Chapitre 1500: MANIC MOM
Greg Fulton finished signing the paperwork, and then slid the small stack along with a check under the slot below the small glass window. The young woman sitting behind the glass checked the signature and the amount on the check, and then silently picked up a small telephone. She spoke softly and then hung up without acknowledging anything further from Greg.
With a sigh the twenty-four year old returned to a small seat and waited. He looked up when in a few minutes a police officer exited, escorting a middle-aged woman out. Rising, Greg waited as the officer handed a bag to the woman; who retrieved her small handbag, keys and other personals from the bag.
The woman's blonde head came up and her eyes met Greg. There was a sad recognition in them as the two stared at each other. Silently, Greg led the pair out of the police station to his waiting car.
Greg opened the passenger door and watched as the older woman slid into the seat. He couldn't help but look at the tanned long legs that slid into view as her skirt hiked up. Certainly dressed for it, he thought as he circled the car and slid into the driver's seat.
"Where's your car?" Greg's voice broke the heavy silence in the car.
"The parking lot on Fuller" the woman answered softly.
Greg nodded and headed out of the station parking lot and down the street. The dashboard clock showed a little after one in the morning as Greg drove through the all but empty streets, neither looked at each other through the silent drive.
Pulling into the parking lot on Fuller Avenue, Greg found the small red Focus parked along the side of the street edge. At least she parked near a street light he thought. Pulling up behind the car Greg slipped into park and sat.
"We need to talk about this." Greg said just as the woman reached for the handle of the car door.
"I...can't" the mature blonde choked out.
Turning in his seat, Greg looked at the woman sitting next to him. To say she was stunning was an understatement; even he had to admit that. Her blonde hair fell down in curls to her shoulders, framing bright hazel eyes that brimmed on the edge of tears. A small sob caused her chest to sharply rise and fall, Greg watched as her full breasts pressed out against the think silk blouse she wore, highlighting the curve as her nipples made small protrusions in the thin cloth.
Her legs, God he could go on for hours about those long tanned legs, the firm thighs. The idea of having them wrapped around his waist briefly flashed through his mind, but he rapidly pushed the thought aside.
"Look" he said softly. "Once I was willing to not push; but this is the second time. I just want to know why" he said to her.
"Please...don't" the older woman almost begged.
"I would say tomorrow, but I think we need to take this head on." Greg cut her off. "I'll follow you home."
Her head dropping in resignation, the woman nodded silently and then slipped from the car. She stood for a moment sorting her keys and then reached to close the car door.
"Hey" Greg's voice stopped her. The woman turned and bent to look in the car. "I love you...mom"
"Love you too baby" the older woman whispered, then turned and walked to her car as Greg watched silently. Two visions competed in his brain at that moment; one was the swish of her tight ass in the short skirt she wore, and the stunning view of cleavage that had greeted his eyes when she had bent into the car.
Almost an hour later Greg sat on the couch in a luxuriously appointed living room and watched as his mother slid behind a wet bar, reaching for a bottle of wine.
"I'll take a scotch" he told her. He could see her breasts sway in the thin blouse she wore, confirming what he had seen earlier in the car; no bra he thought.
Greg watched his mother silently. Gayle Fulton was like every man's wet dream. High school homecoming queen, model in her younger years; she had stayed trim and fit through hours in her home gym every day. She had married what most would consider a nerd in her school inner circle, but the marriage had been made in heaven for the pair.
After the birth of their daughter Ellen, and then not quite two years later their son Greg; the Fulton's had survived the economic crash of 2008 by shrewd investments and Greg's father knowing the future would change. He had bought up small pieces of bankrupt property, that as the economy rebounded ten years later, came to be worth a hundred times what he had invested.
All the dreams had almost come to a crashing end six months ago, when Greg's father; Tony Fulton, loving husband and father, workaholic, driven; had suffered a massive stroke at the age of 45.
The loss had all but devastated the Fulton family, but Greg had thought they were slowly recovering. Now this new wrinkle had appeared.
"Sit down" he told his mother as he watched her pace the living room floor. "Please" he softly said to her.
Gayle Fulton couldn't even look into her sons' eyes as she slid on the couch next to him. How could she even begin to explain the turmoil raging inside her tortured body?
