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

But of course she couldn't let me do what I wanted due to her status as a married woman and the age gap between us, and timidly said, after finding her courage to talk to me,

"W-What are you doing, Kafka? Didn't you just say that you were going to teach me something?...T-Then why are you doing something as inappropriate as this?"

Grope~ Grope~

She meekly looked down and saw my hands move down even more and grope the sides of her chest like it was made of dough, which only made her even more embarrassed than she already was. And she looked like she couldn't believe that she was letting a high schooler do such things to her and was wondering just what was going on in her life that was so boring and monotonous before.

"What are you talking about, Camila? I am teaching you something right now." I said as I ran my fingers through the outer curve of her massive breasts and lifted her jugs up from the bottom, which had quite the weight to them.

"I'm letting you experience what a real man would do to you if you ever sat next to him when he's watching TV in the place of your husband, since I believe that all women should be treated right and none of them should be left out when it comes to receiving the common pleasures of this world."

"And unlike whatever your so-called husband is, a real man who loves his wife to bits would never let go of an opportunity to grope his beloved wife...And especially wouldn't be able to keep his hands to himself if his wife has tits as big as yours that barely fit in my hand." I said as I threw all reservations aside and fully started to grope Camila's right breast through her clothes while she trembled in my embrace.

Grope~ Caress~

Grope~ Stroke~

"Noo!~~ M-My chest isn't that big!~~" Camila closed her eyes and exclaimed, embarassed by the fact that her neighbour's son was pointing out just how big her creamy breasts were, which were as soft as warm clouds and as bouncy as freshly made pudding.

"But they are, Camila...You're tits are just as fat as I say, and even more..." I smiled as I squeezed her soft breasts even harder to the point they were spilling out from the gaps between my fingers, which made her whimper out from having her breasts mushed around like dough.

"I mean, just look at how ample and voluminous they are, like they're full of milk that's going to spurt out at any second...Calling these mounds of fat anything other than big and plump would be a blatant lie."

"And I don't know what you're seeing every day in the mirror, Camila, but these are definitely some massive knockers that would probably go restless if someone didn't play with them every day." I said as I started to pull down her white blouse and revealed her pale white breast that currently had a layer of blush on it and looked like it was about to spill out of her blue bra because of how fat they were compared to the small bra she was wearing that was barley holding these puppies in.

"Noo!~~ My daughter already drank all the milk I had in my breasts when I had her, so there's nothing that will come out no matter how much you squeeze my chest, Kafka!~" Camila exclaimed in a fluster and quickly grabbed my hand when she saw me slipping my fingers into her bra, trying to stop me from taking it off.

She then looked up at me with a pleading look on her face, with trembling eyes that looked like they were about to cry and and said in a shaky voice,

"...A-And I think you should really stop here, Kafka, and not go any further since I'm a married woman, a-and anymore would be too much for me to handle."

"Then what if you weren't a married woman? What if you were still single and had no one else in your life?" I stopped digging through her bra and looked down at her figure, who was looking up at me with teary eyes and a flushed face, completely losing any countenance as an adult. And looked more like an innocent girl who was about to lose her virginity to a man who snatched her off the streets.

"...Would you stop me even then?"

"T-That...I-I...I don't-..." She stuttered and looked up at me in hesitation, as she didn't know what to answer since she herself didn't know what she would do at that moment, and was caught in a dilema at how she saw me and just what kind of feelings she held for the boy next door that had suddenly barged into her life and was making a mess of it for better or worse along the way.

I could honestly take advantage of Camila's current vulnerable state, where her head was in a mess and she didn't know what to feel about what was going on, and go even further with her. But I didn't want to push her limits and make her do something she would regret later on, and I decided I would stop right now and only go all the way when she was also prepared to completely accept me.

But judging by how she sees me now, it looks like it won't be long before that happens.

"It's fine, Camila. You don't have to scramble your head for an answer and can slowly think about it later on." I said as I stopped groping her chest, which made her look at me in surprise for being so thoughtful when she knew that she wouldn't be able to resist even if I went any further and would be forced to make some hard decisions that she currently wasn't clear on.

This only made her blush, as if she found my consideration for her something that she was really attracted to and made her like me more than she already did before. She also couldn't help but bow her head down and glance at me from the corner of her eye, like she was a shy little bride looking at her husband for the first time after marriage.

"And until then I won't do anything uncouth to you that would make you uncomfortable, so you can relax and not be so tensed when you're around me."

To prove that I was serious this time, I even took my hand off her shoulders and was about to move a little to the side to give her some personal space.

But just as I lifted my hand off her shoulders, Camila's hands shot up from below, firmly grabbed onto my hand, and placed them right back onto her shoulder, like that's where they belonged at all times, and she looked like she didn't want me to take them off at all costs.

When I looked at her to ask what she was doing, I only saw her shyly looking away from my gaze and say in a soft voice,

"...T-Touching that place is a bit too much since I'm still a married woman who belongs to my husband. B-But a hand on my shoulder should be fine I guess, since it's not really a inappropriate place to touch and can be considered a friendly gesture."

She looked like she found it really comfortable and soothing to have my hand wrapped around her neck and wanted it to stay on there for a little bit longer since she was addicted to the feeling of warmth and protection I gave her when I did so, but was too embarrassed to say it directly since her social status stopped her from doing so and said it in a roundabout way, hoping that I would understand.

I smiled at her adorable little way of saying, 'hug me even more, and don't you ever stop even if I tell you to', which only made me want to make her feel even more comforted and safe and give her all the love that her bastard of a husband didn't give.