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

"Noo!~ Don't be so aggressive, Kafka!~ You're going to spill the curry all over the place!~" Camila cried out when she saw me dive into her cleavage, face first, with my mouth wide open, like I was plunging myself into a delectable feast.

I ignored her cries as I was too focused on the thick brown curry on her chest that had pooled up, and I opened my mouth to take my first sip of my final meal of the morning.

Sip!~

Camila was right when she said that I would get a better taste of her curry on her chest compared to her belly, as when I tasted it from her navel, it was quite salty from being in such a enclosed place.

But the curry on her chest had much more volume and a thick texture, like I was eating a meat stew that had been boiled down until all the flavour inside of it was concentrated in a small amount of liquid.

The taste was also what you would expect from a first-class curry and made my tongue and throat burn because of how spicy it was at first, but then the sweet aftertaste, which had hints of rich butter in it, mellowed it down and gave the perfect curry eating experience.

It was especially phenomenal since I was eating out of her pale white chest, which was heaving up and down and slushing the curry around in the process, instead of a usual boring porcelain plate.

Slurp!~ Suck!~ Slurp!~

After getting the first sip, I couldn't hold back anymore and sunk my lips into the pool of spicy goodness and sucked up all the curry that was floating up on her chest like I was drinking from a straw. I held Camila by the waist so that she didn't move around and continued to gorge on the thick curry that had small pieces of chicken in it, which would entire my mouth every once in a while.

Slurp!~ Suck!~ Slurp!~

Camila couldn't see anything below since my head was covering her towering chest, but she could feel the weight on her chest decrease as I was chugging on the pool of curry, which slowly made it lower in volume and revealed her white skin beneath.

"Slowly, Kafka~ Eat slowly, or else all that spicy curry might go down the wrong pipe~" Camila said in a worried manner while caringly stroking my hair, anxious that I would choke on the curry from eating so fast and ignoring the shame from having me eat of her chest for my safety.

"Are you really fine with asking me to slow down when you were the one who insisted on wanting me to finish my meal as quick as can?" I asked as I saw that the curry that was floating on her cleavage had disappeared after I sucked it all into my mouth, and what was left were the remnants on her skin that I still hadn't touched till now.

"Well, that's what I thought at first...But seeing how you're rushing now, I'm afraid that you'll start choking on my curry and end up in the hospital because of me." Camila said, and when she saw me look up at her with my upper lip covered in curry, she couldn't help but let out a laugh at the sight that was rather cute in her eyes, like I had a little moustache.

She then looked at me with a hesitant look on her face as her cheeks slowly turned, like she was wondering if she should say something to me or not because of how embarrassing it was, and finally said, after mustering her courage,

"...A-And, at first, I thought someone eating off my chest would be a horrible experience because of how vulgar it sounded...But I've come to learn that it isn't as bad as I thought it was and that I-I actually enjoy it quite a bit, since you eating off my breasts makes you look desperate and pitiful, as if you were a child that's seeking his mother's warm and comforting chest after a bad day at school."

Camila said with a motherly gaze in her eyes as she pulled me in closer to her bountiful chest and then, to my surprise, used her finger to wipe off the curry on my lips and put it in her mouth, like she was cleaning the mouth of a spoon-fed child.

"Your son?...Is that your way of wanting to try mother-son play with me?"

I asked with a peculiar look on my face, as the fond way Camila was looking at me was quite unfamiliar, and it almost seemed as if sucking on her breasts had turned on her motherly instincts to coddle me.

"Of course not, Kafka, you bad boy~" Camila said in a coquettish tone as she pulled on my cheeks for having such thoughts.

"I just couldn't help but think of you as my son at this moment because of our age gap, where you're even younger than my own daughter, and the fact that seeing you right up against my chest reminds me of the fond memory of breast feeding my daughter when she was an adorable little baby in her diapers."

"So, you're basically projecting your desires to coddle your children like you did in the past onto me?" I asked with my brows raised, which made Camila look away in guilt at having her thoughts exposed.

She thought that I would reprimand her for having such desires when men aren't the most comfortable with girls pampering and indulging in them like a little kid they had to take care of because of their fragile egos and how embarrassing it would be to be spoiled by your partner when it was their role to do the same to them. But she was surprised when I said in a casual manner,

"Well, you can do whatever you want and can even call me your son if you want, as long as I get to suck on these tits of yours, so I don't really mind however you treat me..."

I said while groping her tits as if the only thing I cared about were her breasts, as unlike most men, I had horrible mommy issues, which I'm not ashamed to admit as it would be more cowardly to hide them.

So when I heard that Camila wanted to coddle me like her child, I immediately accepted keeping a straight face while actually rejoicing in my heart since I craved for a mother's love in any way possible and wouldn't even mind if my women, other than my actual mothers at home, spoiled me like I was their actual son since I was into that shit, and wouldn't mind going on the passive every once in a while and getting spoiled a little bit...