Greg took a sip of his scotch, feeling the light burn down his throat as he tried to clear his mind.
"Let's start at the beginning" he finally spoke. "This is the second time mom, it's bad enough I have to get you out on bail, but Jesus Christ...prostitution." He said.
"I wasn't prostituting" Gayle answered sharply.
"Then what the hell was it?" Greg asked astonished.
"I just needed..." his mother hesitated. She looked up at her son "I wasn't going to charge" she almost sobbed. "I just needed..."
"What? Greg asked. "To get laid, is that it mom?" he asked.
"Greg, please" Gayle cried.
"Look mom, I'm just trying to understand. I want to help, OK" Greg softened his voice.
"You can't help with this" Gayle said sadly.
"So you want sex, you're a vibrant woman. Find a guy and quietly have sex then" Greg told his mother.
"I don't want sex" For the first time Greg heard anger in his mothers' voice. She glared at him. "I don't want another man, no one can replace your father." Her voice started to climb.
"I'm confused; I thought you just said you wanted sex." Greg watched his mother.
"NO!" Gayle rose sharply from the couch. "I never said I wanted sex" she stared down at her son. "I said I needed sex."
Greg stared in astonishment as his mother began pacing back and forth only feet from him. She gestured wildly as she spoke, her breasts swaying freely in her thin blouse, her tanned legs staring back into the young man's eyes as his mother ranted for the first time in his life.
"Need, don't you understand. Need...need...need." Gayle almost shouted. "I don't want mush lovey shit" she flung her arms out. "I need to be fucked OK" she turned on her son.
"FUCKED, do you understand" she said hoarsely.
"Pounded...banged...screwed, whatever you want to call it." Her sharp breathing was causing her breasts to heave, and Greg could see her rock hard nipples pressing against the fabric of her silk blouse.
His mother turned on her heels and Greg could only sit in silence as he watched her firm ass sway as she strode from the room. He sat in stunned silence at the outburst, and just when he thought he might as well call it a night and head home, his mother came back into the living room.
Gayle walked over to her son and held out her hand. Greg saw the small pill bottle in her hand, reaching out he took the bottle and tried to read the name of the drug.
"It's an antidepressant" Gayle said, her voice soft again.
"You have depression?" Greg looked up at his mother in surprise.
Gayle knew all of this was new to her son. She and her husband had kept their medical issues mostly to themselves, especially this one issue.
"No...well kind of" Gayle half smiled. "It's called bipolar disorder."
Greg's mind whirled. He knew what bipolar meant. People who went between manic and depression. They would be cleaning the house at two in the morning during their high points, to not being able to get out of bed from their low points.
"OK" Greg finally replied quietly. "What does this have to do with..." he looked at his mother.
Gayle sighed as she slid onto the couch. She rested a hand on her sons' knee as she finally spoke of the secret she had hidden his entire life.
"Depression is only half the disorder" she stared at her hand. "When I have those episodes, that medicine helps...a lot." She looked up into her son's eyes. "During the more active times" she half smiled "a person tends to focus on one thing, almost like a compulsion."
"Yeah I've read" Greg said. "Some people drive, some clean their house; things like that."
"Yes" Gayle nodded. "Well, I focus on...I need..." she couldn't look at her son; her eyes now focused on her hand resting on his thigh.
"You need sex" an astonished Greg whispered. He could only watch his mother nod her agreement. Then, a thought hit him. "Then dad would..." he gasped.
"Yessssssssssssss" Gayle almost hissed. "Your father was a gift from heaven" she whispered wistfully. "God he had the sex drive of an animal, and his cock...Oh my God" she almost groaned.
"When we were still dating, I had a manic spell, I called your father at three in the morning" she smiled staring off as she remembered. "He came over to my parents, slipped inside; and that man fucked my brains out for almost two hours. I knew he was the one for me" she sighed.
"But dad's...gone" Greg whispered.
"Yes" Gayle gave a strangled reply. "Most of the last six months have been in grief. But, it finally caught up to me. I thought I could handle it, but I couldn't" her pleading eyes looked up at Greg.
