Manic Mom Ch. 02

For the next month Greg waited for his mother to call or text him, but it never came. He was confused, he figured that by now she would have gone through at least one of her episodes, but there had been nothing. One part of him was relieved while the other was almost torn in two.

For Greg the four weeks had been both painful and enlightening. It had forced him to examine his own feelings for his mother. Besides the fact the woman could fuck like a freight train, and drain his balls like no one ever had before; he slowly began to realize there was something else.

This woman who had cared for him, nurtured him, and taught him how to survive in life; for once he had been able to help HER. By Friday he sat and stared at the family photo he kept on the small end table by his couch. He looked at the smile on his mother's face as she wrapped her arms around a much younger image of himself on one side and his father on her other side.

No, he thought, there was something else here and he needed to know what. He rose from the couch and grabbed his keys. It was a little past noon when he pulled into the parking lot of his mothers' work. Maybe he could convince her to get some lunch, he thought, see where things went. He just needed to try and talk this out with her

His mother had taken a part time job at a small florist arranging bouqets. It wasn't that she needed the money, Greg had quickly realized it had been more to occupy her mind after his father had passed.

When the owner told him his mother had called in sick it had startled him. She hadn't said anything about not feeling well, but then she hadn't been talking to him much.

Now even more concerned he headed over to her house. The first thing he noticed was the absence of her little ford focus in the driveway. Letting himself in with his key, he was shocked to find the house in total dissary. There were dishes on the counter not washed, laundry piled on the floor by the washing machine not touched. This was not his mother; eve without the manic periods she was a fastidious housekeeper, Greg couldn't count the number of times his mother had harangued him about the condition of his apartment.

No, something was wrong and Greg felt his heart sink as he searched through the house; and as he expected no mom. Reaching his mothers' bedroom he found the room basically unchanged. Just as he turned to leave his eye caught something on the floor opposite the bed. Stepping over he reached down and picked up a long fat cylinder.

Jesus, he thought, it's her vibrator. Did she drop it here? Then he saw the mark on the otherwise smooth wall. No, he realized; she had not dropped it, she had flung it across the room from her bed.

Greg started to toss the toy back onto the floor, but he couldn't help himself as he brought the toy to his face. His nostrils immediately filled with the pungent odor of his mother and he felt a surge of blood fill his cock. Trying to shake the sudden rush of hormones, Greg cast the toy onto the unmade bed and hurried back down the stairs towards the living room.

His cock was still aching as he passed the pile of laundry once again. This time his eyes were drawn to the black lace panties peeking out from the pile. Oh fuck, he thought as a shudder went through him.

Almost in a daze he reached down and pulled the cloth free; he could feel the crust dried in the gusset and it sent a shiver down his spine. Raising the cloth he again inhaled, his mind swirling as the scent of his mother filled his brain. He felt his cock jerk in his jeans, the memory of that tight pussy wrapped around him sending another surge into his now rock hard dick.

Fuck, if I keep this up I'll cum in my damn pants, he thought. He needed to get a grip he growled at himself. He threw the panties back onto the pile, turning away.

His first impulse was to just leave, but then something deeper made him stop. No, he almost fumed. What the hell was going on? He wanted to know, he needed to know if she was all right. Easing himself onto the couch he turned on the television and settled in to wait.

As he waited, Greg could feel his still hard cock throb, calling for him. He had to fight back the urge to open his jeans and jerk off, the thought his mother could walk in and discover him was the only thing that stopped him.

The nearly hour drive home gave Gayle more time than she really wanted. At least her mind was somewhat clearer now, she thought. She could feel the semen slowly soaking into the gusset of her panties as she shifted in the seat. God, I didn't even ask his name, she realized in shame.

She gripped the wheel tighter as the miles passed away. This time she had gone during the daylight, figuring the chances of being duped by some policeman was less. The bar was a whole hour away, ensuring no one there knew who she was. It had been almost too simple. Sit and have a slow drink, find some men who didn't have a woman around them, then simply put herself out.

The bathroom at the back of the bar had been dirty and the smell of urine still clung to her nose as she drove. God, what's happening to me, she almost screamed. She had bent over and taken not one, but two cocks one right after the other. Still her belly ached as if she had never had sex, while the hunger seemed less I her mind, now it was her body that seemed in need.

