Crazy Things

The train thundered into Barstow in the heat of the day. Heat waves danced on the still air. It was stifling as I stepped down from the train. Sweat rolled down my cleavage as I made my way into the station. My nipples harden instantly and painfully in the frigid air of the station. The sudden climate change made me dizzy. I hurriedly made my way through station to the Hotel Casa del Desierto, next door.

This was my sixth visit to see Greg since his incarceration and I made it a habit of staying at the historic railroad hotel. The accommodations were adequate and the food in the restaurant was good. I checked in and went up to my room. I showered quickly, changed into a loose sundress and took the city bus to the prison.

Barstow State Prison was a minimum security facility so visitors were allowed to sit at tables with the inmates in the visiting room. I felt road-weary but perked up when Greg was led into the room already buzzing with visitors and inmates. His broad smile was a stark contrast to the depressing prison uniform he wore. He shuffled to my table to greet me. I rose to my feet and he lovingly kissed me on the cheek. We sat down at the table.

"Thanks for coming Mom," Greg said as he held my hand needing the comfort of a friendly touch. "you look great, that sundress really flatters your figure."

I patted his hand in mine, "I love you Baby-boy. I'd go anywhere to see you."

We made small talk and caught up with each other. He asked about his Dad and even remembered it had been our anniversary. I showed Greg the new necklace his father had given me. I told him that I had forgotten all about our anniversary but his father hadn't so we had a great time at home.

"I bet," he chided.

I blushed and felt flushed under his gaze. I asked, "How are you getting along?"

His eyes had aged and gray hairs had sprouted in his dark locks. He looked much older than his twenty-five years. He squeezed my hand and said, "I've adjusted. You know what makes the biggest difference in here?"

I shook my head, "What?"

Greg grinned and it reminded me of when he was in school. He would come home with that same grin, excited to share what he had learned that day. "Mom, to make it in prison you need something to look forward too."

"Like your release date?"

"If its close enough but most of the time it has to be more immediate. Say like mail-call. We get mail three times a week. If you think you have a letter coming, you'll hang on until mail-call."

I frowned unsure of what he meant, "What do you mean by 'hang on'."

Greg's eyes warily followed an inmate who passed behind me on the way out of the visiting room. "Hang on to your sanity. Some crazy things happen in here. Just the other day a guy flipped out because his wife had promised him a letter. It didn't show and it didn't show. He got really worked up cause it hadn't shown he got put in segregation. Anyway the letter finally shows up and he's calms down even though it was a 'Dear John Letter.'

"He was happy his wife was divorcing him?" I asked confused.

Greg shook his "No, he was happy because he got a letter."

"I think I understand. So what have you been looking forward too?"

He grinned from ear to ear, "My conjugal visit with Melissa. I get my first conjugal visit tomorrow; it's what has kept me going. If I didn't have that to look forward too I think I would have gone crazy a long time ago."

I frowned and looked down at the scuff marks on the table. I knew my news would be devastating. I looked at Greg hoping he couldn't read my mind. I said, "Is sex so important to you?"

He squeezed my hand, "I know you never have liked Melissa but I'm a man and she is an extra sexy woman. You've probably heard she's gone back to dancing, which I'm not crazy about but I understand. She can make good money doing it."

"Oh I've heard," I venomously interrupted.

"Mother!" Greg snapped. "Try to understand, I love her, she has a way of making me feel like I'm the only man in the world. I know she's manipulative, but I did what I did because I chose to, not because she made me. Love will make you do some crazy things. I can hardly wait for tomorrow."

I studied the intensity of his face and said, "I see..."

This time he interrupted me. "It's more than just the physical aspect of sex. Although, it is great the way Melissa can make me curl my toes. Just as important is the emotional intimacy of sex. The feeling that despite everything I'm still loved by her. Do you understand, Mom?"

"Yes, I understand." I wiped a tear that trickled down my cheek.

"What's wrong, Mom, don't be like this, Melissa is not as bad as you think."

I couldn't tell him his wife had left him. I couldn't break his heart by telling him she had gone to Alaska on a striptease tour. I couldn't shatter his hope by telling him his wife wouldn't be coming to see him tomorrow. I simply said, "I'm sorry Greg, it just makes me sad that you are in this place."

Greg nodded, "I know. I'm ashamed of what I've put you through. I'm sorry."