"I'm so sorry baby" she whispered. "I thought...if I could just find a quick...Oh God" she moaned.
Everything clicked in Greg's mind at that moment. This stunningly beautiful woman, the rock of his young life, was being ravaged inside by a hunger she couldn't control. She had only needed sex, not love, just pure sex.
Greg's eyes fell to his mothers' thin blouse, following the outline of her still rock hard nipples in the thin cloth. No, he realized she didn't need then; she needs now the shock hit him. The tirade, the pacing, his mother was still in the middle of her manic stage, and would remain stuck there until she...oh shit he thought. He could feel a sudden surge of blood begin to fill his cock.
Reaching out he took a swallow of his drink, then handed his mother the empty glass. "Get me another scotch" he told her.
Gayle rose and headed for the wet bar, her still frazzled mind not registering as her son rose and followed her. It wasn't until she had set the empty glass down that she registered the form standing directly behind her.
"Greg, what are you..." Her voice cut off as Greg reached around her smaller frame and blatantly took a fist full of her swaying breasts in each hand.
Her son didn't say a word as he began to maul at her hanging breasts. She felt one; two and three of the buttons on her blouse give as he pulled the cloth away.
"You can't...we can't..." she gasped as his hands found her bare flesh. "OH shitttttt" she moaned as he roughly pinched at her throbbing nipples.
Gayle could feel the hunger in her belly, but she also knew how terribly wrong this was. She wanted to tell Greg to stop, but all that came out was a gurgle as her son man handled her tits.
Gayle gave a startled squeal when she felt Greg push her upper body against the cool counter of the wet bar. He pressed his body into hers, molding to the cheeks of her ass. Her eyes snapped open as she felt the size of the bulge that seemed to fill the entire cleft between her ass cheeks.
Her late husband had been pretty well endowed for most men at a little over nine inches, but what pressed into her quivering ass felt even bigger than that. The fact her son was rock hard sent a shock wave through the mature mother, at the same time she felt an unwanted gush of fluids flood her panties.
Suddenly, she felt the cool air of the living room wash over both her cheeks as Greg deftly flipped the cloth up and over her ass and out of the way.
"Greg...Greg..." she tried to moan.
In the gap between their now separated bodies, Gayle felt her son tangle his fingers in the string of her thong right where it exited the crack of her ass.
"You shouldn't...Oh God..." Gayle groaned. God, when did can't become shouldn't, she dimly thought.
Her lower body gave a slight lurch as she felt her son swiftly jerk on the small string in his hand. She felt the string give in his strong grip, and the small patch of cloth covering her drenched pussy slip free and fall to the floor between her straddled feet.
"You wouldn't...your mother..." Gayle gasped.
Greg knew what his mother needed, what her body demanded. Not compassion or love, no she needed raw and rutting sex. For years he had lusted after his mother, the butt of so many MILF jokes from all his friends while he watched the hottest woman he had ever seen walk by him in tight shorts and skimpy swimsuits.
He thought briefly of saying something, anything to his mother. Instead, he only gave a grunt as he shoved his hips forward.
Gayle's eyes snapped wide open as she felt the engorged head of her sons' raging hard cock drive between her swollen lips. When had he stripped...how? She wondered. In that split second, she felt inch after inch of steel hard thick cock begin to drive up into her.
"Aaaarrghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" Gayle screamed as she felt her belly almost split in half around her son's huge cock. Her entire body convulsed as hot juices squirted out around his invading cock, coating her thighs and dripping to the floor between her feet.
Greg watched in wonder as his mother banged her fists on the wet bar counter, her head thrashing side to side as her own drool dripped from the corner. He held himself still, buried to the hilt inside his mother's volcanic channel. He could feel her walls rippling around him as she shuddered through her climax. He had never in his life seen a woman cum as hard as his mother was.
For Gayle all the energy of cooking, cleaning and trying to work in the gym; all of it to no avail as the heat slumbered in her loins. It all exploded in that moment of her son ramming deep inside her needy body.
"Ngghhh...nnahhhh...Ggggrrreeegggggg" Gayle wailed. She felt her toes curling as wave after wave rolled through her. Her feet slowly rising from the floor as she left her body hanging, impaled on that huge cock buried inside her.
