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Chapter 9: A Mother's Undying Love

Is there some tradition in this world where I can't look at my own mother's face?

If there is a rule like that, then me and the one who made that rule are going to have a serious problem, as there is no way I am going to avoid looking at the ladies wherever I go. 

You might as well dig my eyes out at that point, since it's no use to me if I can't admire life's most beautiful creations.

"Is there anything wrong with looking at you, mom?" I asked hesitantly and referred to her as my mother for the first time. 

"No, there's nothing wrong with looking at your own mother..." My mother stated while staring at me absentmindedly as if she still hadn't gotten over the suprise of my appearance, which made me breathe a sigh of relief and cancel my plans to throw the person who made the rule into the river.

"...I-It's just that you never usually look straight at me and always avoid my gaze." My mom told me about the behaviour of my previous self, after snapping out of her daze.

"You'd always look at the ground when you speak and never look at my face when you talked with me or anyone else, for a matter of fact..."

Great. Not only is my preview self in this world a gloomy loser who looked like he would always kill the mood with his antics, but he also has social anxiety even in front of his own mother.

What a wonderful setting I have for myself.

"But Kafi, now you're looking at me..." My mom said in awe, as her eyes widened.

"You're looking straight at me without even flinching in the slightest. You're looking right into my eyes without looking away for even a moment...It's the first time I've seen you look right at me like that." My mom said in wonder, as if she never expected this day to ever come. 

"And it's also the first time I've seen your eyes so clearly." She looked up at my eyes. 

"I always thought they were just dark in colour...But only now do I know that not only are they incredibly dark, but they're also so clear, almost as if I can use them like a mirror to see my own reflection." She gazed at my eyes like they were pearls.

She then placed the tools on the stovetop and walked right in front of me.

Although she was quite tall, she was still shorter than me, so I had to look down at her as she placed her hands on my cheeks and pulled me down so that she could get a better look at my face.

Her hands felt soft and warm to touch, and she gave off a pleasant lavendar smell that gave me a very nostalgic feeling.

"What beautiful eyes..." My mom muttered as she looked up at me.

"Even though they're just simple eyes that let you see the world and something that everyone has; there's just something magnetic about yours that drags me in, almost as if looking at them puts a spell on me to make me stare at them forever...How have I never seen these beautiful eyes of yours before?" My mom said in wonder.

"And the boldness and energy your eyes give off, as if they wouldn't ripple even if the whole world started falling apart." She gasped.

"Where did you suddenly get all that confidence from when you didn't even dare to look into the eyes of anyone around you before?" My mom asked, flabbergasted at my sudden change.

She then looked up at my hair and said 

"And not only are your eyes different, you also changed how your hair looks...It was so messy and sloppy before, like you just got up from bed, but now it looks so neat and tidy, making you look so smart and mature." 

My mother brushed my short black hair that I neatly parted around the center and left it a little messy on the sides, like I usually do.

So we're adding horrible hair to my past image. What a mess.

"You also washed your face and took a proper bath like I told you to do so many times...Now look at yourself, after you did what I said. Your skin is super clear, and you smell so good...And honestly, after a little washing up, your skin even looks better than mine." She held up her hand and compared my pasty pale skin, which made me look sickly, to hers, which was lightly tanned, and even looked a little jealous that I had such great skin with no effort.

"And Kafi! I can't believe you didn't wear those dark hoodies and sweaters you love so much, and wore something decent for once. I thought that you would wear those musty clothes for the rest of your life." She took a step back to observe my fit, and looked excited and relieved that I had changed my attire.

"And just look what all these changes have done to you!...You look so handsome now!"

My mom jumped in glee seeing that her son had a glow up, which she seemed to have been waiting for a while.

"And don't misunderstand, Kafi. I wasn't saying that you didn't look good before and I always thought you were a good-looking boy" She quickly said it so that I didn't misunderstand her intentions. 

"But it's just that I always thought you had more potential to your looks like an unpolished gem that needed proper care...And now, after all these years of waiting, for the first time ever, I get to see that gem in its finest form so I can't help but get a little worked up." My mom said it excitedly, as if she had gotten an actual gem as a present.

"I mean, just look at you." She pointed at me like I was an exhibit.

"Dark eyes that are clearer than water, that possess some sort of magnetic charm. Raven black hair has been elegantly styled. Flawless, pale skin that even makes me jealous. And a well-distinguished face with a rather tall figure...The ladies would simply be all over you!"

"There wouldn't a single girl that would be able to resist your looks. And you'd be the crowd-turner wherever you go...Women would fight for you to just glance at them, and there will never be another dull moment in your life." My mom said with absolute confidence, as if she could already imagine it happening. 

