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

"What about my headpats, Kafi? You promised..." She looked at me with a sharp gaze in her eyes, like she was daring me to take back what I said, and pulled on her cheeks to back up her threat.

"Fine! Fine!...Just stop pulling on my cheeks! It really hurts!" I said and was surprised that I actually could feel the pain of my cheeks being pinched, since I had gotten used to ignoring any type of pain I feel in my body because of my shitty past, and guessed that it was because I was spending more time in her presence, that I felt more human than ever.

I didn't want to be pinched for too long, a little afraid that my cheeks would get loose after pulling them apart like dough, so I quickly petted my mother's head like she wished.

And just so that she wasn't dissatisfied, I used both my hands to ruffle up her hair like a father would do to his daughter, which seemed to make her really happy since she closed her eyes and shook her head like a dog that was being petted by its owner.

While I petted her head, I thought of how everything I thought of went perfectly and how my mother was finally mine.

I knew that my mother had feelings for me as a man and also knew that she was aware of it herself, but the problem was that she wouldn't easily accept it herself and would struggle to come to terms with it since we had been mother and son for so long.

And it wouldn't be easy for her to suddenly treat me as someone else she has special feelings for, when she's only seen me as her son since I was a baby.

That's why I first asked questions about the things that one would never do with their son, and made her understand that she was already far too gone into the path of debauchery and there was no going back to simply treating me as her son.

I also made her understand that it was me and only me that made her feel a certain way, and there was no one else that could replace me since I held the special identity of her son, which added another layer of comfort and taboo to our relationship and made it more exciting and assuring, since she felt the most safe with her son.

I also made sure to avoid any questions that involved love and romance at first and focused on ones that just involved carnal pleasure, so that she wouldn't be reminded of her current husband, who I actually don't have a proper read on, since for some reason my mother is acting like she doesn't even have a husband at all, even though I was sure that she was a married woman judging by the wedding ring on her finger, which is still a mystery to me.

After rapidly bombarding her with questions so that she wouldn't be allowed to think too much, I asked questions that involved our potential future and possible scenarios, which allowed her to imagine our future together and stabilised our relationship.

Finally, after all that, I didn't allow her to make a decision herself and forced her into a relationship with me, which made her believe that she had no choice but to be with me, which eventually sealed the deal with her.

I wasn't really stressed thinking that she would start regretting what she did with me and want to go back to how things normally were after my talk with her, but I was still uneasy during the process since it was the first time I was trying to handle and manoeuvre a woman who was my own mother.

And while I was contemplating over what just happened, my mother also started to come back to her senses as her eyes turned more sane and the enchanted expression on her face was slowly disappearing with every time I stroked her head full of smooth and silky hazel hair.

"Kafi..." She suddenly caught my hands, which were ruffling up her messy hair, and brought them near her chest. She then looked at me with a solemn look on her face, regaining her usual countenance, and looked like she wanted to ask me something serious.

"I know I said that I would accept our 'special' mother-son relationship since there's no way that I can ignore these taboo feelings I have for you, which I know makes me a horrible mother who has devious thoughts about her own son." She looked guilty at the fact that instead of raising her son to be a good man, she was making her son's dick raise up.

"...But since you're willing to accept such a disgraceful mother into your life, I'm more than willing to accept any hate or loathing I may receive from others for having such feelings for my son, since it's worth it at the end of the day if I can be loved by you, Kafi." She looked at me with hopeful eyes, that were already picturing a future where both of us were together.

But all of a sudden her bright and cheery eyes darkened, like our future had suddenly hit a terrifying storm, and she said with a gloomy look on her face while clutching the hems of her clothes

"But at the same time, even though I'm willing to walk in the pits of hell for you, I can't allow you, my beloved son, whom I've cared for my whole life, to go through all that abuse and animosity that we may receive from others and society in general for having such an incestuous relationship...A-And because of that, I don't really know what to do, since I really do want to be one with you, Kafi, but at the same time, I don't want you to be hated and bullied just because you're in a relationship with me, your mother."

She looked really distraught at what to do about our situation and how to go forward in our bizzare relationship, which was sure to be judged by everyone else since it was something that was condemned as taboo, and looked like she was going to cry because of how lost she was. But unlike my mother, who was starting to tear up in helplessness, I simply gave a sigh of relief and said in a relaxed tone

"Phew...I thought that you were going to say something serious or were going to ground me for something I did...But it turns out to be just a small issue that was barely worth noting. You really got me there, mom; you really got me."

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