Really...Do you Gods really have to send a request when I'm about to have my dinner? Can you not wait a little longer, until I fill up my starving stomach?
I an the food in front of looks like it's begging to eat it and now I have to ignore it's cries, and finish this request of making my mother sit on my lap and feed like a child.
And what kind of request even is this? The previous one was simple and straightforward, with obvious lecherous intentions. But this one, which is still a bit weird for a highschool boy to do with his mom, can also be taken in a wholeso manner with no perverted intentions.
Is that what the Gods want to do? Do they want to show them a sweet and heartwarming scenario between a boy and his mother, who have reconciled after a long ti?
Is that what you wants Gods?
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Well, it's not like they are going to answer whatever questions I ask them, so I probably shouldn't waste my ti expecting them to reply to .
But in the first ssage they sent to , they did say that if I had any doubts than I simply had to follow my heart to find the answer. So, if that's all I need to do to find the right path, then what does my heart actually say?
Go down the wholeso route, that would make the Gods give a heartwarming smile?
Or go down the lecherous route, and make the Gods grin like depraved perverts?
Although my heart is leaning towards going towards the wholeso route so that I can have another touching mont with my mother in this world, that could fill the gaps for the motherly affection I didn't get as a child. Most of the blood in my heart is being pumped to my dick whenever I think about my mother laying her chunky ass on my lap with my dick right above her, so I'm not going to be a hypocrite that doesn't follow what he truly wants, and I'm going to go down the perverted route.
And even in the future if I get any vague requests that sound very simple in nature and quite harmless, I'm going to do my utmost best to turn those mundane tasks and turn them into sothing so deviant, that even the Gods would have to look away in a fluster.
There's also the fact that I'm in the World of Milfs and I have the title that calls the Incarnation of Lust, which cents the theory that I have to go down the route of debauchery.
Ding~
[The Gods approve of your thoughts]
Heh...Even the Gods themselves approved of what I must do, so what else can I say or do other then show them a performance that will make them think that I truly deserve the title of being called the Incarnation of Lust, even though I have doubts about that title myself.
"Kafi, what's wrong? Why are staring at in a daze?" My mother asked, after seeing stare at the food with a thoughtful look on my face.
"Oh, it's nothing." I reassured myself of what I was going to do next, and then looked at my mother like I was doubting if what she just said was true and said
"I was just thinking if it was really as pleasent as you say, when you fed as a child...I an, I must have been one annoying brat back then, who would've refused to eat my food and would've caused you trouble during dinner all the ti."
"What you're saying isn't all that wrong." My approved of what I said but didn't look annoyed about my past self, and was rather smiling like she found it funny.
"I wouldn't go as far as to call you a brat. But back then when you were a child, you'd always refuse to eat your food I made at ho and would only want to eat your snacks...I'd have to chase you around the house for every al since you would always run away, and I'd have to place you on my lap and hold you tightly since you would always try to escape from my embrace."
So, the little bastard even refused to sit on his mothers thighs and use her soft breasts as his back cushions, while she personally fed him his als...What a ungrateful little shit.
"You'd even jump up and down my lap and pinch on legs to get away from and go back to watching your cartoons on the TV." My mother jumped up and down in her chair to imitate what I did in the past.
TV? What's so go good on TV, that's better then getting your head caught between your mother's breasts?
"And the hardest part of feeding you was to make you open your mouth, as you would keep it shut the whole ti. I would have to squeeze your cheeks and pry your mouth open, for you to take a single bite."
She should've just broken all his front teeth, and the problem would've been solved. How can he close his mouth when he's got nothing to close it with?
I wouldn't normally think of such violent thoughts when it cos to kids and am quite patient with them, but whenever I think of my past self I just can't help but get a little irritated that he's ruining my good na. I could also possibly be jealous, that even though we look the exact sa he had a loving mother who he never appreciated, while I on the other hand never even had a mother figure in my life.
"And even after saying all that do you still think of those tis in the past, where you had to struggle to just keep fed as fond mories? Cause if I had a kid like that I wouldn't ever want to recall those torturous mories, where I would have to do my best just to keep my kid from starving himself." I complained cynicaly, even though I didn't actually think of that, and only felt this way because of the grudge I had with my past self.
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