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

"Feeding you while you sat on my lap was always my intention in the first place." I said as I grabbed her by the waist and pulled her closer to me so that her ass was right on top of my crotch and the sides of her bulging chest were pressed against mine. "And why would you even think that I won't enjoy my meal when I've got such a soft and warm body to hug while I eat my dinner?"

I wrapped my hands around her so that I could feel her body's warmth and smushed my face into her overwhelming breasts, which felt like giant airbags.

"But really, though..." I said as I moved my face around her breasts and breathed in its aroma, which smelled like coco milk for some reason, as if her breast milk had spilled out into her caramel skin and combined to make that sweet smell. "Just how big are your breasts, Abi...I'm pretty sure that kids your age don't even have a fraction of what these fatty mounds possess."

I pulled my hands up from her waist and started feeling up her underboobs, which was where most of the volume of her breasts rested on. That part of her sweater was also particularly moist compared to the rest, because that's where most of the sweat from her breasts had accumulated, which left my hands covered in her body fluids even though I wanted to keep them clean for dinner.

I guess that no matter how much I try to keep myself dry when it comes to playing with my mother, her sultry body of hers would always find a way to cover me in her pheromones, no matter what I tried to do.

"Even your mother was quite normal-sized when she was your age and only hit her growth spurt when she started going to college.

But look at you having these gigantic knockers that have no place on this tiny body of yours...It's like you're trying to show off to the whole world how big your jugs are and make yourself a public attraction wherever you go." I wriggled my finger under her breasts and squeezed her gently, like I was trying to measure how much each breast weighed in my hand.

I then looked up at her panting figure, who was moving around in my arms with limpid eyes while feeling her chest groped by her son, and asked,

"Just how did your breasts get so big, Abi...Did you play with them every day so that they could get fatter and fatter as the days went by?"

"Hnnn!~...N-No, Daddy. It's not like that~" My mother held my hand that was groping her and shimmied her butt into my lap in ecstacy. "T-They just started growing up on their own when I started highschool...Once they started, t-they just didn't stop and kept on growing until I had to buy new brassieres every year...Shhh!~..."

"I see..." I said as I felt her purple bra through her clothes, which should also be recently bought according to her words. "But along with your breasts that have been growing with you for your whole life, I also feel something else growing on your tits right now, Abi."

"Hnn!~...W-What's that, Daddy?" She bit her lips with watery eyes and looked below to see what I was talking about. "I-I don't see anything growing on me."

"Well, you really can't see it since it's covered by your clothes, but if I take your hand and put your finger right here..." I held her hands and placed them on her breasts, and then brought the tip of her fingers to the outermost point of her boobs that were hanging below like fruit. "I think you should understand what I'm talking about."

She pushed her fingers into her breasts, which sank like quick sand, and would probably go down even further if her bra wasn't blocking the way, like she was trying to see what was growing on her chest. But judging by the way her face turned even more redder after feeling up her breasts, I guessed that she didn't need to go any further down to understand what I was talking about.

"Do you feel that, Abi? Do you feel the tip that's protruding out of your breasts and is growing harder as we speak?" I pushed her hands into her breasts even further, so that she could thoroughly feel the cherry-like object on her breasts that actually pushed back when you pushed on it. "If you can feel it, can you tell me what that is, Abi, since Daddy here can't really recall what it's called?"

"Don't be silly, Daddy~ It's so obvious that you already know what that is, since you're the one who made it grow so much when it was so soft before~" She said coquettishly while giving me a flirtatious look with her eyes, as she felt up the object on her chest that was trying its best to break free from her clothes.

"But since you're acting all so ignorant so that I say it with my own mouth, let me tell you that this is Abi's nipple that turned so hard after you played with my breasts and tortured Abi's ass earlier."

"And if you still don't understand what it is that's poking out of my breasts, then Abi can just remove my clothes to show it to you, Daddy." She said as she held the hems of her sweater like she was going to remove it for me.

"And if you treat me just right, Daddy, and make me feel special all night, I might even give you a chance to have a bite of my nipples since you just seem to love to taste every part of your daughter's body, especially the most embarrassing parts so much~"

Pull~

My mother pulled her sweater up to her abdomen, revealing her delicate belly button that plunged inward like a sinkhole and her tummy, which had a few fleshy flaps that stacked on top of one another because of the way she sat.

Tug~

But before she could pull her clothes any more upwards and reveal her humongous breasts to me, which would surely push and collide onto my chest if they were released, I quickly pulled her sweater down and said,

"I'll definitely have a bite of your tiny nipples, Abi, and leave them cold and completely covered in my saliva..."

I then scooped a spoonful of beef stew and brought it towards my mother's mouth.

"...But before that, have a taste of this stew you made and tell me what it tastes like. I'm pretty sure you're hungry after this long night, so I'll let you have the first bite."

My mother didn't understand why I was denying her advances when I was a pervert who craved after my mother's body more than anything in the world. But since she got to have her son spoon-feed her, which was something she always dreamed of happening, she let go of her sweater and accepted my offering of food with a satisfied look on her face.

I also heaved a sigh of relief seeing that she was happily relishing the taste of the stew she made, like she was currently the happiest girl in the world right now who had everything she had ever wanted since I didn't know if I would be able to control myself if her knockers came out and into the open.

Who knows if I would just start slurping on her breasts all night long and completely forget about the request given, which would lead me to turning into fertiliser for the fields like the God Ivanova said?

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