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

Chapter 60  Sour Like A Tart

"Anything for you?" He smiled and gave his daughter a light pinch on the cheek. "Hearing you say that makes me want to do a whole lot of things a father should never do with his daughter."

"But I'll keep those thoughts for another day when your mother isn't at home, and for now, I'll simply ask you to get a good whiff of my fingers that have been sitting in your dirty place for a while now so that you can tell me what it smells like." He slid his hands from her cheek to her mouth, till his fingers were just hovering in front of her nose, like they were waiting to be sniffed.

If she wasn't already anxious about smelling his fingers that were covered in her ass sweat and was looking at his fingers like she was actually intimidated by them, her son was also poking around her anus with his hand that was still on her butt, which only made her nerves even more tight. And as if her son had noticed how tense she was, he started to draw circles on the rim of her anus and did it in such a way that only the tip of his finger was in contact with her skin.

This created a soothing sensation on her behind, like he was playing the harp with the wrinkles on her asshole, which in one way or another helped her calm down a bit. Once she got over the initial hesitation after calming down, she gave her son's hand that was hanging right before and her one last look. She then went a little forward, put her nose up to his hand, and while her son watched, she smelled his fingers that were covered in her buttcheeks pure essence.

Sniff~ Sniff~

She gave his hand, particularly his middle finger, that got the most action, a good sniff and thought that she would immediately be assaulted by a horrendous smell. But to her surprise, nothing of the sort happened, as she could barely smell anything on his hand.

Sniff~ Sniff~ She smelled his hand once again, like she was smelling a rose, and just like before, she couldn't smell anything significant that stood out to her. This only made her wonder just how clean her butthole was—that she couldn't even smell anything after sniffing his fingers that had partially entered her ass. Well, one thing she knew for sure was that the triple-ass washing technique was working out like she was expecting, and her son wasn't lying when he said her butt was squeaky clean.

But unfortunately for her, she couldn't simply say that she smelled nothing after giving his fingers a whiff, as her son would never choose to believe it and would think that she was lying. And to make sure that he didn't go around sniffing his hands himself to find out for himself, she caught hold of his hand and brought it closer to her face, till his hand was covering her lower face and his fingers were resting on her nose.

And while her son looked surprised at her initiative, she gave his slightly wet fingers that were covered in her ass sweat a good sniff, like she was trying to inhale every pore of sweat on his fingers.

Sniff~

Unlike before, this time she actually smelled something unusual on his fingers that she had never smelled before, which made her wonder if this was really how her butt smelled after a good sweat.

"What does it smell like?" Her son immediately asked, curious to know what his mother's ass sweat smelled like.

"I don't know exactly how it smells like...But if I had to say a word to describe the smell, it would probably be sour." She said, as she thought of ways to describe the smell. "It's almost as if I was smelling a sweet tart, but instead of the tart being sweet like it should be, it's sour, almost like the berries used to make the tart filling were way too ripe."

"And as for the intensity of the smell, it's actually really mild if you smell it like you smell a flower. But if you were to press your face against the area that's emitting that stench and give a good sniff, then the sour and acidic smell would hit your nose like a freight train and leave a stinging sensation in your nose, like you inhaled some concentrated fumes." She continued to describe the smell, while at the same time giving his fingers a few more whiffs to see if she could pick up a few more smells from his hand like a dog.

"And if you want to know which part of your hand smells the most, it's probably the tip of your finger since that particular spot has a more pungent and burning smell than the rest of your hand." She smelled the tip of his finger and was actually really interested in that smell, as even though it burned her nose and made it twitch because of how strong it was, it was quite an addictive scent and made her want to smell it even more.

"Why do you think that particular place smells the most, Abi?" Her son asked with a smile on his face while he watched his mother rub his finger on her nose to get a better sniff of the scent of her butt.

"Why?...It's probably because that's the part you stuck inside of my a-" She was about to mindlessly answer his question before realising what she was going to say, and immediately shut her mouth.

Her son simply chuckled at her flustered figure and pulled his hand away from her face. And as he did, a reluctant look on her face appeared as she still wanted to smell that scent her son's finger was giving off, totally forgetting that the source of it came from her ass.

Her son didn't completely pull away his hand and held it next to her face like before, but only this time he had partly closed all his other fingers other than his middle finger, which stood tall as if he were trying to show off that this was the finger that was going to enter her through her asshole in a moment. For a second, she was shocked and thought her son was rudely flicking her off with the way he was holding up his middle finger. But what he said next disproved that theory.

"Abi, hang your face over my finger and let the drool you've accumulated in your mouth dribble from your lips and fall down in a stream onto the top of my finger, like you're adding maple syrup to a pancake. And make sure that your spit drips down all the way to my palm." He said, like he wanted her to let out enough fluid from her mouth until his entire hand got drenched in her saliva. "Now that you've perfectly described the smell of your ass to me, I want you to have a taste of it and tell me how it is."

"W-Why do I have to drool all over your finger to have a taste, when I can simply give it a lick?" She asked, surprised at her son's dirty request of making his hand into a mess.

"Why else other than to lubricate my finger, while at the same time letting you have a taste of your pent-up sweat?" He laughed and then said, "Did you really think that a few licks were going to be enough to lube up my entire finger so that it could fit in your ass?" n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

She wanted to say yes to her son's question. But her body seemed to have already gotten used to following what her son said, as her mouth already started salivating and accumulating her saliva in her mouth so that she could slobber it over her son's finger, which made her unable to speak since her mouth was busy gathering her drool in her cavity below.