God of Milfs: The Gods Request Me To Make a Milf Harem - Chapter 93

Chapter 93: Taste Of Your Milk
“Really?…I don’t want to force you to do anything.” I said with a grin on my face, while my mother was looking at my hand with hesitation in her eyes and also a bit of curiosity, which made me wonder if she was actually curious as to how her insides tasted.

“No, it’s fine, Kafi. I’ll have a taste myself.” She said with a firm look in her eyes, regaining the confidence to do what she said.

“Well, if you’re so desperate to know what your insides taste like, then go for it.” I pushed my hand out towards her.

“I’m not desperate for such a dirty thing! I’m just doing it so that you don’t!” She said, and glanced at my fingers one more time.

And then, after making up her mind and hyping herself up, she immediately plunged her mouth towards my hand and put my middle finger in her mouth.

Suck~

Only the tip of my finger, which was covered in her fluids, was under her lips, which felt so soft and succulent to touch like the fleshy part of a juicy mango, and she didn’t look like she was going to go any further than that.

Slurp~

And like how one would suck off the meat off a tender chicken wing in one go, she sucked my finger as hard as she could so that she didn’t leave any of her fluids behind. And pulled out her mouth, which felt so hot and wet to touch, like it was full of warm oil, and slurped off everything on my finger. Not even a droplet or smear of her anal fluids were left on my finger, and it was all replaced by a layer of her sparkling saliva that I didn’t mind at all eating my dinner with, since I believed it would only add a sweet taste to the dishes.

Suck~ Slurp~ Suck~ Slurp~

She didn’t stop right there and quickly made her way to the other two fingers that had some of her fluids on them and did the same she did to the first finger by pushing my fingers deep into her mouth, chomping down on them with her pink lips, and pulling her mouth out, which also dragged all of her anal honey into her mouth.

She also did it in such a way that she held back her hair that was hanging in front of her while also bending down and looking at me right in the eyes with a graceful look on her face, which made the action of her sucking off my fingers way more elegant and erotic at the same time.

If she could already suck a slender finger so well and make me have devious thoughts about what her mouth could do, one could already imagine how it would feel to have your cock sucked off by her. Even though she looks so innocent and clumsy in the way she does things, I bet that my mother would give some mean head that would make me gasp for air as I shove your dick down her throat.

“Kafi, what’s wrong? Why are you looking at Mommy in a daze like that?” My mother asked as she stood in front of me and looked to be swallowing whatever she sucked off my hand.

She didn’t immediately swallow it like I thought she would and let the accumulated anal secretion stay in her mouth a bit, like she was trying to find out how it tasted and felt in her mouth.

Slush~ Slush~

She even swished her tongue around her mouth, like she was testing the intricacies of its aroma in her mouth, as if she were at a fine wine tasting.

Gulp~ Swallow~

After relishing its flavour for a few seconds and finding out how exactly it tasted, she tried to swallow it all down her throat in one gulp. But because her fluid was so viscous and thick, she had a hard time downing it and didn’t look like she enjoyed the process.

“Nothing…I was just wondering what it tasted like.” I said, as I saw her throat move up and down and swallow whatever was left in her mouth.

“Don’t even ask, Kafi. It tastes so horrible, like I’m eating some kind of bitter and salty jelly.” She explained the taste while sticking out her tongue, like she just drank pure bitter gourd juice. “My sweat tasted so much better than whatever this is, and can’t even compare.”

“Oh, so you have a preference now?” I said with a sly smile on my face, while she realised that she was unintentionally ranking her bodily fluids.

“N-No, I just said so that you have a reference since you’re so keen on knowing what every part of me tastes like.” She said in a fluster and quickly pulled her sweater down when she realised that she was exposing herself again, while I could still see her fat ass sticking out from the back.

“Well, that is true, but sadly, there is a part of you that I can’t taste for now.” I said while wiping off the saliva on my fingers. “One that I want to taste with all my heart, but will have to wait for the fated day for it to happen.”

“What part is that?” She asked with a curious look on her face, wanting to know what it was that was driving her son crazy.

“Your milk…” I said as I stared at her overwhelming breasts, which were bulging out of her chest and were probably the reason she’s suffering from back pain. “Your breastmilk that I won’t be able to taste for now, which probably tastes like the sweetest nectar from the heavens…That’s what I want to have a sip off.”

Seeing my penetrating gaze on her chest and hearing my vulgar words about the sweet milk her chest could produce, instantly alerted her like a cat that had its tail stepped on, and she immediately covered her chest with one of her hands while the other pulled down her sweater, and she stared at me with a flushed look on her face, wondering how her son could be so perverted.

“But my thirst for your breastmilk won’t stay unquenched for too long, so I’m not too affected by it since it’s simply a matter of waiting for it to come.” I said some suspicious words, which made her look at me weirdly, like she didn’t know what I was talking about.

But as slow as she was on picking up on my vulgar words, she still realised what I was trying to say, which made her face slowly turn red as a cherry, and I could almost see her steaming on the top of her head like a hot bun.

“W-What do you mean by that, Kafi?” She asked even though it was obvious she already knew what I was talking about. “What do you mean that it’s simply a matter of waiting for you to be able to d-drink my breast milk?”

Since she didn’t want to accept and acknowledge what I said, I also acted ignorant of my own words and threw my hands into the air and said,

“Who knows? I just said something on a whim, so don’t take it too seriously.”

She looked like she wanted to kick me in the shin for mocking her and looking so careless at the same time, but stopped herself, knowing that she was the one who started it, and looked away with a harumph.