Mother-Son bonding

I managed to convince Becca to give me a quick kiss before I left school for home today, even without my power.

Today's a good day!

Capitalizing on succeeding on getting that delicious PDA (even if it was hidden around a corner), I used my power as soon as I saw Mom in the kitchen.

Will defer to my judgment on all clothing purchases, with no judgment of me for my choices.

Chuckling lightly, the sound alerted her to my presence, prompting a happy smile.

"You ready to go on that shopping trip now honey?" She asked, setting aside the rag she'd been cleaning with.

"Yep, ready when you are." I said, already imagining all the things I can make her wear now.

Soon enough, we were in the mall walking through the shops.

The building wasn't particularly busy, hardly a surprise considering it was a mall, but nevertheless there was still plenty of clothes available.

I let mom take the lead, my power being confirmed to have taken when she asked whether she should buy the first shirt she picked up.

Mom never asked me if she should buy something with her own money, only ever asking a second opinion at best.

As such, I felt comfortable refusing all of her suggestions. It was kind of funny to watch her just nod and move onto the next item with no frustration for my constant refusal.

Finally though, I spotted something good.

"Hey mom, you should get these." I said, lifting some short shorts off the rack.

Moms' brow furrowed even as she nodded in acceptance.

"That'll take some getting used to." She muttered.

It was true, mom dressed pretty conservatively even in hot weather, which I'd been glad for before I fixed her body up, but now i wanted to show off the goods.

I continued, mostly getting her some variety of booty shorts, two miniskirts, with a pair of tight jeans and yoga pants each to help spice things up.

As for shirts, I kept the choices relatively classy, but typically a size or two too small, to keep her current "bursting out of her clothes" look which is doing so many things to me.

Before getting to underwear, we stopped by the shoe store, where I immediately pointed out several heels of various heights no shorter than 4 inches.

MILFs wear heels! If mom really can't adjust well I'll use up a power slot to help her out later.

Finally, we ended our clothes shopping (which had been interspaced with a lot of typical window shopping which made the trip last an extra hour and a half overall), we ended up in some lingerie store I can't remember the name of.

I internally cackled and rubbed my hands together, gathering a pile of sexy numbers onto the counter.

Thongs, frilly bras, panty, garter belts and stockings, the whole works!

Ending our trip to the mall with Chinese food at the food court, I eyed the crowds casually, noting how rare it was for actual young people to be shopping here.

"This was nice Alex." Mom said, leaning on the table and inadvertently emphasizing her glorious orbs for my viewing enjoyment, "It's been years since it was just you and me like this. Sometimes it feels like I barely know you."

I chuckled lightly, leaning back in my seat as I thought of my next power use.

I'm going to test my limits tonight.

"Don't worry mom, I plan on us getting to know each other _very _well over the next few days."

o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o

Mom has an intense **** fetish, focused on me 'taking over as the man of the house'.

I tilted my head in thought as I watched the way mom's eyes suddenly flicked over to me from where she'd been watching her show, her breath hitching and even that slight motion in her current booty shorts and crop top (which she'd chosen as her initial casual clothes) made my dick harden in appreciation.

Feeling reckless, I walked up to her, grabbing her shoulder, firmly, before planting a kiss on her forehead.

Mom closed her eyes, smiling even as she took suspiciously deep breathes.

"Goodnight mom, love you."

She took a second before her eyes fluttered open again.

"Oh, uh, goodnight Alex. good dreams."

I patted her shoulder once more before pulling away, tracing her hair lightly as I did so.

Was that a smooth move? glancing back before I left the room, I saw mom carressing where I'd traced my fingers, and nodded to myself.

Smooth enough for horny mommy, it would seem.

Haha!