A thought that asks me: What kind of clothes will she buy? (Alex dom)

Alex watches as his mother makes her way towards the clothing store, her hips swaying gently as she walks. He feels a sudden rush of curiosity, wondering what kind of clothes she might want to buy. Without a second thought, he makes a show of heading towards the toy store, but once his mother is out of sight, he doubles back and follows her at a distance.

The clothing store that Mary enters is called "Siren's Silhouette" a colorful shop filled with beautiful and sensual attires. Racks upon racks of dresses, skirts, and blouses line the walls, along with a display case of jewelry and accessories. The smell of fresh fabric and fragrant perfume fills the air, tantalizing Alex's senses.

Alex steals a glance through the window, watching as his mother browse through the racks. She picks up a red dress, examining it carefully before putting it back and moving on to the next one. Alex feels a sense of excitement building up inside of him, wondering what she would look like in each one.

He keeps a safe distance, following his mother as she moves from one section of the store to another. She seems to be in her own world, completely oblivious to the fact that her son is following her. He feels a thrill of excitement as he takes in the sight of her, his heart beating faster with each passing moment.

Alex feels his heart rate quicken as his mother makes her way towards the lingerie section. The sight of her browsing through the various undergarments is both thrilling and embarrassing. He hides behind a display of dresses, peering through the gaps to get a glimpse of what she's looking at. Mary picks up a lacy black bra, examining the intricate details of the lace and the satin. She runs her fingers over the delicate fabric, her gaze fixed on the garment. She picks up a matching pair of panties, holding them up to the light to inspect the color and quality.

He feels a surge of heat pulse through him as he imagines his mother wearing the lingerie. A strange mix of emotions: excitement, curiosity, and embarrassment. He knows he shouldn't be watching his mother in this way, but he can't help himself. His eyes trace the curve of her hips, the way the fabric of her jeans hugs her figure. He feels his breath hitch as he imagines her in the lingerie, the scene is punctuated by the soft, sensual music that plays in the background. The dim lighting and the scents of perfume and fabric softener only add to the sexy atmosphere.

Mary gathers a bunch of lacy lingerie in her arms, making her way towards the changing rooms.

Alex's heart races as he watches her, his thoughts consumed by the tantalizing vision of his mother in the provocative undergarments. He feels a mixture of excitement and embarrassment as he trails behind her, trying to be discreet.

As Mary enters the changing room, Alex finds himself standing outside, straining his ears to catch any sounds or hints of what might be happening inside. He wonders if she's trying on the lingerie, if she's looking at herself in the mirror, if she's imagining how it would feel to wear each piece. His mind is consumed by these thoughts, and he can't help but feel a sense of longing and desire.

He imagines her delicate fingers tracing the intricate lace, her hips swaying as she moves, and the way the lingerie would look against her skin. He feels his pulse quicken and his breath become shallow as he indulges in these fantasies.

Alex, unable to resist his growing curiosity, slowly pushes back the curtain of the changing room where his mother is, just enough to see inside. His heart races as he takes in the sight of her standing before the mirror, the upper part of her body bare, revealing her smooth skin and the soft curves of her breasts.

Mary doesn't notice her son at first, as she focuses on taking off her plain white panties, slowly sliding them down her hips, revealing the rest of her voluptuous body. Her hips are full and round, leading down to a narrow waist. She has a patch of hair above her sex, and her legs are long and toned.

As she steps out of her panties, she turns to face the mirror, giving Alex a clear view of her body. Her breasts are full and round, with brown, erect nipples that bead in the cool air. Her areolas are large and dark as well. Bigger than average.

Alex feels a rush of blood to his groin as he takes in the sight of his mother's bare breasts.

Her skin is smooth and flawless, with the soft curve of her stomach leading down to her hips. Alex's gaze travels down her body, taking in the curve of her hips, the toned muscles of her thighs, and the smoothness of her calves. Her feet are small and delicate, with painted toenails that match her bright red lipstick.

Alex feels his gaze drawn to the curls of his mother's bush as she models for herself on the mirror.

Mary's sex is adorned with a thick patch of hair, a darker shade than the hair on her head, which contrasts with her skin. Her pubes are a dense and wild thicket, with strands of hair that are long and curling, forming a tangled and unkempt mass. The hair is so thick that it is difficult to see the skin beneath, creating an air of mystery and allure. The hair is untamed, as if it has not been touched by a razor or wax in weeks. It's clear that Mary embraces her natural state and is not concerned with the societal pressures of grooming.

Alex keep watching through the curtain, trying to be as discreet as possible, as his mother begins to model the lingerie for herself. He's always found her to be incredibly attractive, but there's something different about seeing her like this, totally naked and unaware.

Mary moves in front of the mirror, her hips swaying seductively as she turns to examine herself from every angle. She runs her hands over the silky fabric, admiring the way it clings to her curves and accentuates her ample assets. She seems to be lost in her own little world.

