Do as I was told, of course (Alex sub)

Alex decided to wait in the living room as his mother had instructed him to do. He took a seat on the plush, worn-out sofa in their humble living room, his small frame sinking into the cushions. The living room was cozy and undeniably Mexican, with vibrant textiles adorning the walls and a low-hanging chandelier made of wrought iron and dangling crystal prisms. A worn-out rug lay in the center of the room, its intricate patterns faded from years of use.

After a while, Mary appeared at the top of the stairs, her curvaceous figure drawing Alex's attention. She was wearing a pair of old jeans that hugged her hips and ass accentuating her figure. A pair of cheap high heels added a touch of glamour to her outfit, while a pink blouse uncovered her shoulders and left her white bra straps exposed. Her brown wavy hair cascaded down her back, and she walked down the stairs with a confident and sensual stride.

She gave Alex a nod of approval before making her way to the front door, where she paused for a moment, taking in the scene before her.

Their apartment building was situated in a prominent white neighborhood, where spotless houses with meticulously maintained gardens stood proudly. Mary couldn't help but compare her own disheveled home to those of her neighbors, a pang of inadequacy washing over her. But she quickly pushed the thought aside, not wanting Alex to pick up on her discomfort.

Mary led the way to the car, her son following closely behind her. Their car once gleaming paint job now dulled by the passage of time. Mary unlocked the doors with a click, and they both climbed in, the interior of the car smelling faintly of candy and old fast food.

"Ready to go, mijo?" Mary asked, turning to Alex with a smile.

Alex nodded in a cheerful way, unable to take his eyes off of his mother's curves. She was a sexy Mexican MILF, and he couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement at the thought of spending the day with her. A small smile playing at the corners of his lips. "I'm glad I get to spend the day with you, Mom."

Mary felt a warmth spread through her chest at her son's words, her heart swelling with love for him. "I'm glad too, mijo," she said, reaching out to ruffle his hair affectionately. "I'm glad too."

As they pulled out of the driveway and onto the street, the sun streamed in through the car windows, casting a golden glow over everything it touched. Mary couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment and happiness, knowing that she was spending this special day with her son, no matter where they went or what they did.