God of Milfs: The Gods Request Me To Make a Milf Harem - Chapter 437

Chapter 437: Using One’s Imagination
“What are you waiting for, mom?…Can’t you see how eager both Bella and Camila are to see you make some jam?”

I urged when I saw my mother stalling for time by looking at me with a pleading look on her face, like she was begging me to save her from this humiliation.

When she turned to look at the mother-daughter pair, she felt betrayed as those two were actually staring at her secret garden with avid looks in their eyes like they were waiting for a flower to bloom, which only opened up once every century.

When Camila and Bella saw my mother looking at them with a wronged look on her face for changing sides, they looked away in embarrassment.

But it still couldn’t change the fact that they were interested in the current situation I had built up, even though they were so against it earlier and genuinely wanted to witness the sight of fresh jam pouring out of their family member’s pussy because of their perverted intendencies.

Even Bella, who despised the idea a while ago, seemed to want to have a taste of the jam that was being made after hearing how sweet my mother’s love juices actually were, wanting to have a taste herself along with her favourite berries.

“You already know that you’ve lost all your support, mom, so there’s no use to looking at them for help.”

I said, which made both Bella and Camila bow their heads in shame now that they were on their enemies side. And then, under my mother’s teary gaze, which was heartbreaking to look at, I threatened her by saying,

“Now, mom, you can either squeeze and push out the jam yourself and give yourself some practice for when you push out our baby in the future.”

My mother blushed and glared at me for comparing something as sacred as giving life to something so vulgar.

“Or, I can squish the berries myself with something of mine that’s quite familiar with the insides of your vagina and use the same item to scrape the goodies out.”

“…The choice is yours.”

While Bella was confused about what I meant when I said that I could make the jam myself since she still had quite the innocent mind, my mother and Camila, who were much more experienced, immediately understood what I was trying to say.

Their cheeks flushed red as they thought of the scene of me shoving my hard cock in and out of my mother’s pussy, crushing the berries into a fine paste that stuck onto her inner walls. They also thought of how I would use my bulbous tip to scrape out the viscous jam out from the depths of my mother’s pussy and drop it onto the plate below, which made their entire bodies heat up, especially Camila’s, whose pale white skin was turning red all over like a rash was forming on her naked body.

While Camila thought that witnessing such an enticing scene wouldn’t be bad at all and actually wanted to see the sight of a son piping his mother’s pussy until a whole lot of red liquid gushed out from her wet cave, my mother jumped as she imagined that horrific sight and frantically shook her head to reject the preposterous idea.

“I’ll do it, Kafi! Mommy will do it!” My mother shouted out in a panic just in case I decided on going with my second method of making jam. “Whether it’s strawberries, mangoes, oranges, or even an avacado if that’s what you want! Mommy will squish and push out whatever fruit or vegetable my son desires, so please don’t ever say that you’ll do it yourself!…Please! I beg of you!”

“Awww~ Just when I thought that it would be quite nice to fuck your pussy while using some honey as lube.” I chuckled as I managed to convince my mother to do what I said.

Bella had no idea as to why my mother was practically begging me to allow her to make the jam herself. But she didn’t think too much about it since she was about to see what she desired to witness with her own eyes, which was the sight of fresh jam being made out of the same place that was used to deliver babies.

“Go on, mom..I’ve already placed the plate for you.”

I said, which made my mother show a grumpy look on her face for rushing her when she was taking her time to prepare for what she was about to do.

With how serious her face was right now and how she was deeply breathing in and out to calm herself down, it almost looked like she was getting ready to give birth to a child.

Even the way she spread her legs wide on the table like she was prepped up for a delivery and how all three of us on the other side were intently staring at her birth canal like we were the doctors seemed like something you would see in an emergency ward.

The only difference being that instead of delivering a baby, my mother was going to make some jam for Bella’s pancakes.

“Mmm!♡~ Nnn!♡~ Ahh!♡~”

Sounds of grunting were suddenly heard from my mother’s side, which sounded rather seductive.

If one didn’t know what was going on here and had their eyes closed, they’d think that my mother was actually pleasing herself on the dining table at the moment because of how enticing her voice sounded to the extent that even Bella was blushing when she heard such mature moans come out from such an innocent-looking woman.

“Mmph!♡~ Mmm!♡~ Nnnn!♡~ Ahhh!♡~”

But these weren’t moans of pleasure like anyone would think if they heard such lewd sounds. Instead they were something much different and were actually the grunts of struggle my mother was letting out from trying to squish the berries inside of her body.

