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

"Umm...Kafi...I don't know if I should be asking this, but what exactly is your relationship with Camila?"

The flower on my right, my mother, asked the question she had been wanting to ask for a while, seeing as to how familiarly I was talking to Camila and how lovey-dovey she was with me now.

My mother then looked at me, and then Camila, who had regained her cool, refreshing smile and said,

"I thought that she was simply the next door lady who you met one time...But seeing as to how she seems to already know about our relationship and how she's close enough to you that she doesn't even mind you giving her a kiss, I really don't think she's a simple neighbour anymore and something much more significant."

"I'll handle this, Kafka." Camila let go of me and confidently moved forward towards my mother, who got a little scared when she saw Camila coming towards her with a gentle smile on her face. Camila then grabbed both of my hands like she was welcoming my mother into the family and said to her, "I know you're a little confused about what's going on, Abigaille.

But I'm sure you'll understand what's going on after I reintroduce myself to you."

Camila took a deep breath to prepare herself for what she was going to say. And once a fire was lit in her eyes that couldn't be extinguished no matter what storm hit her, she looked at my mother and introduced herself, saying,

"My name is Camila Alvarez, coming from this little town of Paridis. And if there are two things in my life that I take pride in, they are my beloved daughter, Bella, who's probably just woken up next door, and my cooking that your son seems to love."

"...And what I'm looking forward to most in my life right now is changing my name to Camila Vanitas, after your son."

Camila said it in a calm and composed manner, which made my mother's eyes go wide at the shocking revelation. She then carried the momentum of the situation by continuing to say,

"I know that you've probably already guessed what my intentions are by saying that I want to take after your son's name, Abigaille."

Camila gave my mother a gentle but confident smile, like there was absolutely no mistake in what she was going to say next.

"...But just to make it crystal clear, I'll say that I have completely fallen for your son irrespective of his age or status in life, and I wish to join your beloved family as one of your son's lovers."

Camila declared like she was making a formal request to my mother to join the family registry.

I also nodded my head when my mother looked at me in a stunned manner, like she was asking if what Camila was saying was true.

And even though Camila looked completely relaxed as she held my mother's hands to show her sincerity and asked for her permission to join the family, I knew that her heart was racing on the inside since she was asking such a huge matter to my mother.

She knew that the possibility of my mother outright rejecting this proposal was very high since no mother would want her son to be caught up with a woman who already has a child of her own, not to mention that her daughter was even older than me.

There was also the factor of her still being married with her husband that made Camila believe that she was most definitely going to be turned away by my mother.

But she was still someone who did everything in a straightforward and proper manner, so she worked up the courage in her heart to say what needed to be said, even though she knew she was asking for too much.

Even if my mother rejected her entry into the family, she already made up in her mind that she wouldn't give up and would somehow convince my mother to agree by doing whatever she possibly could.

But shockingly, things didn't go the way she thought they would, as my mother simply glanced at me and then at Camila, and said to her as a smile appeared on her face,

"Of course, Camila!~ I don't know why you're asking me when it's my son's decision to choose his partners, but you're more than welcome to join our family!~"

My mother jumped up and down in a giddy manner, like she was more than excited that there was another additional member of the family without questioning anything whatsoever.

This made me and Camila look at each other with dumbfounded looks on our faces, as neither of us was expecting her entry into the family to be that easy.

"Abigaille, are you sure?" Camila questioned, as she really couldn't believe that she got in so easily. "Do you really not mind letting a woman who already has a daughter of her own who's currently in her final year of university into your family?"

"Like I said, Camila, it's my Kafi's decision to bring whoever he desires into the family, and it has nothing to do with me since I'm more than happy as long as he's satisfied and content." My mother said in a very mature manner, like a mother who puts her child's desires and wants above all.

"So as long as he loves the girl he brings over and thinks that he's responsible enough to care for them, I, as his mother, don't mind it at all and wouldn't even turn by head if he brings a bunch of girls over."

Hearing this put a smile on my face, as bringing in the future ladies into the family got a whole lot easier with such an understanding mother.

"Not to mention someone like you, Camila, who even I can't help but look up to because of how graceful you are with every action of yours, like a queen used to being on the very top...My Kafi would absolutely be the luckiest man in the world to have a woman like you by his side."

My mother said as she held onto Camila's hands like she was passing her responsibility of taking care of and supporting me into her hands, which really touched Camila and made a grateful look appear on her ravishing face.

My mother also seemed to have noticed some of the worries Camila had and said to reassure her,

"You also don't have to worry about your age, like anyone our age would if they were to get together with a boy who's so much younger than them since I'm in the same boat as you, which you should probably already know about what I'm talking about."

My mother blushed as she reminded Camila that she was also an older lady that couldn't help but fall in love with her son, who was a literal baby when she was old enough to start working.

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"You also don't have to think that I won't accept your daughter, as I'm someone who believes that the bigger the family is, the happier they will be, so your daughter-...No, from now on forth, 'our' daughter is more than welcome to join our household."

Camila's hands trembled, and she almost started tearing up when she realised how sweet of a human being my mother was, who instantly accepted her daughter as her own just for the sake of not pulling her away from her own mother.

Camila had met her husband's family before, and she never truly felt like they were her own family because of how coldly they treated her and sometimes even ignored her because they hated that she was much more outstanding than her husband in every aspect.

But now, she hadn't even formally joined the family of her lover, and she was already warmly accepted in with welcoming arms by his mother, which made her heart feel a sense of safety and comfort that it had never felt in her own home.

Tear up~

Tears formed on her twinkling blue eyes, but I quickly wiped them away and silently stroked her hair to comfort her, since such tears didn't belong on such a joyous occasion.

"But Camila, although I'm fine with many things, I still have one thing that I must ask you before I can let anything go forward." My mother suddenly held Camila's hands tightly and looked at her with a solemn gaze.

She then continued asking as she looked at Camila straight in the eyes, "You're husband, Camila...How is your relationship with your husband, and are you by chance betraying his trust by forming a relationship with my son, Kafka?"