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

Olivia had been in nirvana only moments ago, her body still trembling from the overwhelming orgasm as Kafka's seed poured deep inside her womb.

Her entire being had felt as though it had slipped into another realm, a haze of bliss where nothing else existed but him inside her.

But that bliss shattered in an instant when the scooter jolted over the bump and the world spun. The shock ripped her back to reality, panic lancing through the haze as they were both launched into the air.

Her instincts screamed. Without thinking, she threw her arms around him mid-turn, clutching Kafi as tightly as she could.

If she was going to fall, then she wanted to fall with him, wanted to make sure that even in that terrifying moment, she was protecting him as much as she could.

The wind whipped around them, and she shut her eyes, certain that the next thing she'd feel was pain, the kind that would end everything.

But instead...softness.

Her body sank into something damp, yielding, almost cushion-like. For a terrifying heartbeat she thought they'd both died, that this was heaven opening its arms to them.

She almost sobbed then, not out of fear for herself but because she thought she had dragged him into death with her. Her chest ached with guilt.

Then her eyes fluttered open.

Not heaven. Not death. A muddy, soaked paddy field stretched around them, rice stalks bowing under the weight of water.

And there he was, Kafka, safe beneath her, her body straddling his. He had twisted mid-air, turned her, protected her. His arms had locked around her in that split second, ensuring her landing was soft while he took the brunt of the impact.

Her heart thudded painfully as she realized the truth. What she'd said earlier...it was true. No matter what happened, her Kafi would always save her.

But when she pushed herself up slightly, she noticed his eyes were closed, his chest rising only faintly. Panic crashed over her again.

"Kafi—! Kafi, are you all right? Please, answer me!" She cried, shaking him, her voice trembling with desperation. Her tears threatened to spill as guilt flooded her. "I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry for dragging you into this...I went insane, I lost control, and now...oh God, please, please wake up, please be okay…"

For a moment that felt endless, she thought she'd lost him. Then his eyes cracked open, his brow furrowing with dismay as he groaned.

"…ugh. Mom...I'm fine." He said as he wiped the rice plant of his face. There's mud everywhere, even in places the sun's never touched...but I'm alive. We're alive."

Her breath escaped her in a heavy sob of relief.

"Thank God...thank God. I thought, I thought I'd killed you. I thought—" She pressed her forehead against his chest, shaking, whispering apologies over and over. "I ruined everything...I was supposed to be responsible, supposed to your mother...and instead I—"

But he cut her rambling off with the gentlest touch, his hand lifting to stroke her cheek despite the mud caking his fingers. His eyes, steady and warm, caught hers.

"It's all right." He said softly. "It was crazy, yeah. Completely insane. But...we didn't die. And I got something I've been wanting for so long."

His thumb brushed her cheek tenderly.

"I finally heard it...The confession I've been waiting to hear from you."

Her cheeks went pink instantly, heat rushing through her body.

The confession...She'd said it. She'd admitted her love, without hesitation, without shame. She'd confessed while his cock was buried inside her, her body betraying every ounce of restraint she had left.

Even now, she could feel it, the wet, sticky heat between her thighs, his cum filling her womb, her body still quivering from the memory.

"I, Kafi, I…" She stammered helplessly, her face burning. "I didn't mean...I mean, I did, but, oh God…" She buried her face in her hands, mortified, uncertain if he would laugh or hate her for it.

But instead, he caressed her again, gently pulling her closer until their foreheads touched.

"You don't need to say anything else." He murmured. "You've already said enough. More than enough. And I'm glad you did. I'm glad you were honest with me, Mom." His voice dropped lower, tender, sincere. "I've wanted to tell you the same for so long. That I don't just see you as my mother."

".....I love you too. I love you as my woman. My lover."

Her eyes widened, disbelief shining in them.

"R-Really? Kafi…? You...You really feel that way about me?"

He chuckled, his chest vibrating beneath her.

"Of course. With how close we've been...with everything we've shared...how could I not? It was only a matter of time before we admitted it." His lips curved into a soft smile. "I'm just glad you said it first."

Her lips parted, her body trembling as if the weight of everything was finally sinking in.

"But...but Kafi, it's wrong, isn't it? It's taboo, it's—"

"And yet it feels right." He interrupted gently. "So right. Doesn't it? That's all that matters to me. I don't care how it's supposed to be. I care about us. About you. So tell me, Mom...are you happy? Do you regret this? Or...are you satisfied?"

Her chest tightened. For a heartbeat, she wondered, should she regret it?

Should she want something "normal"?

But the answer rose in her immediately, crystal clear.

"No..." She whispered, shaking her head with a trembling smile. "No, not at all, Kafi. I don't regret a single thing. This...this love I have for you, this bond we've made...it makes me feel more alive, more like a woman, more fulfilled than I've ever been."

"I don't want to change it. I love you, Kafi. Not just as a son...but as my man. The man I cherish more than anything."

Their eyes locked, emotion burning between them, heavy and undeniable and slowly, achingly slowly, they leaned in until their lips met, not rushed, not hungry, but deep and tender.

