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 Title: Manic Mom
Summary: Moms bipolar disorder leads to intervention by her son.   
Keywords: inc,fic,hot,erotic



   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.

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