God of Milfs: The Gods Request Me To Make a Milf Harem-Chapter 88: Irrefutable Requests

My mother tried to back up from where she sat since she wanted to get away from me and escape from my clutches, but only ended up in the same place because of how slippery the floor was from her fluids.

She looked so terrified that she looked like she'd rather sit down and bathe in her liquids than come with me, but she knew that there was no way I would allow that to happen, so she got up slowly while using my hand to support herself.

"Careful, mom. Make sure you don't slip and break your back, since it would be really hard to explain to the doctor as to why you hurt your back while being covered in your cum, especially with your son by your side." I joked while holding her wet hand, which felt both soft and viscous to touch.

"Stop it, Kafi! You're mother may be old, but she hasn't gotten senile enough to be slipping over some water on the ground!" She barked in anger and pinched my hand, seeing that I was making fun of her.

"Well, if you do ever slip on your cum, I'll just say that I won't be the one explaining to the doctor about what happened, and it's all on you, mom." I ignored her angry gaze that was pointed towards me, and held her tightly, and made sure that she didn't actually fall while walking towards the table since it seemed like something she would do.

My mother looked like she was going to pinch me once again, but once she noticed that I was escorting her like a princess towards the dining table, she lost all her anger and happily jumped on my hand and held it tightly like I was her boyfriend escorting her home.

"Don't hold on to me like that, mom...You're getting your cum all over my arm." I complained and looked at her figure, which was putting half her weight on me, like I was her main support.

"What else am I supposed to do, Kafi, when my leggings aren't coming up my legs and are stuck near my knees?" She said as she tried to pull up her blue leggings that I had pulled down, which made it hard for her to walk properly. "I already struggle to put them on because of how tight they are, and now that they're wet, it makes it even harder for me to put them on."

"I don't really think that's it's the leggings problem or because of how wet they are right now." I grabbed her ass, which made a 'sploch' sound because of how wet it was after sitting bare butt on the wet ground for so long.

"I think the main reason you can't fit into your leggings or any pants in general is because of how fat your ass is...An ass that's as plump and juicy as yours is bound to cause many problems, so don't go on blaming the pant companies for making small pants when it's your ass that's causing the main problem."

"Hmm~~...P-Problem? Is it that you see Mommy's butt as a problem?" She asked as she felt her ass get groped by her son and held me more tightly so that she didn't spasm to the ground once again because of how sensitive her ass was.

"The only problem I would face with your butt mom is if I don't fuck it every day and leave my white mark over your supple brown skin." I slipped my hand into her asscheeks, which made her shiver all over. "Other than that, I don't have any problem with you or your butt mom, since you're simply a sex symbol that has no imperfections."

"Oh, Kafi!~ You dirty boy!~ Who taught you to talk to your mother in such a dirty manner~" She scolded me like a mother scolding her child for cursing, even though she loved hearing every word, judging by the look of exhilaration in her eyes.

"With a body as sultry and exotic as yours, the words just naturally come out of my mouth when I see you, mom." I looked down at her well-proportioned figure that was walking beside me in my arm. "And you don't really have to worry about your leggings, since you're going to be removing them anyway."

"Why is that?" She asked as I sat on my chair beside the dining table after arriving in the kitchen, while she stood right in front of me with her half-drenched blue leggings hanging around her knees.

Even though she was mostly naked below; revealing her plump thighs that each carried enough meat to feed a small village and her delicate feet that were currently covered in her love juices, her pussy which I still haven't seen with my own eyes, was hidden because she was covering it with her sweater. ƒree𝑤ebnσvel.com

It seemed that she was fine with me seeing and playing with her butt since I had already experienced it for myself, but she was still embarrassed to show her hidden garden and was pulling her maroon sweater down to her hips to cover it up.

"Why else other than to wipe you down, mom? It's not like I can just clean you up while your pants are still on your legs." I answered her question while she stuffed her sweater into her thighs even more, seeing that I was trying to see her pussy that was hiding from me.

"So can you do me a favour and quickly remove your clothes below, as I don't want you to get a cold after being drenched for so long."

"Are you really concerned that I would get a cold, or do you have any other intentions in mind when you ask me to take off my clothes?" My mother asked suspiciously, like she wasn't willing to get tricked by my words again.

"So what if I have other intentions in mind? What if I'm asking you to take off your clothes to see your bare pussy?" I leaned forward on my chair and asked in a tone as if I were saying, 'What are you going to do about it?'. "Are you really going to deny my request, mom? Are you going to refuse your beloved son's request to see what his mother's naked pussy looks like?"

Her body shivered at my words as if each syllable I pronounced deeply resonated with the will of her body, and she looked like she wanted to say that she would refuse my request for acting arrogant in front of her. But even though she wanted to refuse, the words didn't come from her mouth, and she was left there, standing in an agitated manner, unable to refuse any order made by her son.

"Hmph! Don't take this the wrong way, Kafi! Mommy isn't taking off my pants because you said so, and I have the power to deny your words if I want to!" She bent down and started taking off her leggings, while glaring at me with a fierce look in her eyes.

"It's just that Mommy is feeling a little cold right now, so I'm taking off my pants...It's definitely not because you said so, so don't get too cocky!"

"Sure, sure...Whatever you say." I said with a wry smile on my face, seeing her act like a child and trying to regain her face and power as my mother, even though I had completely dominated her and made her into someone who wouldn't refuse my words no matter how lecherous they were.