At one point, she had actually felt herself nearing an orgasm, but when the image of Greg had popped in her mind, her horror had driven the sensations so far away, they never came back.

She shook her head to clear some of the thoughts. No, she thought, this was the best way, and she would live with the ache. She knew that the only other alternative was to call...him. She had given into that temptation once, she couldn't take advantage of her son again.

Not that the sex hadn't been good, she thought. God, not good, it had been fucking fantastic, she shuddered at the memory. She hadn't been taken like that since losing her husband. That fact alone terrified Gayle, the intensity that had enveloped her that night on the weight bench. The ferocity of her orgasm as her son had ravaged her.

For the last month she had tried to fight off the hunger and need. The depression had actually been easy. It was when her body went crazy with need that she had resorted to long bouts with her toys. Except that every time just before her body had erupted in pleasure, it had been the face of her son that had filled her mind.

It wasn't fair to Greg, she thought; asking him to behave like a total animal just to satisfy her own physical needs. No, this had been better; even if less satisfying.

As she pulled into the driveway, she looked at the car sitting now beside hers. Oh God, he's here, another shudder coursed through her. Was he spying on her? She felt a twinge of anger at the thought. Feed on that, she told herself. Better righteous anger than what had happened last time.

Greg looked up when his mother stepped through the front door. Oh fuck, he thought. His eyes took in the mini skirt that was so short it damn near showed her panties and the tight tank top she wore under. The material stretched as if in protest over her full breasts, her nipples standing out like two pencil erasers against the cloth.

Gayle tried to suppress the shudder as she watched her son rise from the couch. He looked like a tiger about to pounce, his muscles ripples through his light shirt. Her eyes dropped for an instant to the bulge in the front of his jeans. Get a fucking GRIP, she screamed at herself.

"Where were you?" was all Greg could think to ask as he felt blood trying to surge back into his cock just at the sight of his mother.

"Out" was all Gayle said curtly.

"The woman at the flower shop said you were sick." Greg said calmly.

"I was, I'm fine now." Gayle tossed her purse and keys on the small stand beside the couch.

Gayle saw the flash of anger in her sons' eyes, it sparked something inside her. Placing her hands on her hips, she stared down at him.

"What?" she demanded. "Did you come to take care of your sick needy mommy" she said harshly. "Well skip it I already took care of it."

Gayle was shocked when her son rose off the couch, his hand shooting out to grab her bare arm. She stared at his hand a moment then back at his face.

"What did you do?" Greg hissed. His words sparked that frustration and anger in her belly.

"Why, do you want to fuck your sick mother." She told him. "To late, I just got the shit fucked out of me by two guys in a fucking bar" she spat back. "As if it's any business of yours." She threw at him.

Greg's eyes grew at his mothers' words. At first he felt the anger, then deeper it was something else. It was jealousy, a green eyed monster the like of which he had never felt before.

The mere thought that some other man had been with her sent his blood boiling. One part of him screamed that this wasn't right to feel this way about his mother, but the anger that it had not been him swelled over the small voice.

"It IS my business" Greg growled. His pushed his mother back until she pressed against the back of the couch. "You're my mother, and I love you." His words stung back.

Something struck Gayle as Greg pushed her back. She had seen this only once before in a man, and it had been when she had given into her needs decades ago with another boy in college. Her husband to be had gone insanely jealous when he had found out. Dear God, she thought; it can't be, this was her son.

"It's just sex." She tried to say. With a tremor, she realized she had said those same words to her husband then.

"Just sex" Greg snorted. "If it's just sex then why does it matter who?" he glared at his mother.

"Baby, we can't." Gayle tried to reason with her son.

"Bullshit!" Greg exploded

"God dammit" Gayle felt her own anger rise. "Greg...it's incest for God's sake."

"Funny, you didn't seem to mind before" her son growled. "Looked like you came pretty fucking hard to me." His voice tore at Gayle.

"OH God" Gayle shuddered at the memory. "Don't...please." She whispered.

"What, you didn't like having your sons cock buried in you?" he almost snarled.

"Oh Jesus" Gayle shuddered again. "Please Greg...it's...it's'...illegal." she was grasping at straws.

