lovesick (II)

WARNING mature content ahead XD, si alguien se ofende fácilmente o tiene problemas con cosos, please don´t read :3, don´t say I didn´t warn you



Over the next few weeks, mamma Jean woke up to the same routine as she had during the first day his son took the medicine, in turn, her son seemed to become ever more lovng towards her: he would ask her to stay with him until he fell asleep, accompany her everywhere she went, clean for her, cook for her; Nevertheless, as perfect as mamma Jean found all this, she knew sooner or later Johnny would have to return to his own place, after all, he had already skipped a week of college, and only god knew how that would affect his grades. That´s why, one day, just when they were returning from a delightful picnic Johnny made for her, she told him “ma´boy, it´s been such a wonderful week, but, alas, don´t you think you should get back now? after all, your´e all but cured now, and as much as mamma loves you, it´s not right to skip class“, she´d never seen him so agitated in his whole life: when he heard what his mother had told him, Johnny started crying, screaming, trying all the time to hug his mother with both arms (something quite difficult, seeing as how Johnny was driving back from the picnic, turning his attempts on something more of a playing-with-death kind of thing rather than a loving gesture). “you don´t love me anymore!“ he screamed “you never did!, oh but mama, why?“, as he was saying this, they had arrived at mamma Jean´s home, as soon as he parked mamma´s car, Johnny got out of it, seeping off into his room without giving his mother a chance to answer. “oh dear“ thought mamma Jean, “what am I to do?“.

Up in his room, Johnny was a mess: tears rolling dow his eyes, a storm of feelings raging on inside his souls; confused, he sought the only comfort he had in that desolate state he found himself in: the medicine; that strange, intoxicating medicine that no longer smelled only of sex, but of mamma Jean. as he smelled the sweet liquid, his thoughts began to pace ever more rapidly inside his head: he could feel the feel of her soul, her tender love, her eyes, her hair, her lips her hips her waist herbodyhersmell; and, as he drank what was left in the bottle, Johnny understood that he loved mamma Jean like no other could love -or so he thought-, for he loved her as a son, and he loved her as a man, she was his life, he, her unspoken lover. Nobody would understand he knew, -not that he even cared-, not even her, fornow that he knew SHE didn´t love him anymore, Johnny knew there was only one thing left to do: he would make her see, he would MAKE her love him;

Mamma Jean had gone to her room, she was trying to figure out what to do with Johnny when she heard a knock on the door, “Oh mamma!“ came Johnny´s voice from across the door “guess who brought you dinner!“, as he came trough the door, mamma Jean thought she saw something strange in Johnny´s eyes, some kind of spark she had seen somewhere before... she was brought back from her thoughts by her son “eat up before it gets cold mamma“, as she took the first bite off the delicious looking lasagna she had before her, he asked “how is it mamma? does it taste good?, I made it special tonight, with lots and lots of love“, “honey, are you feeling alright? you look a little bit unrestful, is everytihng okay?“ asked mamma Jean, as she continued eating, “don´t worry mamma, everything is gonna be alright soon“ as he said this, Johnny started getting closer to mamma Jean, taking off his shirt in the meanwhile. Mamma Jean, who had finished eating by now, was feeling quite distressed by now “honey?“ she asked in what she tried to pass off as her normal tone “what´s going on?“ Johnny didn´t answer, he was now one step away from the bed, and, -mamma Jean saw in the uttermost shock- taking of all of his clothes: first his shoes, followed by his socks and then his jeans; he stayed in his underwear, and started climbing up the bed. As mamma Jean saw this, she tried to move, to stop whatever madness was going on within his son, only to find that she couldn´t move. “Johnny! what did you do! answer me!, Johnny did you drug me?!, Jo-“ she was interrupted both by the drugs effect and Johnny´s finger placed between his lips, “ Shh“ was all that Johnny said, his face now a few inches away from mamma Jean´s, his hand reaching out into her skirt “I love you too mamma“.

Far away, in another town, a doctor´s voice was heard through the stillness of the night: “Just a spoonful, mind you, for there´s nothing as terrible as love given without restraint“;