Invincible MILF?

My mother and I lay across the couch cuddled together as I searched for clothes for her. Thinking about the issue of timing regarding when the clothes would arrive, I thanked myself for getting a Black Card the minute I could. Such a card made me privy to every benefit the worlds economics had to offer, including instant delivery in commerce. In other words, whatever I ordered would arrive within the hour no matter the time.

My mom was beginning to blush as she looked at the options I wanted for her. “Sweetie, this is how young girls dress these days right? Mommy doesn’t exactly have the body for that.” She complained as she turned her body to face me.

I rolled her on top of me as we lay chest to chest and spanked her. “You want to make me happy? Then stop downplaying yourself so much. And stop worrying about everyone, you are my doll. Understand?”

She smiled and apologized before kissing my forehead, “Yes sweetie, I’m sorry. If it makes you happy then mommy will listen.” Her body relaxed completely under my touch as her weight sank into me.

I craned my neck and kissed her deeply, “You know I want to fuck you through a mattress, right?”

Her blush was immediate as she broke our eye contact and shoved her face into my chest, “Baby, please don’t embarrass your mother like this.” Her mature voice was squeaking from her temperament flaring.

I spanked her once causing her to yelp, “Answer my question.” I commanded with the grin of a villain.

“Honey, I shouldn’t say things like that to you. It isn’t right for a mother to curse in front her child, much less to say such lewd things.” She responded as the pressure on my chest increased. She was doing her best to dig a hole so she could bury her head in me like an ostrich in sand, and it was adorable.

I showed mercy this once and revisited my previous activity. “Will you really wear anything I pick?”

She only nodded her head before finally presenting her face again. “As long as I am with you, I can do anything.” She said before kissing my forehead and finally relaxing.

I guess for her being ultimately comfortable is to be invincible. I wonder what ultimate comfort means for others… I pondered before kissing her forehead in return.

“Then I’ll be glad to indulge myself.”

Within the hour over thirty bags packed to the brim with clothes littered the floor.