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

"Now, now, Bella...Is that how you treat someone who's trying to help you out?"

Camila patted her daughter's shoulders to console her, as she wasn't really against the idea, since she was also intrigued by the thought of her daughter's pale white chest covered in her fluids, which was surely a sight to galore and admire that would surely fuel her perverted desires.

"And I personally think that we should follow what Kafka said for our safety, especially since we've done much more shameful things today, which makes this look tame in comparison..." Camila said with a teasing look in her eyes as she looked at her daughter's flustered face, which made Bella remember all the vulgar things she did with her mother this past hour and the levels of intimacy both of them reached that no other mother and daughter out there have gone through, no matter how close they may be.

Seeing that her daughter wasn't arguing anymore and was bashfully looking down while thinking of what was to come, Camila decided that her daughter was ready.

And then, without giving any warning to Bella, she leaned forward towards her daughter's chest, pushed her own hair aside, and while her mouth was right above her daughter's white clevage on top that could hold a porcelain plate, she parted her lips and let her saliva flow down onto her daughter's breasts.

Drip~ Flow~ Drool~

Bella was caught off guard by her mother's spontaneous actions, and she didn't even have enough time to dodge Camila's attack. She could only watch as a stream of saliva that was twinkling in the light like a steam of starlight came out of her mother's mouth and dropped onto her chest, where it slowly flowed down her curves because of how viscous it was.

It almost felt like her mother was pouring hot oil on her chest because of how hot it was, almost as if it could scald her skin if it was on there for too long.

Drip~ Drip~ Drip~

Camila's sweet drool was dripping down her daughter's chest and, in a matter of seconds, was going to down the edge of her globes and onto her lap. But before that could happen, Kafka quickly came in to save the day and swiftly used his tongue to spread the liquid all over her breasts, like he was spreading butter on a slice of bread.

Lick!~ Swish!~ Lick!~

From the patch of skin where Camila's fluids dropped down, he propagated the drool all across Bella's breasts just by using his lips and tongue, and he applied it all over the area where the rashes were forming, like it was some kind of lotion.

He also didn't forget to suck on those red patches on her skin in the name of extracting the toxin, which made Bella cover her mouth to stop herself from whimpering.

"Ahhh!♡~ D-Daddy!♡~...Mmm!♡~ Y-You don't have to suck on my breasts so hard!♡~"

Bella moaned out and called Kafka her father, which sounded much better when said in a sweet tone that was full of ecstasy from having her breasts teased by her so-called father.

"What else am I supposed to do, Bella, when that's the only way I can cure you of the poison?" Kafka said in a rather fatherly tone, like he was actually treating Bella like his own daughter; he had taken care of her whole life at the moment.

"I also don't want to be sucking on my daughter's breasts like this...But because of the situation, I have no other option other than to do what I'm doing right, when I'm only used to only playing around with your mother's breasts and not the girl she gave birth to."

"Ooooh!♡~ Mmm!♡~ Nnn!♡~ Haaa!♡~ Argh!♡~" Bella could only moan out in reluctance at having her breasts played with so aggressively, seeing as to how he wasn't listening to her.

"And speaking of your mother's overwhelming chest, you still haven't reached the sheer size of the ripe melons she has hanging on her chest..." Kafka said as he compared the apples he was sucking on to Camila's cantaloupes, which were hanging by his side and slammed into his face every once in a while whenever Camila made any quick movements.

And remembering the pictures of young Bella he saw earlier, he continued saying, "...But I can see that you're slowly getting there with how I can't even fit each one of your mounds into my hand, when you were flat as a pancake back when you were in middle school where someone could probably even lay a train track on your chest with how smooth it was."

"Isn't that right, Camila?"

Kafka looked at Camila, who was continuing to let down some drool on her daughter's chest wherever it seemed like Kafka was going to suck on next, while having a rather lewd expression on her face from watching her transparent saliva leak down her daughter's curvy chest.

"Don't you think that our daughter has gotten quite big over the years, especially around the chest region?"

"Y-Yes darling..."

Camila's body shook in delight when she heard Kafka call her darling so tenderly, like they were all family, which was exactly what she desired with all her heart. She then caressed her daughter's cheek in a gentle manner while looking at Bella's eyes, which were shimmering in shame from being called flat by Kafka, and said,

"She used to be such a spoiled girl when she was young, who didn't want anything to do with her mother...But look at what she is doing now—letting her father suck on her budding breasts while her mother watches from the side.

"Whether it may be her open breasts that have grown up in the years or her heart that's finally opened up to me, our daughter has truly changed..." Camila said in a soothing tone and gave her daughter a kiss on the forehead, which made Bella's cheeks turn even more red than they already were since it was the first time she had been kissed by her mother in a long time, and she grew to miss the feeling of her mother's soft lips.

"I know, right?...Our Bella really has grown up."

Kafka agreed with Camila and acted as if he were her husband of many years whom she raised her daughter with, while he sucked on Bella's skin, which was slowly turning back to its pale white tone after licking off the spicy juice.

He then continued saying, as he groped both of her breasts in his hand like he was checking out their size,

"And because of her spontaneous growth around her rather private regions that make men go crazy and because of how similar she looks to you, I'm afraid that in a few years time she's going to look just like you, Camila, which I don't want to happen at all costs for the sake of our family."

"Why are you afraid of something like that, darling, almost like it's a life-altering change?" Camila asked as she let out some sweet saliva from her mouth onto her daughter's other breast, since Kakfa had already moved on after licking the first one clean. "Isn't it quite normal for a daughter to look like her mother?"

"And wouldn't a pervert like you, who loves his wife a little too much, love the fact that there's another woman in the house that just looks like me?" Camila said with a devilish look on her face as she held onto her own milk bags and squeezed into them until her nipples popped out right in front of Kafka's face and looked like she was asking him to play with her as well.

"That's exactly the problem!"

Kafka said as he bit down onto the perky nipples in front of him and sucked on them like a baby with a pacifier.

"Aughhh!♡~"

Camila let out a loud moan as she could feel Kafka's sharp teeth grazing against the edge of her stiff nipples, which were as soft as cherries.

"If both of you looked the same to one another and didn't have anything that could notably differentiate both of you apart, I'm afraid that one day I'm going to accidentally take Bella for you, Camila, and do some unspeakable things to her that I actually wanted to with my wife in that moment that can't be taken back no matter and will forever change our relationship..."

Kakfa mentioned a rather immoral scenario that may have been seen as a nightmare for most mothers out there to have their daughters taken advantage of by their own fathers. But to Camila, who was a pervert with devious tendencies of her own, this seemed like an exciting situation that she wanted to see play out while watching and getting off to it in the corner.

Even Bella, who was struggling to keep her velvety voice from leaking out from having her breasts harrased, perked up when she heard Kafka's words and wondered just what it would be like to be mistaken for her mother and have her body violated by her supposed father in place of Camila.

And when she did imagine the scenario, she shook her head in a fluster at the shameful thoughts she was having....But at the same time, she didn't seem to care about it too much, like she wouldn't really mind if she got ambushed by her stepfather, just to see what it felt like to be in his violent embrace and how he would tear her body apart thinking of her as her mother...