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

Chapter 253: Taking Turns Between Lips

Bella got what she desired, even if she had to sacrifice her pride for it and had to call someone younger than her her father. And she didn't seem to regret her decision for one second, as she was currently relishing having her tongue teased and sucked on while Kafka pulled her tongue into his mouth and continued to torment the poor thing, just like he did with Camila.

"Hmmm!?~ Mwah!?~ Haa!?~ Kiss!?~ Mmm!?~"

Bella also wasn't as stiff as before and started to run her hands along Kafka's back and even tickled Kafka's neck, which she had learned from watching her mother earlier, which made him much more aggressive with how he sucked and pulled on her lips.

"Mwah!?~ Slurp!?~ Ohh!?~ Suck!?~ Mmm!?~"

And Kafka reciprocated this by stuffing one hand into her pants and groping her ass so hard, like he was trying to squeeze water out of it like it was a sponge, but only received moans from Bella instead of water in the end.

He also held her breasts in his hands until the entirety of his palm was enveloped in the warm softness, like a freshly risen bun straight out of the oven, and circled her tense nipples with his thumb until he could even feel the small dots on her areola take shape.

"Mmm!?~ Smooch!?~ Ahhh!?~ Kiss!?~ Hmmm!?~"

Bella was having the time of her life and fully embracing the passionate time she was having with her mother's lover.

While Camila herself, who had been kissing Kafka's neck, was confused and bamboozled since even though Kafka's skin was smooth, transparent, and honestly so flawless that she herself was staring to get jealous of him and wanted to ask about his skincare routine, she was confused as to why she couldn't leave any hickeys on his skin no matter how hard she sucked on his skin.

"Ahh!?~ Mmmm!?~ Smack!?~ Smooch!?~ Hmmm!?~"

His skin was so pale that she would even believe it if he told her that he was suffering from anaemia, which should've made it easier for her to leave a mark on his body.

But for some reason it wasn't happening even after sucking on his skin for so long while she let her daughter have her time with Kafka's lips, which bamboozled her and even made her frustrated that she couldn't do anything to him when he had left an entire painting on his back yesterday, which mysteriously disappeared to her despair, which also confused her as well.

Little did she know that Kafka's body was different from the average and that trying to make a mark on his unblemished skin would be impossible unless she used a knife to cut his flesh. And even then, the scar would immediately vanish after healing due to his unique physique that was inherited from his mother up above.

After getting angry and vexed that she couldn't do anything to mark him as hers and maybe even get him in trouble with his mother when she sees the love bite for all the bullying she went through his hands, Camila gave up vehemently.

And knowing that there was no way Kafka was going to let her go down and lick his chest since he was quite sensitive there and didn't seem to like such things that put him in the passive position, she decided to move upwards to where her daughter and Kafka were currently locking lips and interrupt them.

"Mmm!?~ Smooch!?~ Ahhh!?~ Kiss!?~ Hmmm!?~"

Unlike Bella, who was afraid that Kafka might get irritated if she disturbed him, Camila didn't mind at all since she knew that Kafka would never get angry at her for wanting some attention.

And even if he did, she would gladly accept his rage if it meant that she could hear him berating her in the gloomy and distant tone he used on his daughter; that aroused her like a spark igniting a fire in her crotch and made her want him to dominate her body with that very dark look on his eyes, which she was sure that no woman could possibly resist and would naturally spread their legs when gazed under.

Bella was contentedly savouring her kiss with Kafka, completely forgetting all the worries she had brought back to her hometown and smooching his lips with her own with all her heart, that gave her great satisfaction and pleasure, to the point that she was sure that her underwear was just as drenched as her mother's.

This even made her wonder if she should use her mother's power over her boy toy so that she could relieve some stress that she had built up as well, since the past month had been quite hectic for her, and this was the first time in a while that she felt content and felt like she was living in the moment, instead of dreading about past events and worrying about what was to come in the future.

