A Bullet for Momma
Copyright© 2025 by Tropic
Chapter 2
Mother and I both had busy social lives.
Our morning routine of starting the day remained unaltered, with me getting off for lectures and mother to her office before returning home and so forth were the norm. However, our dark carnal activities together were an added extra for occasional evenings only!
They took place when the natural inhibitions between mother and son were strangely overridden; allowing our pent-up animal desires to burst into a perverse form of incest.
After this sexual release, we would revert to social normality, almost pretending that what occasionally took place between us was simply a shared fantasy; only teased about it over a drink. The really awkward thing about this cycle was how to break out of our respectable mode and access the forbidden zone? It was a very difficult to open the door of a hidden chamber.
So to this end mother devised a method of charades that we could secretly slip into when her need to abuse me became intense. It would be later in the evening when mother would occasionally transform into ‘mommy’ and I became her ‘novice’. Something would trigger this ‘other world’ where I became ‘jonny’; a sexually inexperienced male recieving ‘guidance’ from his momma.
And momma insisted that jonny’s cock needed management and cultivation; if it was to make the grade of satisfying her. It would also take effort and determination and rigorous workouts on my part to devellop a cock she could be proud of.
She had found some of the methods used by females on their novices were cruel and gross and would never subject me to them. But other methods were more acceptable and eventually gave excellent results. She showed me images of the kind she admired, and they made me scared.
But I accepted her conditions, and mother believed the best way, was to perform our sexual tasks as charades; role playing. And once the charade had been devised and agreed upon, it would be acted out in real time and seen through to its conclusion.
These often began with her whispering suggestions into my ear - ‘I’m going to have a shower now jonny; you’ll have a chance to sneak into my bedside cabinet and jerk off some of your spunk into my panties. Would you like to do that for mommy?’
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