She turns again, bending down to adjust the straps of her bra. The movement causes the fabric to ride up, revealing the curve of her ass and a hint of the thick curls that Alex had seen earlier. He feels his breath catch in his throat as he takes in the sight before him.

Mary, stands up and runs her hands through her hair, fluffing it out so that it cascades down her back. She turns to the side and admires herself in profile, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips as she approves of what she sees.

Satisfied with her latest selection of lingerie, she begins to undo the straps and hooks of the bra, as she prepares to change back into her own undergarments. The changing room is small and intimate, the air thick with the scent of perfume and the weight of anticipation.

Alex, still hiding outside the curtain, watches as the bits of lingerie are tossed aside, each one revealing another hint of Mary's bare skin. When she is finally naked, she takes a deep breath and reaches for her plain white underwear.

Alex knows that this is his cue to leave, to avoid getting caught for spying on his own mother. But he finds himself unable to move, unable to tear his gaze away from the sight of Mary standing there, naked and ****.

Without hesitation, he reaches into his pocket and pulls out his cellphone. His hands are shaking as he snaps picture after picture of Mary's naked figure, capturing every inch of her body in case he never has the chance to see it again. He wants to make sure he remembers every detail of her vulgar body for as long as he can.

Mary, oblivious to the fact that she's being watched, begins to slip into her own underwear. The movement is smooth and fluid, like a dance that she's performed a thousand times before. The plain white garments cover her up, hiding the curves and the skin that Alex had been so fascinated by.

With a sigh of satisfaction, Mary stands up and smooths out the fabric of her own underwear, before turning to the mirror to check her reflection one last time. Alex, knowing that the show is over, finally slips away, leaving the changing room and Mary behind.

Alex makes his way back to the clothes store, after having made a show of visiting the toy store. He tries to act nonchalantly, as if he hasn't just spent the past few minutes spying on his own mother.

As he approaches the store, he sees Mary standing outside, fully clothed in her jeans and pink blouse. She's holding a pair of bags from the clothing store, the name printed prominently on the side. Alex doesn't need to ask what's inside those bags - he can already imagine the lingerie that his mother had modeled for him just a short while ago.

A knowing grin plays on Alex's lips as he approaches his mother. "Find everything you were looking for?" he asks, trying to keep his voice casual.

Mary's own lips curve up in a happy smile. "I think so," she says, holding up the bags. "I might have gotten a little carried away, tho." Then Mary's gaze shifts to her son, noticing his empty hands. "Alex, you didn't get anything from the toy store? I thought you had fun there the other day."

Alex's smile falters, and he feels a twinge of guilt in his stomach. He had forgotten all about the toy store, his mind preoccupied with the image of his mother trying on lingerie. "Oh, um, I didn't find anything I liked," he says, handing his mother the money she had given him.

Mary furrows her brow, sensing that something is off. Alex always loved toys, and it was unusual for him to come back empty-handed. She decides to let it go, chalking it up to a change of heart.

But as she looks at her son, she notices something else that makes her blush. Alex's erection is visible through his pants, and Mary feels a rush of heat in her cheeks. She quickly looks away, trying to ignore the growing tension between them.

Mary clears her throat, trying to regain her composure. "Well, let's go home and have some lunch," she says, taking her son’s hand and trying to keep her voice casual. "I think we could both use a break."

Alex nods, grateful for the reprieve. He follows his mother out of the store, trying to keep his head down and his mind focused on anything except for the growing ache in his pants.

Alex walks silently beside his mother, feeling a strange mix of emotions. On the one hand, he is sad that he had to return the money to his mom and didn't get to buy a new toy.

But on the other hand, he can't shake the thought that he just paid his mother for a private show as if she was a cheap whore.

He thinks about how he watched his mother try on lingerie, the way she moved and posed for him. It was like a private show, and he had paid for it with the very money he had just returned.

A mischievous grin spreads across his face as he imagines his mother's surprise if she knew what he was thinking. But instead of sharing his thoughts, he keeps them buried deep, savoring the secret thrill of his own wicked fantasies.

In his mind, he pictures his mother as a pathetic woman, **** for his attention and validation. He knows this isn't true, but the thought is too tempting to resist. He imagines her dancing for him, her body swaying to an invisible rhythm as she tries to entice him with her seductive moves.

He feels a surge of power as he thinks about his role in this fantasy, the one who holds all the cards as his mom dances for his amusement. And as they walk together towards their car, he can't help but feel a growing sense of satisfaction. He liked to feel in control and with power over someone else.

Mary, completely unaware of her son's thoughts, continues to walk beside him, lost in her own thoughts. She has no idea what is going on in Alex's mind. But for now, that is just fine with Alex. He is content to keep his fantasies to himself, relishing the feeling of having power over his mother without she being aware of it.

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