God of Milfs: The Gods Request Me To Make a Milf Harem - Chapter 436

Chapter 436: Berries And Syrup
“D-Daddy, what exactly are those colourful things I see inside of Auntie Abigaille’s s-scret place?”

Bella asked in trepidation, hoping that I would simply say that she was simply seeing things and there was actually nothing there.

“Berries, Bella…Those colourful balls are most obviously fresh berries.”

But unfortunately for her, it didn’t turn out the way she wanted it to go. I then spread my mother’s lips even more until more of the colourful balls were revealed along with her pink inner walls and continued saying, with a wide smile on my face,

“As for what that viscous liquid is, if you haven’t already guessed it, it’s a mixture of honey and maple syrup that I’ve added in after pushing down the berries that I bought from the nearby farms into my mother’s tiny hole.”

“So, after seeing my hidden dish, what do you have to say, Bella? Do you like it or not?…Or more like, are you excited to spread it on top of your pancakes to give it that extra layer of sweetness it needs?”

I asked like I wanted her opinion on a present I was giving her, even though she had such a distraught and flabbergasted look on her face.

“W-Wait…What are you talking about, Daddy?” Bella turned her head to look back at me in perturbation, like she didn’t understand what I said at all. She then glanced back at my mother’s pussy that looked like it had a rainbow-coloured cauliflower inside of it and continued saying with a flustered look on her face and a certain uneasiness in her voice, “Why are you talking as if the missing element you were talking about are these fruits?”

“…A-Almost as if you’re telling me that I have to eat out whatever is inside of Auntie Abigaille’s vagina?”

Bella gulped as she didn’t know how to feel about biting into those very berries, as even though she was supposed to be repulsed by the thought, she was actually a little intrigued by how sour and sweet those berries would taste after being soaked in my mother’s tangy love juices and the sweet honey for so long.

It also made her realise just how much of a horrible pervert she had become, either because of my wierd antics or if her innate lewdness was starting to come out around the people she trusted who she could be herself with no worry at all.

“That’s because you are going to eat the berries, Bella, and use them as a jam to accompany the pancakes.” I stated like it were a common fact that made Bella’s trembling eyes go wide. “Although I don’t know how good the jam will be since it’s the first time I made it inside of someone else’s body, I still think that it should be good enough since my mother’s love juices are quite addictive to taste.”

“I mean, sweet berries that have been marinated in even sweeter bodily fluids…I can’t possibly think of it tasting any bad~”

I said with a proud look on my face, as if I were confident with my creation. This only made my mother cover up her face that had gone so red that it looked like one of the raspberries in her vagina.

It also made Camila sigh and shake her head, like she was wondering how she possibly fell for such a deviant.

“No, Daddy! No! There’s no way I can eat something that’s been inside Auntie Abigaille’s hidden place!” Bella exclaimed in a vehement manner when she realised where this conversation was going. She then glanced at my mother with an apologetic look on her face and shouted saying, “N-No offence to Auntie Abigaille, but there really is no way that I can eat something that came out of such a dirty place!”

My mother shook her head like she was saying there was no offence taken, as she knew exactly how absurd my proposition was. She also cast an apologetic gaze back at Bella, like she was saying sorry for raising such a ridiculous son.

“What are you on about, Bella? How come you suddenly feel shame when it comes to eating my mother’s sacred place out, which is used for the holy act of bringing out life into this world, but you didn’t have the slightest bit of hesitation when you licked your own mother’s anus, which I’m sure is more dirtier than my mother’s pussy.”

I said, which made Bella choke and blush profusely as she didn’t expect me to throw out such absurd reasoning, while Camila pinched my thighs from the side for calling her asshole dirty.

Bella was already caught up in her words, as she didn’t know how to reply to my question without it sounding weird, so I decided to burden her more by saying even more nonsense that both made sense and didn’t at the same time,

“You also do know that now that you’re a woman of this household, you’ll have to do a lot of naughty stuff with the rest of the ladies, since our family’s bond can’t be held together if only I’m the only one having intimate relationships with the others?”

Bella raised her head to look at me to see where I was going with this ridiculous proposition.

“Only if the rest of you ladies have some sort of passionate encounter or moment with one another, like how your mother ate my mother’s ass out just before you arrived, will the strength of your relationship also increase.”

Bella blushed and looked at her mother intently, like she were asking if what I said was true, which Camila coughed and ignored, giving Bella all the information she needed to know.

“So, when you’re in a relationship where it’s absolutely necessary to lick some else’s secret place to get closer to them, like how one feels much closer to someone after becoming one with them in bed, I don’t think eating fruits that have come out of my mother’s honeypot is that strange.”

