I’m Mommy’s Little Girl

My name’s John Delaney, I’m twenty-five years old. I work for a Wall Street investment banking concern, I’ve been here a year as a trainee. I was recruited on campus; I’m a graduate of Columbia University. I have my Batchelor’s Degree and am taking courses toward my MBA. My firm pays me a good salary and expects hard work and a lot of hours for it. I’ve saved a large portion of my salary and with the guidance of my senior colleagues I’ve invested well. I can save because I keep my expenses low. My apartment is a modest efficiency, I don’t own a car, I live in the city, I use the subway or a cab to get around or my bicycle when I want the exercise and I don’t date. I’ve never been out with a woman.

And I’m conflicted, I’m a man and I have the urges a man has but I haven’t acted on them; I can’t; you see that isn’t how I was raised.

It’s my first vacation; I haven’t been home in a year. I’m in the air now, flying from New York to Columbus, Ohio to spend time with my mother and Aunt Kitty. Aunt Kitty’s several years older than my mother and she’s not really my aunt. She’s my mother’s partner and the two of them raised me.

I know how it will go when I get home. Aunt Kitty will pick me up at the airport, my mother won’t be with her, she’ll stay home and fix a fancy dinner in my honor. I’ll hug and kiss Aunt Kitty at the airport and she’ll drive us home.

My mother will meet us at the door. I’ll get my hugs and kisses from her them she’ll lead me to the bedroom. I’ll set down my bag. She’ll already be sitting on the bed, she’ll say, “Come to Mommy,” and I’ll walk to her.

“Yes Mommy,” I’ll say and she’ll unbuckle my slacks. She’ll slide them down just a little; just so she can see my underwear then she’ll smile at me and refasten my belt. But she’ll ask, “Do you want me to come tonight?” She’d seen that I was wearing panties, frilly panties.

My voice will be raspy with desire when I reply, “Yes Mommy please come tonight.”

And she will. You see, my mother, always Mommy, is my lover, my only lover; or more aptly stated; I’m hers.

I guess I need to backtrack a long way to explain.