Chapter 27: Booty Physics

Chapter 27: Booty Physics

"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.

"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!~"