The Matrons of Regal Bay Ch. 74

Afterward, it occurred to Deirdre that their coupling in the shower had mirrored the act which she had shared just the afternoon before with their son in the pantry. She had started out on her knees, working Geoff to full hardness with her mouth, and then he had bent her over, her hanging onto the towel rack, as he worked her from behind. He had cum quickly, in just less than five minutes of powerful thrusting, much as Conor had. In response, she had climaxed on her lovers' cock right along with them, biting her lips to stifle her cries of release. Unlike before, however, Geoff eased from her body, comfortable in the knowledge that they were alone in their bathroom.

Geoff left Deirdre to rinse off, and after drying and putting on fresh clothing, a new pair of wildly-patterned leggings and a loose-fitting sweater over a sports bra, she joined the rest of the family downstairs in the basement entertainment room. Brian and Erika had returned, after spending the night back in their hotel room. Of her family, they were the only ones not staying at the house, other than her sister and niece were coming over later to exchange gifts.

Unlike the night before, when Deirdre had prepared a large and filling feast for her family, with the help of Sarah of course, this Christmas Eve dinner was made up more of finger foods, a deli and veggie tray, and a pair of cheese balls. Allison had offered to bake a couple of pizzas she found in the garage freezer as well, so it would be a more relaxing and casual evening meal.

Brian and Erika arrived just before one. Brian, her Navy S.E.A.L. son, wanted to be in place to watch Navy play in their college football bowl game against Boise State. Deirdre had come from the entertainment room just as Conor opened the door to greet his brother and sister-in-law. She knew that Conor had great admiration for his older brother, even thought they had taken distinctively different paths in life. Looking at them one could barely tell any resemblance between the two. Conor was thin, almost delicate, with long fingers that could dance across a piano's keys. His hair was dark, bushy and unruly, always in need of trimming it seemed, or at least a good brushing out. In keeping with his generation, he seldom shaved and wore his patch-work beard with pride.

By contrast, Brian was strong, fit, tall and broad. Having spent the last six years in the Navy, and the last four as a member of the Navy's elite S.E.A.L.'s, Brian looked every bit the part. His reddish-brown hair was short, but not tight to the scalp. His face was clean-shaven, and his skin was tanned and weather-worn.

Erika was Brian's wife of less than a year, but the two had been seeing each other for more than three years. Erika, an African-American woman from Toledo, Ohio, was three years younger than Brian, though at 23 she was three years older than Conor. Erika was very similar in stature to Conor, as it was, being slim-built, with narrow hips and small breasts, and seemingly frail. However, underneath her loose-fit slacks, blouse and sweater, Erika was physically fit, having only recently left the Navy for a civilian position on post back in San Diego, working in public affairs. Her cocoa-colored flesh gave her a warm radiance that men of all ages enjoyed.

"Hello!" Deirdre called as the group came inside. Greetings were passed, and then the brothers headed down stairs while Erika asked if she could be of help.

"I don't think so," Deirdre replied. "Everything's pretty much covered for the moment."

Geoff came up from behind her then and slipped his hands around her waist. Giving Erika a smile and greeting, "Hello, again, young lady," he gave his wife a hug. "You've done wonderful work, Deir. Everyone will enjoy this evening as they did last night."

She looked back over her shoulder at him and kissed him briefly. "We hadn't done this in a long time. I'm really happy all of the kids can be here this year. It's been a long time since we were all together for Christmas."

Erika slipped away to join the others downstairs, but thought better of it, and headed upstairs, looking for a bathroom. Geoff turned Deirdre to face him and said, "I liked you joining me in the shower earlier." He gave her a brief kiss. "Reminds me of old times, you know, back when we'd sneak around at my parent's house."

"Or in my sorority house?" she replied with a grin. "You know, all of my friends knew what we were doing. Even Teagan knew."

"I knew alright," he laughed. "I saw your sister watching us and drooling all the while on many occasions. I think she had a thing for me, even back then."

"Thanks be it that she saw the light and gave that idea up!" Deirdre laughed, letting her Irish accent deepen as she often did when teasing her husband. "I don't think an old man like yerself could handle both of us O'Riley girls!" This she added along with a firm squeeze of his manhood at the front of his trousers.

