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

Shake!~ Shake!~

"I-I think you should stop, mom. What you're doing right now isn't good for me or you..." I gritted my teeth and tried to make her stop pushing her bare bottom onto my crotch below, since there was an obvious problem arising that I didn't know if my mother would like or not.

Grind~ Grind~

"Stop what, Kafi? You mean this~....Should I stop doing this?~" My mother was having way too much fun annoying me and did the exact opposite of what I said, by grinding her asscheeks against my thighs to the point where it felt like I could feel her smooth skin drag against my naked thighs. And she even started to hug me so that she could put more force and pressure on my lap.

Bounce~ Bounce~

"Well, it sucks to be you, because I'm not stopping no matter what you say, just like how you did in the past." She said even though she didn't really care about what had happened when I was a child, and was only doing so because she thought it was fun to play around with me. "You have to go through whatever I did without any complaints, no matter how uncomfortable it is for you for making me mad."

My mother looked like she had no intentions of stopping her rocking rampage and even looked to be enjoying my face, which was slowly getting more and more distorted every time I could feel her juicy ass spill out from the sides of my thighs because of how fat they were. And not mention her overwhelming breasts that collided into me due to her violent movements that were making the chair shake.

"No, mom, the issue isn't that what you're doing is uncomfortable..." I said from the depths of my throat, like I was holding something back within me, while my mother grinded her half-naked body all over me with a delighted expression on her face.

"The problem is that it's feeling a little too comfortable, which is making my body react in a certain way that's not really favourable for you."

"Huh? What does that even mean, Kafi?" My mother asked with a perplexed look on her face, while scrunching her eyebrows like she was thinking that I was simply saying random stuff to throw her off. "Why are you twisting your words and talking in puzzles?...Can't you just be more direct and tell me what you're talking abou-...Hyaa!~~...W-What was that?!"

Poke~

Out of nowhere, my mother's blue eyes went wide, and she let out a loud shriek as if she felt a snake go past her leg, and she tightly held onto my arm and pulled her ass off my lap, like it was suddenly uncomfortable for her to sit on me.

"That feeling just now...A-As if something hard just poked my butt. What in the world was that, Kafi?" My mother asked me with a suspicious and nervous look on her face while she looked around to see if there were any ghosts with a stick around that were poking her butt.

"Don't ask me. My hands are both up here..."

I shook my head and said ignorantly like I had no idea what she was talking about so that she could find out on her own what she's dealing with, since it seemed quite intriguing to witness my simple-minded mother's reaction to that part of me that was growing as we spoke.

"No, no, Kafi. There's no way it could've been your hands." She shook her head and immediately denied it, like she was sure it wasn't me sneakily groping her ass. "What I felt was much more harder and actually a bit longer, as if I could suddenly feel a metal rod under my ass, so it definitely can't be your hands."

"Then why don't you sit back on my lap and see if that feeling is still there, mom? Maybe that rod-like thing is still underneath and hasn't gone anywhere." I said with a knowing smile on my face, seeing that my mother was pulling herself up from my lap as if she were still a little frightened by that sudden feeling she felt.

My mother nodded her head at my suggestion and let go of my hand to seat herself back on my lap. But the moment she did, her eyes lit up again, and her ass shivered as if something had poked her butt once again.

"Y-You're right, Kafi...That pipe-like thing is still there, and I can actually feel it protruding out of your lap." My mother said with furrowed eyebrows as she moved her ass around to see what it was by examining it with her buttcheeks. "It feels like whatever it was is coming out from right in between your legs, and is quite long and sturdy, as if you're hiding a metal pipe in your pants."

"...No, judging by its size and shape, it should be much bigger than that and is more like a sturdy baseball bat.

Yeah, that should be right, there's no way a tiny pipe can compare to whatever's inside your pants." My mother changed her assumption after finding out that it was larger than she initially thought, after gripping the object between her asscheeks and checking exactly how hard it was, by the way the hard object didn't budge no matter how she squeezed her cheeks.

"Even after you said all that, mom, do you still not know what the object in my pants is?" I said with a wry smile on my face, wondering if my mother was just really innocent or if she was just acting that way.

"I really don't know, Kafi." She answered ignorantly while pushing her bouncy ass onto the stiff object below, which made her juicy meat warp its shape to that of the rod below like it was a mold. "Do you know what it is?"

"Well, I may or may not know...But I think it's better if you find out by yourself, mom, by slipping your hands under your legs and checking to see what it really is." I said as I brought her hands towards my lap and waited to see her find out what it was that was actually poking her from behind.

"What could it actually be, Kafi, that you're hyping it up so much and want me to find it myself?" She said as she lifted her buttocks and plunged her hands underneath to see for herself what it was.

"It's probably just the TV remote that you probably left in your pocket or your phone that you just can't seem to live without and use all the time...Why are you making out to be something so mysterious?"

My mother rolled her eyes at the way I was acting, like it was childish in her eyes, and started feeling up the object underneath by wrapping her fingers around it and giving it a squeeze.

Sqeeze~ Grope~

But all of a sudden, a surprised expression appeared on her face, as if she didn't expect the rod-like object in her hand to feel the way it was, and she looked like she couldn't seem to recall what it actually was and was struggling to figure it out.

"What's wrong, mom?" My lips curled into a grin while I felt a certain part of my body getting intimately massaged by my mother without her acknowledgement and getting warmed up by her soft hands.

"It doesn't feel like a remote or phone, does it?...It feels like something that you've never felt before right, with how stiff and hard it is, like it's waiting to burst out of my pants and go up into your fat ass?...Just what could it possibly be?"