...I just knew it. It knew it from the beginning.
The clues I've seen for a while now all led to this outcome that I had predicted.
Starting with the initiation of the trial with porn ads that were centered towards milfs, to being sent to a world that is based on milfs, having a crazy hot milf as my mother in this world, and the Gods being interested in her.
I just knew that this trial wasn't going to be normal and was going to be extremely lecherous and perverted, making me do requests that involve actual milfs.
And how the hell can you even call that a request when my punishment is getting struck to death by lightning? Can't you just call it an order or sentence and stop insulting my intelligence by calling it a kind request, like I have an option to not do what they say?
An order or demand would be a better way of saying it than calling it a request.
I was hoping that it wasn't going to be like I thought and was going to an actual trial to Godhood, which allowed me to show off my prowess and prove that I could become a God, like building a civilization from the ground up or saving a world from near destruction.
If the trial had been as difficult as that, I would have been elated, as it would've been a challenge that tested my abilities to the fullest, and it would have given me reason to show off why I have the title of 'The Being Closest to God' or 'The One That Doesn't Know The Meaning Of Impossibility'.
But what I'm left with is doing these perverted tasks for the Gods and letting them watch like it's a TV show. I was basically the main character, which they can order around in a story that is ongoing at the moment.
The only reason I can think of why I got such a perverted trial is because of the title that refers to me as 'The Incarnation of Lust' for some reason. Other than that, I simply can't see why the Gods would be interested in seeing a mortal have fun with older women, like my mother over here.
Especially when my actual mother is up there above, and is probably watching me do all this.
But don't get me wrong, thinking that I don't like this trial, as playing around with milfs for a living, or more like having fun with them so that I can survive, is kind of a dream come true, not just for me but for any cultured individual who's into older women.
But it's just that I feel that I've been given a job that I was way overqualified for. It's like asking someone who could plan and build an entire metropolitan city to build a doghouse. Or telling someone who can design a spaceship that can go beyond the solar system to make a paper airplane.
I just feel that I could do so much more.
This feeling probably comes from the fact that I have kept myself from doing anything extraordinary for the past few years so that I don't bring any unnecessary problems, and now that I'm in a world where I don't have to worry about those problems, I want to do so much more.
But I have to stop whining like a baby and eat what's given to me. If I get too greedy for something else other than the task that's presented in front of me, I'll probably get smited by lighting, just like what would happen if I didn't grope my mother butt.
But this is quite hilarious.
I was just thinking about controlling myself from feeling up my mother's breasts, and now I have a request to grope her butt in exchange.
What kind of twisted fate is this?
Well, whatever it is, I should probably get to groping.
But it's not like I can simply feel up her butt and not expect her to do anything unfavorable to me in return, so I have to go about this carefully and go through a systematic process; taking into account who she was to me, how she sees me, the barriers that I can cross, the trust she has in me, and various other factors.
After thinking about it for less than a second, I realised what I needed to do to grope my mother's buttocks without alarming her and decided to proceed with the request.
While my mother was happily hugging me and rubbing her face onto my chest to take my smell in, I still hadn't hugged her, and my hands were floating around her back. I was going to hug her back when she first hugged me, but that's when the message came, and I had to stop myself from hugging her back to think about what I should do.
Now, I was going to use the fact that I hadn't hugged her to my advantage and start off the Gods request.
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While my mom was making happy sounds as she hugged me tightly, I also slipped my hands around her smooth waist and hugged her back.
Seeing that her son was responding to her hug, she was elated and overjoyed, as I would normally push her back when she tried to hug me in the past, like she said.
But at the same time, she seemed dissatisfied with the way I was hugging her, as I was barely touching her waist and was close to hovering over her skin, like I was hesitant to give her an actual hug.
She didn't like this one bit and looked like she wanted me to give her an actual hug, where we embraced one another like family. So to change the way I hugged her, she looked up at me with a discontented look on her face and said
"Kafi, you can hug me a lot tighter, you know. Look at how tight mommy is hugging you. You have to hug me the same way."
"But you'd probably break if I hugged you the same way you're hugging me, since I can barely breathe right now." I looked down and complained about her big hug, which made her push her breasts into my chest and made me unable to take in air.
"That's something you have to deal with as my son and is not my problem." She refused to loosen her grip on me and even started hugging me even more while rubbing her chest on me in retaliation for what I said, which made it even harder for me to breathe.
"So, you're telling me that I should hug you like this?" I placed my hand on her lower waist, where her tailbone was, but didn't apply too much pressure.
"Yes, just like that, but a little bit more tighter." My mother demanded.
"So like this..." I applied a little more pressure on her waist as my fingers sank into the soft flesh she had down there. My hand also went a little lower than where they were placed before, nearing her butt area.
"You're doing good. But you still need to press into me more, like you mean it. If not, it means that your hug is too shallow." My mother instructed me like she was a hug specialist.
I then proceeded to increase the pressure of my hands on my mother's fatty waist by tiny amounts that were barely noticeable. And my mother continued to instruct me to hug me tighter.
"So, I have to hug you like this?"
"No, a little more tighter."
"What about this? Is this enough?"
"No, that's way too flimsy. You have to hug me like you mean it."
"Now, I should be hugging you enough, right?"
"Of course not. Put some force into it, like you mean it, Kafi."
"This should be it. There's no way you can't call this the perfect hug."
"A perfect hug? How can you call this a perfect hug when I can barely feel it?"
My mother seemed to be getting frustrated with my inability to follow her instructions to give her a proper hug, like I meant it. And because she was so focused on teaching me how to hug, she hadn't noticed that my hand had already slowly slipped down her back every time I held her tighter, and now both of my lower fingers were on her bouncy butt that were bound by the dress she wore.
The blue leggings she wore were also quite thin, so I could still feel the warmth from her fleshy butt on my fingers.
And finally, after losing her patience with me, she looked up at me, said with a strict look on her face that I really couldn't take it seriously because of how adorable it was, and exclaimed
"Like this, Kafi! Like this! Just do what your mother is doing right now!"
She then proceeded to completely let go of me and then suddenly hugged me again, like she was demonstrating how it was done from the start.
Finally, the opportunity that I was waiting for had come.
"Oh, so it's like that. I understand now." I acted like I understood what she said and let go of my mother's waist just like she let go of mine in her demonstration.
Pa~
And just when she was relieved that her son had finally understood how to hug someone, she suddenly felt two hard things slap perfectly onto her wide butt.
One hard but wide object perfectly landed on her one cheek and was planted there like it belonged there. And the other object also landed on her other cheek and made a crisp sound as if someone had slapped a slab of meat.
She didn't even need to turn around to know that those objects that had landed on her butt, were actually her son's hands.
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