Battle On The Bed

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 single person in this world who wouldn't find you attractive." I said, which made her look as if she was finding it hard to believe my words. 

"Where do you get the confidence to say such things?" She asked the logic behind my reasoning. 

"Because I, as a man, find you attractive." I said, which surprised my mother about my sudden boldness and made her blush. "And before I'm your son, I'm essentially a man. So, on behalf of all men in the world, I can say that you're a woman worth fighting for."

"S-So, you're saying you'd fight for me even if you weren't my son?" My mom asked with a peculiar gaze while her cheeks were still red, not knowing what her intentions were for asking that question.

"Well, if I were your son, I'd fight the whole world for you no matter how many times it's needed since it's my duty as your son to protect you..." I said, like an upstanding and filial son. 

But then a sly smile appeared on my face, and I said 

"...But by chance, if you weren't my mother, I'd still fight for you and try to protect your smile with my life on the line like before...But not because I simply adore you or out of obligation, but because I would have other intentions with you, if I'm being honest." 

"Intentions?...W-What intentions?" My mother gulped, as she had a look of anticipation on her face while her heart rate increased drastically. 

"Let's just say that after fighting for you outside on the battlefield, I'll also want to fight with you too...Only in a very special place, where only the two of us can enter." My grip on her leg tightened as she squished my fingers that were between her legs, with her thighs, in exhilaration and nervousness.

"...Y-You want to fight with me in a special place? Which place is that?" Even though she was asking me like she had no idea about what I was talking about, I could still see her eyes move to a certain room across the hall in titillation, which showed that she knew exactly what I was going to say next.

"The place where all couples fight all night, of course...Their bedroom."

Hearing her son say that he wanted to fight with her in bed all night, made my mother's face freeze, and it slowly started to turn red like a tomato. She looked so embarrassed and ashamed that she was pulling on the hems of her clothes frantically, and looked like she wanted to run away and jump into a hole and stay there for the rest of her life. 

She looked like she was slowly overheating from the information she heard, and was struggling to find a proper reply since what I said was too absurd.

Although I found it funny to tease my mother, I didn't want to torture her too badly and make her cry, so I gave her a way out of this awkward situation by saying

"...But that's only if I saw you as a woman...Since there's no way anything like that can happen, when we're already mother and son, we don't really have to worry about that...Isn't that right, mom?"

Seeing that there was a way out of this conversation that was too overwhelming for her poor heart, my mother immediately clutched on to the rope thrown to her for dear life and said

"Of course, Kafi! There's no way such a thing could ever happen when I'm your mother after all!" She then laughed it off, like it was all a big joke. 

My mother also didn't think that a simple laugh would be enough to ignore the conversation we just had before, so she quickly got up from her chair and said 

"And didn't you say that you'd let me feed you while sitting on your lap? Let's quickly do that now before the food gets cold."

She then looked at me strictly, like I wasn't allowed to talk back, and said

"And mommy doesn't care if you're already regretting what you said, since you already promised to let mommy feed you, so you can't really take back what you said or else mommy won't ever forgive you."

And as if to make sure that I couldn't take back what I said or have any time to object, she quickly turned her back to me, and looked like she was going to back up and dive right on top of my lap without any warning.

She took a step back to get into position where her butt was right next to my face and was bulging out from her tights, and looked like she was going to treat me like a chair and forcefully sit on my lap without any warning whatsoever.

But just as she leaned backwards and allowed all her weight to fall right onto my lap, I quickly caught on to her butt with both my hands, and applied some force to push her away from sitting on my lap. 

I wasn't exactly pushing her away from me, but simply applying enough force, so that I could support her body, which was leaning towards me like she was just about to sit.

But since my mother's buttcheeks were so incredibly soft and mushy, like they were thick, fluffy pancakes, my hands got submerged into her flesh, and were half sunken into her butt, and went deeper as I gripped her cheeks tighter.

My mother didn't seem to care about her ass that was getting gropped, and looked more annoyed that I was pushing her away when I just said that I would allow her to sit on my lap.

"Kafi, are you really going to stop me, after you promised me that I could sit on your lap? If you really felt embarrassed about your mom sitting on your lap, you should have said so in the beginning, instead of getting your mother's hopes up." My mother looked back at me and looked really upset that I was denying her access to my lap, completely misunderstanding why I stopped her from jumping on top of me.