"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 anyone before.
Everything went perfectly the way I wanted it to, and now I have full access to touching my mother's buttcheeks in the disguise of hugging her.
As much as I want to say it was easy, it still depended on several moving variables that I had to keep in mind when deciding how I was going to act, and there was still a small probability that things weren't going my way.
That's the problem with humans in general. No matter how you think you can predict a person's actions and thoughts by observing every movement of the muscles on her face, watching how much her eye dilates when she talks, noting down her minute body movements, listening to the changes in the tone and volume in her voice, feeling her change in heart rate, and so many other ways in which you can microanalyze a person, you simply can't be 100% sure that you can guess what a person will do, as their unpredictable minds act as a variable.
With that variable in mind, no amount of mental calculations or predictions can be absolute. But fortunately, I'm quite creative and expendable, so even if any variables come into the picture, I'm pretty sure that I can handle it.
I still think that building a nuclear reactor that could fuel an entire nation would be easier, as in a reactor, all the variables can be practically tested and theoretically calculated before the final assembly. But you can't do the same when you're interacting with women, who are said to be the most mysterious creatures in the entire world.
But beggars can't be choosers, and since this is the trial the Gods have given me, I simply have to accept it.
I also know that the Gods wouldn't be satisfied with me, just firming holding onto my mother's butt and want me to grope them freely, so I should move on to my next course of action.
"I really don't think you should say that, mom...As if you say that I can hug you however I want to and whenever I want to, I wouldn't be able to keep my hands off you, and I'd treat you like a teddy bear because of how warm and fluffy you are, and hug you all the time." I looked down and warned my mother, looking like someone who regretted rejecting this wonderful feeling in the past and wanted to make up for it by hugging my mother all the time in the future.
"To have my son hug on his own volition when he feels like it..." My mother muttered absentmindedly.
"That would simply be your mother's dream come true, Kafi~...You don't understand just how much your mother has wanted my baby boy to take comfort in me when he wants to!" She continued with an exhilarated expression on her face, as if she were going to receive everything she wanted in life.
"Really? Then, you wouldn't even mind if I picked you up while I hugged, since I'm feeling really good right now." I asked with my lips curled upwards.
"Pick me up?...You can try. But I don't think you can since your mother isn't as slim as she was before and has regrettably gained a lot of-...Ah! Kafi! What are you doing?!"
My mother thought I was joking at first since she couldn't believe that I could lift her weight in my current position. But she quickly realised that I meant what I was saying, when she felt herself being lifted up in the air by her son.
Out of shock at suddenly being lifted without any warning, she cried out and quickly wrapped her arms around my neck and pushed her head into my chest so that she could balance herself better.
I was holding her up by grabbing onto her butt like I was hugging her, so she also had to wrap her legs around me so that she could support herself. If I had lifted her up by holding her thighs, which was how it was normally done, she wouldn't have had to use her legs to grab a hold of me. But because I was supporting her using her buttocks, she had no choice but to wrap herself around me like she was hanging onto a tree.
And since her entire weight was on my hands, my hands dug much more deeper into her fleshy butt and every single millimeter area of my hand felt warm and soft, as if the bottom of my hands were being steam-pressed by firm jelly that would jiggle if you slapped it hard enough.
"Kafi, what are you doing? Why did you lift mommy up?" My mom asked in a hurry, after she stopped hiding her face in my chest.
"Why do you sound so surprised? You said that you were fine with me picking you up, so I did."
"I thought you were joking at that time. I didn't think that you would actually do it." My mother wrapped her hands around my shoulder and looked down to see how far she was from the ground.
"And isn't it hard to lift up your mother?...Mommy is not proud to say this, but I couldn't hold back and indulged in one too many deserts over the years, and it may have led to me adding on a little weight over the years." She said shyly, like she was embarrassed about talking to me about her weight.
"No, I think those deserts and sweets did you a favor." I said, which made my mother perk up, not understanding what I meant.
"I mean, it's because of those treats that you're so soft and squishy all over your body...It's like you're like a big teddy bear that I can hug to sleep every night." I smiled and squeezed my mom's butt to show her how soft she was.