BXBX NOVEL Chapter 17: Forbidden Sensation
Chapter 17: Forbidden Sensation
Her face flushed when she felt her son touching her butt and gripping onto it so hard that she could feel his sturdy fingers puncture her flesh through her clothes.
She was embarrassed by such an intimate action and wondered how it came to be that her son placed his hand on her butt, instead of her waist, like she told.
It's not like her son would voluntarily place his hand on her butt when she was his mother. Especially with how he was hesitating to hold his mother's waist out of shyness and didn't even know how to hug properly, so it definitely had to be due to some sort of mistake.
After she thought for a second, a gleem of understanding floated through her eyes, and she realised what must have happened that led to her son placing her hands on her butt.
Every time she told her son to hold her tighter, his hand would also go down her waist, as it was natural that his fingers would slip down her flesh the tighter he grabbed her. She did notice it at that time but didn't think too much of it since she was focused on teaching her son how to hug properly.
I mean, she had to teach him.
What would happen if one day he finds a girl he likes and, when she goes in for a hug, he responds with a weak one like he was giving earlier? The girl would think that he wasn't forward enough or wasn't interested in her because of how shallowly he was showing his emotions, and the ending could be devastating. So, it was her responsibility as a mother to teach him how to hug properly and properly prepare him for his future.
Every time her son held her tighter, his hand would also slip down her body, and by the end, she could even feel a little bit of his hand on her butt.
That was when she let go of him and hugged him again to show him how to hug, hoping that he'd finally get it. But that was where things went wrong.
Her son let go of her just like she did. But instead of hugging her by the waist once again, he had accidentally hugged her butt by mistake. And it was an understandable mistake, as her son's hand was already near her rear at that time, and he could have just misjudged the area where he was supposed to hug her.
Her son was also quite tall, so it's not like he knows where to hug her just from looking at her from above, since she could only reach his shoulders height.
Yes. If she thought about it like that, everything would make sense.
But it's not like she could simply let her son place his hands on her ass this whole time, as it wouldn't be very appropriate even if she was her son, so she had to tell him that this wasn't how you hug someone. She also had to inform him subtly so that he wouldn't get embarrassed by the fact that he was touching his old mother's ass.
"Kafi...Honey...I don't think this is-"
"Mom, don't you think I'm doing it perfectly now? The tightness, the grip—I think I mastered what you said and am giving you the perfect hug right now...Don't you think so too?"
Just when she was about to tell her son that she was doing it all wrong, her son interrupted her with an enthusiastic look on his face, as if he were proud that he finally managed to give his mother a decent hug after all these attempts. He was even looking at her, with bright eyes and a pure look on his face, like he was waiting for her to give him her approval, like he was expecting.
He also didn't seem to mind that fact that he was touching his mother's butt and didn't look the least bit embarrassed, unlike his mother, whose face was already red and her cheeks were starting to burn up in the grooves his fingers had made.
His attitude made it seem that he didn't feel the least bit awkward with where he was touching her right now, and acted as if touching her butt was the same thing as touching her waist.
Seeing her son act so naturally while she herself was flustered, embarrassed her to the extreme, as she was the adult here and also his mother. And it was her who was supposed to be calm and steady in these situations and not the other way around.
Her son was also right in telling her that he was giving her the perfect hug, as the way he pulled her into his body and the way he dug his fingers into her skin like he was going to lift her up were exactly how she was trying to teach him how to hug.
And honestly, she even felt that it was better than how she had taught him, as the way he spread out his hand and supported her weight was much more loving and fervent than the basic familial hug she was giving him.
Not to mention, the way he was hugging her by her butt was also a way people hug one another, but that was only done between passionate lovers and not between family members.
But at least now she believed that she didn't have to worry about her son not giving his future lover a good hug, as the way he was holding her now and looking down into her eyes would make any woman go crazy...Especially with how thick and sturdy her son's hands were.
She always thought her son was quite skinny since he never really went out and stayed in his room all day, but it seems like that wasn't true, as she could feel that her son was quite strong with the way he was gripping her ass, like he wanted to tear through her flesh.
She even started to feel something from having her behind grabbed, and she tightened up her buttocks in response to the sensational feeling. But she quickly realised that it was her son that was touching her and quickly dispelled any inappropriate thoughts, and she also cursed herself for having any such thoughts in the first place when he was her son, with a flushed and shameful look on her face like she had done something very wrong and was feeling guilty about it.
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~5 more chapters today~
Third person POV won't be used often and will only be used to for some 18+ scenes to showcase the opposite party's emotions and thoughts, since I feel it wouldn't be exciting enough if we only heard the protagonist's thoughts.
And it's not really even third person, as it's only a third person telling of a person's view, so basically a POV told by someone else.