Mother, Uncaged

James reached down with both hands, running them along the outline of his mothers breast mounds. Even this light touch had her cooing and mewling.

"Oh yes honey you always know just what Mommy needs. What can Mommy do for you though." Her face flickered from arousal to an urgent need to please him.

James took a firmer grip, squeezing the mammoth cones that once fed him.

"James...I'm a little uncomfortable..." She started and James' eyebrows climbed nearly to his hairline in shock, "Uncomfortable in these clothes. Their so restrictive. Do you mind awfully much if I go change? Or can I just take them off maybe please?"

James laughed, a deep real laugh. He climbed off his mothers lap, inadvertently slapping hitting her in the face with his pants tenting boner. At the slap his mother let loose the bubbliest most vacant laugh James had ever heard from her.

"Go ahead Mom get those nasty clothes off and I'll do the same. "

James quickly shimmied out of his pants so he could watch the show.

His mother quickly unbuttoned her sweater and tossed it aside. She was not trying to be sexy but the urgency and matter of factness of the way she stripped was. Her white blouse came next, followed by her skirt. She eyed both with disgust where they lay on the floor. She paused a moment when she saw James admiring her in her bra and panties.

They were what he figured, lacy but over conservative, very granny-ish. Still, the bra looked like it was fit to bursting.

"Go on. " he chided as if talking to a child.

She blushed before unhooking her bra, releasing her beautiful orbs. And where Courtney's nipples had been small, his mother's were not. They were beautiful dark pink caps at the end of her massive milk bags. James could barely see anything else and was only able to restrain himself from rushing her by her movement to drop her panties.

Grace kicked the panties away revealing a thin line of hair leading to her pussy. Her cunt lips were puffy and looked damp. To James they looked hungry.

He looked down and caught himself stroking his cock. His mother's eyes were there too. He touched her thoughts and felt them battling, but not what he expected. On one side was an urgent need, a **** want for her to be told what to do. On the other side was a wild animal like hunger to have his cock. She desperately wanted him but would not, could not bring herself to ask him.

Smiling he reached down for his pants.

"Maybe this isn't the best idea..." He started.

"Of course honey whatever you want. " she said brightly.

Inside though he felt her heart sink. It created such a feeling of loss, of worthlessness that James was taken aback.

"I did a very good job. " he said, letting his pants fall back down.

"Of course you did honey you always do a GREAT job. Your mommy's smart special perfect boy. "

James smiled and put his hands on his hips.

She so wanted to please him...