Greg pulled slowly back, gripping his mother by her hips. With another hot grunt he rammed back in with all his strength. The sound of his hips slapping against the cheeks of her ass echoed through the living room.
"Yeessssssssssssssss" Gayle screamed out. "Fuck me...fuck me...fuck meeeeeeeeeeeeeee" she begged this man behind her. The fact he was her son had been burned out by the fires of her first orgasm. Now, she only felt the wonderful fat cock driving in and out of her.
As Greg's hips pounded into her, she could hear his soft grunts behind her. The fact he never spoke gave her that perverted sense this wasn't her son, but some man she had found on the street to satisfy the mania that was tearing her up.
Greg was shocked as he felt even more cream pumping out his mother. Jesus, she had to be rolling from orgasm to another as all the energy of her body poured into the act of having sex. He could feel the mounting tightness in his balls as he approached his own climax. He hadn't thought this far ahead, only to what his mother needed. He hadn't thought of how this would end, where would he cum? he thought.
Gayle felt her son pulse deep inside her. Years of being with his father told her what was happening behind her. She clenched her walls around his thick shaft trying to milk that hot cream out of him, she could feel his huge head swell even more as her son prepared to cum.
"Inside...inside...Dear God please..." Gayle grated
Permission granted; Greg rammed every inch he had deep into his mother as he felt his balls release. He could feel the tip of his cock press against the spongy surface of her cervix as he felt his seed rocket the length of his cock.
Gayle heard him roaring his release behind her like some feral animal. She felt the first heat fill her belly as his thick rope pumped into her. She opened her mouth to scream again, but all that came out was whimpers and gurgles as her most intense orgasm ever roared through her.
Greg looked down at the sound as his mother banged her forehead against the cool counter as her body erupted. He was afraid she would hurt herself as her body finally released itself; but as he felt first one, and then two and three thick ropes pump into her, he let he felt her begin to relax in his grip.
For Gayle, she barely felt the impact against the cool wood with her head as it felt like a river of cum flowed into her. As the hot cream filled her, she felt all the pent up energy of the day draining from her exhausted body. She could feel that seeping darkness creep into her brain. Like the first night in her parents' house with her husband to be, she felt that wonderful relief flood through her; a dim part of her mind stunned that this time it was her son who had accomplished the impossible.
Greg felt his mother slowly start to sink in his grasp. He slowly eased her now limp body downward, feeling her clutching walls release his softening cock with an obscene sucking sound. As he eased her to the floor beside the wet bar, he quickly checked her pulse and breathing. No, she seemed fine; she had simply passed out from the intensity of her release. As he rose back to his feet he stared down at the half nude woman sleeping quietly before him, his own hot seed was oozing from between her red ravaged cunt lips.
Greg reached over and scribbled a note on one of the napkins on the wet bar, and then dropped the pen beside it. Picking up his discarded jeans, he redressed and headed for the front door. While one part of his mind wanted to awaken his mother and make sure she was all right, his common sense on what had just happened told him this was what she needed. To simply be ravaged, and then left was her true desire.
It was what she had sought on that street corner when she propositioned the undercover police officer, he realized.
Gayle slowly roused and pulled herself to her wobbly feet, holding onto the wet bar. Oh God, she thought, how do I face him? She was stunned when her eyes swept across the empty living room. Dear God, he had just fucked her and then left; she realized.
As she bent to retrieve her torn thong, she saw the scrawl on the napkin on the counter.
Next time call me.
Gayle crumpled up the napkin and quickly threw it into the garbage can. God, how could she, her mind screamed. That had been her own son who had just taken advantage of her. Or had he? She wondered. Or had he simply given her what she had so desperately needed.
No, she thought. This can't happen again. Even as she took her sore and tired body up the stairs to her bedroom, she vowed to herself she would control the mania that this could never be allowed to happen again.
For almost two weeks, it was as if nothing had happened between them. Greg came by to mow his mothers' lawn, and even repair a broken garbage disposal. No word was ever spoken on that night, not by either of them. Greg began to wonder sometimes if it had been a dream, or if it had really happened.
Saturday evening Greg had finished dinner and was cleaning the few dishes when his cell phone rang.
