Cookout Prequel 2. Sleepy Shopping. Part 1.

Greg woke up slowly, and quickly realised that he was very nearly naked, aside from his underwear.

" Wh...what the hell happened yesterday?" He said to himself as he sat up.

Suzie then slowly opened to door holding a cold glass of orange juice and a plate of toast, luckily the covers were over him.

" m...mom?"

" oh good morning dear! Im glad your awake...i was unsure of just how many knockouts your body could take!" She said, after stripping him yesterday and seeing how her sisters had praised her a whole new set of ideas on how to dominante him had entered her mind.

" Kno....ohhh...shit" he said under his breath, as he remembered just how many times he was knocked out recently...though that didn’t exactly explain his nakedness, yesterday was very a very fuzzy memory for him.

It was then he noticed that his mom had not only dressed in a tight white tank top which did little to hide her big chest, or the fact her leggings looked like second skin, she also had the loaded gloves stuffed into her bag.

" H...how did..."

" oh lets not go on about what happened yesterday, lets look towards to future!, its our annual family dinner in a few days, so lets go shopping!..I'll buy you any clothes you want!" Suzie said happily.

Greg shook his head to try and remember exactly what had happened but all he really could remember is seeing a ton of stars, and a lot of dizzyness.

As Suzie placed the plate on the bedside table she moved and ever so slightly brushed across the bed, gently brushing over his erect cock, even through the bedsheets he felt her soft hand.

" Umm...mom....I..."

" No time for chitchat! Have your breakfast, get dressed and lets get going!" Suzie said happily, and left the room, Gregs eyes lingering on her Ass.

Whatever had happened yesterday was all the more reason to get those gloves back, maby this shopping trip would be the perfect opportunity, though he couldn't stop thinking about his moms current outfit, and whenever he thought of yesterday, he couldn't shake the image of his standing over him topless.

" G...give me about an hour mom!" He yelled, as he grabbed his cock, and tried to give himself some relief from his erotic thoughts.

On the journey there he could see the Loaded Gloves, his Mom had taken the gloves with her, they lay on the back seat.

" Mom...why have you packed the gloves? Are we going to the gym to?" He said fearfully, he did not want to be knocked silly in a gym surrounded by hot women in their tight gym clothes.

" oh those! No i just like having them around, i mean, they are mine now, and Kate did them to me as a gift!" She said smiling.

They parked up at the superstore and went to the clothes section, Greg picked out a new shirt and new pants.

Suzie meanwhile had entered the changing rooms, she had a little suprise for Greg.

She wanted to see just how attracted to her he actually was, he must be in some way given his Ko Erections.

So she wanted to give him a treat, before knocking his lights out once again.

" Are you nearly done mom?...I've found what I'm gonna wear" he said behind the door.

" Great!, actually could you come in here? I need a second opinion on this outifit?" She asked him.

" Oh...sure" he said opening the door.

What he saw nearly made him Cum right then and there.

Suzie stood, decked out in a bright red, tight corset, which made it look like her large breasts were about pop out, she also had on the loaded gloves, but that wasnt where his eyes were focused on.

All she had on at the bottom was a bright red Thong.

" Uh..." was all he could say as his Milf of a Mom slowly stepped towards him.

" what do you think?...do you...like it?" She asked, moving so close to him she whispered the last part into his ear.

" I.....Love....it..." he said, boldness overtaking his rational thought as he slowly grabbed her waist, his hands slowly moving to her Ass.

" well that's great...because I'm buying this, just for you" she said, gently kissing his cheek.

Before he could lean in to fully kiss her however, she slammed a gloved hand right onto his chin.

SMACK.