"Ahhh! I'm so excited! My son is going to break so many hearts out there! I have to tell this to Olivia, right this moment!" My mom exclaimed in delight that her son was going to leave a bunch of girls crying, and looked like she was going to run off to tell this Olivia person.

But she suddenly stopped herself and raised her head as if a thought had popped up in her mind. She then went closer to me with a slightly worried look on her beautiful face and asked

"But Kafi, why did you suddenly decide to change?"

"Don't get me wrong, as your mom is proud of you for maturing and deciding to change yourself for the better. But I still don't understand why you did it all of a sudden, when you've maintained the status quo for years now.

I heard that boys your age go through a change or transformation to better themselves after a heart break...Is that true, Kafi? Do boys your age do that?...Did you get hurt by a girl you liked?" My mom asked with concern in her eyes, about what I was going through. She then continued saying

"If you are going through a heartbreak, then please tell mommy all your worries. I know you don't like to open up and talk to us about your life, but this is something that you really need to talk to someone about.

It's fine if you're not ready right now...But if there ever comes a time when you want to open up to someone my little Kafi, then know that mommy is right here waiting for you with open arms."

My mom held my hand in her own and looked at me with a caring smile, telling me that I could come to her at any time if life gets rough and she'll be waiting ready with a big hug to comfort me.

Honestly, even though I said that I couldn't see the woman before me as a mother, her words right now touched me deeply and made me wonder if this is what it feels like to have a mother who actually cares about you. 

The genuine concern she shows for me and the love in her words brought out the buried desires of younger me, who always wondered what a mother's love would feel like. 

The feeling of being unconditionally loved, even if you were the ugliest person to ever exist. Or the feeling of comfort of having someone who puts her little one before her needs, and would do anything for the safety and protection of her child.

Towards that love and concern that most children in the world got and never truly appreciated, I always wondered what it felt like and slept every night thinking if I would ever experience that feeling, even if it was for only a single moment in my life.

Those desires and feelings that I had thought I had forgotten a long time ago were coming back to me slowly, and I didn't like the fuzzy feeling it was giving me, like I was going to cry.

"Kafi...Are you crying?"

Shit! I am crying!

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Yes, I did get a little go overboard with this chapter since I wanted to portray how shocked Abigaille was at her son's change and I accidentally overdid it, which I can promise won't happen again

Chapter 10: An Adorable Mother

I can't believe I'm starting to tear up after hearing a few words.

That's so embarrassing to think about when I acted like I could never treat the lady before me like my mother. Now, it's exactly because of her motherly words that I'm on the verge of breaking out in tears.

Seeing my mom look so worried that I was tearing up after hearing her words, I quickly wiped my eyes and said so that she didn't have to show that sad expression on her ever-so-bright and cheerful face anymore.

"I'm a big boy, mom. Why would I start crying all of a sudden? That would be so embarrassing, especially in front of you." I waved my hand to show that it wasn't anything as I wiped my eyes.

"Then, why were there tears in your eyes right now?" My mom asked in a concerned manner.

"It's probably because of the onions you chopped up over there. I would've smelled those cut-up onions and started tearing up." I pointed at the cut-up onions on the kitchen counter and made an excuse, but my mom still looked a little worried. 

"Are you sure about that, Kafi? Are you sure that it's not because you're going through something difficult?" She asked, not knowing if I was telling the truth or not.

"Of course, mom. What kind of question even is that?" I stopped wiping my tears and smiled to show that I was okay. I then continued, saying

"I have everything I need in the world right now, so why would I be having a hard time like you said?"

"You have everything in the world?" My mom was surprised by my sudden positive outlook on life.

"Of course, I have a roof over my head to keep me away from the rain, soft clothes that keep me warm, a healthy body that allows me to do anything I want, and delicious food being cooked for me three times a day...What else can a man possibly ever want in his  life?"I enthusiastically said. 

I then deeply looked into my mother's blue eyes and said

"And last but certainly not the least, I have a beautiful mother who cares for me dearly and showers me in her love every day, so why should I ever be sad when I'm living the best life a man could ever live."

My statement made my mother look at me with a blank expression at first, but then her eyes slowly widened and her cheeks started turning red in colour as if she were embarrassed about what her son had said about her.

"Mom, you can't actually be blushing because of what I said, right?" I smiled and looked at her strangely.

"W-What else am I supposed to do?...It's because you said something nice to me all of a sudden, which you never ever did before, and completely caught me off guard." My mom said, as she fanned herself with her hands to cool herself down.

"But Kafi, you shouldn't tease your mother like this." My mom reprimanded me.

"You may have said it as a joke to make fun of your mom, but for me, it feels like you're genuinely saying nice things about me, and it's making an old woman like me get worked up." She gave me a small slap on the hand to tell me off.

