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

Evageline...The bringer of good news. So that's the name of the God who was speaking to me. I guess now I don't have to treat her like a nameless entity the next time we speak.

[The God of Stars Noella is blushing at the incestuous relationship you have with your mother and wants to join]

Damn...She wants to join? I didn't know Gods were that horny and couldn't control themselves. I know I can handle as many mortal women as I want to, but I'm scared that a God might actually suck my life force out, so I would like to reluctantly decline her offer.

[The God of Hestia is dissatisfied since she wanted to put in the request to take your mother's virginity]

Don't blame me. Blame my mother. She's the one who fell on top of my dick and took her own hymen like the clutz she is.

[The God of Darkness Sephora enjoyed the face Lady Vanitas made when you took your virginity and is especially pleased with your performance]

Oh. Lady Vanitas actually reacted to what just happened...That's interesting.

I wonder just what face she made when she saw the son she gave birth to penetrate another woman he sincerely called his mother. It's a pity that I didn't get to see it myself, and if the Gods are hearing what I'm thinking, I hope anyone of you can record her reaction next time and show it to me so that I can enjoy it as well.

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I didn't receive any responses from the Gods but it's probably not because no one wants to help me out since plenty of the Gods seemed to have some kind of grudge against my mother but were mostly hesitant to do so since my mother was watching over me right now and they were scared of the higher power she possesses, which I wasn't clear off.

Well, whether my mother's recorded reaction comes to me in a holy pendrive or not, I should first check the note I saw on the coffee table when I walked past the living room, which was most probably from my mother, who didn't want to leave her son alone without informing me about where she was going.

I went over to the table and picked up the paper that had a few sentences written on it in pretty, free-flowing handwriting, which seemed exactly how my mother would write. On it, it was written:

Good morning, Kafi darling. I know you're probably wondering where I am right now, but don't worry, as I just left early to finish up some official work regarding our move here and won't be home until late in the night. So I hope you can take care of yourself until then and make sure not to touch the stove or do anything dangerous until I'm back, and order whatever you want for your meals.

I wonder if she actually has some work regarding our move to this town from what I suppose was the city, or if she's just saying so that she doesn't have to see me because she didn't know how to face me after using her son's dick to accidentally take her own virginity.

And I can't believe that she's treating me like a child who can't even cook and is telling me not to touch the stove when I have more than enough skills in the kitchen to serve her a seven-course meal that would blow her mind away at my cooking capabilities. I'm even contemplating actually doing so for dinner, just so that she knows who's the man of the house and the kitchen.

But before thinking of that, I should probably read the final note she left on the letter for me.

And could you do me a favour, Kafi, and return the plastic container you ate the pasta out of last night to the neighbours. I saw that those boxes were empty and had already been washed by you in the morning, so I'm guessing you found the pasta the neighbours gave you last night and had your fill.

So I hope you can make a quick stop at our neighbour's house since she was the one kind enough to give us some homecoming dishes and return the container to her and thank her on my behalf for the well wishes.

PS: Our neighbour seems like a lovely lady that we should feel lucky to have as our neighbour, so I hope you don't do anything dumb like you do with me and ruin our family's relationship with her, since I really want to get along with her and learn cooking from her since she makes some really good food.

Hmph! Just what does my mother think of me? Why would I do something unjust and inappropriate to the lady next door when I was such a gentleman in real life?...The only possibility of that happening is if the lady next door was my next target in this trial I was playing.

...But now that I think about it, it seems like her being the next girl I had to interact with seemed highly likely, since the next-door milf that was waiting for you to 'come' into her house was quite the famous trope you would see anywhere that had milfs in it.

And there was also one more interesting aspect about her that made her stand out from the rest, which was that her cooking skills were actually divine, in my opinion.

And I wasn't just saying so to be polite like my mother was, but I actually believed that she was a one-of-a-kind chef after feasting on the pasta she made yesterday, after still feeling hungry even after eating everything my mother made.