God of Milfs: The Gods Request Me To Make a Milf Harem - Chapter 83

Chapter 83: Making Her Mine – l
“Yes, not bad at all, mom. Not bad at all.” I reaffirmed what she said, which made her beam with joy, showing that she really cared about my personal opinion. “But could you get up first, because no matter what you say or do, I don’t think I can take it seriously coming from a woman who’s bathing in her own piss.” I looked down at my mother, who was sitting on the transparent fluid below, and shook my head in dismay.

“Kafi!” She shouted in embarrassment with a flushed look on her face. “This puddle below me isn’t made of pee! It’s actually my-…”

She suddenly stopped talking after realising what she was going to say.

“My what? What is made off?” My lips curled up as I looked down at her hesitating figure. “If you don’t say anything and stay quiet like that, I’m just going to assume that my own mother pissed herself in front of her son…If you don’t want that to happen, tell me what liquid you squirted out of your body.”

My mother’s ears turned even more red when she heard me asking for what she leaked out shamelessy, and she glared at me in an adorable manner for asking such a question to my own mother. But seeing that I was still looking down on her with slight disdain in my eyes, she got scared, thinking that I really might take it the wrong way, so she quickly said

“Kafi, y-you might not know this since you’re still a young child who doesn’t know about a lot, but what mommy is sitting on isn’t my pee but something else c-called c-cum which women secrete every once in a while.” Her face slowly turned pure red from her ears to her nose, like a tomato, as she explained to me the mysterious liquid she was sitting on, like she was giving her son a basic sex education.

“Oh really~” I said in an amused manner, like I was just learning of what she said. “Then where does this ‘cum’ liquid you speak of come from, mom? Does it also come from your pussy?”

“Y-Yes, it also comes from your mother’s vagina.” She timidly said and followed along with my ignorance, like she still saw me as an innocent boy even after what I just did to her, which was actually quite heartwarming and lewd at the same time. “But unlike pee that comes when you drink too much water, secreting out cum from down there occurs because of an entirely different reason.”

“What reason is that?” I crouched down in front of her so that I could see her ravishingly beautiful face, while she answered my rather perverted questions, that one should never be asking their own mother. “For what reason did you cum all over the floor, like you said?”

“W-Well, as embarassing as it is, a woman normally c-cums when she feels something really, really good in her body, Kafi…It isn’t just any comfortable feeling that she may feel that will make her cum, but more of a carnal sensation that she may feel from deep within when she’s with her partner.” She thoroughly explained even though her face was drastically warming up, as if she didn’t want to skimp out any vital information just because she was embarrassed and wanted to make sure that I was properly educated in the ways of a woman for the future.

“So, does that mean that you came because you felt something good, mom?” I asked as I used my mother’s secretion to draw something on the floor, which she saw and couldn’t help but turn away because she couldn’t look at the sight of her son playing with her ejaculate. “You came so hard that you wet the floor and fell right on top of it, just because you felt some sort of irresistible pleasure in your body?”

She shyly nodded her head and pulled down her maroon sweater so that it covered her pussy that wasn’t covered, since her leggings were still pulled down to her knees, exposing her bare butt that was lying on top of the cold floor in the process.

“Then, what made you cum like that, mom?” I asked as I wrote ‘mother’s cum’ on the floor with her own sweet honey, which made her bite her lips in humiliation. “What made you cum so hard that half the available liquids in your body leaked out like a broken faucet, and splashed onto the floor and made it all wet and dirty?”

“Y-You already know that, Kafi. Why are you asking me that again and trying to embarrass your own mother?…Does mommy really look that easy to bully to you?” She said in a pitiful manner and tried to stand up against her son, who was playing with her this whole time.

But when she saw me continue to stare at her with no change in my expression, she immediately lost the courage she had and looked away from me, like a timid wife not daring to stare at her husband for too long.

“No, mom. As much as I enjoy seeing the cute expressions you make when you get teased and your flushed face when I say something even a bit vulgar, I’m actually not asking you to tell me how you came just so that I can see you embarrassed.” I admitted that I enjoyed the variety of expressions she made when I bullied her, which made her pout and glare at me in a lovable manner. “I’m only asking you because I want to hear you tell me how and why you came all over the floor.”

My face turned more solemn, like I was asking her to make a vow of obedience.

“I want to make sure you understand who it was that made you splatter your love juice all over the walls and spasm to the ground because you couldn’t handle the pure ecstasy you felt in that moment, just in case you ever forget.”

“So tell me, mom…” I looked deeply into her beautiful blue eyes, which were slightly shaking in trepidation right now. “Who was it that made such a sweet and lovely woman, who has such a playful and positive nature, into the woman in front of me who’s pussy, is still throbbing from the aftereffects, and is shamelessly sitting on the ground with her fluids drenched all over her…Tell me so that I know that you didn’t forget.”

“I-It was you, Kafi…” She looked at me coquettishly, as she answered my question like a shy little girl. “It was you who made me the woman I am now.”