A Bullet for Momma
Copyright© 2025 by Tropic
Chapter 3
Momma 333
I was in the Uni reading room, gazing at volume 2 of The History of Art but not digesting anything from it, because my mind was on something else. How had the affair I was having with my mother turn into such a bizarre situation?
It had begun so innocently earlier this summer when I had returned from college one afternoon. I’d come home to find Mum alone on the sofa, softly sobbing to herself? It was one of those strange moments when you get a premonition that it would be a moment you remember. I’d stood there, wondering why she was home so early ... and drinking morbidly?
Seeing my mother, Shelia Blake, as a damsel in distress was oddly unsettling. She was an executive with her company; and known as Shelia the Dealer, who gave those around her orders that were obeyed.
At 38, she was still in fine shape and wore her office skirt to perfection; a slim waist leading to those sexy thighs; which had become over-exposed on the sofa. And yea, those luscious tits of hers.
She’d looked up saying, “Oh, Jonathan! I’m ... I’m so sorry about this.” ... as she’d self-consciously tugged her skirt towards her knees. Like she didn’t want to look sexy in front of me ... she didn’t want to chance turning me on! But she had turned me on!
Seeing her softly sobbing ... sexy and apologetic; that had done it for me. I suddenly lusted for my mother and I was getting a hell of a hard on! I hid my feelings by simply saying, “That’s Ok Mom, it’s not a sin for any woman to have a good cry sometimes.”