts of things.” Bella said, to which Camila nodded her head like she agreed with what her daughter said, giving my mother a response that she wasn’t expecting. “I mean, I don’t know how. But your son somehow managed to turn something that you would think would seem quite dirty into something that even I can’t help but marvel at.”

“Like you would think that putting meat on top of another’s body is somewhat degrading to them. But Daddy has managed to display that in a pretty manner, using your body as a canvas in such a way that it accentuates your beauty even more.”

Bella concluded and looked at me like she couldn’t help but appreciate my talent when it came to such things.

I boasted my chest high up when I saw her looking up to me, which immediately made her look away and roll her eyes like she was thinking she was the idiot for thinking highly of someone who was just a big lecher.

…Not just any lecher but the king of them all.