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3.59% God of Milfs: The Gods Request Me To Make a Milf Harem / Chapter 18: A Shameless Mother

Chapter 18: A Shameless Mother

"What's wrong, mom? Why does your face look red?...Is it because the way I'm hugging is making you uncomfortable?" Her son asked with a concerned look on his face, after seeing her embarrassed expression that she was trying to hide. He then gave a dispirited sigh and said, with a pityful look on his face 

"I knew it...I thought that I had found the best position to give you a hug, as it just felt more natural this way, and it doesn't feel awkward anymore like how it was before, but it seems like it isn't the correct way either...You even hate it so much that you're trembling in my hands. 

Sigh...I should probably just give up on giving you any hugs in general, since I can't seem to do it no matter how I try. Although I wanted to respond back to your hugs thinking that it would make you happy, I think it's better to stay in my lane and just obediently recieve your hugs and not embarrass myself in front of you...I'm sorry mom. I'm sorry that I disappointed you."

...Disappoint her?

How could her only son, whom she loves more than anyone else in the world, disappoint her? 

Even if he turns out to be a worthless bum with no future, she trusted in her heart that she would love him for who he was, no matter what he became.

So, saying that he could actually disappoint her is an impossible statement that she could simply not accept.

She also couldn't accept the fact that her son thought her hug was disappointing when it was the best hug she had ever received, and she doubted if any man could ever give her a hug as passionate as her son could.

From the way his fingers ploughed into her flesh without actually hurting her, to how he evenly distributed her weight over his hands, which made it feel like she was lighter than a fairy...He was simply a prodigy in the field of hugging, that just couldn't be matched.

And even as his own mother, she couldn't help but admit that she felt excited with the strong hold he had on her, so how could anyone else dare say that he was a disappointment when it came to hugging someone?

The only problem was that she was his mother, and he shouldn't be giving her hugs; that actually warmed her up from the inside, as it was quite taboo to feel that way from your son. 

But it was her problem that she was feeling that way, and not her son's. And it should never be an excuse for her son to not give her another hug.

She felt that she'd much rather receive hugs like this, where she firmly felt his fingers leave marks on her lower flesh, then let her son get too embarrassed to give her a hug and never receive another hug from him ever again.

Once she understood that, she immediately looked up at her son and said 

"No Kafi~ There's nothing wrong with the way you're hugging your mother. The only reason mommy was shaking right now was because she was so happy that she received her first proper hug from you and couldn't help but tremble in joy...So, there's no need to stop hugging me from here on forth, as mommy really enjoys your hugs."

"Really? Is that true?...Then why is your face so red and your body so warm, like you're having a fever? Are you not just saying that, so I won't feel bad that I can't give you a hug?" Her son asked in return, which made her embarrassed and ashamed at the immature way she was acting.

She was supposed to be his mother. And here she was acting like a little girl who was being embraced by her lover. How shameful. 

Realizing how immature she was acting, she decided that she would try her best to control herself in the future. But she also reluctantly believed that it would be too hard to do so since her son's hands on her flesh simply felt too good and weren't a sensation she could easily ignore.

"Of course, Kafi~ Why would I lie to my little boy?...I really do enjoy your hugs and would love to receive them every single day for the rest of my life. So, don't you dare say that you won't hug me ever again."

She said a lie that wasn't a lie, since she really did enjoy his hugs, as it not only gave her happiness from getting hugged by her beloved son, it also gave her another rousing sensation from inside her body—that she simply could not say out loud with her identity as his mother. 

And as shameless as her thoughts were, she also wouldn't mind if her son hugged her like this every day, as it reminded her that she was also a woman who felt happy when she was loved, which she seemed to have forgotten over the years.

The most shameful part about that was that it was her own son that made her realise her feelings that she had buried deep beneath, and not anyone else...Even her own partner. 

But he was her adorable son and not any other stranger, so she didn't feel any guilt for having these feelings and simply chose to accept them all. 

Why, you ask?

It was because it was her son, who loved her more than anyone else in the world, who made her feel this way, and not anyone else. 

For this son of hers, whom she she would give her heart for without a moment's hesitation, she would accept anything he did to her with open arms, even if his actions crossed boundaries that were simply not meant to be crossed between a mother and child. 

Actions like the firm hug he gave, that incited something in her that she should never have felt from her son...But also couldn't help but want to feel again.


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Chapter 19: Human Variable

"Phew~ I thought I was really making you uncomfortable for a second and made you feel bad with my horrible hug."

