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

Chapter 153: Sweet Home Alabama

"...And then my mother would make me remove that same bra I put on in such a way that I did it in a matter of a second.

And would make me repeatedly do the same thing over and over again during our practice sessions we had every day, until I could do it without her feeling anything on her back being taken off." I softly flicked my fingers on Camila's back, like I was trying to show her how I practiced with my mother.

"O-Oh...I-I see." Camila pushed back her hair and waved her hands at her face to cool herself down after hearing just what unutterable things I was doing with my mother. But she also couldn't help but wonder if I would do the same if I were her son, which made her body's temperature grow hotter by the second.

"...S-So you used to practice with your mother every day to get so good at removing a girl's underwear."

"No, to be more exact, the practice sessions were in the night, where my mother would sneak out of her room and come into mine, where we would practice 'all night long' on my bed..." I said while grabbing her hips and feeling them up, and did so slowly so that I didn't alert the owner of such wide hips, which Camila didn't seem too bothered about since she was caught up in the story I was telling, like she was reading a really spicy smut novel that was making her imagination go wild.

"Why exactly did your mother sneak out of her room and come into yours in such a suspicious manner?...D-Did she have anything she wanted to hide?" She asked with an avid look on her face, a little too immersed in the story, which she couldn't help but want to know more about, no matter how taboo it felt to hear since it was so interesting.

While at the same time, she was rubbing her butt on my lap, like she was both excited and scared to hear what I was going to say next.

"Of course it's because my father was sleeping with her in their bedroom, and she didn't want to alert him when he was sleeping. Or else he might wake up in the middle of the night and find out what exactly me and his wife were doing in the middle of the night; with his son's hands all over his beloved wife's breasts, and freak out when he sees the sight."

Huff~ Huff~ Huff~

Camila's breath hastened to the extent that I could clearly see her hot breath leaving her mouth when she thought of how it would be for any father out there to suddenly open his son's room one night to suddenly find your son, who you loved so much, playing with your wife's massive breasts like he had forgotten that the woman he had his hands all over on was his mother who birthed him, and not his illicit lover he met up with every night to have a little late-night fun.

Camila's face was flushed, and she looked like she was about to faint from all the blood rushing to her head when she heard about my bizarre family scenario. But she was holding onto her dear life so that she could hear more of my story, which she just couldn't stop listening to.

"But wait...If you know that your father would freak out if he saw you and your mother playing around without one another without any clothes, then doesn't that also mean you too understand just how taboo of a situation that is you were in with your own mother??"

Camila seemed to have thought that I was simply ignorant of matters such as familial boundaries, and I wasn't really aware of what to do and what not to do with a family member for some unknown reason.

But after hearing what I said, she realised that I wasn't really ignorant and knew exactly how forbidden my relationship with my mother was, which shocked her to the extreme since she wasn't expecting me to be fully aware of the inappropriate things I was doing with her.

This should've made her feel disgusted at me for doing such lewd things to the person who raised me her whole life and bore me in her womb for nine long months, knowing how deplorable and despicable it was to do such vulgar things with your own mother.

But for some reason, like a pervert that got off to such kinky and incestuous scenarios, it only managed to turn her on and arouse her even more, which was obvious with the way she was biting her pink lips so that she didn't let out any squeels in excitement.

And also by the eye-catching sight of her nipple that was exposed to me, which was starting to grow out of the pocket in the middle of her areola and was visibly becoming harder every time I added details to my story.

I knew that older women and girls in general liked spicy stories that were forbidden in nature, which was the reason I didn't worry that Camila would be immediately repulsed when she heard my family situation and would want to know more about it out of her innate curiosity as a woman who was into such kinky things.

And then, after seeing how positively she was taking the story, I would escalate it even more and add more details, which was the plan I had in mind.

But I didn't think that Camila here, being the graceful adult she was, would be so turned on by what I was telling her that her nipples started to poke out of her chest after being aroused so much.

And her back, which was as pale as paper before, was starting to turn a shade of pink, almost as if she were a young girl who was reading smut for the first time on the internet, which was quite intriguing to see.

"Come on, Kafka!~ Don't leave me hanging now, and tell me if you knew what you were doing with your mother was wrong or not!~" She urged me to answer her question as if she hated being left on a cliffhanger and seemed more interested in my family situation and how it all came to be than the morality of the entire scene.

She had completely lost her mind to the story I was telling, like she was watching a gripping drama, and looked like she would jump off my lap and strangle me on the spot if I stopped the gossip now.

