Go and look for her, of course (Alex dom)

Puzzled by his mother's absence, Alex made his way to the stairs and slowly climbed them. As he reached the top, he paused for a moment and listened. At first, he didn't hear anything, but then it came to him: the faint humming of a lullaby. It was coming from his mother's room.

He made his way down the hallway, the sound of the lullaby growing louder with each step. When he reached his mother's door, he saw that it was slightly ajar, and he could see a sliver of light spilling out into the hallway. He sightly pushed the door open, slowly sticking his head inside.

The smell hit him immediately: a wave of fresh, clean scents, with a hint of vanilla and lavender. It was the smell of his mother's beauty creams, the ones she used to keep her skin soft and supple. The scent was comforting and familiar, and it made him feel at home. He looked around the room, taking in the disarray. The bed was unmade, and clothes were scattered across the floor. The curtains were open, and sunlight streamed in through the windows, casting a warm glow over everything. It was a messy room, but it was cozy and inviting. Her dresser, covered with bottles of lotions, perfumes, and makeup. And There was a mirror, big and bright, reflecting the whole room. The scent of vanilla and lavender mixed with the smell of her perfume, a rich, floral aroma that made him feel warm and safe.

Peering further into the room, Alex finally saw his mother. She was struggling with an old pair of jeans. Standing in front of the mirror, one leg inside the jeans and the other outside, her hands on her hips as she tried to the denim over her ample ass.

She was only wearing a white bra, giving Alex an unobstructed view of her voluptuous figure. With each failed attempt to wriggle into the jeans, her big butt would jiggle in an exaggerated way, making her look almost comical in her struggles.

Alex could see the white of her panties peeking out from beneath the jeans as she struggled to pull them up, the fabric stretching taut against her curves. He couldn't see his mother's reflection in the mirror, but he had a clear view of her behind, with the straps of her bra digging into her skin, the curve of her back, and the way her ass bounced and wiggled in slow motion with each failed attempt to pull on the jeans.

He wanted to see more of her and poked his head further into the room. He finally could see her reflected in the mirror. That's when his mother caught him peeping at her. Alex saw her eyes go wild as she saw the reflect of his head peek into her room.

As Mary caught Alex spying on her, she jumped in surprise with a gasp, quickly turned around to face him, her hands flying to her semi bare chest in a futile attempt to cover herself. She was still caught in the act of trying to pull up the tight jeans, and the denim was bunched around her hips leaving her crotch exposed.

She felt trapped with one hand over her breasts, trying to shield them from her son's view, and the other hand yanking the jeans up in an attempt to keep them from falling down to her ankles. But despite her efforts, her white panties were still on full display, as well as the pink lace of her bra that barely contained her full breasts. Her face turned a deep shade of red, as she tried to maintain her modesty, but with little success.

Realizing that her attempts to cover herself weren't enough, she quickly grabbed her robe from the back of the door and wrapped it tightly around her. The color of her face turned a deep shade of red.

"Alex, I told you to wait for me in the living room." She said, trying to keep her voice steady and firm, but there was a hint of embarrassment and annoyance in it. "What are you doing here?".

"Um, I couldn't find the remote, so I thought I'd come in here and look for it," Alex lied, his eyes darting around the room, anywhere but at his mother. “But I’ll go now” he said full of embarrassment for being caught spying.

"Stop there, young man. Come here, now," she said, her voice stern but making sure she didn't make the situation any more uncomfortable.

As soon as Alex approached her, she took a seat on the bed and patted the bed, signaling him to sit down next to her.

"I know you're curious," she began, "but it's not appropriate for you to be peeking into your mother's room like that, do you understand?" She said with a tone of reproof.

Alex nodded, his face as red as his mother's.

"You're my little boy, and you need to start behaving like one," she continued, "Don't you ever do that again. I'm your mother, not someone for you to ogle at."

She tried to make the tone of her voice as gentle as she could, but still he couldn't help but feel emasculated. When she was pissed, she had a way of talking to him that made him feel small and weak, like he was incapable of being a man.

He couldn't keep eye contact with his mother, feeling ashamed of himself. He knew he had made a mistake, but he couldn't help but feel like a little boy again, embarrassment flooding his whole body.

Mary noticed the look of shame on Alex's face and saw the tears welling up in his eyes. She realized that she had been too harsh on him, and she immediately felt a pang of guilt. After all, his curiosity about women's bodies was normal .

She opened her arms wide and pulled him in for a tight embrace, burying his face in her chest, her hands clutching tightly to his body as she wrapped her arms around him,

As she held him close, he could feel the warmth radiating off her voluptuous body. he could smell the faint scent of her shampoo, mixed with the smell of her beauty creams that lingered to her. It was a comforting and familiar scent, one that reminded him of the countless times she had held him as a baby.

Her hand reached up to his hair, gently stroking it, much like she had done when he was a child. She could feel the tension in his body slowly start to dissipate, and his breathing became more regular.

"I'm sorry, mi amor, I didn't mean to make you feel that way," she whispered softly, her lips close to his ear.

He sniffled, his shoulders shaking as he tried to hold back the tears. "I'm sorry, mama I know it's not right to spy." Alex said, his voice muffled by her chest.

"Shhh, it's okay, my love," She said, her voice soft and soothing. "I know you didn't mean it, but I want you to understand that what you did was not right. You can't peek into your mother's room like that. You still need to learn to respect your mother's privacy," she said, her voice still firm but with a softer edge. "You're my little boy, but you're also growing up, and you need to start acting like it."

Alex nodded, snuggling closer to her. He could feel her warmth, and the softness of her breasts pressing against his face and the gentle rhythm of her breaths. He felt safe and loved, but at the same time, he couldn't help but feel emasculated by the situation. He felt like a little boy again, and it was a feeling that he couldn't shake off.

"I understand, mama" He mumbled, feeling pathetic. “I promise, I'll be more careful and respectful," he said, looking up to his mother.

"Good," she said, "I'm glad we understand each other." she kissed the top of his head and hugged him tighter, her heart filling with love and affection towards her little boy.

She held him for a little longer, before she let go and stood up, adjusting her robe, and covering herself properly.

"Now, go to the living room and wait for me there, okay? I'll be there in a minute." She said, trying to regain the authority in her voice.

Alex nodded and left the room, feeling embarrassed. He couldn't help but feel like he would never be seen as a man by her again. Unless he did something about the way his mother sees him....

As Mary watched him leave the room, she couldn't help but feel a little bit guilty for making him feel that way. But deep down, she knew that it was necessary. He was her little boy, and she needed to make sure that he understood the boundaries. She couldn't let him grow up to be a man who didn't respect women.

She sighed and turned back to the bed, she still had to get dressed and go to the mail, she thought to herself. She looked at the clock and realized that she was already late, she picked up her pace and started getting ready, pushing the guilt and the awkwardness to the back of her mind. She would deal with it later, but for now, she had to be a mother.