God of Milfs: The Gods Request Me To Make a Milf Harem - Chapter 171: Whale Blubber

“Stop pulling on my pants, mom. You’re going to tear it off.” I said as my mother dragged me towards the bed while constantly trying to stick her hand into my pants and pull my cock out, like a dick hungry savage.

“What else am I supposed to when you’re suddenly acting so shy to get your penis out, when you were so confident before?” My mother said as she pushed me onto the bed and made me sit right on the edge, while she knelt on the ground right in front of me. “Just stay like that and let Mommy calm your penis down or else I’m afraid it will just fall off after standing for so long.”

“I don’t know who taught you reproductive health in school, but that definitely isn’t what happens when-…W-Wait! Calm down! Don’t pull on it like that!” I shouted in panic when I saw my mother grab my pants and pull them all the way down to my knees in one motion, with some kind of superhuman strength she got from somewhere.

Swish~

And with that, my fully erect cock swung out of my pants and stood like a proud flag pole in between my legs.

My mother also knew what was going to pop out but she still couldn’t help but gulp when she saw the sheer size of her son’s penis, that she was going to take care of now.

“I’ve already seen how big you are down there yesterday, Kafi, but I still can’t help but be surprised at just how massive your penis is, especially since I’ve gotten used to seeing your penis from changing your diaper as a baby and know just how small it was like a baby carrot.” My mother said in amazement as she grasped the bottom of my cock and squeezed it like she was checking if it was real or not.

“…But now, rather then a baby carrot, it looks like bitter gourd that had to much fertilizer added to it and turned into this monster in the end, that could probably feed an entire village.”

“What can I say, mom?

After having you take care of me all these years, it’s only appropriate that I, your son, have the proper equipment to satisfy your desires in the later years.” I said with a grin on my face, as I felt my mother start to wriggle her fingers around the bottom of my cock while pushing her fist down, which was already enough to send shivers down my legs which showed just how talented she was at handling dick.
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“Other people’s sons would work hard in school to get a respectable job in the future to show their appreciation to their parents. But here you are saying that you grew your penis just to do dirty things with your mother….Aren’t you ashamed, Kafi?” My mother asked with a look of slight disdain in her eyes, as her hands started moving up my shaft and all the way to my tip.

“That would’ve been perfectly fine with any other mother, mom. But when I’ve got such a perverted mother who couldn’t help but fall in love with her own son, I think that this is a better gift of appreciation for all the years you’ve taken care of me.” I said while carressing her brown cheeks that felt like a fluffy sponge cake, which were slowly turning a shade of pink when she heard my words.

“Just think about it, mom, would you rather have a son who earned well and stayed away from home all the time because of his work, or a son who stayed by your side at all times and dicks you down all night while you moan out in sheer ecstacy?”

My mom thought about it for second while swirling her fingers around the tip of my cock and finally didn’t say the answer to my question. But it was obvious from the way she jerked me off in a much more vigourous manner and the way her ears turned red, what her answer was.

“And I don’t think that you simply stroking my cock is going to get us anywhere, as I need some visual stimulation to get me going.” I said as I leered at her bulging chest, that was shaking everytime she moved her hands up and down. “So, why don’t you be a dear, mom, and take of your top that I can see those fat tits you have hanging on your chest.”

“They aren’t fat, Kafi!” My mother exclaimed when she heard me teasing her about her breasts. “T-They’re just a little bigger then average and they’re not fat like you say.”

“A little bigger then average is something that would perfectly fit in between my hand, mom.” I said as I cupped my hands and showed it to her.

I then brought my hands down to her chest while she watched, and grabbed her soft breasts and said, “And from what I can see, it seem like a single one of your breasts itself needs both of my hands to hold it up, so don’t you dare say that your breasts aren’t fat and apologise to all the women out there who actually have average-sized sized breasts and have dreams of having jugs like yours.”

My mother simply shook her head and refused to accept just how big her breasts and squeezed my penis tightly, like she was punishing me for calling her breasts fat which felt good in its own way.

“But you really don’t have to worry, mom, as your son here is quite fond of your plump breasts and wouldn’t even mind if they grew twice their size, as I would be able to hug a different one to sleep every alternate night.” I explained how I would treat each breast of her her’s like teddy bears I use to fall asleep, which made her look down at her breasts and prayed that they didn’t grow bigger then they already were or else she knew her son would latch onto them and never let go.

“So don’t be ashamed of your massive knockers, mom, and be proud of the assets you possess and show them to the whole world with your head held up high.”

“…And when I say the whole world, I mean me, since I’ve been dying to get a look at them ever since I laid my eyes on them since I was in kindergarten.” I clarified as I would have to pluck out the eyes of everyone in this world, if such a thing were to ever happen.

“What?! Ever since you were a kindergartener?!” My mother exclaimed in shock. “There’s no way you could be so perverted back then itself!”

“You’d be surprised, mom.” I said as both my hands started to grope and play with my mother breasts, while she let me do whatever as she looked up at me with her limpid blue eyes. “When you have a mother who has a body as sexy as yours, it isn’t weird that I had devious thoughts about these tits at a young age itself.”

“T-Then, you really don’t mind how big my breasts are, Kafi?” She propped her breasts up like she was trying to show me just how big they were and how much of a hindrance they were. “Even if they look like whale blubber packed into oversized brown ballons.”

“I’d love them no matter how big or small they look, mom, since I they belong to you…” I said as I pushed her bangs away and bent down to kiss her forehead, which made her look up at me in a shy manner.

“I-I see, if it’s like that…Then I guess there’s no problem with me taking my top off.” She said after seeing that her son loved even her most deepest insecurities and somehow always managed to make her feel good about the same thing she would always worry about. “…But I’m going to need your help since this dress is quite tight and needs some effort to take off.”

“More like you bought a top while not taking into account the size of your tits and realising it later on.” My mother looked away when I guessed correctly, and pinched my leg for making fun of her.

She then lifted her hands up in the air and glared at me, like she was asking if I was going to help her or not.

Of course I wasn’t going to let the opportunity slip, and quickly pulled her top off revealing her bountiful breasts that dropped down below…