"So is prostiution" his words burned into her.

"I'm not a prostitute" she whispered back.

"That's right" Greg told her. "You're just a needy little whore."

Gayle's other hand shot up and the sound of a slap filled the livig room.

"How dare you." Gayle gasped. "I am your mother."

There was a blaze in Greg's eyes as he spoke. "You may be a whore" he said through gritting teeth. His hand shot out and under the short hem of her skirt, his fist quickly balling the front of her still wet panties.

"But you're MY fucking whore" with a hard jerk Gayle felt her hips pulled forward.

She could only gasp as the sound of shredding cloth suddenly filled the living room, then she stared down at her destroyed panties in her sons' grip.

"Greg, what are you...oh fuckkkkkkk" Gayle gurgled as her son rammed his hand back under her shirt, this time two fat fingers driving straight up into her wet sex.

"Can't...my son...oh God no..." she tried to protest.

"And you're my mother...so I damn well can." Greg began to pump his fingers up into his mother.

"Stop...please..." Gayle whimpered; eve as her hands hung limp at her side in surrender. "Wrong...oh God." She shuddered as the pleasure quickly mounted.

Gayle felt her tank top jerked up until her heavy breasts swung free. Then the sudden sensation of skin on skin as her son pressed his bare chest against her trapped body. Bare, oh fuck when did he take his shirt off her mind tried to rationalize.

"You don't get it do you mom" Greg's hot voice filled her ear. There was no anger in it now, only a sense of longing. "I LOVE you" his words sent a shudder through her.

Soft kisses began to rain down from her neck. "Love you...want you...need you..." his voice drifted up to her.

"Greg...Greg..." Gayle tried to fight the rising heat in her belly. "I'm your mother baby" she gasped. Suddenly she was staring into her sons' eyes.

"Not any more" he said softly. "Now you're my friend, my lover...my life companion." He told her. Gayle could see the hunger in his eyes.

The two times Greg had taken care of her needs, she had shielded herself from looking at him. Now, pinned against the couch, she could see the hunger and need in her son, the same that raged through her own belly.

Gayle opened her mouth to try one last time to tell her son that what they were doing was wrong when his head dropped down and his hot mouth enveloped her rock hard nipple.

"GREEEGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG" Gayle wailed as her orgasm tore through her without warning.

It was the orgasm she had needed when she had left the house hours ago. The one she never found in that dirty bathroom as two strangers filled her with their hot cum.

It was the mind bending one that caused her head to tilt back, her back arching. Fluids began gushing from between her spread thighs to soak Greg's probing fingers then drip to the floor between her feet.

Even as her body shook and convulsed with pleasure, she realized that this time was different. This time there was no cloudy mind, no mania that she could blame this on. She knew she would regret this tomorrow, but God this felt so right. Gayle groaned as the hot mouth left her breast at the same moment those wonderful fingers pulled free of her rippling walls. She gave no resistance as her son tuned her body until she faced the back of the couch.

As her son pressed his now nude body behind hers, she tried to remember him undressing. It was no use, her body and mind only knew one thing, God her son was hard...hard for HER.

"Two hard dicks and you're still in need, aren't you mom." Greg's voice filled her ear. Oh God was he going to? Her mind tried to grasp the thought.

"Greg...please...so wrong..." she muttered as she felt her son bending her slowly over the back of the couch. She shuddered as she felt the fat head of his cock press against her soaked lips.

Gayle tensed, waiting for that penetration that would fill her so completely, but it didn't come. Greg held the position, just teasing her.

"Yes it is" her sons' voice captured her again. "It's wrong...it's incest." The word burned into Gayle's brain. "And I don't care" he hissed. "I want you mom...I need you, do you understand."

Gayle's hands gripped the cloth of the couch, she wanted to shove her ass back, impale herself on her son, but his words kept her motionless.

"You think this is all about you" he told her. "What about me? What I want?" she tried to process his words.

Gayle's eyes grew wide as the emotions flooded out of her son. Over a month of frustration and confusion poured out of her son. For the first time Greg knew what he felt.

"I haven't wanted another woman" his voice hissed softly. "I want YOU" he said. "I know we shouldn't...but I don't care anymore. What I do care about is what you want."

