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

The streets had grown quiet as night settled in. The orange hues of the sun had long faded, and now the moon hung like a pale coin in the sky, casting its faint glow over the winding road.

Kafka's scooter hummed steadily, carrying him and Olivia through the main round that was surrounded by green rice paddies that had just been planted. She sat in front of him as always, obedient, silent, her hands resting lightly on the handlebars.

But tonight was different.

Normally, Kafka would be teasing her, saying something ridiculous to provoke her blush, or tossing out a remark just to watch her fluster.

But right now? He didn't dare, since Olivia wasn't herself.

The dreamy glaze in her eyes, the way her cheeks were flushed pink, and the faint, heated panting in her breath, it all made her look like she was somewhere else entirely. Like she wasn't sitting on a scooter at all, but drifting through some feverish fantasy.

And what unnerved him most was the way shelooked at him whe she got on the scooter.

As though he weren't a man but some rare cut of meat, a juicy steak she wanted to sink her teeth into. The hunger in her eyes was unmistakable, raw and unrestrained.

Kafka tried to reason with himself, maybe she had a fever, maybe she was exhausted, maybe it was all in his head. But deep down, he knew. That gaze wasn't wholesome...That gaze was primal.

He tightened his grip on the scooter handles and thought, 'If I just stay quiet, maybe I can get her home without incident. Maybe this passes.'

But then he noticed it.

Olivia, who usually sat stiffly at the very front of the seat to avoid brushing against him, even the smallest touch embarrassed her, was now sliding back. Bit by bit, deliberately pressing the soft weight of her ass against him.

At first, Kafka tried to excuse it. Maybe she needed more space, maybe she was uncomfortable.

So he slid back a little himself, giving her plenty of room.

But to his growing disbelief, she kept pushing herself closer, scooting her wide, soft curves back until they were flush against his crotch.

He flinched. No way. No way this is happening.

And once again, he slid back again, leaving so much room that he was practically hanging off the rear end of the scooter.

Yet Olivia kept arching her hips, her round ass purposefully pushing against his lap, smothering the bulge in his pants.

This time, it wasn't an accident. She angled her body so that only her butt pressed back, rubbing, grinding with little shifts and tilts, like she wanted to feel him there.

Kafka's breath hitched as he felt himself hardening, his cock swelling helplessly beneath his clothes, trapped and throbbing between her pressing cheeks. The soft friction was maddening, and he couldn't deny the way his body responded.

He let out a sharp, disbelieving laugh. "Mom...what are you doing? R-Really, do you think you're doing?...This is really strange." His voice was half a plea, half incredulous.

But Olivia gave no answer. She only rubbed harder, the pressure of her ass cheeks squeezing around his length, smothering it as though she'd noticed how stiff he'd gotten. Her hips shifted, grinding in slow, sultry arcs.

"Mom—!" He hissed, trying to keep the scooter steady. "This isn't a joke anymore. We're on the road! This isn't safe! Stop grinding your butt on me like that!"

"...I would've totally welcomed this back at home—hell I would've begged you to smother me in your fat ass. But not right not. This isn't the time or place."

That was when she looked back. Her eyes were dreamy, unfocused, but heavy with desire, her lips parted, her cheeks flushed deep crimson.

And in a voice thick with heat, she whispered, "I can't help it, Kafi...I really can't."

Kafka's heart slammed against his ribs. "What are you talking about?"

Her hips rolled harder, her ass grinding against his cock with intent now, not accident. "Ever since I saw you back there..." She breathed. "...fighting like that...tearing them apart so easily, so brutally...my whole body's been on fire. I don't know why. I don't understand it. But I can't stop it either."

"It's like...like my womb is aching...aching for you."

Her words hit him like a punch to the gut. "Mom—"

She cut him off, moaning softly as she pressed even harder, her voice low and breathless.

"I thought I was supposed to be horrified. I thought I-I should've been scared after watching all of that. But instead…" She shivered. "...instead I just felt hotter...Hornier."

"...The more I watched, the more I craved you..."

"...The more I wanted you to throw me down like them and claim me, even though I know you're my son."

Kafka nearly swerved the scooter, teeth clenching as the reality of what she was saying sunk in. He could feel her, really feel her, rocking against him, her body begging without shame, her eyes glazed with raw lust.

"And then I realized…" She went on, panting. "It's instinct. That's what this is. I read about it once...how, in the old days, women sought out powerful men, the strongest they could find."

"Because only those men could protect them...protect their children. And when they found them, they wanted to be bred by them. To carry their children."

"...That's probably what I feel right now."

She swallowed, turning her head to look at him fully, her gaze blazing with need.

"Kafka, t-that's why...I want you inside me. My body wants your seed. I want you to fill me, to make me bear your child, even though I'm your mother. I want it so much I can't think straight anymore.

"...That's what my body is screaming for."

His hands trembled on the scooter handles, his throat dry, mind whirling between reason and the primal heat of her words.

The Olivia he knew, the cold, distant, careful Olivia, was gone. What sat in front of him now was a woman in heat—a woman utterly overtaken by instinct and lust, shamelessly pressing herself against him as if the world around them didn't exist.

And normally...Normally, if she had been in this state, he would have been elated. This was the end goal he had worked toward all along, making her fall, making her look at him not as her son, not as the boy she once held in her arms, but as a man she wanted.

And now it was happening...Exactly this.

But not like this. Not while he was driving dangerously.

Not when she was practically shoving him off the handlebars with her ass, her bare skin smothering his cock through his pants to the extent he could barely hold onto the brakes. So, he knew he had to say something to throw cold water on her face.

"Mom..." He gritted, trying to push her hips forward with one hand while steering with the other. "Calm down. Please. I get it, I understand what you're saying, what you're feeling. But even if you feel that way...we can't. You and I, we're—"

His voice caught, the word choking him as her flesh pressed tighter around him.

