The Matrons of Regal Bay
Chapter 8
Wanda's Tales -- Part 1
Once it was all said and done, Wanda Vaughn realized that the only reason that her son had called that fateful day was to have her. In hind-sight, it had not bothered her at all. In fact, it had opened up a new and exciting world for the both of them. It did bother her in that she had hoped that Luke had called her, asking she stop by his apartment, and that they could have had a normal mother-son relationship. Theirs had been a strained one for many years, and they seldom talked since he had entered high school, even when he still lived at home. After he had moved out, she saw him even less. Her husband and son got along well, though even they talked little over the past years. But since Luke had moved out, and her husband worked long hours to provide a decent home and life for them, Wanda felt alone much of the time, and forgotten. When Luke had called her up out of the blue that morning, she had jumped at the opportunity to visit him.
What had happened next, in the confines of her son's apartment, she realized was out of her control from the beginning. Maybe Wanda should have turned and walked out the moment she realized that this was not your typical mother/son visit. Luke's apartment was in a standard block building, near the mall. It was a small three-room place, with a kitchenette attached to the living area, a bathroom, and separate bedroom towards the back. His living room furnishings were hap-hazard, consisting of a futon sofa and a used recliner facing a cheap television stand where the family's old television sat. A low coffee table separated the two, covered in empty soda and beer cans, as well as an empty pizza box from the night before. Two smaller tables flanked the futon, covered in similar debris as well as an over-flowing ash tray. Wanda could still make out the sweat scent of the illegal herb her son enjoyed.
"Thanks for coming over, Mom," Luke said as she looked around her son's place.
"I was kind of surprised by the invitation," she admitted. "It's the first time I've been here since you moved in."
"I guess I could have picked up a little," he said as he picked up the empty cans and laid them inside the open pizza box. "Sorry. I had a couple guys over last night. We watched a couple of movies," he added as he stepped around the short counter that separated the living area from the kitchenette, which also served as a table. It was likewise covered with various bits of debris and dishes.
"It's alright. What should a mother expect from her son, living on his own." Wanda stood in the middle of the living area, wondering if she should take a seat and realizing that she'd end up having to move clothing, either dirty or clean, where ever she chose. "Maybe I should take some of this laundry home with me. Get you caught up."
"Oh, okay, I guess," Luke replied. "Would you like something to drink? I've got Cokes and Sprites."
"A Sprite would be nice," she accepted, and chose to take a seat on the edge of the futon to wait for her son. He returned from the tiny kitchen with a pair of glasses in hand. She took the offered one and drank deeply. It was strange, but pleasant flavored. She took another sip, waiting for Luke to begin.
"I'm sorry, Mom," Luke began with an apology.
"About what, Luke?" she asked.
Luke settled beside his mom on the edge of the futon. "Well, I know I've pretty much been a dick to you for a while. I've not been the greatest kid you could have had. I've been selfish and took you, and dad, for granted most of my life. For that, and a whole lot of other things, I'm sorry."
Wanda reached out and rubbed her son's shoulder as she replied. "There's nothing for you to be sorry about, Luke. You've been nothing but a wonderful son. I love you and always will, even though I don't often get the chance to. I only wish you'd take the time to visit. I'd like to see you more than once every two or three weeks."
Luke faced his mother then and offered, "Maybe there's something we could do about that, Mom. I'd like to spend more time with you." Luke took her by the shoulders and hugged her, and as Wanda mewed in her son's arms, he took her head in his hands and kissed her. Full on the lips and with a growing passion. Wanda was startled, but her belly warmed and she accepted the sudden outpouring of love her son was showing her. She accepted that he might not understand how best to show a forgotten love to his mother. Yet she wondered why his tongue was suddenly slipping between her lips, and why she was so accepting of it into her mouth.
Their kiss broke off after a hesitating moment, and Wanda found herself feeling strange. Her head felt light, and her ears rang a little. She was still looking into her son's eyes. It was only a moment later she felt the front of her sleeveless top being pulled on. As confusing as that was, Luke had a look in his face she'd not seen in ages, and that had been on his father's face so long ago. It was a look that made her belly warm and her nipples tingled in her bra. She knew that they would be perked up and poking obscenely outward, so prominent. As Luke, her son, leaned forward and kissed her again, she wondered why she felt so suddenly as she did. Why was she feeling her nipples tingle and her vagina dampen? Why was she feeling so damned horny suddenly?