"So either I pack this in and go home...both of us unsatisfied" she could feel him ease the pressure off her swollen lips. "Or I fuck you so senseless." Once again he eased forward, so close to entering her she almost screamed. "Choose mom." He compelled her.

Gayle looked over at her shoulder, this time there was no image of her late husband in her eyes, only the image of Greg standing behind her. The hunger and love filling his eyes surprised her. She had reached the apex, either she went back to who she was, or launched forward to who she could be.

Gayle reached back and laid one hand on her sons' bare chest, she could feel his heart hammering through his chest. God he wanted this, she realized. She looked over the curve of her ass at the steel hard shaft aimed at her, she had done that to him. Not some strange woman in a bar, but his mother. She suddenly realized she wanted this; ot eeded...WANTED.

No matter how wrong it might be, she only knew one thing. "Fuck me" she whispered to him. "I may be going to hell" she said "but I'll do it riding your cock." Her voice was strangled.

Gayle watched her sons' face as he pushed forward. The wet slurp of his head slipping inside her tight tunnel was matched by the look of sheer pleasure that swept over his face.

"That's it baby" she moaned. "Every fucking inch." She tried to tell him as her walls stretched to fit his girth. Fuck he was big, she dimly realized.

"My mother...love you." Greg grunted as his hips pushed more. His own mind went into overdrive as her velvet heat wrapped around his cock. "Need you" he sighed as the last of his length slid deep inside her wet pussy. She felt his hips come to rest against the cheeks of her ass.

Gayle could feel his steel hard rod pulsing along her walls. She did this to him, not some two bit hussy, but his own mother made him this hard. It filled her with a sense of wonder that Greg wanted her as much as she wanted him.

When he held still inside her, she felt that familiar ache deep in her belly. Her nails dug into the pectoral muscles of his broad chest. "I said fuck me baby" she half growled. "Fuck your sick, perverted mother like the whore she is."

Greg pulled back until only the head rested between her swollen lips, then slammed back into her. He groaned as her walls rippled around him.

"Fuuccckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk" Gayle screamed as her son forced his cock deep inside her.

Gayle let both arms drop to the couch where she gripped the back with both hands, trying to hold herself upright. It was no use as the power of her sons' thrust forced her to bend forward even more. Jesus, he's mounting me like a bull, she thought.

"Never again" Greg suddenly growled as his hands gripped her hips.

Gayle felt like a freight train as driving up inside her as he picked up speed. His cock hammering her insides with every blow, she felt his weight bear down on her from behind, his chest pressing into her sweat slick back.

"Do you hear me mother?" his voice echoed in her ear.

"No bars" suddenly he slammed his weight into her, driving his cock deeper.

"No streets" his hips slapping her ass with raw force, making her tits shake while her ass stung with each thrust.

"Never...AGAIN" he rammed hard into his mother, his weight grinding her pelvis into the couch.

"Greeegggggggggggggggggg" Gayle wailed as her son fucked her like some primal animal.

This was no longer for her sanity; no, this was about HIM she realized. He was claiming her for his own and he wanted her to know she now belonged to him.

"Greg...Oh God Greg..." Gayle gurgled in surrender. She knew then that her broken heart, her warped mind, and every fiber in her body belonged to this man; just like it had to his father before him.

"The only cum that will EVER fill you again" Gayle dimly heard him. "Is MINE"

"NAAAGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" Gayle screamed as his thick cockhead rammed against the spongy surface of her cervix. Just as the bolt hit her belly, she felt the first explosion of his seed deep inside her.

She felt her toes begin to curl, sparks exploding behind her eyes as a tremendous orgasm roared down on her. The first two rounds with Greg had only been a prelude to this moment as she happily took his jetting cream into her womb.

Gayle hung over the back of the couch as she felt blast after blast fill her belly. Whimpers came from her open mouth as she felt her own spit drip down her chin. Her belly flexed as hot cream poured out of her own body, coating her thighs in her pleasure.

"Greggg" Gayle whispered as the darkness seeped over her.

Pulling his drenched cock from his mothers' still spasming hole, Greg reached down and lifted her limp body in his arms. He could feel their mixed juices seeping out of her and drip down his arm as he cradled her, walking slowly up the stairs and down the hall towards her bedroom.