But unexpectedly, as she was thinking of getting Kafka's number later so that she could give him a call and have him comfort her under her mother's orders, even if it was a simple hug, since she found even that even a simple gesture like a hug from him was quite comforting and made her feel safe when it was from the boy in front of her, her mother's face suddenly popped out from the side.

Her mother had been busy working on his neck, which she could clearly hear with how loud her lips were smacking against Kafka's neck, and she thought that she would stay there until she herself was finished. But here she was, not even caring that she was interrupting her daughter's time with her lover, and to her surprise, she even started to give small pecks on both their cheeks.

"Smooch!?~ Smooch!?~ Kiss!?~ Smooch!?~ Sip!?~"

She would've been fine if she only focused on Kafka and kissed his face from the side. But after leaving a trail of kisses on his sharp jawline and one final wet kiss on his cheek, Camila started kissing Bella as well and was much more gentle with her daughter, unlike how she slid her tongue across Kafka's kiss and left a wet path wherever her lips went.

"Ahh!?~ Mmmm!?~ Smack!?~ Smooch!?~ Hmmm!?~"

Bella didn't know what to make of it at first since her lips were already occupied with Kafka's while her mother nibbled on her puffy cheeks, and it was way too much stimulation for her.

"Peck!?~ Peck!?~ Kiss!?~ Peck!?~ Taste!?~"

But the longer Camila spent leaving her wet marks on her daughter's skin, the more she got used to the sensation that brought her back to the warm days when she was a child who was pampered by her mother.

And along with the way Kafka was vigourously biting and sucking on her lips with no mercy, it gave her the best of both worlds of tender care and aggressive passion, which she slowly sunk into, not knowing there was such a pleasure, full of both love and lust out there, and wanted to stay on this sofa forever between her mother and the boy she had just met and melt away in this euphoric experience until the ends of time.

But, unfortunately for her, Kafka understood exactly what Camila wanted now, since it was clear from how she was attempting to grab his attention that she wanted some affection as well. So, to ensure that everyone had a bit of him, he stopped kissing Bella and went on to Camila's lips, which tasted much sweeter after sucking on Bella's lips all along.

"Mmm!?~ Mmm!?~ Kiss!?~ Mmm!?~ Slurp!?~"

Bella was first caught off guard, seeing as to how her mother had come in between them and was smooching her lover when it was supposed to be her time. But before she could even get frustrated and start doing exactly what her mother did and kissing Camila's cheeks all over as well to distract her, she felt her lips get enveloped again.

"Kiss!?~"

And when she saw who was putting his lips around hers and dragging on her tongue from the inside, she saw it was Kafka, who had stopped kissing Camila and returned to her.

"Mwah!?~ Mwah!?~ Smack!?~ Mwah!?~ Sip!?~"

Camila was also surprised at the sudden change and wanted to protest that it wasn't fair that her daughter got more time with him, when she was the one who stole him from next door. But before she could, she was also suddenly kissed, and the kiss was much wetter than usual, as if along with his lips, he brought her daughter's fluids as well.

"Kiss!?~"

And seeing as to how he was continuing to alter between their lips, it was clear that he was taking turns with both mother and daughter and would alternate whenever he felt it was right, so that he could have a proper taste of both of them at the same time.

"Mwah!?~ Slurp!?~ Ohh!?~ Suck!?~ Mmm!?~"

Camila was fine with what was going, and she saw this as an intimate bonding session with her daughter and made sure that her kisses were extra wet whenever she kissed Kakfa, to the point that her drool stared to leak out onto his lips, just so that she made sure her daughter got a taste of her fluids when he went to kiss her, which seemed to set a fire inside of her that couldn't be extinguished.

And this fire only burned more and more in her crotch to the extent that a viscous liquid had to be secreted by her private parts to cool her down when she saw how Kafka made sure to push down her saliva down her daughter's throat with his tongue, like he knew exactly what to do when he felt the abundant drool from Camila inside of his mouth, and she could feel her thighs turn wetter by the moment as she saw her daughter gulping all that she gave her down her throat...