"Keep that up, and I'll have to give you a second helping of Boston Cream Pie!" Geoff warned. She had never liked him using that phrase, and yet how often had he left her dripping, such was the amount of semen her husband could produce at any one time. He was a potent bastard, she knew. It was amazing how she hadn't heard of any illegitimate children he might have around town. She was still quite surprised Allison hadn't ended up pregnant with her own father's child by now.

"We've still got a while before your sister comes over," Geoff said. "Why don't we take this upstairs and enjoy some quality, husband and wife time?"

Deirdre wrapped her arms over his broad shoulders and looked to his face. His smile was warm and endearing, and had always made her weak in the knees. She lifted her mouth to his, and they kissed warmly. Two minutes later, Deirdre was lying on her bed and had returned to kissing her husband, even as she felt his hand slip under the front of her leggings. When he pushed lower to cup her naked pussy, she couldn't help but arch her body and press her crotch against his hand. He rolled closer and pressed his mouth to hers, kissing her deeply as he began to tickle her clit-bud with a fingertip.

Deirdre instantly began to vibrate beneath her husband's touch. He always knew exactly what she needed, and suddenly she needed to get off. But she preferred something a little more substantial than his finger right then.

"Take my pants off," she mouthed into his lips. Geoff didn't need further encouragement, and quickly he moved to the foot of the bed. As he went, he peeled the tight leggings from her, with her assisting by lifting her hips high. The leggings hit the floor, followed closely by her panties, and seconds later, Geoff was hovering above her as she fumbled at the front of his Dockers to get at his manhood. Once in hand, she found him to already be quite stiff and ready, and as his mouth found hers, his cock slipped into her vagina smoothly.

Erika had finished up in the bathroom and curious, opened the connecting door. She stifled a gasp as she saw the figures of Geoff and Deirdre making love on their big bed. The sight came as quite a shock to her, as unexpected as it was. She pulled the door closed, and yet not completely. She had never watched another couple having sex, spying on them as it was, and here she was presented with the opportunity. Erika knew she should close the door and leave the couple, her mother- and father-in-law as it were, to enjoy their moment in privacy. Instead, standing in the darkened bathroom, she couldn't help but watch.

"Your pussy feels so warm and velvety," Geoff huffed as he drove his hips downward against her with steady, deep thrusts. "You really were lubed up for me. Thinking nasty thoughts about me, I hope?"

Deirdre found his eyes with hers and smiled. "Geoff, just thinking about you gets me hot and bothered, you know that." That was true in of itself, and yet having taken a hot load from Geoff just a few hours before might also have had something to do with it. How many times had she given herself to Geoff as "sloppy-seconds" in the last couple of years, she wondered? Equally, how many times has Geoff had the scent of another woman's pussy all over his cock as it slipped between her thighs, or her lips?

Their mouths again found each other, but only briefly, as Geoff began to slam into her deeper and harder, and within moments his soft grunts had turned into deep groans. Erika watched as Geoff pushed up fully onto his outstretched arms and silently growled, holding his hips hard against Deirdre's crotch. He was cumming, she recognized, filling Deirdre with his hot seed. In that moment, Erika also realized that she had her hand down the front of her pants, and a finger working circles around her clit.

Geoff collapsed atop Deirdre and pressed his face into the curve of her shoulder and neck. He kissed her lightly as his cock pulsed its last within her warmth. "That was wonderful," he whispered into her ear, one of his many post-climax phrases he always uttered into his lovers' ears. He was habitual that way. "I love you, Deirdre," he added.

Stroking his back with her hands, Deirdre replied, "I love you, too, Geoff," before adding, "I really needed that. Thank you." To punctuate it, she gave his cock a squeeze with her vaginal muscles, which served to push him out. Both of them sighed as his spent manhood slipped free, and Geoff climbed off of her to lie on his side of the bed, while pulling his Dockers back up and securing them.

"I'd better get back downstairs, before anyone comes looking," he told Deirdre, and then rolled to give her a quick kiss. "You'd better clean up a little before you come down. You smell like you just got screwed!" Geoff laughed as he climbed from the bed and headed for the door. As he pulled it open, he was met by Teagan, who had been about to knock.

With a sly grin on his face, he nodded back towards the bed, and told his sister-in-law, "She's lying down. I left her exhausted." He passed by, adding a quick pat to Teagan's ass as he went. Teagan playfully kicked at him as he retreated down the hallway, and then joined her sister in the room.

