The Matrons of Regal Bay
Pamela's Tales
Chapter 3
They sat in Johnny's beat-up, faded green Dodge Ram. Before them, the expanse of Majestic Mountain Park stretched west down the ripples of the foot hills. The parking lot that served the park also served the Nature Preserve, which ran North and East of the park itself, into the foothills and forested area of the Majestic Mountains. From this parking area, one could see the Pacific Ocean in the distance, stretching South to North. Downtown Regal Bay was to the Southwest, with the campus of Regal Bay University nestled up right against the park's south border. The Majestic Mall and the surrounding business district lit of the evening sky to the Northwest of their sightline. The sun had set long ago, and the many others who came to this parking lot in the evenings to watch the sun set had long since left. Only a couple of other cars remained, and Pamela Walker suspected that much the same thing was going on in those others, as was going on in the front seat of her son's pick-up.
Johnny had his driver's seat reclined back, his jeans unfastened and pushed halfway down his thighs. He was enjoying the leisurely, sensual blow job his mother was giving him. Although the lights of the parking lot were dim, there was still enough for him to make out the bobbing blonde head of hair in his lap. He'd angled the rear-view mirror to be able to watch from a slightly different, almost voyeuristic angle, as his loving mother nursed on his raging hard on. On the radio, the band Aerosmith was confirming their enjoyment of the color pink. Just like Johnny.
Pamela had learned to enjoy giving her son blow jobs over the course of these last few months, since she gave herself to him in his basement bedroom. Over the course of their new-found relationship, she had given in to her son's sinful desires whenever and wherever he asked. Through the warm summer months, she'd sucked her son off in nearly every parking lot in town, inside both movie theaters, in the bathroom at the Denny's, and once during a drive up the coastal highway. Not to mention the many times she had pleasured her son by attending to his cock in their own home, with her crippled husband just a room or two away, while George slept or watched television. Since she and Johnny had become lovers, she realized that he made her feel dirty, and yet she also felt alive and desired once again. It was a feeling she'd lost over the years, since her husband's injuries crippled his body as well as their sex life.
"God, that feels so good, Pam," Johnny whispered, calling his mother by her name as he often did whenever they sinned outside their home. While at home, Johnny insisted on calling her Mom, even as he pounded her on the floor of the living room or took her in the shower. Just that morning, after they had settled her husband in for his bath, Johnny had made love to her in her own bed, where her husband had so recently lay beside her. Afterward, as mother and son helped him from the tub and prepared him for his weekly doctor's visit, Johnny's warm semen oozed from between her swollen labia. It was a feeling that very nearly made her cum then and there.
Pamela let her son's cock slip from between her lips and replied, "You taste so warm and soft in my mouth, Johnny." She stroked his saliva-coated knob across her cheek as she smiled at him. He so much reminded her of George at that age. How many times had she and George did this very act, in the front seat of his father's old Ford wagon, and after in George's own Malibu? How many times had they parked in this very lot and she performed this very act as a teenager?
Pamela could remember sucking George's fat cock in their high school's parking lot, before and after school. She could remember the look on old Mrs. Jacobson's face when she caught them one morning before school. Pamela had looked up when George gasped, and saw their art teacher staring, her mouth agape, in through the side window. When Mrs. Jacobson got a good look at George's fat cock, wet with Pamela's spit, the look in her eyes let both teens know that she wouldn't be telling anyone. Pamela often wondered if George had ever given Mrs. Jacobson a private showing. Even as she thought about it, at the time their art teacher had only been 28 or 29. She wouldn't have put it past him not to at least try.
Recently, Pamela had joined the Royal Treatment Spa & Gym, and had begun to put in a few hours a week on the treadmill before settling into a massage and steam bath. She could already feel some of her middle-age matronly midsection melting away, she mused. She had also visited the Paisley Park Beauty Salon to get her hair restyled and colored. Now she was back to her original dirty-blonde, with the grey she had been letting seep in washed out. She felt more youthful, energetic, and vibrant; three things that she realized caring for her invalid husband for the last decade had drained out of her. All of this she owed to her son, though she might also say her initial fling with Freddy Killibrew had really started it all rolling.
Pamela had returned to slurping upon her son's long, fat cock as she let the memories of her own youth float through her mind. Johnny's cock felt different on her tongue than his father's, and his semen much stronger and saltier. With his hand gently on the back of her head, she bobbed up and down, slurping noisily even though they had the windows part-way down. She could feel his manhood throbbing and worked that much harder to bring about his explosive release. She had been craving a hot mouthful of her son's semen since lunchtime. When Johnny let out a slight moan, she knew that he was starting his final run. It was at that point when her cell phone chimed.
"Shit," she gasped as she let Johnny's cock slip from her lips once again and turned to pull her phone from her purse, lying at her feet on the floor of the pickup. She sat up in her seat and tossed her blonde hair back from her face as she read the text message.
"Who's it from?" Johnny asked as he also sat up. His cock remained exposed, however, waiting for her to resume. "Dad?"
"Not hardly. It's from your Aunt Helen." Pamela typed in a quick response to her sister-in-law. Helen was George's sister and called diligently three times a week to check up on her brother. Not that she would ever offer to lend a hand with his care, Pamela thought bitterly.
"What's she want?" Johnny asked his mother. As he asked, he leaned into her and reached across to cup her far breast, still encased beneath her blouse and bra. While nuzzling his face into her shoulder, he began to kiss her neck. He also felt the bump of her nipple and gave it a gentle tweak.
"I guess she and Larry are coming through next weekend, on their way down the coast. They're travelling on vacation and want to pay George a visit." Pamela finished off her texting, but before she could get a reply, Johnny snatched the phone from her hand. "Hey! What are you doing?" she gasped as she reached to retrieve it.
Johnny pushed her hand aside as he aimed her phone towards his crotch. "Sending her a selfie!" Johnny laughed even as he quickly took a picture of his upright cock, still wrapped by his mother's fingers.
"Don't you dare! She'll freak out!" Pamela all but shouted, but Johnny turned to keep her from getting at the phone before he could add a brief message before sending it.
"Ha! Let's see what she says about that!" Johnny laughed as his mother too-late was able to retrieve her phone.
"I can't believe you sent that! She'll know damn well that it's not your father's cock. He hasn't had an erection since the first surgery." Before she could add her own message, her phone chimed a reply from Helen. Pamela read it, and gasped.
"What did she say?" Johnny leaned in to look at her phone.
Pamela hesitated, and then read, "Nice! At least someone in the family is getting some hot young dick! Hope you don't mind sending a bit of that my way next weekend, Sis!"
"Oh, my god!" Johnny gasped in surprise and began to laugh.
