Chapter 1

It was after I’d finished-up at college that afternoon. I’d come home to find Mom alone on the sofa, softly sobbing to herself?

Seeing Shelia Blake as a damsel in distress was oddly unsetling; she was an executive with her company; ‘ Shelia the Dealer ‘ who gave those arround her, guidence she expected to be followed. I noticed the empty glass in her hand; she had been alone, and drinking. Although 38, she was still in fine shape and at 5’ 8” wore a skirt to perfection; with lush tits- not to big - but taunt and spiky; a slim waist leading to those sexy thighs; which were now over-exposed.

I’d stood there, wondering why she was home so early ... and drinking morbidly?

She looked up saying, “Oh, Jonathan! I’m ... I’m so sorry about this.” ... as she 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 triggering anything like that; not Shelia the Dealer.

And the darndest thing was, it did turned me on! I suddenly saw her in a sort of new light. In place of ‘ She You Obeyed’ ... was a yummy mommy! ... My yummy mommy!

I thought of saying, don’t hide up your juicey thighs Shelia! ... pull your skirt all the way up to your hips; let me see the gusset of your panties - yea! Now Shelia; don’t stop crying; ... just stick one of your nice long fingers ... all the way up into your creamy cunny - while you watch me get my cock out for you ... that’s what you want; isn’t it? Yea ... seeing my mother softly sobbing ... and appolgetic; it seemed the ideal time to take hold of her and fuck her. But it wasn’t the first time I’d considered the possibility of fucking Mom!

I remember her crying when my Dad died three years ago; in a horrible accident at the meat-processing factory. It had been a quick yet bloody end for my father. Mother had been inconsolable; and I had been jettisoned into a no-mans land of numbness.

After the funeral; when we were fially alone together back home, she gave me a warm milky drink with something to make me sleepy; and we had cuddled together on her bed; and as I wepted into her bossom, she comforted me by letting me suckle, saying that I had to be brave; because I was to be mommy’s little man from now on. My clung to her warmth for comfort and then fell asleep. When I did wake up, my small cock was very sore?

As time moved on I had to grow up quicker than normal - having to do things that dad would normally have dealt with - little things - and sometimes a bit more than little.

Mom would turn to me; when it would have been dad. It was all part of being Mom’s little man about the house. I’d found that Mom was easier to handle at the end of the day when she’d had a bit to drink. I would sneak into her bedroom and go through her undies, unloading my spunk in her panties while I imagined her legs wide open and moaning for me.

But then came the day I found a large plastic dildo in her bedside drawer! ... which really stunned me ... because it was much bigger than my own cock! ... It made me feel so feeble and out of my depth.

So now ... suddenly seeing her as a damsel in distress, her bravado evaperated, was a sort of strange turn-on for me. Naturally I sat down with her and asked what had upset her, but she shrugged me off with embarresement. I felt out of my depth.

After all she was an executive with her company; used to giving those arround her guidence, rather than recieving comforting gestures from others. We haden’t been here before. So I sat there feeling awkward for a while before she turned to me and supprisingly began softly sharing the source of her sorrow.

She had taken my hand to convey our shared sorrow of losing father and sipping the whiskey while describing her loney nights of being widowed. I took this to mean loveless nights. Then she stunned me by revealing she’d known about me sneaking-in and staining her panties! ... But I was more amazed still when she added that it had really turned her on; but I was to young for her then?