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

"Aughhh!♡~" She let out a loud moan that came from deep within when she felt the tongues of her rather young lover and daughter roam beneath her chest, making a wet trail wherever they went.

She could barely see them while they pressed their faces against her chest and sucked on her soft skin like they were slurping on a bowl of hot and bouncy noodles, since her breasts were simply too big and covered up everything under her with a wall of fatty goodness that weighed a solid amount of weight each.

"Ahhhh!♡~...Hmmm!♡~...Aughh!♡~"

But she had no need for her eyes to witness the smutty scene before her as she could feel through her delicate skin that was wrapped tightly around her round breasts, that were whiter then the winter's snow, her neighbour's skilled and agile tongue move along in a swift manner around the crevices of her breasts that could only be reached if one lifted her chest up all the way to the top since they were so hidden under multiple layers of meat, and also a place where she herself wouldn't bother to wash in the bath sometimes since there were times where she felt a little too weak to lift her meaty chest up with one hand and use the other to scrub the sweat that had been soaking under there for a while, and left whatever moisture was under there marinate in peace.

"N-No, Bella!♡~...I told you not to be so aggressive with your mother's tits!♡~...Ahhh!♡~"

Not to mention that she could also feel her daughter follow along with the young man she couldn't help but fall in love with, named Kafka and deeply lick those very places under her blubber that surely had a humid odour compared to the rest of her body that smiled like jasmine flowers, which for some reason should've made her feel ashamed and push her daughter away in embarrassment.

But in actuality, for some reason, this made her even more excited when she thought of how her daughter was slurping on her underboob sweat that she had worked up from cooking for hours in a rather hot kitchen and the hot session she had with Kafka earlier.

And she especially couldn't help but feel her crotch warm up and let out a steaming hot fluid from in between her puffy white lower lips with a salmon pink inner lining when she saw her daughter's throat moving up and down while she had a satisfied look on her face like she was drinking a glass of hot milk, which was turning her on to the extreme because of her perverted desires that flared up when she saw her daughter's beautiful face.

"J-Just like that, baby!♡~ Just l-like that!♡~...Ahhh!♡~...Just follow what, Kafka is doing and slurp all of the spicy toxin off your mother's breasts!♡~"

She was never such a pervert before and only saw her daughter, Bella, as her blood and kin and someone she had to protect at all costs, even with her life on the line, no matter how bad their relationship was in the past since she was her own daughter she gave birth to.

But now that very daughter seemed a little different in her eyes ever since she had heard about what was going on in Kafka's house and what he was doing with his mother all night long, which seemed to ignite something deep inside that made her want to explore the taboo sides of a loving relationship, and in particular incestuous activities like what she was doing with her daughter right now.

"R-Right there, Bella!♡~...Mmmm!♡~....Right there!♡~...Suck on Mommy's tittys there!♡~....Aughh!♡~"

She knew it was wrong and that she shouldn't be indulging in such taboo behaviour.

But when she thought of how her own man, whom she loved with all her heart, had a spicy relationship with his own mother and knew that he wouldn't judge or despise her no matter how freakish her tendencies were because he was much more of a pervert than her, all her resistance to such an immoral matter was dropped, and she let go of herself, knowing that Kafka was right by her side and would look at her the same no matter what her sexual tendencies were, even if it was something extreme like playing around with her daughter in bed while her man held both their naked bodies in his embrace.

She also had another reason as to why she didn't mind her daughter and Kafka being so intimate with one another than just because she wanted to satisfy her lewd urges, which she couldn't tell Kafka yet in case he got scared at the responsibility that came with it.

"J-Just like that, you two!♡~...Ahhh!♡~...Y-You two are doing such good jobs at cleaning up my breasts with your tongue...Haaa!♡~"

She couldn't look at her daughter's and lover's faces while they sucked on the fatty meat under her breast with their faces side by side, while making sure with one another that neither of them missed a spot.

And even if anyone did, it was mostly likely her daughter, who was more focused on the places on her vast breasts that were more spicy than the rest and ignored the patches of skin that weren't as flavorful, which Kafka quickly covered up by going towards her side to lick that place clean and sucking it hard enough that any toxin that spread to that area would surely be disintegrated by his saliva.

But when they finally finished licking under her breasts and dragged their tongues up her milk bags to move onto the rest of the area that was untouched, like the part of her breasts that was curved and pointed out like a torpedo, where her pink nipples and round areola were, she could clearly see both their beautiful faces and could finally witness them sucking on her naked body with her own eyes.