Later, she was to discover that her son had slipped her a "roofie", the notorious date-rape drug so popular in the collegiate world these days. Even as the effects were washing through her, Wanda wondered why it was happening to her. Why was her son pulling her blouse up and off? Now she sat next to her son, shirtless. Her white bra remained, but she felt naked.
Luke pulled her forward and reached behind her, and as he unfastened her bra, she kissed his shoulder and upper chest. She couldn't help herself. She was just so horny. As the material loosened and fell away, her mature breasts spilled out between their naked torsos, and Wanda let out a relaxing sigh of relief.
Luke stood up then and took her hands in his. He was grinning down at her, and she felt as if she were smiling up at him. "Unfasten my jeans, Mom," he said in a warm, yet sinister voice. As if in a trance, Wanda watched as her fingers began to unfasten her son's jeans. She knew that what she was doing was so very wrong, and yet she felt that she must continue or risk losing him again. She considered Luke's eyes, still seeing lust in them, and knew she had the same look in hers. She tugged his jeans, as well as his black briefs, downward. His young man's cock, a full seven inches long, sprang out and up at her. It was nowhere near hard or stiff, however, and hung limply from his light brown pubic bush. She noticed that he had a heavy set of balls as well, much larger than she remembered her husband having. She tore her gaze away from her son's package and looked up into his face once again.
Luke pulled her up by her hands and with her now standing, he dropped to his knees. Luke was tall, an inch over six feet, and even kneeling his face was aligned with her heavily hanging breasts. Her nipples were hard and so very near him as he began to unfasten the skirt at her waist. It fell away and she stepped out of it. Next, he began to roll her stockings down and off her feet, kissing the insides of her matronly thighs as he lifted each foot in turn. She was quite suddenly standing before her kneeling, naked son in only a pair of white lace panties. A shiver of fear and excitement washed through Wanda's body as she began to understand what was taking place. And yet she had no desire to stop him.
Luke's hands stroked upward along the outside of her thighs to her hips. He looked up at her, grinning, and then leaned forward to capture her right nipple between his lips.
"Oooohhhaaaahhhh!" She groaned loudly and placed her hands upon his head, but she didn't force her son away. Instead, she pulled his face tighter to her breast as her son suckled upon her. Her pussy lit up in that moment and she could feel her juices suddenly boiling and flowing. Her mind reeled and her vision spun. She felt as if she were about to fall into the abyss as the pleasures of her son's mouth on her nipple washed through her.
Before she knew it, Wanda was lying on her back across the futon, her feet still on the floor but pushed wide apart. Her panties were gone, tossed aside, and her pussy was on full display for her son. Luke still had a devious grin on his face, even as she watched him slowly lower himself between her parted knees. She felt his breath on her sex, and screamed for all to hear the moment his lips touched hers.
"Oooohhh, Luke! Luke, honey!" she groaned as she accepted being devoured by her son. Wanda moaned loudly as her son's tongue sent waves of pleasure up through her belly, and she realized that she was on the verge of an orgasm, brought on by her son.
Wanda cried out a moment later and Luke slurped noisily at his mother's gushing pussy. He ate her climaxing cunt with a gusto she had never before experienced, and her orgasm rolled seemingly forever. Wanda's mind spun and her entire body tingled as she was orally devoured by her loving son. She had no concept of time as she was thoroughly licked, and it could have been anywhere from minutes to hours that her son's tongue flicked and thrust in and around her pussy. Her mind spun through it all, and when she felt a sudden coolness between her thighs she moaned with disappointment. Her son's mouth was suddenly on hers and they kissed passionately. She tasted herself on her son's lips and tongue and thrilled at the flavors.
As they continued to kiss, she was rolled to her side, and suddenly she was atop her naked son, their mouths still locked together and her knees straddling his hips. She felt the hardness of his cock pressed into her pubic mound, just above her leaking, dripping, empty snatch. His hands were on her hips and ass, and below her his hips rose. His cock poked against her. She sighed, recognizing his needs as well as her own.
"Oh, god, no!" Wanda whispered even as she rolled her hips forward and began dragging the lips of her wet pussy along the underside of her son's shaft. When the spongy knob popped up along them, she shuddered excitedly, like a school girl. She hesitated, feeling him press against her once, twice, and then she relaxed at the point that her son's knob pressed against her winking, willing opening. He popped inside her and she cried out.