"Mmm!♡~ Mmm!♡~ Kiss!♡~ Mmm!♡~ Slurp!♡~"

A passionate kiss that sealed everything they had confessed, binding them together in a way words never could.

The muddy paddy field, the ruined scooter, the insanity of what they'd just done, none of it mattered anymore.

All that mattered was this: they were lovers now. And nothing would ever change that.

"Kiss!♡~ Kiss!♡~ Mwah!♡~ Kiss!♡~ Nibble!♡~"

Olivia had just been melting into Kafka's kiss, tasting mud and rice stalks but not caring, her heart swelling with joy at the thought that he was no longer just her son but her lover.

Her lover, her man, her Kafi. She wanted to surrender herself completely, to let this forbidden bond take over every part of her.

But then it hit her, a sudden, sharp sting deep in her butt that made her yelp and pull away, her body jerking upright on top of him.

Her lips broke from his with a gasp, eyes wide, hands braced against his chest.

"Mom? What's wrong?" Kafi frowned, immediately sitting up as well, his hands steadying her trembling hips. "Did something happen? Did you get hurt?"

His voice was raw with concern, his lips brushing against hers again unconsciously as if to soothe her.

"Is it...the mud? Don't tell me the kiss tasted like dirt, since to be honest I did a lot of in my mouth on impact?" He gave a weak grin, trying to lighten the mood.

But she shook her head quickly, her eyes wide and embarrassed.

"No, Kafi...no, it's not that. Your kiss was perfect, it's just…" She shifted uncomfortably on his lap, biting her lip. "It's my butt. I don't know why but, it hurts. A stinging kind of pain. Almost like something poked me back there."

"You mean you actually hurt yourself in the fall?" His brows knitted tighter, as he brushed muddy hair from her face, worry growing. "But I took the impact for you, I made sure of it. Mom, where does it hurt?"

Her lips trembled as she admitted softly, embarrassed. "No, Kafi. Not on the outside. I didn't get hurt on the outer part of my body. Not even on my cheeks...but...deeper. Inside." She bit her lip, her ears feeling warm. "Like...like something's burning between my buttcheeks."

Kafi went pale instantly. "Wait...don't tell me—"

"What?" She blurted, panic flashing across her face. "What do you mean, Kafi? What happened?"

"Mom..." He swallowed, wincing. "...don't tell me you got...hemorrhoids."

"Kafi!" She squealed, smacking his chest with both hands and shaking him in outrage. "How can you joke about something like that right now? That's not funny!" She then glared, pouting in equal parts fury and embarrassment. "I'll have you know I have a perfectly healthy, tight, firm ass!"

That made him grin despite himself. His hands slid down to cup her ass, giving it a firm squeeze, then a sharp slap that echoed wetly in the muddy field.

"Mmm...you're right. Plump, juicy...damn near perfect. I can vouch for that."

Her blush deepened, but she still wiggled her hips on his lap with a frown.

"But Kafi, I'm not joking. It really aches when I move...see? It stings even when I try to roll my hips like this." She demonstrated with a slow grind, biting her lip as her face twitched between discomfort and arousal.

He tilted his head, thoughtful now, eyes locked on hers. "…Mom. Maybe it's because...my cock is still inside you right now. When we fell, I might've driven myself too deep. That could be why you're sore."

Hearing this, her eyes widened in confusion. She looked at him like he'd said something ridiculous, something that made absolutely no sense at all.

"What are you talking about, Kafi?...That's impossible. How can you even say something like that?"

"Why not?" He challenged, furrowing his brow. "I can feel it. Right now. I'm still buried inside you. You're squeezing me so tight, I can barely think. You can't tell me I'm not inside."

But Olivia shook her head firmly, her expression dead serious.

"No. I know what it feels like when you're in me. That fullness...that pressure in my vagina, I know it. I can't mistake it. And I don't feel that now."

"...All I feel is your c-cum leaking out of me...but your penis? It's not there, Kafi. Not in my pussy."

"Then..." He froze, blood running cold. "What the hell am I inside of right now?"

Their eyes met, both equally unsettled, and together they tilted her hips back, letting the faint light of the moon spill down between her thighs.

The sight made both of them gasp in unison.

Her pussy was swollen, red and glistening, his seed still flowing out in thick rivulets that dripped down his pelvis.

But she was right, his cock wasn't inside her there at all. The only thing stretching her lips was the mess he had already left behind.

And yet...his shaft was definitely buried in her body.

And they both saw it, the base pressed flush against her skin, pulsing inside her.

But not in her pussy...Lower.

Olivia's breath caught, her entire body going stiff. Her heart pounded in her ears as realization dawned.

"…no...no, it can't be." She whispered, trembling as her hands gripped his shoulders hard. She tilted her hips back further, praying she was wrong.

But the truth was undeniable.

Her anus, which should have been closed, untouched...was spread wide around his cock, sucking him in obscenely deep.

The pale ring of muscle clenched visibly around the thickness of him, holding him in place.

Her eyes went wide, face flushing from embarrassment to pale horror.

"K-Kafi…" She stammered, voice trembling. "…you're not in my vagina...you're in my ass...y-you're in the wrong hole."