"I can't believe my little Kafi, who I brought up since he was a baby in his diaper, lied to me~ I thought he was such a good boy, but it doesn't seem like that anymore~" She gave a pityful cry like she was telling woe is me, and rubbed her eyes like she was actually crying, but I could tell it was simply an act to guilt trip me into letting her sit on my lap with the way she was sneakily looking at me from the corner of her eyes, to see if I fell for it.
"I never said I'm not going to allow you to sit on my lap, mom, so you can drop that act of yours. And if you don't do as I said, I'll squeeze your butt so hard that you actually start crying." I playfully threatened my mother and applied some pressure onto her ass, which was right in front of my face since I was sitting and she was still leaning back towards me.
My threat was extremely effective, as she stopped crying in a second and looked back at me, and said while pouting
"Kafi is such a bad boy~ He's even threatening his own mother now."
"At least I'm not trying to guilt-trip my own son so that she can sit on his lap, like a certain someone I know." I answered, which made her look away, unable to say anything in response. She then looked back at me once again, while pushing her butt into my hands like she was trying her best to sit on my lap, and asked
"Didn't you say that you would let me sit on your lap? Then why are you stopping me even now? Did you change your mind after thinking about it?...Well, I don't care if you really did, since I'm going to sit on your lap no matter what!"
She had a persistent look on her face, and she didn't look like she was going to give up until she sat on my lap.
"I will let you sit on my lap, mom..." I explained the reason why I stopped her from sitting on me. "...But I just don't want to jump on me, like you were about to do before, just in case the chair can't handle the impact and breaks into pieces."
A look of incredulity appeared on my mother's face when she heard my statement, and she looked like she couldn't believe those words came from her son, whom she trusted and cared for the most. She then said, while stammering at her son's words, that should never be said to a woman
"...W-What do you mean by that, Kafi?...A-Are you calling your mother fat?"
She didn't seem to know how to react after hearing her own son, who called her the most beautiful woman in the world, call her fat and was dumbfounded.
"Your mother may have to put on some weight in these years. But didn't you just say that you didn't mind that at all, and think that I was as light as a feather when you carried me?...Or did you just say that to make me feel better at that time." She said in a sorrowful manner and looked a little betrayed that her greatest supporter was actually lying to make her feel better about herself.
She then gave a wry smile, like she was brought back to reality, and thought how funny it was that she actually thought that she looked pretty good for someone her age, just because her son had told her so.
Dammit...This is one of the biggest problems with older women. They're way too sensitive about their image and how others see them due to their age, thinking that they've regressed in terms of looks and feel shameful about it.
Even now, I didn't even finish my sentence, and my mom is probably having a whirlwind of thoughts of her own that are slowly lowering the self-esteem she has for herself.
I should probably clear up the misunderstanding before she gets even more upset.
"Mom, I think you're misunderstanding something since I don't think you're overweight at all, and really think you weigh nothing. I mean, just think about it. Do you really think that I can carry someone who's actually really heavy, and spin them around so casually like I spun you earlier?" I said, after shaking my mother's waist to bring her attention to me.
"I-I guess not...You also didn't seem to be struggling back then and were carrying me at ease the whole time, so that does make sense." The light in her eyes slowly returned, and she seemed to be relieved that she wasn't as fat as she thought.
And rather than thinking about her own weight, she looked more happy that her son didn't lie to her and told her the truth, which seemed more important to her than anything else.
"But why did you say that the chair would break if I sat on it together with you, like you were saying that I was too fat for it to handle my weight?" My mother asked, not understanding why I made such a statement.
"Because I do actually think that you're fat." I replied to her question, which made an absurd look on her face appear, like she didn't know if she should be confused about me contradicting myself, or be sad her son called her fat right to her face.
"Before you misunderstand, let me explain what I'm trying to say." I waved my hand so that she wouldn't start having thoughts of her own. I then pointed at her body, like I was showing off her figure and said
"You see this...This figure that's in front of you which would bring you attention wherever you go...This is simply perfection at its finest, since your body possesses the most attractive proportions a woman can ever have."
My mother blushed when she saw me pointing at her towering breasts and talking about them like they were a work of art.
"But this, on the other hand..." I grabbed my mother's waist and turned her around without a warning.
"...This is something that's fat. Something so fat, that the chair wouldn't handle it's impact if you dropped on top of it." I pointed at my mother's buxom buttocks and exposed who the culprit was that made me stop my mother from sitting on my lap earlier, which made my mother yelp in embarrassment when her giant ass suddenly became the focus of attention.
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"My butt? Kafi, you think that my butt is too fat?" My mother asked me as she looked back at me and then at her butt, like she was wondering if her behind was really fat, as I said.