"Hello" he said. He could hear light panting and the sound of some kind of whirring machine over the telephone.
"I need...Oh God help me" he heard his mother pant into the phone.
It was the treadmill he was hearing, he realized. His mother was trying desperately to burn energy by exercising. He smiled into the phone, knowing the treadmill was the wrong kind of exercise his mother needed."I'll be over" he said calmly. "Naked, on your back on the weight bench." He added. Without waiting for an answer he hung up and reached for his car keys.
As Greg descended the stairs to the basement of his mother's house, he could hear the radio softly playing jazz in the background. Rounding the hallway corner and stepping into the small exercise room his parents had built, his eyes too in the view.
Gayle had moved the weight bench to the center of the room and removed all the weights. Sprawled out on her back each leg rested on the floor on each side of the narrow bench. He watched as her full breasts rose and fell with her ragged breathing, then drifted down over the small pooch of her mature belly. The last time he hadn't taken the time to notice, but now he could see the well-trimmed landing strip that led to her dripping sex.
"Please...Greg please..." his mother softly begged while staring at the ceiling.
Without a word, Greg swiftly undressed and then stepped to the weight bench. While he fully intended to fuck the living shit out of this woman, this time he wanted to enjoy it.
Gayle hadn't been able to look at her son as she lay offering herself to him. The humiliation had been just too much. So, it came as a shock when she suddenly felt his head mash between her thighs, and his hot tongue drive between her engorged lips.
"Oh Jesus...oh fuck YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS" Gayle screamed as her body convulsed. Her ass rose off the bench, jamming her pelvic bone into her sons face as her hands shot down, fingers tangling in his hair as she viciously jerked his head forward, ramming the bridge of his nose against her clit.
Greg didn't give his mother a single reprieve as he opened his mouth and sucked her clit in deep, his teeth grazing the hard bud. The mania coupled with the sudden stimulation caused his mothers' tongue to loosen like a shore bound sailor.
"Oh you ever loving BASTARD." Gayle screamed. "Suck my cunt baby, suck mommies wet CUNT." The filth poured out of her mouth.
Greg was astonished as the prim and proper woman he knew as his mother, devolved rapidly into a whore before his eyes. He knew some of it was the mania, he also knew the manic episodes often manifested in repressed desires. He found it interesting that sex was his mothers' repressed desire. It was probably a product of her strict upbringing as a child, he thought. Whatever the reason, the young man intended to enjoy every last second of it.
Gayle shook as her son devoured her aching sex. Only her husband had ever been able to bring her to the heights she was rapidly approaching. Bringing her legs up, she drummed her heels on his bare back as she felt the knot in her belly tightening.
"Eat me...oh fuck eat your mother" she cried as her ass cheeks clenched. "Make me cum you motherfuckerrrrrrrrrrrrrrr" she screamed again.
"Oh shit...baby...I am going to...arrghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" Gayle wailed as her body erupted.
Greg felt hot juices coat his face as his mother gushed out her pleasure. His hands gripped her bouncing hips, holding her onto the bench or she would have flopped off.
Gayle whimpered and moaned as a second wave rolled right on top of the first. Greg was still attacking her clit as her belly flexed with each wave. Jesus, if he can do this with his mouth, what can he do with his cock? She wondered dimly.
Pulling his face away, Greg let his mothers' ass settle back onto the bench, her legs falling to hang limply to each side again. He stared at the soaked lips of her pussy as they parted in invitation.
"So fucking good," Gayle gasped while the aftershocks rippled through her body. "My own son...oh God..." she moaned. Her entire world was centered on the ripples pulsing through her walls, her eyes unfocused staring at the ceiling; she didn't register the shift in her son between her thighs, until she suddenly felt the swollen head of his cock press at her opening.
"Greg?" she moaned as her son loomed over her sprawled body. It was the only word she got out before she heard her son give a thick grunt, and then shove the entire length of his cock into her dripping cunt.
"AAAAAiiieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee" Gayle screamed as Greg took her body. Her pelvis washed in a hot burning sensation as his thick cock tore through her, her walls desperate to stretch to fit him.
Pain mixed with shame rattled her to her core as the most wonderful sense of fullness sank deep into her belly.