“Ooooh!♡~ Mmph!♡~ Mmm!♡~ Ahhh!♡~”

Each and every one of her whimpers was from her trying her very best to tighten up her inner walls so that the fruit inside turned to a pulp, and every sigh that came along with it was because she failed to do what she had planned.

To be honest, even though I said that my mother’s pussy was the perfect jam making machine since a woman’s vagina was literally designed for the task of pushing out a baby all the way from the womb inside of the body into the outside world, that didn’t really apply to my mother since she had never really given birth before.

If I had told someone like Camila to do the same and push out some jam for me, she would’ve had a basic idea about what to do and how to rhythmically push her inner muscles so that jam smoothly flowed out of her hole.

Why?…It was because she had already given birth to a beautiful baby girl who was currently sitting on my lap and holding onto my hand in anticipation as she stared at my mother’s wet cunt.

But my mother, on the other hand, was a person who had never given birth to a child, even though she basically had one, which was me. She was someone who had lost her virginity only when I entered her life, so it was incomprehensible to think that she would have any idea as to how to push out a baby.

That’s why she was struggling at the moment to squash the berries inside of her and was trying her absolute best to strain her muscles to accomplish the task.

But it was almost as if her inner walls inside of her vagina didn’t want to listen to her words, since they barley responded to her orders and made it seem like she was actually constipated and trying her best to poop.

All three of us watching realised this fact, but we didn’t dare say anything out loud as we were sure that we would start laughing out loud at the sight of my mother looking like she was doing her best to let out a fart if we were to open our mouths.

Bella almost slipped up and was about to let out a little chuckle. But I quickly covered her mouth and let her giggle into my hands, as I knew for sure that my mother would run away in shame if she were to know that we were laughing at her.

My mother knew that her body was perfectly fine and that her birth canal wasn’t any weak at all, seeing as to how painful her cramps became when she was on her period, like all her inner walls were tightening at the same time, to the extent that she always came over to lie down on my lap and made me pet her head to soothe the pain.

But she didn’t exactly know how to utilise those strong muscles of hers to do her bidding.

Just when she thought of giving up and telling me that she couldn’t possibly emulate the feeling of birth without actually giving birth to a child, my mother suddenly got an idea.

She also blushed profusely at the same time, as this idea of hers stemmed from something lewd and not something that she could say out loud to the world.

What she thought of was that, even though she hadn’t ever pushed out a baby into the world, she still had some experience with squeezing her birth canal as tight as she possibly could. It wasn’t because she purposely did it because of some sort of situation. But it was embarrassing because that was how her vagina reacted whenever my dick was inside of her.

Every time she could feel my swollen cock enter her body, she also felt the insides of her pussy feel the tightest they had ever been.

It wasn’t only because there was no space inside of her small tunnel because of how thick and long my dick was. But also because of how her body naturally reacted when it came in the presence of such a large rod entering her, which was to squeeze onto it and never let go for dear life.

My mother didn’t know if she was the only one who’s pussy always had a death grip on the member that entered her because of how much of a pervert she was or if it was quite common in all women for their inner walls to squeeze onto the penis that was about to impregnate them.

But she did know that if she were to imagine the same situation of my penis entering her body, her body would react the same way it normally did and squeeze all the berries inside to oblivion.

Her son’s fat cock entering her little pussy…His bulbous tip touching the entrance of her hole and sliding all the way in like a snake…His thick shaft grazing against her inner walls and absorbing her warmth from the inside…Her love juices pouring out of her hole, after her son had stuffed his rod into the narrow tunnel.

My mother imagined all these thoughts that made her heart race and also her pussy as well, seeing as to how her love juices started leaking down her pussy and slid past her anus below.

Bella gasped and looked at this sight in marvel, wondering if my mother had finally started the process of making the jam. But to her surprise, the liquid was quite transparent, and as a pervert herself, she knew exactly what that was, which made her wonder why exactly her Auntie Abigaille was feeling horny at the moment.

But she didn’t have long to think about that, as immediately after that one stream of bodily secretions flowed down her body, another stream of liquids seeped down in between her cheeks as well.

It wasn’t the same viscous fluid that dribbled down slowly before. But it was actually a liquid that was dark purple in colour while having a reddish sheen on it, which quickly travelled down her butt and onto the plate below in a blink of an eye.

Camila and I glanced at each other, as this meant only one thing.

That was the fact that my mother, whose face looked so flushed right now, had successfully managed to reimagine the situation of my cock entering her womb and had finally squeezed her inner walls tight enough that a few berries had burst, letting its sweet juices flow out of her pothole and stain the plate below in a dark and pungent mess…