Chapter 236: Chapter 236: Overindulgent Mother

Unable to resist, he brazenly reached out and groped her, both palms squeezing her plump ass, kneading and spreading her flesh, openly appreciating every inch as if he were examining fine art.

His grip was bold and unashamed, thumbs pressing in deep, fingers pulling her cheeks apart and letting them spring back together.

He hummed low, a teasing, satisfied sound.

"Mmm...I’m talking about this butt, Fauna. This juicy, big, fat butt of yours."

He gave it another squeeze in a slow, exaggerated motion.

"Last time I saw it, it was already pretty damn big for your frame, honestly. I mean, with how slim your waist is, your ass was already breaking the rules of physics. But now..."

He gave her another squeeze, tugging her back into him.

"Now it’s just on a whole other level. Looking at it, feeling it on my lap, I can tell for sure, this ass has grown a lot since then. It really has changed, you know."

And instead of taking offense or slapping his hands away for groping her butt, Fauna just let out a long, reluctant sigh of half-exasperation and half-resignation.

"I-I know, Mika."

She finally said like she was sharing her struggles to him, rather then reprimandeding him.

"I know even without you telling me. For the past few months, all my dresses have been getting super tight, especially around the waist. It’s gotten so bad, I can’t even wear my favorite ones anymore. And don’t even get me started on my pants..."

She looked over her shoulder with a rueful, almost embarrassed little pout.

"Every time I try to put them on, they either rip, or I get stuck. I literally had to call Anya just a couple weeks ago because I couldn’t get my pants off after I squeezed into them."

She buried her face in her hands, muffling a whimper.

"It was so embarrassing! I almost cried right there!"

Mika couldn’t help but snicker, watching her shake her booty with a pitiful little wiggle as she continued her lament.

He let his hands follow the movement, playfully jiggling her flesh.

"Aww, poor Fauna." He coddled, his voice full of faux sympathy. "That must have been so rough on you. Especially since you’re not the type to just buy new clothes every week and toss them away after wearing them once."

"You cherish every single dress, don’t you? You always remember when you bought it, and every little story attached. Letting them go must’ve been hard, huh?"

He spread her cheeks wide again, stroking her gently, his words almost shallow in how overly sweet they sounded.

But Fauna, in her vulnerable state, believed every bit of his fake comfort.

"I-It really was sad, Mika." She whimpered and nodded, her voice even softer. "I had no choice but to give some of them away. But fortunately..." She managed a tiny smile, looking up at him with teary eyes. "...they’ll atleast go to good use and someone else will be happy wearing them."

Her mood then shifted again, her curiosity peeking through as she glanced back at him

"But...seriously, Mika, how in the world did you even figure out my butt got bigger?"

Her tone was innocent, genuinely curious, even as she watched him slip his fingers beneath the waistband of her underwear and slowly pull it down, baring her naked ass without a peep of protest from her.

"It took me weeks to even notice and I only completely realized when I couldn’t fit into my clothes anymore—but you, you just knew instantly."

Mika just laughed, not missing a beat as he gave her bare skin a playful smack and let his palms linger.

"Of course I’d notice, Fauna! With you sitting on my lap all the time, rubbing your butt against me every chance you get, how could I not figure it out?" He grinned, kneading her again. "And you know how many times I’ve played with your ass in the past. So, I could tell from the first touch, that’s it’s way softer now, and just...much more fluffier."

"It’s not exactly a hard mystery for enthusiast of your butt like me to solve."

Fauna let out a breathy laugh, her cheeks coloring but not with shame, more with nostalgia and affection.

"Yeah...I guess that makes sense." She shook her head, smiling as the memories came flooding back. "Back then, you were always obsessed with my butt, weren’t you, Mika?"

"You’d come up behind me whenever you could, give it a squeeze, or even just pat it out of nowhere. There was that one time in the kitchen, remember? You just lifted me right up and said you were checking the ’quality control’ or something funny like that."

She wiggled her hips slightly under his hands, still in the bent-over position.

"Oh, and the movies!" She added, a light giggle bubbling up. "We couldn’t watch a single movie on the sofa without you sitting right by my side. And your hands always had to be busy, didn’t they?"

"If you weren’t fiddling with my thighs, you were busy cupping my butt under my pants, saying that my ’pillows’ were so soft and you wanted to check if they were warm enough for your nap."

Mika squeezed her firm bottom in response to the memory, his breath catching slightly. He remembered those "pillow checks" vividly.

