God of Milfs: The Gods Request Me To Make a Milf Harem

Chapter 16: Let Me Teach You How To Hug Someone

While my mom was making happy sounds as she hugged me 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 me in the past, like she said.

But at the same time, she seemed 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 me 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 me with a discontented look on her face and said

"Kafi, you can hug me a lot tighter, you know. Look at how tight mommy is hugging you. You have to hug me the same way."

"But you'd probably break if I hugged you the same way you're hugging me, 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 me unable to take in air.

"That's something you have to deal with as my son and is not my problem." She refused to loosen her grip on me and even started hugging me even more while rubbing her chest on me in retaliation for what I said, which made it even harder for me to breathe.

"So, you're telling me 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 me more, like you mean it. If not, it means that your hug is too shallow." My mother instructed me 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 me to hug me 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 me like you mean it."

"Now, I should be hugging you enough, right?"

"Of course not. Put some force into it, like you mean 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 seemed to be getting frustrated with my inability to follow her instructions to give her a proper hug, like I meant it. And because she was so focused on teaching me how to hug, she hadn't noticed that my hand had already slowly slipped down her back every time 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 me, she looked up at me, said with a strict look on her face that I really couldn't take it seriously because of how adorable it was, and exclaimed

"Like this, Kafi! Like this! Just do what your mother is doing right now!"

She then proceeded to completely let go of me and then suddenly hugged me again, like she was demonstrating how it was done from the start.

Finally, the opportunity that I was waiting for had come.

"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 someone, 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 someone had slapped a slab of meat.

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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