"Of course it is. You're even proving my point right now when you're trying to look back at your behind, since whenever you try to do so, your ass jiggles like it's made out of jelly." I said, which made my mother realise that what I was saying was true, since she could see her plump butt move around with her own eyes, when she turned around to check.
She was embarrassed that her butt was making such obnoxious movements right in front of her son's way, and tried to turn around and cover her butt. But I didn't allow her to do so, and firmly grabbed her by the waist and held her in her place.
"Where do you think you're going, mom? I haven't even shown you why I stopped you from jumping on my lap, and the true power of your ass." I said as I moved my hands down her waist and grabbed her butt cheeks.
"What power?! My butt may be big, but it definitely doesn't have any power like you said!" My mother cried out with a flustered expression on her face, like she had no clue about the power I was talking about.
She was also completely helpless and couldn't cover her butt like she wanted to, since her behind was caught by me, and she couldn't do anything else other than let her son explain why her ass was so dangerous.
"You want to know your ass's true power, mom?...Then, just look at this." I said, and then gave a light slap to the side of my mother's right butt cheek.
Pa~
"Ahh~"
The slap was relatively soft and wasn't anything that could actually hurt my mom, but she still let out a suggestive sound upon impact. But what was important was not the sound she gave, but the way her butt was reacting to my slap.
Even though it was a light slap that barely had any force behind it, it was still enough to send waves through the rest of her butt cheek. From the starting point on the side of impact, it created rippled of flesh, like the ones you would see when you throw a rock into a pond and travelled all over her mound of flesh.
And not only did the waves move through one cheek, they also hit her other cheek and transmitted their force, which made the cheek jiggle like pudding as well. Even though I didn't even touch her opposite cheek, and only slapped one side, the elasticity of her butt was more than enough to send the bound energy to the other side. Honestly, with such a display of physics, it would be a perfect way of explaining kinetic energy and momentum to students, and would make every single student out there ace their physics exams.
My mother also saw this wonderful spontaneous reaction that was happening behind her and covered her face in embarrassment.
"See mom. Do you see the power your butt possess? Do you understand why I'm calling it fat and something that could break the chair?"
"That's not fair, Kafi! I'll agree that it is indeed a bit big, but there's no way it can destroy a chair!" My mom argued back and fought for her butt's reputation.
"You don't understand the elastic power of your butt, mom." I tried to make her understand. "If just a small slap like that can send waves throughout your entire butt, then just imagine what would happen if I gave you a firm slap that would leave a handprint on skin...It would probably create a tsunami of fat, that would carry devastating force with it!"
I acted as if my mother's butt was a weapon of mass destruction; that could not be underestimated, and I made her even more ashamed of having such a big butt.
"And just imagine what would happen if you jumped on top of my lap with this meaty ass of yours. You're weight, along with your butt's elasticity, would probably send a massive rebound force towards me and send me flying." I said in an exaggerated manner.
"Nooo~ There's no way that can be true~"
"But it is true." I reminded. "Even if I can somehow handle that rebound force at the cost of breaking a few bones, this poor chair wouldn't and would probably be smashed into pieces because it couldn't handle how fat your behind is."
"Stop it, Kafi! Stop talking about your mother's butt like it's a weapon!" She cried out with a flushed face, and wiggled her butt that was in my hands in retaliation.
"Fine. Then, instead of telling you how your ass could potentially destroy the chair, let me tell you about how the chair is harming your ass." I decided to change the topic since she was adamant that her butt wasn't lethal, even though it was, because of how bouncy and elastic it was.
"The chair is harming me? What do you mean by that, Kafi?" My mom asked, confused about what I was talking about.
"It's true. To prove that it's harming you, let me ask you a question." I looked at the chair she was sitting on. "Does your butt not sting every once in a while, especially along the sides?"
"...It does...It actually does! How did you know that, Kafi?" My mom thought for a moment and answered, and then looked at me in wonder at how I found out when she never mentioned it to me.
"It's easy. You'll understand once you sit back in your chair." I gestured towards her wooden dining table chair.
She didn't seem to get what I meant, so she sat back on her chair to find out herself. But even after she sat down, she couldn't notice any changes.
After seeing that she couldn't find the cause of her pain herself, she looked at me to explain it for her. I simply nudged my chair towards her and said
"This. Look at this. This is what has been causing you pain for a while now."
I first pointed towards the area near her butt, which was the cause of the pain. But since she didn't seem to understand what I was talking about, I directly grabbed onto the chunk of flesh from her buttocks that was sticking out of the chair when she sat down.
It was the excess fat that flooded from her seat's sides when she sat down, since the seat itself was too small for her butt, and she too let out a shriek when her butt's meat handles were suddenly grabbed.
"Hyaa!~"
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