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

"Come on, Abi...I thought you wanted to see what you could do that other women couldn't do, no matter how they dreamed of it...Why are you suddenly complaining now, after I've shown your special ability?" He gave a carefree smile, even though his hand was lodged in her ass and wouldn't come out no matter how much he tried to pull it out.

But it wasn't like he was complaining and was actually enjoying the sensation of his entire hand being submerged in her mother's fat ass cheeks, which hung on her behind.

"I thought it was something else that seemed more decent...Not something as vulgar as making me shake my butt while your hand is still inside of me!" She exclaimed, while her son pushed his finger down on her innards, which sent her flying ass down like she was trying to smack her own son's face with her ass.

Whoosh~

"What even is so good at being able to control my ass, Daddy?" She complained about her abnormal sensitivity, which was the cause of all this. "I literally see no way this can benefit the both of us and is completely useless in nature."

"I don't know about you, but the way I can control your booty with just a flick of my finger is pretty useful for me as it allows me to do a lot of activities that I wouldn't normally be able to do." He said with certain intentions in mind. " ...Like how I can make you shake your butt up and down like you're twerking in front of me, by pushing my finger up and down inside you."

"Twerking? What's that?" She hadn't heard that word before, but she knew it was something bad since it came out of her perverted son's mouth.

"It's basically what you're going to do now." He said like he was going to show her an example without any needless explanation.

"Huh? How would I do that twerking thing, when I don't even know what it means. It simply doesn't make any-...W-Wait!...D-Daddy! Why is my butt shaking like that?!...Are you the one doing this?!" She shouted in fright when her words were interrupted by her bouncing ass, which was moving up and down and bouncing all over the place without her control.

Bounce~ Bounce~

Not only did her fat ass flap around all over, it also brought all its meat with it, which sloshed all over the place from the violent movements caused by her butt.

She had no control over her ass whatsoever, and her buxom behind just rose up and down repeatedly in front of her son's face, almost going fast enough that it could generate a breeze that could push back her son's neatly parted hair.

And the way her ass moved so vigorously made all the fat that stuck on her butt jiggle like it was made of sweet pudding, which almost produced the sound of her ass cheeks clapping onto one another because of the way she was twerking her bare ass in her living room, while her son watched a few inches away with wide eyes, like he was watching the greatest performance this world has ever seen.

Clap~ Slap~ Clap~

Her cheeks should have actually been clapping onto one another and should've produced the sound of slabs of meat smacking into each other, but because her son's hand was still jammed up her ass, they simply hit onto his wrist and barley made any sound.

But this ultimately worked in her son's favour, as even though he couldn't hear the heavenly choir of his mother's clapping cheeks, he could still enjoy the feeling of her mounds of brown fat slapping onto his wrist every time they went down, which he was enjoying with a satisfied look on his face as if he were receiving a special massage focused on his hand.

If just a little drizzle of oil was added in between her cheeks, then her son was sure that this butt massage he was receiving from his mother could cure any type of sore pain in his hands and make anyone feel like they were reborn into this world because of how pleasant and comfortable it felt.

"D-Daddy! I-I know that you're the one who's making me shake my butt like this!...Hmm!~....So, don't you dare say it's not you when I can feel your finger poking my insides and rubbing it all over the-....Hnnn!~...t-the place." She bit her lips in anger, seeing that her son was playing around with her, while at the same time feeling his finger stir the insides of her rectum.

"Why are you so flustered, Abi? Weren't you the one who wanted to know what twerking was?" He chuckled at her pitiful state, where she had no control over her body and looked like she was dancing for pennies in front of her son.

"I only said I want to know what it is, Daddy! I never said I wanted you to show me what it was using me as an example!" She looked back and exclaimed at her son, who looked like he wasn't picking up anything she was saying because he was too busy playing with her butt, like it was a new toy she had bought and was excited to play with.

"You know what...The way you're shouting at me now reminds me of the fights me and your mother have every once in a while." He gave a reminiscent look, like he was imagining the fights he had with his imaginary wife.

"You and Mommy fight?" She asked like a child who was ignorant of her parents affairs, since she was curious as to where he was going with this and why he brought up this irrelevant topic.

"Of course we do, Abi." Her son stated. "Just because we don't show it to you doesn't mean that we don't fight...In fact, all couples have fights every once in a while, which is actually healthy for their relationship, so don't get sad thinking me and your mom fight all the time."

"...Especially since your father here has a sure fire way of calming your mother down, if an argument of ours ever goes off the rails and needs some special attention to pacify both sides...And I can assure you that this method of mine works every time, since at the end of the day, your mother would always be sleeping naked on my chest with a satisfied expression on her face, like the fight had never even happened." He suddenly mentioned a method that could stop an argument, which perked her interest since she herself was an adult in a relationship where she and her partner fight every once in a while over silly issues, and she wanted to know if she could use this mysterious method that her son was talking about to deal with future arguments.