The Matrons of Regal Bay
Chapter 3
Natalya's Tales -- Part 1
For one of the few Saturday nights that Natalya could remember, she sat home alone. The big house her husband had long ago purchased was quiet. Nicolas was out with friends attending a showing of some new block-buster movie or other. It had been a long week, and even though she had tried to relax during her Saturday off, Natalya still ended up staying busy. Although her husband provided for a housekeeper, Natalya insisted the young woman take her weekends off. Natalya didn't mind doing a little work around her big house on the weekends, after all. She had been raised to do her fair share, and she insisted that even at 51, and married to one very influential property baron with more than enough money to pay to have just about anything taken care of for her, Natalya enjoyed getting her hands dirty. As it was, she spent several hours dusting around the inside, and then tending to the several flower beds outside.
Maybe she had just been putting off some of the work she had brought home with her. Although she had no intention of procrastinating, Natalya found that she hadn't even begun to think about the itinerary that sat unfinished on her home-office desk. After partaking of a salmon pasta dinner alone, and over a glass of white California wine, Natalya finally settled in to work on the thirty-page itinerary. Although it wasn't due until Gloria returned to the office on Tuesday, Natalya wanted it ready and sitting in her in-box Monday. It was a demonstration to her boss and good friend that her work ethic hadn't even begun to waver, even as she opened her sexual lifestyle up more with each passing month since unofficially joining the semi-secretive Regal Bay Matrons Club.
Natalya had retired to her bedroom to continue her work as the midnight hour approached. A refilled glass of wine sat on the nightstand to her right as she got comfortable, sitting cross-legged on the pillows at the headboard end. She spread the individual pages of the itinerary, typed sheets with dozens of penned-in notations, lined out sections, and various other scribbles, across the large, king-sized bed in front of her. She was comfortably dressed in an over-sized t-shirt and exercise shorts, clothing she would wear to bed, once she had completed her work.
It was nearing one in the morning when Natalya heard the return of her son. He wasn't all that quiet, and she assumed he was even a little drunk, or high. Nico was a good young man, but he did enjoy himself. Usually, Nico lived in an off-campus apartment with a friend, but when his father wasn't home, which was becoming more often than not, Nico had taken to staying in his old bedroom. Natalya didn't mind. Unfortunately, her son had become a distraction over the past few months. A welcome, wonderful, and sinful distraction for her, but a distraction none the less.
Nico found his mother in her room and bounded onto the bed to lie beside her. "Hey, Mom! What're you doing still up this late?"
"Nico! You're messing things," she barked at him. "I've got entirely too much going on here. Please, be careful, will you?"
Nico had propped himself up in his arm, looking up at his mother even as she scolded him. Now he rolled onto his back. "I'm sorry, Mom. I didn't realize you were so busy." He sat up, rolled from the bed, and headed back out through the door.
"Nico, I'm sorry to have barked at you," she apologized, but he was already headed out and down the hall. She knew her son had only been trying to get her attention. She'd been so busy over the last few days and nights that she'd seen little of him. They had grown close over the last few years, too close by some standards, and at times she had to remind herself to treat him not as a growing son, but as a growing lover. Still, she told herself, I have entirely too much to finish to run off and play, however much he or I might need to. He'll just have to learn that lesson as well.
Natalya returned her attention to her work, finally completing what she had needed to get done well after two. Sunday would be a relaxing day she vowed, and with this itinerary ready for its final draft once she got to work on Monday, she would have only tweaking at the edges to do. She climbed from her bed and stretched. Her back ached from the awkward way she had been sitting for over two hours. Her wine glass had long been empty, and she retrieved it before heading out of her room and down the hall.
Natalya padded her way barefoot to the kitchen and poured herself a final glass of wine, in a quiet, personal celebration. She took a couple of sips before heading back to her room, glass in hand. At the top of the staircase she paused. Instead of turning for her own bedroom suite, she headed for the other end of the hallway, where the two guest bedrooms, and Nico's room, were. She passed the bathroom before stopping outside the next door. It was closed. It was decorated with a draped red Soviet Union flag, a memento his father had brought to home after the fall of that failed state. Natalya hated that emblem, especially as she was Ukrainian, and this flag represented oppression to her. Still, Nico didn't see it as anything but a symbol of his heritage, however off it might be.
Natalya paused outside her son's room and listened. She heard music playing, but softly. She tried the knob, and finding it unlocked she nudged the door halfway open. A dim light cast shadows across her son's room, but she could make out her son's form lying in his bed. He was asleep. Natalya took a moment and leaned against the doorjamb, sipping at her wine, while looking upon the innocent form of her son. She saw him as both her little boy as well as a 22 year-old man. She saw him as both her son, and her lover. Siberia, their grey and white pet Husky, had been asleep on the floor at the foot of Nico's bed. She now raised her head and looked at her master. Natalya whispered, "Outside." Obediently, Siberia got up, stretched a little, and then padded her way past out of the room and towards the kitchen. Once Siberia had gone, Natalya then stepped into Nico's room and gently closed the door behind her.