"Damnit, one of these days I'm going to kick your husband's arse!" Teagan laughed as she bounced onto the end of Deirdre's bed. She picked up the discarded leggings and then tossed them across the room, towards the partially open bathroom door. Inside, Erika backed away, wondering if she could slip back out through the guest bedroom without being caught.

"He'd probably deserve it, as well," Deirdre laughed. She pushed up onto her elbows to tell her sister, "I had thought you and Shelby we're coming until later."

"Shelby wanted to hang out with Sarah," Teagan explained. "They hadn't seen each other in a while, and they use to be very close, remember?" Teagan let her eyes wander down to where her sister's naked crotch was still on full display. The curly red hairs were slightly dark from dampness, and her sister's labia were puffy and swollen, and covered in Geoff's white creamy semen.

"Jesus, Christ! You're a friggin' mess, you know that sister dear?" Teagan laughed. She twisted around and leaned onto one elbow between Deirdre's still-parted legs. She was looking straight into her sister's recently fucked and well-filled pussy, a sight she'd seen on numerous occasions over the years. "You're starting to leak. Maybe you'd better get cleaned up before you mess up these pretty sheets of yours."

Looking across her belly to her sister, Deirdre gave her a wicked smile and asked, "Why don't you do me the pleasure, you little cunt-slut?" She slowly drew her knees up and parted her feet all the wider. The look on her sister's face was beautiful and erotic all the same. Since they first discovered the joys of sex as teen-agers, Teagan had rarely turned down such an offer, even if Deirdre had so recently been fucked, as she was that afternoon. In fact, Teagan had developed quite a hunger for cleaning up Deirdre's "cream-pies" over the years.

"Ya know, dear sister," Teagan began as she settled onto her belly between Deirdre's feet, "one of these days I'd like to try a helping of Geoff from the source." She ran her hands lightly along the insides of her sister's thighs, down to the sides of her sister's pubic mound. She pulled the sticky labia apart with her thumbs, and then teasingly flicked her tongue along the wrinkled folds.

"Aaaahhh, I'll think about it," Deirdre sighed. The feel of her sister's breath on her damp pussy, followed by the tickle of Teagan's talented tongue, sent a shiver up her spine.

Erika had heard the exchange between the two sisters and found herself drawn back to the slim opening in the doorway. She gasped into her hand as she watched Teagan, Deirdre's own sister, crawl up between her legs and lower her face. Erika couldn't believe what she was seeing, as Teagan began to lap happily away at Deirdre's cum-filled pussy, and Deirdre let her head fall back with an expression of pure delight on her face. Erika pushed her hand back into her own leggings and resumed her digital attack while watching the Sapphic scene play out, just feet from her.

"God, damn! That feels so good, Teag." Deirdre reached down and twisted her fingers into her sister's auburn hair. Gently, she tugged and pulled at her sister's head until Teagan had her mouth pressed hard against her pussy, and her tongue thrust up into her recently fucked hole. "Aaaahhh, yeeeesssss!" she moaned as Teagan began to suck hard on her pussy to draw Geoff's spent load back out. Teagan was a cum-whore and enjoyed the taste and texture on her tongue, as well as the feel as she swallowed.

Deirdre's little sister was well known among the Matrons of Regal Bay, and had serviced many of the women of the club. Teagan wasn't known to engage with many of the young men about the city, but that didn't mean she didn't have a few men of her own. She was adamantly bisexual, though she had never had an on-going relationship with another woman, outside of her sister. Her daughter Shelby was the result of a one-night stand and Teagan had taken precautions to avoid such an issue again. First and foremost, Teagan had insisted her male lovers always use a condom. Other than that, she usually enjoyed giving head more than getting laid.

"Oooohhh, Jeezus! I'm going to cum if you keep that up!" Deirdre huffed. She was panting heavily and still held her sister's face tight to her overly-stimulated cunt. Teagan's tongue continued to lance through her folds to lap up every drop of thick cream she could. She didn't care if it was male semen or female ejaculate. Teagan craved it all.

Erika was very near to cumming as well. She had her two middle fingers of her right hand running in and out of her pussy hard and fast. She was also panting quite heavily and bit down on her lower lip to keep from crying out as her orgasm started to flow through her. Her fingers squished loudly between her thighs, so loud, she thought the women in the other room would easily hear her getting off right along with them.