"Well, the thing is, I do know that what I'm doing with my mother would be considered as something taboo by society, and should never be done since it was forbidden to have such a relationship with your own mother who raised you..." Camila nodded her head, both because she agreed with what I said and because she wanted to hasten the pace of my gossip.

"...But fortunately or unfortunately, which I still don't know till now, my mother and I have a rather close relationship with one another where we openly talk with one another and express our feelings without holding back due to our relationship, which is all because of the culture of the place where we came from that influenced us to be like this."

"...Where you came from?" Camila thought of the talk she had with my mother yesterday and tried to remember where we lived before we came to this town. "But didn't your mother say that you came from Laliga City to escape the busy life and settle down here, where it's much more peaceful?...How come I have never heard such a popular place, having such customs as the ones you just said?"

"Ah yes, we did shift our home from the city." I said, not knowing which city she was talking about. "But before we lived there, we stayed in a small town called 'Alabama' up in the North, which is also my mother's hometown."

I decided to start setting up the 'Great Alabama Backstory' so that all the ladies who I'll meet in the future wouldn't find my relationship with my mother to be strange and would be able to adapt to it better when they find out about our intimate relationship.

"Alabama?...I don't think I've ever heard of that place." Camila looked up at the ceiling to remember where that place was while pushing up her breasts after realising that they were slipping out of her hands, which was a great pity since her pink nipples were quite the eye candy.

"It's quite normal that you don't know the place, since it's a really small town in the woods that isn't even on the maps because of how isolated it is from the rest of the world." I said, while wondering if there was an actual 'Alabama' equivalent in this world.

"And what the people in that town are known for, or at least what the locals think of when they think of Alabama, is the 'special bond' that mothers and sons have throughout the long history of that place, that has been carried forth all the way up until now."

"Special bond? What kind of special bond?" Camila scooted her ass up my lap, so that she could hear me better.

But seeing her struggle so much, I just held her by the hips, which made her let out a yelp from the sudden cold sensation of my hands on her bare skin, and quickly lifted her up and put her right next to me where she could comfortably lie on my chest and hear what I was saying.

"A special bond in the sense where my mother and I had a much more open-minded relationship that wasn't barred by any social restraints, and a relationship where we spoke our minds to one another without really holding back due to our roles in each other's life." I said and was surprised to see that Camila didn't struggle with her new seating position on my lap like I thought she would and just chose to accept it as long as she heard what I was saying more clearly.

She didn't even mind it when I slipped my hands around her waist to pull her in closer and just held her breasts tighter so that I couldn't see much of it, which wasn't working since I could see a vivid blubber of milky mass, which was her squished-up chest, from above.

"I also spent more time with my mother because of the nature of our relationship and learned more from her than from my father, which is probably why I seem so much different from the rest of the men in this world." Camila nodded her head like what I said made a lot of sense to her, since it really was the first time she had met an enigma like me who was respectful towards women and treated them as equals without any ego.

"I see...So because of the place you grew up and the customs there, you basically see your mother as a best friend who you could share your thoughts with, knowing that she wouldn't judge you with her role as your parent and also as a figure who instilled all the principles into you that you follow even now." Camila formed a vague idea of my fake relationship with my mother in her head, which was fine with me since it was exactly what I wanted.

"Yeah, something like that." I agreed while playing around with her chubby belly that resembled that of freshly churned butter, while Camila couldn't be bothered about what I was doing to her since she was too deep into her thoughts.

"But wait..." She suddenly realised that her initial doubt hadn't been cleared up yet, and she still didn't know why I had such an intimate relationship with my mother. "I understand that you and your mother are quite close because of the place you were brought up in, but that still doesn't explain why your mother was teaching you how to remove bras in your room."

"...Or, is that also some kind of culture in your hometown, where mothers had to teach their sons how to remove bras so that they didn't struggle with their partners in the future." Camila said, which sounded like a joke, but it actually wasn't seeing how genuine she looked while asking it, almost as if she wanted to know more about the culture of the place I grew up in since it seemed so interesting and also a bit 'exotic', which satisfied her immoral fantasies between my mother and me, which she craved to hear more about.

...But who would've thought that this simple conversation with Camila would lead to her cumming all over herself and drenching the entire sofa in her love juice, without me even doing anything to make her orgasm in such an intense manner, which she all brought upon herself after only hearing a few words of mine.