Mother's Turn

James swaggered over towards his mother Grace, flopping onto the sofa in an exaggerated fashion.

"So, Mom, how's thangs?" He said casually, chuckling as if it was the greatest joke in the world.

Her thoughts shrieked at James. It was just a storm of red rage, swear words and some of the most violently obscene images he'd ever imagined. He was more than a little surprised.

Grace Russel would (would have been at least) a partner in the law firm she worked at in just a few short years. She was dangerously intelligent and dominated any room she was in through sheer **** of will and attitude. Friends and foes alike would say she was a world class bitch. And whereas Courtney possessed the catty bitchiness of youth, Grace had accumulated and perfected the cold cuntery of the adult.

Like in the office she dominated every aspect of the Russel house, and until recently she had been completely unchallenged. Before his transformation James wouldn't have even given a THOUGHT to addressing his mother with complete and utter deference. He couldn't even remember the last time he disobeyed her. Only very recently with Courtney becoming more of a rebellious teenager did anyone think of arguing with Grace. When they fought James likened it to King Kong and Godzilla duking it out, with his father and him as the helpless Japanese citizenry in their path.

Grace was considered one of the prettier moms in the neighborhood, though she was always appeared slightly less so since she dressed so severe and conservative. Now her shoulder length strawberry blonde hair hung loose to her shoulders. Her dark eyes flames and she wore little makeup if any. Despite the button down sweater she wore it did little to hide her greatest feature which was her pendulous breasts. James would guess them at least DD's, with only a hint of a sag. His mother went to the gym often but was far from dedicated. While she had the soft edges of motherhood her infrequent gym visits did manage to keep most of the weight in the right areas.

So while her breasts were large, they sagged only slightly. Her hips were thick and her ass was more than shapely, though her thighs were nearing "thunder thigh" proportions. Her legs ended in sensible flat shoes. That was his mother always sensible.

She always mocked the stay at home mothers in the neighborhood. Useless she'd call
them. Halfwits and bimbos. She'd sneer at them behind their backs as they brought in groceries and sweated over dinner, while James and his father would be cooking and fetching for her.

"Those days are long gone Mother." James said absently, lost in his own thoughts.

He swung his leg over her, straddling her. He could feel her breasts hard against him. The sensation of her heart jack hammering in her chest made him fearful for a moment that she may have an attack.

Running both hands through her hair, he took her face in both hands and pressed his nose to hers in a pose that was very similar to what they did in his youth.

"Now mother...." He said smiling his oily smile, "What to do with you?"