The guard signaled it was time to leave. Greg rose from his seat, kissed me on the cheek and shuffled out the room. I left and soon passed through the prison back into the desert heat. I was sweating profusely by the time the city bus arrived.

I called my husband on the way back to the city. I looked out the bus window; the barren landscape matched my bitter mood. Alex's receptionist answered the phone and I said, "Hello, I'd like to talk to Dr. Agnew, please. It's his wife."

"Sure, Mrs. Agnew, you're in luck he's in-between patients."

Alex said, "Hello. How's Greg? How did it go?"

Tears streamed down my face and I sniffled, "Terrible, it was just terrible. Greg is really looking forward to Melissa's visit tomorrow. I couldn't bring myself to tell him the bitch isn't coming. He's going to be devastated tomorrow when she doesn't show. He says that conjugal visit is the only thing keeping him sane."

"Maybe you should go back tomorrow and see if you can cheer him up."

I shook my head negatively even though Alex couldn't see me. "I don't think they'll let me since his wife is scheduled to visit him."

"Then pretend to be his wife," chuckled my husband.

"Maybe I will. Maybe I will." I said. A desperate idea flashed in my mind. The bus pulled up in front of the Desert Palm Mall on its route back to the hotel.

"I need to go." I hung up and got off the bus and rushed inside the mall. I needed to hurry in order to search the stores for the necessary items before they closed. I looked at my watch and compared it to the announced closing times posted with the mall map. Maybe, just maybe, I could pull it off.



The next day I took one last look at myself in the mirror through contact lenses that changed my eye color from brown to blue. I fluffed an errant strand of yellow hair from my new hair extensions which matched my freshly dyed blonde hair. If I were to pass for Melissa I had to change not only my hair color from brunette to blonde but it had to be lengthen.

I wore a tight white mini-dress which showed off my tan legs. My new stilettos pushed my butt and boobs out highlighting them both. I lifted my breasts in each hand and let them fall back into place. They weren't as huge as Melissa's but they were big enough to be called large. The dress provided enough support so no bra was necessary. I was pleased with my appearance. I may not pass for Melissa but I definitely didn't look like Laura Agnew either.

I had convinced myself that I could fool the guards into thinking I was Melissa. She had only been to the prison once and if the guards were like most men they spent more time studying Melissa's tits than her face anyway. I could pull this off I reassured myself. I spoke to my reflection in the mirror with a nervous voice, "Love sure makes you do some crazy things."

My pulse was pounding in my ears as I approached the main gate of the prison. I wasn't sure if I could be arrested for impersonating my former daughter-in-law if I were caught. The least that would be done would be to ban me from the facility and I wouldn't be able to see my son until his release. My knees wobbled as I was buzzed thorough the gate.

I told the gate guard that I was Melissa Agnew and I was here for a conjugal visit. I signed the visitor's log as Mrs. Agnew, which wasn't a lie. He took his eyes off my boobs long enough to wink at me and nod his head toward the reception room. Several other women already occupied the room in various stages of undress. A female guard arrived with rubber gloves and gave each one of us a cavity search. It was a most unpleasant experience and I couldn't imagine Melissa enduring such a violation.

We were lined up nude and ordered to clasp our hands behind our heads with our fingers interlaced. Then we were told to stand with our legs shoulder length apart and squat. One woman emitted a sharp cry as she squatted. The guard roughly jammed her fingers up the woman's anus and pulled out a plastic tube filled with contraband. She was arrested on the spot.

I began to tremble with fear. The guard noticed and barked, "What's your problem Blondie?"

"Just cold, ma'am." I said rubbing my arms vigorously.

"Then get dressed. Get dressed all of you."

After dressing we were led to a row of what looked like construction trailers. Each trailer was a duplex with each side having a bedroom, a sink, a shower and a toilet behind a privacy curtain. I stood with my back to the door looking at my distorted reflection refracted from the unbreakable institutional mirror. My stomach churned with nervous expectation.

The door opened and Greg was pushed inside by a guard who said, "You got 45 minutes, enjoy."

Greg said, "Melissa, I'm so glad to see you."

I spun around on my heel and said, "Greg."

"MOM?" cried Greg in shock. "What the hell? Where's Melissa? Why are you dressed like her?"

I embraced Greg tightly after a moment he reluctantly returned my hug. I broke our embrace and stood looking at him with his hands in mine. I said, "Let me explain. I had lunch with Melissa two days ago. She's left L.A. She's on some kind of striptease tour for Stanley Stern. She's divorcing you."