"Of course not, Kafi~ Mommy loves every single hug you give me. As long as it's from my baby boy, mommy would all accept your hugs, no matter how many you smother me in."

And that's how you do it.

From acting like I don't know how to hug her, which lowered her guard, to the act that I put on as if I was ashamed that I couldn't even give my mother a hug properly since I had never hugged anyone before. 

Everything went perfectly the way I wanted it to, and now I have full access to touching my mother's buttcheeks in the disguise of hugging her.

As much as I want to say it was easy, it still depended on several moving variables that I had to keep in mind when deciding how I was going to act, and there was still a small probability that things weren't going my way.

That's the problem with humans in general. No matter how you think you can predict a person's actions and thoughts by observing every movement of the muscles on her face, watching how much her eye dilates when she talks, noting down her minute body movements, listening to the changes in the tone and volume in her voice, feeling her change in heart rate, and so many other ways in which you can microanalyze a person, you simply can't be 100% sure that you can guess what a person will do, as their unpredictable minds act as a variable.

With that variable in mind, no amount of mental calculations or predictions can be absolute. But fortunately, I'm quite creative and expendable, so even if any variables come into the picture, I'm pretty sure that I can handle it.

I still think that building a nuclear reactor that could fuel an entire nation would be easier, as in a reactor, all the variables can be practically tested and theoretically calculated before the final assembly. But you can't do the same when you're interacting with women, who are said to be the most mysterious creatures in the entire world.

But beggars can't be choosers, and since this is the trial the Gods have given me, I simply have to accept it.

I also know that the Gods wouldn't be satisfied with me, just firming holding onto my mother's butt and want me to grope them freely, so I should move on to my next course of action.

"I really don't think you should say that, mom...As if you say that I can hug you however I want to and whenever I want to, I wouldn't be able to keep my hands off you, and I'd treat you like a teddy bear because of how warm and fluffy you are, and hug you all the time." I looked down and warned my mother, looking like someone who regretted rejecting this wonderful feeling in the past and wanted to make up for it by hugging my mother all the time in the future. 

"To have my son hug on his own volition when he feels like it..." My mother muttered absentmindedly.

"That would simply be your mother's dream come true, Kafi~...You don't understand just how much your mother has wanted my baby boy to take comfort in me when he wants to!" She continued with an exhilarated expression on her face, as if she were going to receive everything she wanted in life.

"Really? Then, you wouldn't even mind if I picked you up while I hugged, since I'm feeling really good right now." I asked with my lips curled upwards.

"Pick me up?...You can try. But I don't think you can since your mother isn't as slim as she was before and has regrettably gained a lot of-...Ah! Kafi! What are you doing?!"

My mother thought I was joking at first since she couldn't believe that I could lift her weight in my current position. But she quickly realised that I meant what I was saying, when she felt herself being lifted up in the air by her son.

Out of shock at suddenly being lifted without any warning, she cried out and quickly wrapped her arms around my neck and pushed her head into my chest so that she could balance herself better.

I was holding her up by grabbing onto her butt like I was hugging her, so she also had to wrap her legs around me so that she could support herself. If I had lifted her up by holding her thighs, which was how it was normally done, she wouldn't have had to use her legs to grab a hold of me. But because I was supporting her using her buttocks, she had no choice but to wrap herself around me like she was hanging onto a tree.

And since her entire weight was on my hands, my hands dug much more deeper into her fleshy butt and every single millimeter area of my hand felt warm and soft, as if the bottom of my hands were being steam-pressed by firm jelly that would jiggle if you slapped it hard enough. 

"Kafi, what are you doing? Why did you lift mommy up?" My mom asked in a hurry, after she stopped hiding her face in my chest.

"Why do you sound so surprised? You said that you were fine with me picking you up, so I did."

"I thought you were joking at that time. I didn't think that you would actually do it." My mother wrapped her hands around my shoulder and looked down to see how far she was from the ground.

"And isn't it hard to lift up your mother?...Mommy is not proud to say this, but I couldn't hold back and indulged in one too many deserts over the years, and it may have led to me adding on a little weight over the years." She said shyly, like she was embarrassed about talking to me about her weight.

"No, I think those deserts and sweets did you a favor." I said, which made my mother perk up, not understanding what I meant.

"I mean, it's because of those treats that you're so soft and squishy all over your body...It's like you're like a big teddy bear that I can hug to sleep every night." I smiled and squeezed my mom's butt to show her how soft she was.


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