"...we're mother and son. Even if it isn't by blood, it's still wrong. It's taboo. We can't—!"

His protest broke into a hiss as she ground back harder, forcing his trapped cock between the swell of her cheeks.

Her nightgown also bunched around her waist as she hiked it up with trembling hands, her bare flesh glowing pale under the rising moonlight.

Her fat, round ass spilled free, and with a sensual roll of her hips she pressed the hot, soft weight of it back onto his lap, smearing her warmth over him.

"Kafi…" She whispered, breathless, turning her head just enough for him to see the haze in her eyes. "That's what I thought too...at first."

Her voice shook with emotion, torn between shame and desire.

"I told myself it was wrong. That I shouldn't feel this. That I should never look at you this way. You were supposed to be my son. Supposed to be family. Supposed to be someone I should never have these feelings for."

She bit her lip, her cheeks burning even as she rubbed herself more firmly against him, the slick heat of her arousal dampening the base of his shaft through his clothes.

Her hands also fumbled lower, tugging his zipper down, and before Kafka could stop her, her slender fingers had slipped beneath his waistband and freed him.

Swoosh!

His cock sprang out, thick, hard, throbbing in the cool night air, only to be immediately swallowed between her buttcheeks as she pressed back, smearing her slick folds against his balls at the same time.

"B-But I can't hold it anymore, Kafi!" She gasped, her voice trembling, almost breaking. "I've been quiet for so long. I've been trying to bury it, to suffocate it."

"...I told myself it was wrong, that it was disgusting, that it was unforgivable...."

"...I tried to control it. I tried to resist."

Her ass rocked against him faster now, the full length of his cock sliding up and down the tight valley between her cheeks, the swollen head dragging past the tight knot of her anus before sinking lower, her wet folds kissing against his heavy balls.

"Stroke!♡~ Rub!♡~ Slide!♡~ Glide!♡~ Press!♡

Each pass left him slicker, coated in her heat.

"But then I saw you in that alley…" She moaned, her voice breaking into a whimper. "...I-I saw you fight. I saw you destroy those men like they were nothing. So strong. So merciless. So...powerful."

She turned her head fully now, meeting his stunned eyes, her own shimmering with lust and vulnerability.

"And my body betrayed me, Kafi. My womb was throbbing. My whole body was aching. I was supposed to be afraid of you. I was supposed to be horrified. But instead...I got wet."

"Swipe!♡~ Brush!♡~ Slip!♡~ Slick!♡ Swirl!♡~"

She shuddered, grinding harder, faster, her ass clapping softly against his thighs as she smothered his cock between her cheeks.

"It was like my body decided for me. Like every word I told myself was a lie. And I realized...I'm in love with you. Not as a son, not as the little boy I raised or the baby I picked up in a coffee shop, so long ago."

"...But as a man. As the man I want to keep for myself."

"Mom, you really—!" Kafka gasped, the scooter wobbling again as he tried to hold steady, his cock now dripping against her skin.

"I know it's wrong, Kafi!" She cried, shaking her head, her face flushed and desperate. "I know I shouldn't. I know I'm supposed to see you as family—but I can't anymore!"

"Every word you say melts me. Every time you smile at me I want to fall into your arms. I don't see a son anymore. I see my man!"

Her hips rolled in frantic circles now, milking him between her cheeks, smearing her wetness everywhere.

"I tried, Kafi! I swear I tried. I kept it inside. I tried to resist. But after tonight...after seeing you like that...I can't anymore. I don't want to resist anymore. So, please forgive me. Please forgive me for being such a bad mother…"

Her voice dropped to a ragged whisper as she slammed her ass back, hard enough that his cockhead slid down and bumped against her swollen entrance.

"…but right now I just want you inside me. I want you to fuck me, Kafi. Deep inside me. Right now!"

Her whisper lingered in the air like a curse as she raised her hips and angled herself and Kafka could feel it, the swollen lips of her pussy pressing against the tip of his cock, guiding him to her entrance.

His breath caught, panic exploding through him as he realized what she was about to do.

"Mom, stop—" He hissed, voice cracking. "Not now, not here, not on the road. Please, I'm begging you! We can go home, go to the bedroom, I'll fuck you so hard that it will be worth the wait!...But just not here. It's not safe! Please—!"

But Olivia only turned her head, cheeks burning, eyes shimmering with need and defiance. A smile, trembling but certain, spread across her lips.

"Sorry, Kafi...I'm really sorry for everything, for having these taboo feelings towards you, for being a horrible mother who can't even treat you as my son anymore, and for not listening to your words right now..."

She whispered breathlessly, her tone breaking between guilt and hunger.

"...But I just can't hold back anymore."

And before he could protest again, she drove her hips back with all her weight.

"Squelch!♡~ Ahhhhhh!♡~ Haughh!♡~ Kafiiiii!♡~"

His cock slammed deep inside her in one single stroke and her tight, virgin walls clenched down like a vice, and he groaned helplessly as his shaft was swallowed to the hilt.

Olivia also let out a sharp, strangled cry, a mixture of agony and ecstasy, as she gasped in horror at just how thick, how brutally deep he was inside her.

Her body shuddered as she realized he was lodged all the way into her womb, filling her more than she had ever imagined.

A hot wetness gushed down over his thighs, and Kafka looked down in wide-eyed horror.

"O-Oh, fuck...Mom, blood?!"

She was dripping red, her torn innocence staining him and in that moment, he realized in shock that he had just taken his mother's virginity—not in a bed, not in some bedroom, not even in a building with four walls.

But on a scooter, on a lonely stretch of road, with the engine humming beneath them and the wind rushing past, unable to believe it would come to this crazy scenario that was out of a wet dream...