I concluded my bizarre reasoning that I made up on the spot, which puzzled Bella even more since what I said kind of made sense in her head but at the same time sounded like a hoax.

“I also put in a lot of effort to make this jam, knowing that you have a particular interest in berries in general. So I would be quite sad if you didn’t even have a taste of what I made and rejected just because it was made in a strange manner.”

I sighed and said in a downcast manner, which made Bella look up at me with concern, as I really did seem quite defeated when she said that she didn’t want to taste what I made for her. She also really did like berries and had a particular liking for sweet items, so she really didn’t know what to do.

“But, where’s the jam, Daddy?” Bella thought of something crucial and tried to use it to pull away from the situation without hurting my feelings. “You said that you made jam to go along with the pancakes, but all you actually did was shove a bunch of blueberries and strawberries inside of Auntie Abigaille’s s-secret place…Is that what an acclaimed chef like you would call jam?”

Bella seemed to be high on herself for thinking of such an argument. But little did she know that was asking the worst question she could possibly ask at the moment, which was the exact reason Camila was looking at both Bella and my mother like they were both pitiful little beings.

“Oh, you don’t need to worry about that, Bella, since the jam I’ve prepared for you will be made the moment you ask for it.”

I said with my lips curled up, which made Bella shudder, even though she didn’t know why exactly she was so wary right now.

“W-What do you mean by that, Daddy?…What are you trying to say?” Bella timidly asked as she got even more nervous when she saw how my mother was shaking her head frantically, like she was telling her  to stop this conversation at all costs.

“Well, Bella, the thing is that I wanted everything I made for you to be quite fresh and straight out of the stove. This includes the jam as well…So, what I did was prepare everything that’s needed to make a sort of jam, which will immediately be squashed and squeezed out at your call to bring you the most fresh and immersive dining experience you will ever witness.”

Bella shuddered as she kind of formed an idea in her head of what I was trying to do. I then continue explaining under Bella’s frightened gaze while closing and opening my mother’s lower lips,

“You may be confused as to what I meant by preparation, since you had your eyes closed when I prepared making the jam…So let me just tell you that the berries inside my mother aren’t just any old normal berries.”

“They are actually berries that have been boiled for a little while in sugary water, so that they lose their usual sturdiness and turn quite soft in nature to the extent that even a newborn baby can chew on them.” Bella looked at the colourful little balls peeking out of my mother’s vagina and found they looked duller than usual, proving that they really were boiled like I said. A bright glint appeared in my eyes as I continued saying, “Now, Bella, what exactly do you think would happen if those very babies went under some pressure and were pushed together on all sides?”

“T-They’d get squished into a paste.”

Bella hesitantly answered, even though she really didn’t want to, as she had already figured out what was coming up next and why my mother looked so embarrassed at the moment.

“And, what if, along with the berries, there was also some honey and syrup included? What do you think would be formed?”

I asked once again as I spread open my mother’s pussy and pushed my fingers into one of the raspberries, which made it burst, letting its sweet juices seep into my mother’s hole.

“Some sort of jam or jelly, Daddy, t-that could be made in a single day, unlike the usual jelly that needs a long while.” Bella said, and even though she already knew the answer, she still asked me with an abashed look on her face,  “B-But, Daddy…Now that the berries are already inside of Auntie Abigaille, h-how are you going to squish them into a jam? Are you going to you use some sort of instrument or-”

“Oh, come on, Bella!…Why should my mother use an extra tool to squeeze and push out a few berries when she has a perfectly fine vagina that has the tightening force of a gorilla’s grip and also the ability to even push out an entire baby?!” I said with a look of excitement on my face and then continued saying as I lighty pinched one of my mother’s plump labias, which made her let out a whimper, “All we need is this pussy of my mother’s that’s the perfect jam making machine to ever exist to create some splendid jam for us and nothing else!”

“And just to prove that my words aren’t false in any way, my mother will help me out here and give you a live demonstration of how my home-made jam is made.”

I said as I picked up a small plate from the side and tapped on my mother’s thighs, which naturally made her spread her legs on the table like it were a reflex.

I then placed the porcelain plate right under her vagina, as if it were strategically placed to catch something that was going to fall out of her little hole, and said to my mother, who was still confused as to why she unconsciously spread her legs while having a keen look on my face,

“Go ahead, mom…Present our guest with the best jam she is ever going to taste, which was made by both me and you…Let her know that you aren’t just a sweet and adoring person, but you’re quite sweet down there as well.”

The room fell silent as all three of us stared at the empty plate right next to my mother’s butt and then at my mother, who looked like she was going to faint of utter shame, waiting to see just what was going to happen next.

Either my mother pushed out the jam herself or I made some drastic measure of my own, which I didn’t want to do because of how sticky my cock would become after being covered in horny and syrup…