The Matrons of Regal Bay Ch. 58

"Why did you go through with this, Mom?" Andy asked after a lengthy pause. "I really can't understand how this could ever have happened."

"Didn't you want this?" she asked him in reply. "Isn't this what you've been fantasizing about for years? Fucking me, your own mother, your very own porn star?" As she asked, she continued to lightly play with his slick member.

"I never dreamed it could ever happen," Andy admitted with a shack of his head. "I'd heard about this kind of thing, you know, from some of my friends. They claim to have screwed around with their moms, or aunts. Tim even says that he's fucked his grandma."

Heather giggled a little at what Andy admitted knowing. She had heard a few things herself, and knew for a fact that some of her own friends had slept with their sons or daughters. Cynthia Price was one. In fact, Heather had joined Cynthia and her son David on a couple of occasions. As she thought about it, Heather wondered if Andy would enjoy a ménage-et-trios.

"What happens in the privacy of the home shouldn't be discussed so openly," Heather said. "Unless it's with others of a like mind."

Andy gave her a side-long glance. "What do you mean by that? What did you have in mind?" His cock had started to awaken under his mother's attentions.

Heather batted her eyes playfully and replied, "Well, for starters, we should keep what we do between us. At least for the time being. Maybe later we can explore a little more. But until then, maybe we should explore fucking someplace more comfortable to start with," she smiled. "Like my bed?" The answering pulse of his cock in her hand let her know that her son was indeed interested, even before he gave her his boyish grin and nod. In that moment, Heather just about changed her mind, for she saw Andy as her son, a young boy in her mind, someone she was never to engage in such intimacies with. Andy might have seen that moment of hesitation in his mother's eyes, and quickly moved to extinguish any embers of doubt.

Andy stood up, taking his mother's hands in his, and said, "Come to bed with me, Heather," using his mother's name. "Let me make love to you as you deserve to be." Heather stood before him then and with a wide smile on her lips, she pulled her son's mouth to hers. They kissed deeply, as if they were new lovers and not mother and son sinners. His hands slipped down her body and pulled her hips forward. Heather felt her son's cock press against her belly, and she wanted nothing more than to feel him inside her once again.

"Take me, Andy," she whispered into his lips. "Take me to bed and make love to me." All hesitation was gone, and only the immoral ex-porn star remained in the strong arms of her young lover.

"Lead on," Andy smiled, and hand-in-hand followed her up the stairs and into her second-floor bedroom. Heather pulled him into the big bed and into an embrace that didn't break until well into the morning hours, after they had made love in as many ways as humanly possible before they eventually collapsed, thoroughly exhausted.

Heather awoke panting. Her entire body was vibrating. "Oh, my god!" she huffed as she realized that she was on the verge of climaxing. In that moment she discovered that her legs were pushed wide apart and a mouth was planted tight to her quivering cunt.

"Oooohhh! Andy! Andy! Andy!" she panted as she grasped the situation. "What are you doing? I haven't showered!" Heather reached down in an attempt to push her son's face from her crotch.

Andy gave a long, lingering lap of his tongue to his mother's clit bud before looking up at her flushed face. "I don't mind. You taste wonderful right now." He closed his eyes lowered his mouth to her pussy, where he resumed breaking his morning fast on her creamy folds.

"That's not just my juices you're tasting, Andy," she warned as she relaxed back into the pillows. "Most of that is yours, you know. God, how many times did you cum last night?"

Andy had his tongue burrowing high into his mother's gaping hole and after a tickling swirl he lifted away once again and propped himself up on his elbows. She could see the glistening of sex-cream on his lips, cheeks and chin in the morning sunlight that filtered in. He was smiling wide and she found herself loving him more. He would have made a wonderful porn star, she thought.

"I've got a fresh load ready to go, right now," he told her.

"Jeezus-Christ! You're a fucking stud!" Heather moaned with a laugh. "You'd better give it to me, then. I've still got to get to work today, you know?"

Andy quickly crawled up his mother's body and as his mouth found hers, his cock slipped through the opening of her vagina smoothly. "Oooohhh, Andy," she sighed into his mouth as he entered her. "I'm so happy that we've discovered this," she admitted to him. Andy began to move atop her, and inside her. His breathing was deep and labored as he moved, and soon he was grunting.

Minutes after her son had entered her, Andy was adding a fresh load of his seed to her saturated womb. "Ooohh, Mom!" he growled. "Moommmm!" He held himself deep inside as his cock pulsed. She felt his warmth inside her and began to tremble through a morning orgasm herself. It wasn't nearly as intense as those she had enjoyed the night before, but nevertheless Heather delighted in the way her body reacted to her son's climax.

Heather stroked her son's naked back as he finished, and after another deep, passionate kiss, Andy eased up and off of her. She watched as her son stumbled naked away from her and towards the open door. "Put a towel around yourself before you head outside," she called. "It's going to be chilly," she added, ever the mother once again.

After a few minutes, Heather made her own way to her bathroom, and after a lingering shower, and vaginal flushing, she made herself ready for the day. By the time she was dressed and in the kitchen, coffee had already been started for her by Andy, though he was gone. Andy would also be working that morning, she knew. She also knew that he would brag about finally taking his porn-star mother to his friends as soon as he could. Boys were like that, and she didn't feel upset at all, surprisingly. She recognized that she had entered a new, and maybe very exciting, stage of her life. It would be hard for her to look at Andy, her own son, as just another of her long list of local lovers, and yet that was exactly as she was already thinking of him.

Ground rules would have to be laid out, she told herself, before things got too far along. The sooner the better, also. "As long as Andy treats me with respect, and doesn't make demands that are too overly outrageous," she told the empty kitchen over her cup of coffee, "I think I'll enjoy him. Until the novelty of it all wears off." Heather picked up her cell phone and gave the office a quick text, letting Janice know that she was running a little late, and would head straight out to the showing from home instead of stopping in at the office. She had a sale to make, after all.