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

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"Come on, mom, I was simply joking when I called mom by her name~..." I said in order to console my mother and found it weird that I had to call another person 'mom', and wondered how I could differentiate them since I seem to call both of them the same thing.

"...And whatever problem I had with mom is in the past, with the old me...The new me wants a fresh start with everything and wants to rewrite everything I've done, including the issues I had with mom."

"It better be like that, Kafi, or else I'll really be mad since Olivia already blames herself for not being in your life too much since she's always so busy and feels horrible about it." My mother said strictly, which didn't really suit her cute face.

"And if she hears that you've suddenly started to call her 'Olivia' instead of 'mom, I just don't know just how bad she will feel and will surely blame herself for your behaviour."

Nod~ Nod~

I nodded my head like an obedient little boy at every word my mother said, which made her give a sigh of relief, seeing that I understood the seriousness of the matter.

"But that does really make me wonder..." I slowly said as I tapped the table next to me to ask the doubt on my mind.

"Wonder about what, Kafi?" My mother asked as she moved a little closer to me while holding her sheets up to her chest, seeing that I was thinking of some serious thoughts. "What do you want to ask?...Don't be shy and ask me anything since I'm your mother, who you can feel free to speak to."

"Well, it's nothing too serious, but I am confused as to why you are attracted to me, a man, when you're a lesbian?" I directly asked the question that had bugged me for a while now and irked me quite a bit, as I didn't really know how to feel that my mother was into women since it was something new to me.

"Is it simply because I'm too charming that you couldn't resist me even when you are into women?...Or is it something more spicy, like you were interested in me just because I was your son?"

"Or is it a boring answer like you are simply bisexual and go both ways?" I asked, not knowing what kind of answer I wanted in the end, and hoped for one that didn't disappoint me too much.

And just like I had asked for, I got a rather confused but positive response from my mother when she looked at me with a dumbfounded look on her face and asked,

"Lesbian?...Bisexual??...What do those terms even mean? Is it something you kids these days make up and call each other for fun?"

"Lesbian, as in a person who's only interested in women and a bisexual woman who likes both men and women...How do you not know these terms when you like women, mom?" I asked in a flabbergasted manner, as no matter how ignorant she was, she wouldn't forget about such terms that are important among the 'community' she belongs to.

"I may have heard those terms once or twice in my life, but I didn't really pay attention to them too much." My mother said in a thoughtful manner.

She then looked at me with a peculiar look in her eye, like she didn't know where I was spewing such nonsense from, and asked, as a matter of fact,

"But leaving all those confusing words aside for a moment, who in the world said that I liked women?"

"You don't?" I asked with the same look of confusion as her.

"Of course I don't, Kafi! Why do you even look so confused when you ask that, when you already know for a matter of fact that I don't have such interests!?" She said with a bright blush, suggesting how she could have done what she had done earlier in bed if she only liked women.

"I mean, accepting my feelings for you when you are my son was already such a big hurdle for me...But if I only liked girls, as you said, then there's no way I would've fallen for and probably would have to look out for a daughter who's as beautiful as you if I want to repeat such a complicated relationship." She said, implying an incestuous relationship with her daughter as well if she had one, which she immediately regretted saying because it made her look like a pervert who was out on the hunt for any incestuous relationship she could find.

"But wait, that doesn't make sense..." I said while holding my chin and tapping on the table. "If you're saying that you're not into women, then why are you in a relationship with mom, who's obviously a lady, and why are you living together?"

"...Not to mention adopting me into your life, when both of you don't seem to have any feelings for each other like any normal girl-girl couple would?...It just doesn't work out no matter how I think about it."

I said, which made my mother look at me with her eyes squinted and her pink lips parted open, like she was trying her best to process what I said but was struggling to do so since what I said was too preposterous for her to think about.

She then shook her head and gestured at me with her hand to stop talking, and looked at me with an exasperated look on her face and told,

"Kafi, I'm going to have to stop you right there, as I'm already confused with what you said now, and my head will actually explode if I hear another word from you since none of what you said is true and is something you made up."

"...But at the same time, I can't really blame you since Olivia and I never explained the workings of our family, thinking that there would be a day when you would ask us on your own...And it seems like that day has finally come, when you are mature enough to know more about your family and how we all came to be to become a family of three." My mother looked at me in an appreciative manner, like she was happy that I grew out of my edgy stage and seemed to care more about our family and the history behind it.

"I know you don't want to hear a long story about how me and Olivia met and how you came into the picture, so let me tell you the short version of it." My mother lied back on her pillow like she was thinking of the distant past, and I also leaned forward to know just how this weird family worked.

"What started it all was when me and Olivia met in high school years ago.." My mother started her story with Olivia and how it all came to be.

"At first, when I heard about Olivia in high school, I thought that we would never interact too much because of our personalities and interests that vary too much...But through some coincidences and interactions with Olivia that changed my life forever, she turned out to be the person I loved the most and treasured more than anyone else in the world."

My mother gave a gentle smile, like she was thinking of some kind of fond memories of the past she had with Olivia.

"In the eyes of others, she was a cold and distant person that was hard to approach because of her dark and silent personality, and that's what I also thought at first...But after actually getting to know her, I found out that she was nothing like that and was simply someone who struggled to express her emotions and was the cutest, most adorable creature in the world that you just couldn't help but want to hug because of how cute she was and the way she did everything like a clutz~"

My mother said as she hugged the pillow and swung it around, like how a mighty wolf that she thought was terrifying at first actually turned out to be a cute little fluffy puppy that you couldn't help but want to carry around everywhere you go because of how lovable it was.

"That's why the stranger that I randomly met through some coincidences in school turned out to be someone I considered my best friend, closest companion, sister from another mother, and someone that I treated close and dear with all my heart~"

"So basically, your BFF, your best friend forever?" I asked, hearing about their interesting relationship that was actually quite wholesome to hear.

"No, more like my, BFFFFFFF, my best, best, best, best, best, best, best, best, best, best, best friend forever!~" My mother corrected with a bright look on her face and looked like she couldn't find enough words to explain how she adored Olivia.

"And just like how we stayed together all throughout high school, we also joined the same university and studied together while staying together in the dorm room, just like we pictured our ideal university life..." My mother said, recalling the fun memories she had with my mother at university.

But then all of a sudden her face went gloomy, like she suddenly thought of a bad memory, and she said with a wry smile on her face,

"...But just when we thought that our lives were going perfectly while spending every moment together with one another's favourite person, we ran into an issue that I wouldn't say was an actual problem but more of a nuisance that we couldn't get rid of..."