Chapter 109: Honest Truth

"I think it's alright." My mother tasted the stew I fed her as I pulled the silver spoon out of her pink lips. "But I only feel that way because I was the one who made the stew."

"The real question is if you like it, Daddy, since I made it specially for you in the first place." She looked at me with an avid look in her eyes, expecting me to give her a rating of her cooking. "And don't even try to lie to me about the taste and tell me the truth, so that I can make meals that are more suited to your taste in the future."

"Make meals that are suitable for me?..." I said while feeling the moist area under her breasts that felt like her breast milk had leaked from her tips, which were probably a light shade of purple just like her anus and had accumulated underneath her chest.

"Then I would suggest you add some of your sweat instead of normal table salt to enhance the flavour of the meal...Any dish you make would become a 10/10 meal, even if it's a piece of tar, if I knew that it had a part of you in it."

"Ahh!~ That's so gross, Daddy!~...Wanting your daughter's musty sweat in your meals~ Just how much of a pervert are you?~" She said in a raised voice while pinching my hand that was groping her chest for having such thoughts.

Well, I was given the title 'Incarnate of Lust' by the Gods, so I guess it just makes sense that I have such perverted thoughts and desires, which are actually not even the tip of the iceberg compared to the actual depraved thoughts I have about the things I want to do with my mother.

"Then, if that's what you really want, Daddy, does that mean if I gave you a bowl of water and added some of my sweat to it, you'd still drink it and treat it as your meal?" She asked timidly while looking at me right in the eyes, as if she were testing how much of a degenerate I actually was.

"I wouldn't just treat it as a meal but would think that it was soup made by the Gods if you added your sweat, Abi, which I would happily drink any day of the week for the rest of my life." I shamelessly said, which made my mother cover her chest in embarrassment, scared that I would suddenly plunge my face into her chest to have a taste of her salty skin.

While my mother was guarding against my sudden attack, I scooped up a little bit of everything from the plate and took a bite to see how my mother's cooking was. My mother also patiently waited for my response while fiddling with her fingers, like she was nervous about what I would say about her cooking, which she had probably honed all her life.

"Wow, Abi...I did not expect the food you made to taste like this..." I murmured while carefully tasting the stew and potato gratin she made, so that I didn't miss out on any hidden flavours.

"Why? Does it taste bad, Daddy?" She said with an anxious look on her face, thinking that I didn't like her food and looked a little dejected that it wasn't to my taste.

"A-Abi, what do you think you're doing right now?" I said in shock when I felt my mother push her ass onto my lap and move it around like she was making circles with her butt.

"Abi? Is that how you address your mother, Kafi?" My mother said in a sarcastic tone and totally changed back her persona, like she was too angry to continue to play our little roleplay.

I guess she was fine with me humiliating her and shoving my fingers up her ass. But thinking she was too clumsy to cook and probably made horrible food was crossing the line for her, which seemed very mother-like and something she would do.

"And don't worry about what I'm doing now, Kafi, as this is what you used to do back when you were a child and threw tantrums because you didn't want to eat your meals." My mother said as she pushed her weight into my lap and moved her ass around, which made her soft and fatty ass mush into my rather sturdy thighs and create some heat through all that intense friction that was going on.

"You would always jump on Mommy's lap like a monkey and bounce around everywhere, until my legs turned soar and started to ache...You wouldn't even stop when I told you to, and would only continue to jump on my lap with bigger strides."

That little shit...I thought his current self was already one son of a gun, but it turns out that his younger self was just as bratty and annoying as his future self.

"And now, after all these years, it's your turn to experience everything I felt back then, Kafi." My mother said as if this was what I deserved and jumped right on to my crotch, bringing her fat ass along with her. "This is what you get for thinking that my food would be bad, when you've been eating the same dishes for years now and not saying a word!"

The one who was eating the food you made wasn't even me! It was the other bastard! I'm simply an innocent bystander who accidentally judged someone by their looks and said something dumb!

But it's not like I can say that, so I just sat still and let my mother pounce on my lap with an elated look on her face, as if she were really enjoying getting back at me for all those years, losing any semblance of a mature adult.

Bounce!~ Bounce!~

"How is it, Kafi? How does it feel to be jumped on like this by your mother? It doesn't feel good, does it?" She said said as she shimmied her ass into my lap, as if she were trying to drill her way in between my legs.