Greg was in shock as much from my appearance as from the news. He blinked his eyes trying to comprehend, "Melissa's not coming?"

"I was going to tell you yesterday but I couldn't...not after what you said about your conjugal visit keeping you sane. I knew you would be devastated when Melissa didn't show up. So I thought I might be able to ease your pain if I could see you again. Since Melissa was already scheduled to visit the only way I could get back inside was to pretend to be her. I hope you don't hate me." I hung my head afraid to look at my son.

He lifted my chin in his hand and said, "Mom, I don't hate you. I love you. I can't believe you would sneak back in here to see me. Do you know what kind of risk you took?"

I nodded my head, "I love you Greg. Like you said a person will do some crazy things for love. You're my son and I love you. I would do anything for you."

He hugged me tight and began to sob on my shoulder. His fantasy of Melissa had given way to the reality of Melissa. His body was wracked with convulsions as his frustration, disappointment and heart break boiled over.

As he cried I stroked the back of his head trying to comfort my son. Each time his body trembled I would squeeze him tight. Slowly he stopped weeping. I cooed in his ear, "There, there, Baby. Mama's here. Mama's here for you."

He squeezed me tight and said, "I love you Mom. I love the way you are holding me. The way you are comforting me. Did you mean it?"

I broke our embrace and took a step back, "Mean what, Baby?"

He smiled weakly, "Did you mean it when you said you would do anything for me?"

I nodded, "Yes, what do you need?"

He brazenly looked me in the eye. "Mother, I need sex. I haven't had sex since my arrest almost two years ago. I've had to do a year at Barstow just to become eligible for a conjugal visit. I told you that a man has to have something to anticipate. If I leave here sexually unsatisfied I don't know what will keep me going."

I looked at his tented prison trousers then into his lust-filled eyes. I mumbled, "Greg, I'm your mother. It's incest."

His voice trembled with yearning, "You don't look like my mother. I need a woman, right now more than I need a mother. Incest would be the least of my crimes. Mother, are you going to be my woman?"

Silently I nodded in surrender and lifted my dress up by its hem and pulled it over my head. I let it fall on the floor. I stood before my son in just my white thong. I covered my breasts by crossing my arms. I watched Greg as his eyes feasted on my body with sexual hunger. Astonished, I could see his hard cock actually throb in his trousers with lust. I dropped my arms exposing my breasts. My nipples hardened with excitement. I boldly walked to him seductively swinging my hips. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him with passion. My tongue found his and wrestled with it.

Greg cupped my buttocks and pulled me into his pelvic. He ground my quickly dampening pussy on his hard cock. He squeezed excitedly on my breasts as we continued to kiss. He pinched my nipple a little too hard and I broke our kiss with a squeal of pain. He panted, "Sorry Mom, you're so beautiful. I got carried away."

I rubbed the pain from my tortured tit and said huskily, "Its okay a woman likes to be desired."

He kicked off his shoes and tore his stripe-shirt off his torso. He had a thatch of chest hair like his father and I cooed as I ran my fingers through it. He ripped his trousers down and stepped out of them. His cock was massive in both length and girth. It stood straight out and its head was bent slightly upward like the end of crowbar.

I gently grabbed and tucked on it a couple of times. Suddenly cum began to spew from it. I aimed Greg's cock at my panties as cum shoot forth from it like an uncontrolled fire hose. My son bellowed and hissed with release and then he cursed in disgust. I patted his still hard pecker after he had finished shooting his load. "Its okay, Greg. It's been a long time. You got more where that came from." I peeled my sullied panties off and let them hit the floor. I lay down on the bed and beckoned Greg to join me.

Greg followed his cock to the bed and between my legs. He entered me with a single thrust and moaned as my wet velvety pussy engulfed his hardness. He only gave me a moment to adjust to his girth. I groaned as he began to piston his cock in and out my cunt with reckless abandon. He lifted himself up on his hands and from his new position he really pounded my pussy.

Words jabbered from my mouth in a torrent of incoherent babble, "Cock hard...big...so big."

