Robert Moore
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"Do you understand now why you're feeling a painful sensation in this area?" I pinched the abundant flesh of her butt that was coming out of her seat, because the seat was too small for her butt's size. Or rather, it would've been a perfect fit for her butt when she was standing up, but when she sat down and applied pressure to her butt, her fatty ass spread out to cover the entire seat and even more, because it was so soft and definitely softer than your average butt, that its shape was easily changed,…
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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…
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"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…
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My mother looked away from my deep gaze, like she couldn't handle being told that she was someone else's property, so boldly while looking into her eyes, and tried to mask her embarrassment with a question. "How do you know that everyone would look at you with envy and jealousy just because I sat on your lap? Even if you think an old lady like me looks nice, it doesn't mean that everyone else thinks the same as you, right." "That's where you're wrong, mom, since I'm pretty sure that there isn't a…
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"You only feel that way because you never had a child, Kafi." My mother corrected my reasoning, and shook her head with a slight smile on her face, like she was saying I was too young to understand. "If you had a child, you'll understand that those times where you felt so frustrated with raising a child, and were tired of constantly providing for another life when you're already struggling to take care of your own, are actually quite precious. Since after your child grows up, he or she will be able to…
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Really...Do you Gods really have to send a request when I'm about to have my dinner? Can you not wait a little longer, until I fill up my starving stomach? I mean the food in front of me looks like it's begging me to eat it and now I have to ignore it's cries, and finish this request of making my mother sit on my lap and feed me like a child. And what kind of request even is this? The previous one was simple and straightforward, with obvious lecherous intentions. But this one, which is still a bit…
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"Ah Kafi! Quickly put me down! The stew that I've kept on the stove is going to boil over!" My mom's head shot up from my shoulder once she remembered that she still hadn't finished cooking. Seeing that the request was over, I reluctantly put my mother down and let her go over to the stove to deal with the pot that was steaming. "Is the dinner ready, mom, or does it need a little more time?" I asked while taking out the plates from the drawer. "It's finished, Kafi. Just let me bring the dishes…
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This was what I intended to do from the beginning, as she wouldn't really be able to notice me feeling up her butt when I was supporting her entire weight on her buttocks. And she wouldn't be able to feel anything off, even if she felt my hand squeezing her buttcheeks, since it was natural for my hand to move around while I spun her around. She would've understood that her weight wasn't something that was as easy to carry as I made it out to be, even though it actually was, and simply would've thought I…
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"No, Kafi~ You're not allowed to make fun of mommy's weight~" My mother protested and lightly slapped my hand that groped her butt, as if she didn't want me to play around with something she wasn't proud of. "Why would I make fun of you? I honestly think that the mother before me is as beautiful as the mother I saw back when I was in kindergarten." I said, which made my mother's eyes shine and her ears turn red. "No, actually, that's wrong..." I decided to change my statement, which made my mother's…
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"Phew~ I thought I was really making you uncomfortable for a second and made you feel bad with my horrible hug." "Of course not, Kafi~ Mommy loves every single hug you give me. As long as it's from my baby boy, mommy would all accept your hugs, no matter how many you smother me in." And that's how you do it. From acting like I don't know how to hug her, which lowered her guard, to the act that I put on as if I was ashamed that I couldn't even give my mother a hug properly since I had never hugged…
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