Mothers of sons are queer — boundaryless.
I should’ve known when she barged in, unapologetically, when we were screwing. Kidding myself — it was just another funny little accident? She couldn’t have heard me moan…
It was never going to work while she was still ramming the teat into his wide, open mouth.
The final straw came at Christmas. I walked into the bathroom to see her shaking it off — too pissed to piss on his own. Marking her territory with pride of her homemade produce; one shake too many.
She’ll do anything for her boy. Quite frankly, she can have him.
A drabble written a while ago. Reading it again made me want to revisit the cast of ‘Psychoville’ . If you know the characters, you know.