Over the next two and a half weeks or so, I spent time trying to research everything I could about personality disorders. Most of what I found basically said what Dad had already told me. That they originated when someone developed a behavior, or had a mental trauma they didn't want to face. I could buy into that I guess. For mom and Myra, that meant their sexual craving was what caused the creation of their alter ego.
The question that stumped me was why the huge surge in their libido. The only answers evenly remotely made sense had to do with testosterone and estrogen levels. Dad had said their 'episodes' occurred once every three or four weeks, which would tie into their cycles.
If that was true, we were due for another round almost any day. If what I had read was correct, just when a woman gets ready to ovulate, her ovaries release a blast of testosterone, which is why sex during ovulation was so intense for so many women.
Sure as shit, Wednesday of week three the phone rang, it was dad. "It's show time junior" my dad told me. "Get your ass over here."
As I pulled into the driveway Myra/Tyra was already getting into her car, dad was standing beside his with his keys in hand.
"Thank God" dad said. "I didn't want to leave until you could watch Mona" he said.
It sounded weird to hear him call my mother by a different name, but by this time I was beginning to make the mental adjustments.
"Get going Dad" I said, as I headed for the front door. "I'll wait for mom."
I watched as Dad pulled out of the driveway and then headed after my sister. All I could think of was good luck old man. Then, I turned back to the house almost bowled over as mom came through the front door.
I thought last time her outfit was to kill, god this time she out did herself. She had on a tight pair of jean shorts, frayed at the legs, each cheek hanging out the back just begging to be groped. She had on an almost sheer blouse that was tied in a knot just below her swaying breasts; the amount of cleavage she was showing would wake a corpse.
As she headed for her car, I turned on my heels and back tracked to mine. As we headed down the road, I wondered what tonight was going to be like.
Unlike my sister, mom headed for the edge of town pulling into the parking lot of a dive dance bar. I noticed the run down motel sitting right next to it, bet they rent by the fucking hour, I thought.
When I entered the dark building, I had to stop and let my eyes adjust to the dim light. The first thing I noticed, was this wasn't you average dive bar. The three poles up on the dance floor gave that away quickly.
Jesus, a strip bar; I thought. No wonder mom got two guys last time. This had to be a prime hunting ground for her. I headed for the bar and got a beer, then looked around for mom. She wasn't hard to find, she was sitting at a table with a guy already, and they were close to the stage. I slipped into a booth and just sat quietly drinking, watching. I figured maybe tonight mom would take care of business herself, I would be off the hook.
It wasn't thirty minutes, and mom rose from her chair. She leaned down and whispered in the guy's ear, then headed for the back of the bar. I watched her slip into the ladies room. The guy slowly rose from his chair and headed after her.
I waited another ten minutes, and then headed to the back myself. I wanted to make sure mom was safe; dad was right, you didn't know what kind of sleaze you would find in this place.
As I slipped into the women's bathroom, the sound of slurping came clearly from the second stall.
"Come on baby...fuck my mouth." I heard a woman's voice. I knew it was mom, but like Myra there was a husky quality to it.
I realized the elevated testosterone not only drove their libido, but it altered their voices, making them deeper like a man. That answered a lot of questions right there.
I started to head back out, figuring let mom have her fun; when I heard her again.
"Come on, don't be a pussy" mom sounded angry. "FUCK my mouth"
Like Myra, her heightened libido demanded that she be man handled, mauled. It seemed like she didn't pick the right buy this time. I slipped out and back to my table. It wasn't five minutes and mom came striding out of the bathroom, a look of disgust on her face. Oh fuck, this doesn't bode well, I thought.
Sure enough, as if she were more desperate, mom made a move on a guy sitting at the table next to hers. Only this time, the woman sitting there was having nothing of it. I listened as the two started in on a heated argument. Time to intervene, I thought.
"Hey Mona...good to see you" I called as I brought my beer over to her table.
Mom's head swiveled around and she stared at me. Her eyes traveled over my body, and for a moment I felt like she was looking at a piece of prime meat.
"Good to see you" my mom husked back. "Whoever the hell you are." She said.
I slid into the chair and looked at her. "Tyra said I should drop by and say hi". I only hoped that somehow, the mother daughter connection might still hold.
The couple was quickly forgotten as a gleam came to my mother's eyes. She swiveled around and eased back into her own chair, staring at me.
"Oh did she" mom almost drawled. "Did you take care of little Tyra" my mother leaned over the table, letting her blouse drift open. I could see the dark areoles through the thin cloth, and the creamy flesh of her breasts now on display.
"It was hard...at first" I emphasized my words, staring into her eyes. "But I left her full...and dripping."
"I think you're full of shit little man" my mother husked.
I rose from my chair and leaned over my mother, my mouth right beside her ear. If she was everything dad said, this was going to take a bit of pushing.
"Oh, I'm full of it...bitch" I hissed in her ear, watching her eyes grow. "But it isn't shit I am full of." I turned and looked back at her. "If you've got the mouth for it, why don't we just retry your little episode in the stall?"
Not waiting for an answer, I walked to the back of the club again, and slipped inside the ladies room. I headed for the second stall; the exact one mom had been in before. I unbuckled my pants and lowered my zipper, waiting.
About five minutes passed, before the bathroom door opened and closed. Sure enough, the stall door opened and my hot as hell mother slipped inside.
"You have some nerve..." she started. I placed my hands on her shoulders, and shoved down hard, driving her to her knees.
"Shut up and suck bitch" I almost growled. She opened her mouth to say something; I have no idea what, because right then I shoved all eight inches of my hard cock down her throat.
"Ullkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk" I heard my own mother choke on my cock. God this was like a dream come true.
I pumped my hips, my hands gripping her short cropped hair, as my cock fucked in and out of her hot mouth. No slouch herself, mom reached up and gripped the cheeks of my ass, pulling my hips even harder into her face. Her eyes started to tear over as she sucked on my dick like a fucking hoover vacuum. Jesus, Myra had nothing on my mother when it came to sucking cock. Dad was right; this was a pro in action.
I pulled my cock free, and watched as my mother, flushed faced, gasped for breath, as her own spit dripped from her chin to the bathroom floor.
"Fuck baby, don't stop" mom gasped. "Fucking use me you bastard" she said.