I pushed my pelvic up to meet his downward thrust. The small room echoed with the sounds of wet flesh on flesh smacks and the moans and groans of our passion. My clit was being buffeted by Greg's pubic bone. I felt the warmth of an orgasm building deep in my belly and suddenly like an electrical current it surged into the pleasure sensors of my brain. I screamed in climatic release as white light burst behind my closed eyes, "Ahhh, Baby-boy!"

Greg buried his cock into me clear to his turgid testicles and shot another load of cum, this time in my overheated pussy. He bellowed with his own sweet release and hissed with each spurt of his cock. "Mama, Mama."

I compressed my wet cunt around Greg's cock as it spasm and tried to milk more cum from it. I felt his balls contracting against my puckered butt hole. I kissed him again and again. I grasped his face in my hands and whispered, "I love you Greg, I love you."

He rolled off of me and I grimaced at the unexpected exit of his cock. "I love you, Mom. That was awesome. I've never came that hard before."

I glanced at my watch. "We don't have much time let's shower."

The bed squeaked in protest as we rose. I kicked off my shoes and led Greg to the shower amazed that his cock was still hard but then again it had been over almost two years since he had sex. The water was semi-warm and we gleeful soaped each other up.

Greg lathered my breasts and said, "I appreciate you doing this, Mom."

"Appreciate, what Son?" I asked soaping and tugging on his cock. "Me, fucking you?"

He giggled. He had never heard me say the f-word before. He nodded and kissed me.

I turned my back to him and grasped the shower head. I rose up on my tip-toes and pushed my butt in his direction. I looked over my shoulder and said to him as the water cascaded off my breasts, "It's my pleasure, Son. Want to fuck me again?"

Greg penetrated my pussy from behind and groaned, "I sure do, thanks for asking Mom."

This time I took the initiative and began to swivel my hips rapidly up and down on Greg's hard cock. I giggled as he moaned. I furthered teased him by changing the rotation of my hips. I twirled my hips doing figure eights on his dick. My son groaned again and began squeezing my breasts like they were ripe fruit.

"Pinch my nipples, Baby," I ordered. "Hard, but not too hard."

Greg complied and I squealed with pleasure. He began thrusting into me urgently growling and groaning in his own rapture. His hands sled from my breasts down to my hips and he used them to support himself as he leveraged his cock in and out of me.

At the breakneck pace Greg was going I knew he was going to cum again and soon. I reached between my thighs and began to diddle my clit with passionate purpose. I chattered confused syllables of love and lust to my son, "Fuck good... hard cock... Mama likes." I howled with delight when Greg slapped my bare ass a wet stinging smack. "I love you, Baby. I love you."

I wasn't expecting Greg's soapy finger to penetrated my puckered butthole clear to his second knuckle. I screamed at the violation. My pussy convulsed and then erupted with frothy ejaculate which splattered with a wallop on the shower floor. I screamed in ecstasy and my knees went weak and started to buckle. If Greg hadn't had such a firm grip on my hips I would have fallen. I lifted my face to the streaming water from the shower head and fought to stay conscious as flashes of white light dazzled the canvas of my mind.

The spasms of my cunt clutched at Greg's cock and sent him over the top. He pushed into me as far as he could and unloaded cum yet again into the depths of my pussy. His cock throbbed and danced against the saturated sides of my snatch. He was buried so far in me that he had actually lifted me off my feet by his cock.

I held on to the shower head like it was a life line then I hoarsely howled and came again. My quim quivered and quaked around Greg's spewing pecker. I shook my head from side to side as a kaleidoscope of lights shot through my brain with dizzying delight.

Once my comet like climax spent itself I came crashing back down to reality. There was a knock on the door followed by a gruff voice, "Five minutes folks."

Greg's cock had finally softened and plopped out of me with a wet thwack his balls fully drained. He wasn't completely dried off as he jumped into his clothes which clung to his wet body. He grabbed my panties and stuffed them into the toe of his shoe.

"What are you doing?" I asked as I patted myself dry.

Greg smiled like a mischievously little boy, "Souvenir, Mom. I just hope they smell more like your sweet snatch than my foul foot by the time I get to use them."

"Use them?"

He stood up and boldly looked at my nakedness, "I'm going to sniff them late at night when I jerk off. I'm going to dream of your body not Melissa's."

I dropped my towel and returned Greg's look of intensity. I felt intimacy with my son not embarrassment as my son lustily drunk in my nudity. I rushed into his arms and kissed him furiously, "I love you Greg. I'm glad I did this. I'm glad you fucked me."