"Oh! And the time we were at the beach, and I was wearing that new bikini." She giggled again, the sound light and nostalgic like she was thinking of a pleasant memory. "You kept insisting on helping me apply sunscreen, saying you were worried I’d get burned in the ’hard-to-reach places.’"

"You spent a solid ten minutes just rubbing lotion all over my lower back and, well, down there." She said, nodding towards her butt, which he was currently holding. "You even tried to pull the string of the bikini bottoms to make sure you got the whole area."

"I remember thinking, ’My little Mika is so thoughtful, making sure his Mama stays safe from the sun!’"

She then straightened slightly, twisting her head around to meet his gaze, her loving eyes shimmering with fondness.

"You were quite the needy child, weren’t you, Mika?...Always needed to be touching me."

Hearing this recitation of his past actions, Mika couldn’t help but feel a deep wave of extreme guilt wash over him.

He had always been slightly embarrassed about what he had done—but hearing Fauna detail just how shameless he’d been, constantly taking advantage of her trust and affection—made him realize he truly was quite the perverted little boy back then.

It was also this very escalating desire for Fauna and the others that had slowly driven him to distance himself.

He realized what he was doing was wrong, and that if he continued, the family dynamic would shatter.

That was one of the primary reasons he had pulled away.

But now, he had decided to come back and take them all.

He couldn’t afford those guilty feelings anymore; he had to use this history to his advantage.

So, instead of feeling guilty, he forced a large, shameless smile.

"What can I say, Fauna?" He replied, a playful lilt in his voice. "Every kid back then liked soft things, things they could play with in their hands, things they could squeeze."

"And your butt?" He gave her butt another firm squeeze, shamelessly. "It was perfect, even back then. With how fat and plump it was, like a little bouncy castle...I mean, come on! How could I not touch it?"

He said it so innocently, like a boy talking about a favorite toy, and not the curvaceous woman before him.

He then to her surprise, pressed his nose to the swell of her butt cheek, planting a quick, warm kiss and inhaling the soft scent of her skin.

The contact made Fauna giggle, wiggling under his touch.

"That tickles, Mika!"

She teased, kicking her legs playfully, while he looked up at her, his lips brushing her skin.

"Even right now, I’m still the same boy I once was, Fauna, just like you told me. I still love soft things. And since your butt has become even more softer than it was in the past, I really can’t hold myself back. I just have to feel them, feel them like this."

His hands kneaded her gently, thumbs tracing every curve. Then, he let out a fake little sigh and apologized with a smirk.

"But I really am sorry for stripping you down like this. I mean, if any of your colleagues saw you bent over your desk, half-naked, they’d probably lose their minds. I really shouldn’t be doing this here. Not in your office."

This was him testing her, pushing the boundaries by stating plainly that their actions were incorrect.

Fauna, however, didn’t react like anyone else would. She simply smiled sweetly, looking back at him.

"It’s alright, Mika." She answered without a second of hesitation. "Don’t worry. I locked the door already, nobody’s coming in." Her smile turned soft and warm as she went on to fondly say, "And if my Mika wants to feel the softness of my skin, then it’s only right for me to let you. I’m your mother, after all. It’s my duty to spoil my little son, isn’t it?"

She then shockingly arched her back more, sticking her ass out and giving it a playful wiggle.

"In fact, you can touch as much as you want. I can even stick it out more of you want...As long as you’re happy and satisfied, I don’t care if I’m stripped down. I want you to have what you want."

She said it all so matter-of-factly, as if she really believed Mika was still just that innocent boy who loved to play.

Maybe, to her, he’d never been anything else.

Maybe, no matter how old they got, he’d always be that same boy in her eyes, and she’d always trust him with everything.

But for Mika, though, the more she accepted him, the more it made his heart pound, excitement bubbling up inside him.

He knew what they were doing was wrong. But instead of guilt, he felt his desire growing, so much that he couldn’t hold himself back.

So, without warning, he grabbed her tiny waist and pulled her back onto his lap.

"Mika!" She squeaked, her bare butt squishing down onto the bulge in his pants.

She tried to glare at him, but the look on her face was nothing but adorable and bewildered.

He then looked down at her with a hungry glint in his eyes and said,

"You know, Fauna, there’s...one more part of you that’s gotten soft over the years. And honestly, I don’t think I can hold myself back anymore."

He let his hand drift up her side, cupping her chest over her dress.

"I...I want to feel the softness of your bountiful breasts too. So, will you...will you take your clothes off and show them to your son? Let me see you...all of you. Please?"