"But I wasn't joking with you. I really meant what I said." I said as I rubbed the place she slapped my hand.

"Enough Kafi...We both know that you're saying this so that you can make fun of me. There's no way you actually think your mother looks beautiful, and you probably think I look like an old hag, don't you?" My mom asked me to stop playing around and talk seriously.

"Old hag? Who's the old hag?" I scoffed.

I then turned and looked at my mother, like I was sincerely trying to convince her about the truth that she wasn't aware of, and said in a solemn tone

"Mom, I don't think you understand how pretty you actually are. You're honestly better looking than all the girls my age or any age, as a matter of fact...Especially with those light blue eyes of yours that remind me of a serene ocean and those thick and lucious locks of hair that you've combed elegantly. If you combine those with your ever-so-beautiful face and that smile you always give, that's probably made so many people's hearts flutter; calling you the pinnacle of beauty wouldn't seem like an overstatement."

My mom's eyes twinkled when she heard me compliment her, and she looked like she wanted to say something, but instead she simply bit her lips and looked away.

She looked like she was trying to hide the fact that she was flustered by what I said, but her attempt ultimately failed as she couldn't hide the smile on her face that was creeping out from the corner of her lips, and she played with the hems of her sweater shyly like a little girl.

"And, do you want me to tell you a secret from my past mom?" I looked around to see if anyone was around us, as if what I was going to say was something that could forever change the world.

"Kafi's secret?" My mom first looked deeply surprised that I was telling her a secret.

"Mommy wants to know!~Mommy wants to know Kafi's secret!~" But it was immediately followed by a burst of excitement that her son was finally going to talk to her about his life, and she quickly nodded as if she thought I would change my mind if she made me wait too long for her to agree.

Seeing how excited and giddy she was, like a little kid who heard he was going to a surprise theme park visit, couldn't help but make me smile, as it was quite the adorable and wholesome sight. 

It also made me scowl at my past self for treating his mother so harshly, that she was so happy just to hear a little bit about her son. And it really made me realise how desperate she was to have some moments with her ungrateful son, who didn't seem to care about her at all. 

"Then lend me your ear." My mom got closer to me and showed me her ear and even covered it with her hands like I was telling her an actual secret, which made me chuckle and forget all the hate I had for my past self. 

"It's quite embarrassing to tell...But when I was in kindergarten, the teacher had asked the class to write down who we thought was the most beautiful person in the world. Most of the kids wrote the names of some cartoon characters they saw on TV, and some of them wrote the names of their crushes...But do you know who I wrote?" I bent down and whispered into her small ears, which looked so delicate that it made me want to bite them and leave a mark.

"I don't know. Who did you write? Who was that lucky girl that caught the eyes of my adorable little Kafi at that time?" My mom asked curiously about her son's childhood crush, to which I responded by tilting her head towards me so that she was looking at me, and said with a cheeky smile on my face

"Who else other than you, mom? You were the lucky girl I had in my eyes at that time."

My mom had an expectant look on her face to hear the name of her son's first crush, and she looked like she was going to tease me with that name afterwards. But when she heard it was her who I had written down at that time, she was absolutely shocked and looked like she couldn't believe my words. 

"K-Kafi, is that true?! Did you really write down your mother's name at that time?!" She looked up at me with an expectant gaze in her eyes, as if she had to confirm it twice since it was too hard to believe.

"Of course, mom. Why would I lie about that?" I said, and continued saying

"And not only did I think that you were the most beautiful person I had seen at that time, but I still think the same and don't think anyone comes close to you in terms of beauty."

"Stop it, Kafi~ You're making your mother's heart race." My mom blushed profusely and was waving her hand, telling me to stop. But I didn't follow her order and said in an exaggerated manner.

"Oh man~ I thought my mother had already reached the epitome of beauty, just as she is...But just look at her blushing face now. She looks so much cuter with how red her face is, like a little girl."

"No~ Stop it Kafi~ You can't tease your mother like this!" My mom grabbed onto my hand and shook it to make me stop, while having a flustered look on her face. But I still didn't stop, like she asked and said, as if I were announcing my mother's cuteness to the entire world

"Oh, how cute~ She couldn't handle the embarrassment of getting complimented by her own son, and is now hiding her face in her son's arm to hide her face. Tell me, has anyone seen a mother as cute as her? Don't you just want to give her a big hug and treasure her for how adorable she is?" 

I was expecting her to retort once again, but she didn't say anything back and actually buried her face in my arms and went silent. And just as I was wondering what happened, I heard a sniffling sound coming from her, like she was crying.

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This is my first time I'm writing an older character and I would like to know from you guys how the interactions are. Like if they are decent, natural, forced or cringey.

Any honest opinions would help me improve me writing.


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