"Fuck me...Oh my God my son is fucking meeeeeeeeeeeeeee" Gayle groaned. "Fuck your whore mommy" she begged her son.
Greg reached down and grabbed a fist full of tit flesh in each hand, using the swaying globes like handles as he began to power his hips into her. He couldn't believe how hot this was making him. Not speaking, just taking his mother like some common street whore was driving him insane.
Greg knew he wouldn't last long in this position, so he increased the speed of his thrusts until his pelvis was slapping against hers. He looked down between their bodies and watched as his cum slick cock slammed into his mother again and again.
Gayle could feel the already thick shaft of his cock enlarging, swelling inside her. She knew what was about to happen and desperately wanted it. Reaching up, she dragged her nails down his bare chest.
Gayle shuddered as she felt one and then two blasts of hot cream flood into her. Stunned she realized Greg wasn't even slowing as he came. She could only give out a gurgling sound as her mania slammed headlong into the wall of her release.
Greg felt his mother go limp under him as her body finally found rest from her driven mind. His job completed, he slid his still spasming cock from her tight walls, the last of his seed spewing onto her flexing belly as he came free.
Slowly rising to his feet, he wanted to say something; anything that would ease the guilt that would fill her brain; but he knew better. Silently he gathered up his clothing, slipping back into his jeans and shirt.
He turned back and stared for a moment at the obscene view. His mother lay sprawled on her back on the weight bench, a thick glob of his cum oozing from between her parted pussy lips, while the remainder of his hot seed dried on her belly.
Blowing her a silent kiss, the young man quietly left the room and headed back to his car. It could be worse, he thought, at least this time he wasn't bailing her out of some police station for prostitution.
It took a few minutes for Gayle's eyes to flutter open. Sliding off the bench onto wobbly legs, she stared down at the puddle of white cream that coated the bench. She shook her head as she half staggered through the house to her bedroom, slipping between the sheets.
Gayle softly touched the empty pillow next to hers. "I'm so sorry" she whispered to her husband's memory. Yet, at the same time, she felt sleep seep into a body clear of her mania. Her son had 'performed' perfectly for what she had needed.
A single tear trickled down the mature mothers' cheek in the dark room. How does she explain to her son that now her want was at war with her need. How does she say that her needs had been met, but her wants were growing stronger? That what she wanted, was him.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.Gayle startled back just as her son eased her onto the bed. God, he had just fucked her unconscious, she was shocked to realize. Her eyes traveled over his chiseled body, growing wide at the sight of his still rampant cock standing straight out from his groin.
"God, you're still hard" she whispered.
Gayle glanced around, noticing where she was for the first time. Through everything, she had managed to keep her hunger separate from this room. Her bedroom had been her one haven, here she had cherished the memories of the one man who had satisfied that burning inside her.
"Please baby...not here..." she tried to move her weakened body off the bed. She felt the weight on the mattress shift as Greg crawled on beside her.
Turning back to her son, her eyes grew wide as she saw the cylinder gripped I his hand. Oh God, she trembled, he wouldn't; not here on her marital bed.
"Please...no...Greg..." she whispered.
Her son only ignored her words, as he pulled her legs further apart. Still exhausted from the pounding in the living room, Gayle feebly tried to resist as she felt her sex now totally exposed to him.
"Greg,what...Oh Godddddddd" she moaned as she felt the cool metal slide between her et lips and deeper into her belly.
"You know, I think I finally figured it out" Greg's voice was almost calm as he began to pump the fake cock in and out of his mother. "You're not bipolar" he jammed the cylinder deeper. "you're not even a whore or slut" he pulled back dragging the length of the vibrator along her pulsing clit.
"You're a fucking nymphomaniac" her son leaned down ad whispered I her ear.
Gayle felt her son twist his wrist between her thighs, suddenly the vibrator roared to life buried inside her. The vibrations bounced off her vaginal walls, tearing a path through her womb and spreading out to her entire body.
Greg watched as her orgasm rolled through his mother. He jerked the vibrator out with a hot sucking sound and jammed the vibrating tip hard into her throbbing clit.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHH" Gayle wailed; her feet planting o the bed as her ass shot straight in the air. Greg watched in wonder as her juices erupted out to spray across his hand ad arm.