As she approached her sleeping son, Natalya lifted her t-shirt up and let it fall to the floor. Her flesh was tanned and contrasted sharply with the white of her underwear, even in the dim light filtering into her son's room. She stepped up next to her son's bed, looking down upon him as she did. She paused only a moment before pulling her bra strap from her right shoulder and lifting her large breast free of the cup. It weighed heavily in her hands and the nipple was dark and prickled with goose bumps. She leaned over her son's pillow and gently lowered her breast to her son's sleeping face.
Natalya stroked her nipple lightly across Nico's cheek and onto his lips. She held it there as she pushed his sheet down. His upper torso appeared, naked to the waist. Her hand caressed her son's belly and back up to his chest. She flicked his left nipple with her finger nail, and Nico stirred.
"Mom?" he muttered. As his mouth opened, it was filled with Natalya's nipple. His lips wrapped around it and began to suck, even before he was fully awake. After only a few moments, Natalya leaned down and began to kiss her son's warm flesh, starting at his own tiny nipples.
She pushed the sheet lower and discovered to her delight that he had indeed gone to bed fully naked, as was his custom of late. His cock lay flaccid across his lower belly. She reached for it and took it in hand. It began to stiffen and lengthen, now wrapped by her fingers, as her mouth began to work lower across his belly.
"Oh, Mom," Nico moaned as his mother's mouth drew close to his cock, but instead of capturing it with her lips, she began to drag her tongue back up his body.
"I'm sorry for waking you," she whispered as she met his eyes with hers. She saw a welcome hunger in his gray eyes, which were mirrors of her own. "I'll let you sleep, if you want." Even as she said this last, she was stroking his cock to full hardness. She reached up with her free hand and dropped her left bra strap to release both of her heavy, full breasts. As a reply, Nico reached up and cupped both of his mother's huge breasts. He teased both nipples with his thumbs before pulling her left nipple to his lips. He began sucking deeply at his mother's tit-flesh, drawing the hardening nipple far into his mouth.
With Nico sucking hard upon her nipple, Natalya eased herself onto his bed, and settled straddling his hips. She held herself above her son so that he could work each of her nipples in turn. His hands squeezed and rolled the free breast while sucking upon the other. Natalya fed her son until he was fully awake, and his cock was poking at her panty-covered crotch eagerly.
Natalya lifted her big tits from her son's face and, placing her hands against the wall above his head, she stood up. Still straddling him, and with his eyes looking up at her, she began pushing her panties down and stepped out of them. A wide grin began spreading out across his face as she presented her naked crotch to her son.
"Are you hungry, Nico?" she asked him. "Would you like a late night snack?"
Nico nodded and said, "Yes, I'd really like that, Mom. I'm definitely hungry, hungry for your tasty pussy!" Nico said this last even as Natalya stepped forward to straddle her son's upper chest. She braced herself against the wall above his head and slowly lowered herself to her knees. Now straddling his head, she planted her pussy upon her son's eager mouth. Nico's tongue immediately went to work as his hands took hold of her wide, plump ass.
"Oh, that's my Nico," Natalya moaned as her son began to lap noisily at her labia. Her juices were quickly flowing and his tongue lapped them up. His oral digit flicked and swirled within her folds. He licked her crotch from asshole to clit and back. All the while, Natalya was quickly building up to a much-needed orgasm. It never took long for Nico to get his mother off, not with his tongue. He was such a wonderful and talented cunt-lapper. He never failed to draw an orgasm from her, or any of the other women she knew he enjoyed as well. Her son Nico was one of the favored young studs shared by several of the Regal Bay Matrons, and Natalya was proud of that fact.
"Oh, Nico! Nico! Aaaahhh!" Natalya moaned as her body began to tremble and her vagina spasmed around his probing tongue. She creamed his face then, feeding her nectar to her loving son. She looked down past her heavy, sagging breasts and rounded belly. Nico's eyes were closed as he lapped away at her pussy. Her pubic bush, in need of a trim she thought, covered his nose. His head rolled on the pillow as he moved his mouth around her vagina. His tongue touched every sensitive fold and bump. Her clit was pressed hard into his nose and she shivered as he rubbed her and licked her, all at once.
Her climax began to ebb and Natalya leaned back to press her hands into the bed to either side of Nico's hips. His mouth continued to work her over and she knew that he would feast upon her for as long as she remained in position. There had been times when Nico had eaten her out for over an hour at a time, pausing only for a breath or pop a crick in his neck. He never begged off of licking his mother's pussy so dutifully. It had been the first act of sin between them, and would always remain their most intimate.
However, Natalya wasn't there just to give Nico a mouth full of mother's cream. She was there to get a big hard cock stuffed up inside her hot cunt. Although she would love to spend the rest of the night fucking Nico, she knew that both of them had work in the morning and it was getting late. She would love to give her son a long, lingering sixty-nine, as they so often enjoyed. Instead, she eased her crotch from her son's face and told him, "I need your cock, Nico."
Nico grinned with wet lips and told her, "Well, you know where it is."
Natalya gave her son a playful slap as she moved her hips down his body. Nico had his cock in hand and guided his spongy knob into contact with her wet, saliva-dripping slit. Her vagina opened and engulfed his manhood.
