Chapter 26: You’re Way Too Fat

Chapter 26: You're Way Too Fat

"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. Read latest chapters at novelhall.com Only

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."

"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.