No, just a calm trip (Alex Dom)

As Mary and Alex made their way through the crowded parking lot, the bright lights illuminated the darkening sky. Mary's heels clicked against the pavement, swaying her hips gently with each step. She led Alex by the hand while also maneuvering the shopping cart, laden with bags of all shapes and sizes. Some bright red shopping bags, adorned with a purple bow, stood out against the other plains brown bags. Alex knew very well what was in those bags.

As they approached their car, Mary came to a stop and let go of Alex's hand. With a practiced motion, she opened the trunk and began to unload the bags, her arms moving with ease as she placed each one carefully inside.

Alex, meanwhile, stood to the side, watching his mother attentively.

It was then that Mary struggled to lift a heavy shopping bag filled with cans of soup and glass jars of pasta sauce. The bag handle tightened as she felt the strain on her arm, but she tried to hold it up as she kept opened the trunk of the car.

But just as she was about to place the bag inside, disaster struck -the bottom of the bag gave out, causing Mary's hands to fly to her mouth in shock. Before she could react, however, Alex sprang into action.

With unexpected speed, he caught the falling bag mid-air and held it steady as his arm muscles tensed under its weight. "I've got it, mom," he said confidently. "I'll take care of it”.

Mary stood by the car, a bit skeptical, watching as her son finished putting all the bags into the car. Even the heavier ones that would have given her trouble. She supposed it was only natural for him to be stronger than her; after all, he was a man while she was just a mere woman.

As he continued to carry the things, Alex noticed that her mother was still standing there doing nothing. He looked at her with a confused look on his face. What was she waiting for?

"Mom, it’s okay, I've got this. Why don't you just wait in the car?"

Mary raised an eyebrow, surprised by his sudden assertiveness. "Alright, honey. If you're sure."

"I am. Just leave it to me," he replied, confidently.

Mary couldn't believe what she was seeing. Her usually shy and reserved son was taking charge and showing initiative for first time. She felt a surge of pride in her chest as she handed him the remaining bags without a word. Then she did as she was told and went to wait inside the car.

As she sat in the driver's seat, watching Alex in the rearview mirror, she smiled to herself as she thought that maybe her little boy was finally growing up.

Once Alex finished loading everything into the trunk and closed it with a satisfying thud, he took a deep breath and looked around the now empty parking spot.

He walked over to the passenger side of the car and opened the door. "Everything's ready, Mom."

Mary turned to him with noticeably brighter eyes. "Thank you, my little boy," she said affectionately as she reached out to ruffle his hair.

Alex smiled and buckled himself in, running his fingers along the smooth fabric of the seatbelt. "Yeah, it was nothing," he replied modestly.

Mary started the car and put it in reverse, glancing over her shoulder before backing out of the spot. Alex turned to look out the window. They drove in silence for a while, both of them lost in their own thoughts.

Alex's mind wandered to the parking lot incident. The way his body moved instinctively, his muscles tensing and flexing on their own. As if his body knew what it had to do. It was a strange feeling, but he liked it.

Then he recalled the events at the mall, paying his mother for a private dance as a cheap whore. Watching her naked and taking photos of her, without her even knowing. Feeling a sense of power and control. It was intoxicating. He wanted more of it.

As they drove, Alex stole glances at his oblivious mother with a contented smile on her face. He hesitated for a moment, unsure, but then he felt an impulse. That sensation in his body again and without a second thought, he reached out, his hand trembling slightly as he placed it on her thigh.

Mary's eyes shifted down to his hand before quickly returning to focus on the road. A moment of silence passed before she finally spoke, her words were laced with a hint of playful curiosity, "Hey honey, what are you doing?" Her eyes darting between the road and her son's hand on her thigh.

Alex's heart pounded in his chest, his anticipation growing with each passing second. He searched her face for any sign of anger or disgust but found only a softening in her expression. This was his chance, he just had to push her further.

There was a mischievous glint in his eyes as he leaned in closer and squeezed her thigh gently, "I just want to feel close to you, Mommy," His tone was intentionally childlike, appealing to Mary's maternal and loving side.

Mary's eyes widened for a moment, there was skepticism in her face, but then, as if an internal switch had been flipped, her eyes softened with joy and tenderness. A soft smile spread across her lips, erasing any hint of doubt or confusion. It worked. He had her right where he wanted her,

"Oh, honey," she murmured, her voice filled with warmth and affection. "I'm always here for you, you know that."

Mary's hand reached down and gently covered Alex's hand on her thigh. She squeezed it reassuringly, before turning her gaze back on the road. She was glowing, her eyes alight with happiness, a mother proud of her son. A mother who was completely oblivious to the true intentions of her son.

As they drove on, Alex's hand remained on his mother's thigh, now boldly tracing patterns along her leg as she navigated the roads. Mary's muscles tensed slightly at first, but she didn't pull away. And in that moment, Alex felt a twisted sense of satisfaction knowing that he could had complete control over her – if he played well his cards.

When they finally arrived home, Mary pulled the car into the driveway, and turned off the engine, a content smile on her face. She was so happy, not just because of the shopping trip, but because of the way her son had acted. He had been so mature, so helpful, and had truly made her day. She was grateful for his company, and the way he had made her feel special.

Also, her thoughts were consumed as well by the special clothing she had purchased. She couldn't wait to try it on again. She was so caught up in her own excitement, that she didn't even notice the way her son's hand was still caressing her thigh.

Meanwhile Alex was lost in his own thoughts. His mom, with her stupid and gullible nature, had fallen for his simple lie. As he suspected, the feeling was good. And it wasn’t just to be caressing the leg of his MILF of a mother. It was something else. It was about having power. About manipulating her, it was about being in control of her.

This sets the route for Alex dominating his mom. In the future he could face diferent challenges and he will have to overcome them all before claming his right to own his mom.

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