The Matrons of Regal Bay
Chapter 25
Cynthia's Tales -- Part 2
The lights came up as the power-point presentation ended. Cynthia Price stepped out from behind the desk in the corner of the small lecture hall and looked out into the crowd of students to insure none had fallen asleep. She doubted many students could sleep through her presentation on Erotica in the Modern World. It was one of her more graphic and exploitive presentations.
"Ladies and gentlemen, I expect many of you found that exciting. Others, maybe a little disturbing." She moved to stand behind the lectern just to the left of the presentation screen. Cynthia had worn her tan pants-suit that day, with a black blouse beneath. Her blonde hair was pulled up into a loose bun at the back of her head, and she had worn her glasses that day as well, forgoing her usual contacts. "As I had mentioned at the top of the hour, the assignment is a simple one. Take any one of the images you just witnessed and write a paper describing your emotional reactions, from the first impulse you had to how you felt after reasoning through it. You can find every one of these scenes and images on the internet, of course. Where do you think I found them?" A spattering of laughs rolled through the students, as it was well known to them that Dr. Price enjoyed searching the internet for erotica, porn, and anything else of a sexual nature, and she encouraged them to do so as well.
Cynthia Price, PhD. That is what the name plate on her office door read. Cynthia had earned her Doctorate of Philosophy at the University of Alabama, and now instructed classes in the fields of Sexuality in Society, Sexual Morality through History, and Sexual Deviance at Regal Bay University. What her name plate didn't include was her self-diagnosed hyper sexuality, or more commonly, nymphomania. Cynthia had gotten into her chosen field because she enjoyed sex in all forms, functions, and styles, and enjoyed reading about it, watching it, and knowing how it affected those around her.
It was common place for Dr. Price, Cynthia, to suddenly toss a question out to her students in the middle of a lecture, just to see the expressions on their faces change. "Tell me, how would your image of your mother change if, for instance, you were to come home unexpectedly and find her on her hands and knees in the middle of the kitchen being humped by the neighbor's dog?" Or she would ask, "Would you keep a friend's secret from their significant other, if you knew that they were having sex with that person's parent?" She noted that, as the semester would roll on, the reactions her students presented would become more muted, as they became less shocked by her assignments and more thoughtful.
One of the first assignments each class received to start a course was to write a paper describing the first time they had sex, whether it involved a family member, and if they had followed up with additional encounters. Cynthia enjoyed these on a more personal level, as these papers often pointed out to her those young students who would be open to enjoying a little more excitement, by way of the Regal Bay Matrons Club. Cynthia had long held the self-appointed position as recruiter for her follow sorority members, and through her efforts several young men and women had enjoyed a relationship they may never have had otherwise. And a few of the older women of Regal Bay were given access to a young lover they themselves may never have encountered otherwise. Cynthia enjoyed putting people together like this, as both a contributor as well as an observer. Not to mention those times she actively participates, for both personal research as well as pleasure.
Cynthia had known for many years that once her son had matured, he would become her lover. The history of incest was most intriguing to her. She molded her son's way of thinking about sex and his own sexuality, day by day and year by year, and over the course she took ardent notes. Just weeks after their first sexual encounter, which had taken place over a holiday weekend in Las Vegas coinciding with his eighteenth birthday, Cynthia had begun work on the paper that would eventually gain her fame within the sociological community as well as a bit of a fortune from the follow-up book she published. Of course, any reference to herself and her son, and their intimacy, was left out. Names were changed to protect the innocent, and all of that jazz.
With tenure now, Cynthia Price was set for life at Regal Bay, and continued her research into Human Sexuality, Sexual Deviance, and Sexual Morality daily, all the while enjoying herself. Hers was a personal and professional life style few in her field could even imagine, let alone obtain. She enjoyed reading about other people's sexual experiences, and compared how they reacted to how she might, if placed into a comparable situation. And Cynthia had found herself in many, many situations when it came to human sexuality.
Looking out across the many faces of young students from behind her lectern, Cynthia took note of those she had particular knowledge of. Of the thirteen young men in that class, three she knew had enjoyed the trappings of the Matrons Club already. And of those three, one she had personal knowledge of. In fact, she'd enjoyed a nature hike just that previous Sunday afternoon with Wesley Griffith. And he had enjoyed bending her over a trail-side bench and fucking her through two orgasms.
Randy Hayworth, son of her friend and hair-dresser Lisa Hayworth, had only recently been brought to her attention as being a potential stud for the sorority. Cynthia had learned about Randy's sins, first with his younger sister, and then with his mother, within the past month. As told to her by her friend Lisa, it had been she herself who had made the first sinful move upon her son, though Cynthia was quite certain from talking with Lisa to some extent, that it had been Randy's intent all along to take his mother. Having sex with his sister had only been a substitute for his true intentions, and Cynthia had conveyed this theory to Lisa. She had pointed out that Lisa's feelings of jealousy had been stoked by her son and by his incestual affair with his sister, when he knew that Lisa would catch them. By not confronting her children while in the act, Lisa had unwittingly given Randy the opening he had wanted, either consciously or not. Just because she had made the first move wasn't because he hadn't initiated it.
At the time, Lisa was upset to learn that she had been manipulated by her son, and yet she had confided in Cynthia that she had no intention of ending their affair, at least not for the short term. Cynthia was happy for that, since she was already at work on another paper, with Lisa and her children the focus. However, Cynthia was hungry for a taste of young Mr. Hayworth herself, and after hearing directly from his mother/lover about his sexual prowess, she decided that a first-hand experience was in order.
The chimes signaling the end of period rang and the stampede of students began. Cynthia had moved towards the exit, smiling and nodding at several of the young men and women who passed by, giving words of encouragement to others, as well as salutation. This class, Emotional Sexuality, met only on Tuesdays and Thursdays, and she would not be seeing most of these students until the next Tuesday. Only a handful of her female students also attended her Monday afternoon Sexual Morality and Theology course, her least populated course.
"Evening, Mrs. Price," Andy McCoy said as he passed by.
"Have a nice weekend, Andy," she replied. Andy McCoy was a tall, blonde-haired and blue-eyed beach bum who also had a gift for visual media. Andy's mother, Heather, worked as a real estate agent, but Cynthia was aware of her past life as a porn actress. Whether Andy was, she had yet to determine. It seemed interesting that he was majoring in Media Studies, yet taking Human Sexuality as his sociology credit.
Randy Hayworth was walking with two young women as he passed, talking. "Mr. Hayworth. A word if I may?" Cynthia called. Randy paused and gave her a glance, and then said something to each of the women before moving to stand before her.
"Yes, Ma'am?" he asked politely, though with a hint of annoyance.
Cynthia waited as the last few students filed past before answering. "I would like to discuss your last paper with you. Is there a time when we could have a meeting that is good for you?"
Randy looked very concerned in that moment, even glancing to either side to insure nobody else was near. "I don't know. I'm pretty much free every afternoon after my four o'clock classes. After five, really." He paused before adding, "I don't know if I want to talk about it. I probably shouldn't have put all of that stuff down."