"That's it, cum you nympho mommy" his voice cracking with lust. "Cum for your son."
"OH Jesus...Oh Fuck..." Gayle cried out as a second wave rolled through her belly. "Mommy is cummmmig babbyyyyyy" she warbled.
Feeling the after-shocks ripple through her, Gayle flopped back onto the bed. Tremors were running through her body as she felt her cream leaking down the crack of her ass.
Greg knelt beside his mother's shaking body, wondering how close to the truth he had really been. Suddenly, his mothers' hand shot out between his thighs, her slender fingers wrapping around his balls as they hung heavy under him.
"Mom..." Greg gave a strangled choke as he felt her grip tightening on his nut sack.
"Bastard" Gayle hissed. Greg looked down at her face, a mask of lust ad rage burning in her eyes. "Mother...fucking...BASTARD..." she growled as her grip tightened.
"OH shit" Greg gasped as the pain in his balls grew. "Mom..."
"Shut up" Gayle spat back. "You started this" her voice low "now you are going to fucking finish it." She pulled on his scrotum; Greg slid closer to her o his knees, it was either that or she just might pull his balls right off.
"Fuck me you bastard" Gayle was lost as the lust burned inside her. "Shove that cock so far into me not one fucking drop gets out. Do you understand." She told him.
Greg looked down at his mother. Finally, he thought, she was admitting she wanted it as much as he did. "Let go." He told her softly.
Gayle relaxed her grip and withdrew her hand. She watched as her son shuffled between her legs, then lifted them until her ankles rested on his shoulders. She looked over the valley of her breasts and watched as he lined the engorged head of his cock to her gaping lips.
Looking up into Greg's eyes she saw only love and desire filling them. "Do it baby" she husked. "Own your woman."
Greg answered with an animal grunt as he slammed his body down. One long powerful thrust driving the entire length of his cock into this woman he loved. His pelvis ground against hers as he sank to the root in her in one stroke.
"God yesssssssssssssssss" Greg groaned as he felt those tight walls wrap around him again.
"Yessssssssssssssss" Gayle echoed her son, even as it felt like a log was splitting her in half. Reaching up with both hands she gripped his biceps, her nails digging into his flesh.
"Fuck me baby...fuck me" Gayle moaned as her son started pumping into her.
This time it was different; not like the two times Greg had so totally ravished her; or the living room where he had taken her almost by force. Now it was long powerful strokes that drove him in and out, the veins of his shaft grating along her pulsing clit. The curve of his head rubbed along that sweet spot at the top of her cunt, sending shivers through Gayle.
He's fucking me, God he's really fucking me; she thought. The sound of wet sucking filled the room as her so made love to every inch of her body. His hands kept gripping her swaying breasts while his thumb and fingers tweaked her nipples.
Gayle could feel the knot in her belly slowly growing with every thrust; looking up at Greg his chest glistened with sweat and she could see in his eyes he was climbing that mountain with her every step of the way.
"Why?" Gayle gasped, the last vestiage of reluctance flickering.
"Because I love you." For the first time today her son smiled down at her. "I want you more than any other woman, and now you are mine." He said softly.
Gayle's legs slid down from his shoulders and automatically wrapped around his waist, locking her ankles to hold him into her. His pace began to increase as he drove his hips down into her.
"You're going to make me cum." Gayle croaked as her belly tightened more.
"I know" Greg said simply.
"With me...please." Gayle Fulton felt the last resistance fade as she accepted her new lover.
Greg lowered his full weight down onto his mother, wrapping her in his arms. Her breasts pressed against his broad chest as their sweat slick bodies molded together.
"Take my seed mom" Greg grunted in her ear. "Take your sons' hot baby batter" his hot breath against her neck.
Gayle's eyes popped open at his words. There it was again, something he had said before. Baby seed, her mind tried to process the words, but it was already too late. She opened her mouth to ask, but felt like she was standing on a beach watching a tidal wave slowly come ashore; as her orgasm flowed over her.
"Oh God...oh God...cumminnnggggggggggggggggggg" she moaned as her body convulsed.
