Mommy Dumbest

"You've worked so hard Mom. " James cooed stroking his mother's cheeks.

"You studied for all those years. Fought through those first years at the firm. You do so much bossing us around and keeping us in line. You've been doing all the thinking for us." He continued softly, kneading his mother's shoulders.

"I think it's time you let someone else do the thinking for you now. " he said darkly squeezing her shoulders roughly.

For the first time ever he saw his mom afraid. Between them his cock hardened so quickly that she felt it jab against one of her breasts. It was not lost on James what a sick condition this was, but he did not fight it.

"Thinking is HARD mom, and you shouldn't have to do it anymore. I think from now on the only thinking you do, when you do any at all that is, is about keeping the men in this house happy."

It was like grappling with a bucking bronco. James was in control, dictating his commands to his mothers mind but she fought wildly. She did not know the inevitably of it though. And while they fought he felt his will grow stronger, and his mothers began to weaken and grow limp.

"That's it Mom, don't fight it. Fighting HURTS, just like thinking does. From now on your going to be one of those brainless half wit bimbo wives you always make fun of. Not a thought in your head except tending to the needs and cocks of the men in this house. Your never going to give an order again. Never make a demand of anyone. The only thing you want to do is please people. Particularly your handsome son. " James began to stroke her cheeks again, locking eyes with her.

Even as he felt her begin to submit he could still see fire in her eyes. And while her willpower and mind began to dribble away into a puddle of nothing she still managed to struggle.

"Now that you don't have to think for yourself and your little bitty brain is so useless you'll need to make sure you tend to your other....assets. You'll go to the gym every day to make sure your body gets nice and tight. You'll toss away all those frumpy sweaters. You want to show off your body. You like being looked at and thought of as just a peice of fuckmeat. You know that's all you are. You'll need to new slutty outfits to show off those great big tits. "

Staring in his mothers eyes he watched the lights go out. It happened slowly as the remnants of her mind were subsumed by his commands. She grew weaker and weaker until the foundations of what made her crumbled and gave away. Gone was the anger, cruelty and need to dominate. Gone was the ambitious and passionate intelligence in her eyes. Now she was a vapid eyed empty headed MILF. James watched this happen both from a physical and mental vantage point and it made his cock ache horrible.

Grace blinked once, twice as if clearing her head. She turned her glassy gaze up to her son with a dreamy smile.

"Seems like someone needs Mom's help." She said with a hint of a lilt in her voice making her sound all the more fluff headed.

She shook her shoulders letting her breasts bounce around Jame's iron cock to show she was more than willing to help however he needed.