Jon was simple stunned; there wasn't any doubt in his mind that the woman in front of him was his mother, it was just some gut deep certainty inside him, but he was hard pressed to find a single thing about her features or body that was recognisable as the woman who had given birth to him.
The last time he'd seen his mother; Linda Madison, she'd been a smartly dressed, 45 year old with short brown hair, a C-cup bust and a few lines around her eyes and mouth to show her age.
The woman in front of him had long, flowing blonde hair so light it was almost white, perfectly straight it cascaded all the way down to her slightly overlarge butt, which was crammed into a fiendishly tight, and scandalously short, leather mini. Her face was done in bright, heavy make-up, her large lips slick with crimson lipstick, her perfectly straight, unnaturally white teeth flashed between them, almost as brightly as the small sapphire chip set in her right central incisor. She wore what look to be a very loosely buttoned down silk blouse, which clearly displayed both her mounatuse cleavage and the tight leopard print bra that it was spilling out of. Her breast were obviously natural and had to be approaching the H-cup range, beneath the loose silk of her shirt her waste was slightly thick than perfection would dictate and she had the beginnings of a slight belly. However her legs were still amazing in there black stilettos, with only the slightest trace of excess flesh to show her age.
The thought that this was what Barbie would look like after hanging out with the wrong crowed and hitting the big four-o, popped into Jon's mind unbidden.
"Sweetie" exclaimed his transformed mother "Come here an' give ya' mama some sugar" so saying she swept him up and crushed him into her soft cleavage, before kissing him full on the lips and sticking her tongue half way down his thought as she copped a hearty feel of his newly expanded (and expanding) package.
Pulling back, Linda said huskily "We've gotta' get you doin' some Porno Sweetie, with that thing between your legs we'd make a killing." With that she dropped him and herded Krazy out the door, saying she'd only stopped by to get her for her shift at the club, but promised they'd 'talk' some more later
With a slam of the front door Jon was left all alone with but one thought; WHAT THE HELL HAD KRAZY DONE!?