"Aaaahhhh, yeeeesssssss!" Deirdre cried out suddenly, and bucked hard against the mattress and her sister's face. Her orgasm rocked her and sent a fresh load of thick cream onto her sister's tongue. "Uuuuuummmm!" she groaned as the final ripples washed through her, to be lapped up be Teagan. After three or four more minutes, Teagan slowed to a stop between her thighs as Deirdre relaxed heavily into the bed.

"That was an awful lot of creamy goodness, dear sister," Teagan smiled. She licked her lips again before adding, "Either Geoff had a serious case of blue-balls going, which I highly doubt, or he wasn't the first to defile my beautiful sister this day. Which is it?"

Deirdre grinned and shrugged in response. "I thought I tasted a hint of Conor up there!" Teagan giggled as she crawled up her sister's prone form. She settled atop Deirdre before lowering her mouth to her sister's. They lovingly kissed unaware that Erika was watching them, and when they finally parted lips, Teagan energetically jumped up and off the bed. "You'd better at least rinse that tasty twat off. You still smell like a French whore, dear sister!" She blatantly licked her lips one final time and casually tossed open the door, leaving it standing wide as she exited her sister's bedroom.

Erika panicked as Deirdre also rolled out of the bed, headed for the bathroom, she knew, and would surely catch her in the act of spying. As quickly and as quietly as she could, Erika raced through the opposite door and into the guest room beyond. She didn't close the door behind, just went through the room and out into the hallway, catching a glimpse of the bathroom light coming on as she went. She turned to find Teagan still at the top of the stairs, looking directly at her.

"Oh, hi!" Erika gasped. "I was, um, looking for a bathroom that wasn't occupied."

Teagan gave the younger black woman a raised eyebrow look before telling her, "I think the master bath's being used now. But the one down by the kitchen should be free, I'd think, if everyone's in the basement watching the game."

Erika said, "I guess I'll try that one," as she passed, but in the back of her mind, she knew that Teagan was skeptical of her excuse for being upstairs. In fact, she figured that the older woman knew exactly what she had been doing, and might have confronted her had she not rushed down the stairs. Erika didn't stop in the kitchen, however, and headed into the basement entertainment room. She saw her husband sitting off to the side in an easy chair, watching the game, along with his brother Conor sprawled along the length of the sofa, and Geoff, who was reclined back in his big chair.

Erika went to stand beside her husband and laid a hand on his shoulder. Failing to get his attention, Erika leaned down and whispered into her husband's ear, "Can talk to you a minute?"

Brian turned his attention from the game and asked, "Can it wait? It's almost halftime."

"I guess," she replied, but Brian looked up at her and, seeing a hurt expression on her face, he sighed and got up from the chair anyway.

Erika led him over to the basement's tiny cubby-hole bathroom, and then on inside. Brian pushed the door closed behind him, shutting out the sounds of the game and his father's groan of disbelief as yet another false-start penalty was called on the Navy team. The bathroom was very small, holding only a sink and toilet, and they were close together. Brian draped his arms across his wife's narrow shoulders, looked down into her beautifully exotic features, and asked, "What's so important that we have to meet in secret?"

Erika looked up into her husband's face, and after a brief self-debate, she related to him what she'd just witnessed between his mother and her own sister, as well as what led up to it.

"So, you were spying on my mother, is that it?" Brian laughed. "I told you that we've got some pretty interesting people in this family. I thought I'd mentioned that Mom goes both ways at times."

"Not with her sister, you didn't," Erika hissed. "That was something of a shock! I mean, just doing what they did. And with everyone in the house, the chances they took. What if they got caught?"

"Evidently, they did get caught," Brian pointed out with a poke of his finger to her chest, right between her firm breasts. "By you!" He leaned in and kissed her then, briefly, but with a bit of passion. In the room behind the door, he could hear the television. "Sounds like it's gone to half-time. Everyone's probably going upstairs for the pizza I'm beginning to smell." Brian grinned into Erika's gaze. "I wonder...did you get a bit randy, watching my mom and Aunt Teagan?" As he asked, he gave Erika's tiny butt a firm squeeze, as well as pulling her tight to his chest. He breathed in deeply, and asked with a wide smile, "Do I detect a hint of your passion in the air?"