God of Milfs: The Gods Request Me To Make a Milf Harem - Chapter 62

Chapter 62: Side Dishes Along With Some Sweat
“How does it taste?” Her son asked, while finishing off the remaining saliva on his wrist.

“W-What taste, Daddy?” She didn’t believe her son saw her licking her lips since she was doing it sneakily, so she feigned innocence.

“Your sweat, that was on your lips.” He said, revealing that he saw her licking her lips like they had a layer of caramel on them. “You’re not going to tell me that you didn’t just swipe your tongue over your lips when you were doing it so blatantly like a dog sticking out its tongue, right?”

It seemed like it was only in her head that she thought that she was sneaky, as in reality she was licking her lips with her tongue fully sticking out like a child trying to lick off the juice from her mouth, which embarrassed her to the fullest. Her son simply chuckled at her hilarious behaviour and said,

“Even though I’m sure that you tasted some of the sweat on your lips, I don’t think it was enough for you to come to a proper understanding of how your ass tastes.” He addressed her concerns without her even telling him, which made her wonder if there was anything that her son didn’t know, since he always seems to be able to read her thoughts.

“So, Abi, let me gather some of your ass sweat on my hand and let you lick it off so you can get a thorough taste of its flavour.” He said as he slipped his hand that was holding her lips into her pants again and slid it through her buttcheeks.

“How would you do that?” She was already used to her son sending his hand down her ass, so she wasn’t too bothered like before, but she was curious to know how he could collect her sweat with his bare hands.

“Like this, Abi.” He sent his hand deep into her ass, pushing away the two buns of meat that were trying to submerge his entire hand. She thought that he was going towards her anus area and was preparing to get her hole stroked again, since she didn’t want him to see her jolting at her touch. But surprisingly, his hand didn’t go there and went below that area.

His devious hands went past her anus and moved towards the area in between her most deepest place and most secret place, where she probably had the most sensitive skin in that body since it always felt so ticklish for her when really tight underwear touched that area.

Since her son seemed to know her every weakness, she thought he was going to stick his hand down there and tickle her, which she was actually scared of since she wasn’t sure if she wouldn’t pee herself from laughing too hard because of how ticklish that place was. But unlike what she thought, her son simply cupped his hand like he was trying to collect some water in his hand and placed his concave hand on her perineum.

He only lightly placed his hand on that place, with his fingers near her pussy and his wrist being enveloped in her cheeks, but this shallow touch was more than enough to make her chuckle, which she quickly hid with her hand. Her son didn’t seem bothered that his fingers were barely touching the lower part of her vagina like she was, and he simply focused on firmly pressing his hand against that area like his hand was a suction pad.

And then, while she was panicking that she could feel her son’s touch on her lips below, he slowly started to pull up his hand the way he came from, while pressing his hand on her skin like he was dragging something he caught in her ass. And as he was pulling his hands out of her pants, he hooked them more and more, like he was trying to carry something that was in his palm, out into the open.

When he finally pulled out his hand, he held it while they were still cupped right in front of her. She looked into his palm to see what it was that he was holding this whole while, and when she did, she saw a small pool of transparent fluid in the middle of his palm.

She first freaked out, thinking that it was the fluids that were leaking out of her pussy that he was holding in his hands, but to her relief, it wasn’t viscous at all and looked like water.

But this only made her wonder what this mysterious fluid was that he grabbed out of her ass.

“What’s that liquid in your hand, Daddy?” She asked, while looking at the glistening puddle of liquid that would barely amount to two teaspoons.

“You’re sweat, sweetheart.” He answered, while shaking the liquid in his palm. “It’s the sweat that’s been accumulating in your bottom for a while now.”

“What?! This is all my sweat?!” She exclaimed in shock, as she didn’t know where this pool of sweat popped out from.

“Yep, I just scooped it out of the place below your butt…All the sweat that hadn’t been soaked by your underwear, slid down to the bottom and started to accumulate in the form of droplets, like the moisture found on stalactites in caves. All I had to do was cup my hand and catch it all to get this much.” He told her how he gathered this much of her fluids in one fluid motion, which made her wonder how she knew that her sweat would gather there. “It was a good thing that your underwear isn’t too tight, or else it would have soaked up all this tantalising nectar that’s been brewing in your ass for a while. And that area of yours has probably accumulated sweat from every part of your butt, including your anus, so you should be able to get a thorough taste of your butt after drinking it.”

“I-I have to drink it?” She asked in disbelief, as thoughts of her sweat rolling down her anus and into that collection of dew swept through her head.

“Why? Do you not want to?” He asked. “If you really don’t, I could just drink it myself?”

“No!” She immediately declined his suggestion, not just because it was embarassing for her son to be drinking what came out of her ass, but also because she wanted to have a proper taste of that sour flavour she felt on her lips.

“I’ll drink my own sweat myself, so don’t you dare take it from me, Daddy!” She acted as if she held ownership of the fluid in his hand because it came from her and she wouldn’t give it to anyone else.

“Oh, I didn’t know you were that enthusiastic to drink your own ass juice, Abi.” He raised an eyebrow and looked at her in a funny manner, which made her blush. “Since you seem so eager to drink the sweat that’s in my hand, open your mouth wide so that I can pour it in.”

“You want me to drink it straight from your hand?” She wondered how her raw sweat would taste, fresh from the source.

“Why do you want some side dishes to go along with your sweat?” Her son asked, to which she quickly shook her head and pouted for making fun of her.