Just as her body spasmed, sending the first flood of her hot juices out to leak around his buried cock, soaking the sheet under them; she felt his cock pulse inside her, refilling her channel with his scalding hot cum.
"Give...yessssssss...Greggggggg" Gayle moaned.
"Mom...oh fuck..." Greg grunted above her.
After over six months of loneliness, Gayle felt complete again. This was what her body was meant for, and all those aimless encounters dimmed to memory as she reached up to hold her sons' face, turning it so they stared into each others eyes.
"You know this is illegal?" she asked him.
"I don't care" Greg lightly kissed her lips, as his cock gave another pulse inside her.
"Then..." Gayle took a deep breath, as she felt his still hard cock throb inside her. "Fuck me baby, because you now own me. For better or worse, through sickness and in health" Gayle whispered the words that burned out the last of her resistance.
Greg's face burned with a new light as he looked down at his mother. "All of you, unconditionally?" he asked.
"Yes" Gayle whispered.
Before she could react, her son slid his thick cock from her still spasming belly. She moaned as she felt the gush of their mixed cum oozing out of her now gaping hole.
"What..." she gasped; but Greg ignored his mother as he slid of the bed and purposefully walked into the master bathroom. It took only a moment before he walked out and stood by the bed, his pubic hair matted with their lust while his cock stood proud, glistening with their juices.
Gayle stared at the small bottle he held I one hand, and the small packet I the other. "Greg?" What was he doing she wondered.
Greg held out the small bottle of pills from his mothers' medicine cabinet. "This is bullshit" he half growled. "These stop now, understand." He told his mother. "You're no more bipolar than I am" he looked at Gayle. "You just need sex...good...hard...pounding sex." He emphasized each word.
"That's my job now" Greg said firmly. "And what the fuck is this?" he held up the packet of small pills.
Gayle shuddered as she realized he was holding her birth control packet. "I wanted to protect myself" she tried to tell him.
"This is what I think of that" Greg leaned down and dropped the packet into the small garbage ca beside the night stand.
Gayle was stunned "Baby...do you know...I can still get..." she stuttered as Greg crawled back onto the bed.
"I know exactly what they are for" he softly hissed down at his mother, "and this is what your new man thinks of THAT."
With a lunge Greg slammed his body down onto his mother, the full length of his cock ramming deep into her belly. Before she could even process what was happening, Greg began to pound down into her with total abandon.
"SHITTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT" Gayle's scream echoed off the bedroom walls.
"Greg...oh fuck...Greg...oh God YESSSSS" Gayle wailed.
Her belly had quieted down during their brief exchange, now exploding with fire as Greg pumped into her. In a matter of only moment her son had gone from beautiful lover to a total animal ravishing her. Gayle felt her whole body rocket straight towards heave.
"Motherfucker...motherfucker..." Gayle chanted to every blow. The pain of his pelvis slamming into hers mixed with the waves of pleasure as his cock probed deeper than she had ever felt.
"Fuck that tight cunt." Greg grunted. Sweat glistened on his forehead as he hammered down with all his strength
"Fuck me...oh God baby...fuck MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE" Gayle screamed. Her hands shot down and gripped the firm cheeks of her sons' ass, nails digging into his flesh until she swore she felt blood, trying desperately to pull him even deeper into her.
She couldn't believe he had already cum how many times? God two or three...she had lost count. He was pounding into her like they hadn't had sex in a week. She looked at his face, watching him grimace as he got closer. She could feel his cock swelling inside her belly.
"Are you going to breed your momma" she moaned. "Put that sweet baby seed in my belly?"
"I'm going to fuck you every single day" Greg panted. "Until that belly swells with our lust. Then, I'm going to put you on your hands and knees and fuck that tight ass."
"Oh my Godddddddd" Gayle moaned as her belly began to knot again.
"I'm going to watch you drink me...watch my cum drip out of BOTH holes." His words seared at her.
"Oh fuck...I'm cumming" Gayle gasped as her body wrenched. "Cum with me...cum in your mother." She whined.
As she felt his seed depositing deep inside her, Gayle knew she would never refuse her son anything ever again. He was the perfect cure for her; whether they called it bipolar, or nymphomania, or just plain incest.
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