While my mom was making happy sounds as she hugged tightly, I also slipped my hands around her smooth waist and hugged her back.
Seeing that her son was responding to her hug, she was elated and overjoyed, as I would normally push her back when she tried to hug in the past, like she said.
But at the sa ti, she seed dissatisfied with the way I was hugging her, as I was barely touching her waist and was close to hovering over her skin, like I was hesitant to give her an actual hug.
She didn't like this one bit and looked like she wanted to give her an actual hug, where we embraced one another like family. So to change the way I hugged her, she looked up at with a discontented look on her face and said
"Kafi, you can hug a lot tighter, you know. Look at how tight mommy is hugging you. You have to hug the sa way."
"But you'd probably break if I hugged you the sa way you're hugging , since I can barely breathe right now." I looked down and complained about her big hug, which made her push her breasts into my chest and made unable to take in air.
"That's sothing you have to deal with as my son and is not my problem." She refused to loosen her grip on and even started hugging even more while rubbing her chest on in retaliation for what I said, which made it even harder for to breathe.
"So, you're telling that I should hug you like this?" I placed my hand on her lower waist, where her tailbone was, but didn't apply too much pressure.
"Yes, just like that, but a little bit more tighter." My mother demanded.
"So like this..." I applied a little more pressure on her waist as my fingers sank into the soft flesh she had down there. My hand also went a little lower than where they were placed before, nearing her butt area.
"You're doing good. But you still need to press into more, like you an it. If not, it ans that your hug is too shallow." My mother instructed like she was a hug specialist.
I then proceeded to increase the pressure of my hands on my mother's fatty waist by tiny amounts that were barely noticeable. And my mother continued to instruct to hug tighter.
"So, I have to hug you like this?"
"No, a little more tighter."
"What about this? Is this enough?"
"No, that's way too flimsy. You have to hug like you an it."
"Now, I should be hugging you enough, right?"
"Of course not. Put so force into it, like you an it, Kafi."
"This should be it. There's no way you can't call this the perfect hug."
"A perfect hug? How can you call this a perfect hug when I can barely feel it?"
My mother seed to be getting frustrated with my inability to follow her instructions to give her a proper hug, like I ant it. And because she was so focused on teaching how to hug, she hadn't noticed that my hand had already slowly slipped down her back every ti I held her tighter, and now both of my lower fingers were on her bouncy butt that were bound by the dress she wore.
The blue leggings she wore were also quite thin, so I could still feel the warmth from her fleshy butt on my fingers.
And finally, after losing her patience with , she looked up at , said with a strict look on her face that I really couldn't take it seriously because of how adorable it was, and exclaid
"Like this, Kafi! Like this! Just do what your mother is doing right now!"
She then proceeded to completely let go of and then suddenly hugged again, like she was demonstrating how it was done from the start.
Finally, the opportunity that I was waiting for had co.
"Oh, so it's like that. I understand now." I acted like I understood what she said and let go of my mother's waist just like she let go of mine in her demonstration.
Pa~
And just when she was relieved that her son had finally understood how to hug soone, she suddenly felt two hard things slap perfectly onto her wide butt.
One hard but wide object perfectly landed on her one cheek and was planted there like it belonged there. And the other object also landed on her other cheek and made a crisp sound as if soone had slapped a slab of at.
She didn't even need to turn around to know that those objects that had landed on her butt, were actually her son's hands.
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