God of Milfs: The Gods Request Me To Make a Milf Harem - Chapter 55

Chapter 55: Why don’t we paint?
“No Daddy! You can’t put your finger inside of my butt!” She exclaimed in fright at the thought of her son entering her from the back entrance, as it was way too much for someone like her, who was quite tame and inexperienced when it came to any sexual activities due to the nature of her relationship.

“It’s nothing to be scared of Abi. It’s just my finger.” He acted as if it was really nothing special. “Your own mother has taken something much bigger than a finger and has enjoyed every inch of it, so you honestly have nothing to be afraid off.”

“B-But it will hurt…I don’t think I can handle the pain.” She said hesitantly, as her resistance to getting fingered from behind lessened since he made it really seem like a pleasurable act.

“I promise it won’t, Abi. At most, you will feel your hole getting a little tighter and something wriggling around inside. But nothing more than that.” He said solemnly. “And if it does hurt or if you feel uncomfortable, I’ll take it out immediately, so you have nothing to worry about.”

“Will you really take your finger out if I tell you to?” She asked as she looked up at him with teary eyes, like she was asking if she could trust him.

“Of course, Abi. The moment you say the word, my finger will escape the dark and come into the light.”

“You promise?” She asked in a low tone.

“I promise.” He solemnly sweared, which made her cover her head in his chest, which was also her silently giving him her approval to do what he must.

He gave a slight smile at winning his daughter over with a few words for persuasion, and his fingers wriggled closer to her asshole, which was currently clenched right when it knew that it was currently going to be penetrated by a foreign object. Her buttcheeks also tightened up, which made it feel like her son’s hands were enveloped in a water bag full of hot oil because of how warm her body was at the moment. But no matter how much her cheeks tried to squeeze out his hands, they were no match for the experienced hands, which easily navigated in between her crevices and reached her asshole.

His fingers were right next to her dark hole that has never been explored, and they were barely touching the outer rim, where the feeling of her skin changed and became much more delicate. Her fingers were almost gliding on her gummy skin because of how smooth it was, and she could feel her son running the tips of her fingers across the outer rim and circling it.

She trembled at the ticklish sensation she was feeling as her most sensitive area was being lapped by his fingers, and the thought that her son could probably feel the outer grooves on her rim embarrassed her to the extreme, and she held onto him so tightly that her fingers were digging into his chest.

But no matter how much it hurt her son as she clawed at his skin, he didn’t seem to mind one bit and was carefully circling the outer area of her asshole like he was trying to find the exact radius and shape of her rim so that he could visualize it in his head like a blind person.

He was poking and stroking that thin membrane of skin so much that he could probably sculpt a statue of her anus without even using his eyes.

“Abi, I was wondering if you wanted to paint with me tomorrow?” He asked a weird question out of nowhere, while at the same time caressing a part of her body that no one has ever laid their eyes on.

“S-Sure, daddy, I can bring out my paint kit and canvas and we can go…Hmm~…t-to the park tomorrow to paint the lake there.” She didn’t know why her son suddenly wanted to paint with her, but nonetheless she was happy to spend time with her and immediately agreed to his suggestion.

“The park?…Yeah, I don’t that would be the most appropriate place to paint the figure I have in mind.” He said, like any public place would be inappropriate for the painting he was going to draw. “We also aren’t going to be painting, and it’s more like we’re indenting a certain part onto paper.”

“You mean like stamp painting with flowers or leafs…Hnnn~…w-where you dip a flower into paint and press it onto paper to get that shape?” She was an art student, so she immediately figured out what her son was talking about but was still struggling to keep her moans in as her son was still playing around her asshole.

“Yes, that’s exactly what I’m talking about, Abi.” He said in a praising tone, while spreading her cheeks more so he didn’t leave any part of her rim untouched. “We’re going to do that stamp painting that you probably already did in school for art school.”

“But only this time, we aren’t going to use flowers or vegetables.”

“Then what are we going to use?” She asked as she felt her ass loosen up from the thought of having a pleasant time with her son tomorrow.

“We’re going to your asshole.” His sudden statement made her blink her eyes, and her ass, which had just loosened up, tightened up immediately.

“…W-We’re going to use what, Daddy?” She asked, wondering if she had heard wrong. But unfortunately for her, her hearing was pitch perfect, as her son said

“We’re going to use your asshole…I mean not the entirety of it, but the outline of your anus on the outside, which I’m touching right now.” He applied pressure to her outer ridge, like he was showing her what she wanted to paint. “I’ll use some paint that’s safe on your skin, since that part of your body is quite delicate and tender, judging by how it feels and twitches when I touch it, and apply it to your orifice. And then, after adding enough paint, you’ll just have to press your ass on some paper, and we’ll get a picture-perfect print of your anus.”

“Daddy!!!” She couldn’t hear anymore of the absurd painting he was trying to make with her asshole, which had been hidden all these years, and she couldn’t help but shout out to stop him.