Chapter 2
Bethany's Tales -- Part 1
Bethany Rose McAllister enjoyed everything about her life in Regal Bay. She worked as a math teacher at the high school, she had a nice home, good friends, and two wonderful sons. The one thing she didn't have was a man in her life. It had been nearly twelve years since her then husband had filed for divorce. They had been living in Tampa at the time, and her youngest had just started elementary school. She had been teaching high school mathematics since graduating from college. Beth thought she had everything in place a middle-aged woman could ever want or need. Instead, she found out that she had a thirst for young men, in particular those she taught at the high school. It was a thirst she never seemed to be able to quench.
Beth had been born in London, England, but immigrated to the United States with her family when she was only eight years old. They settled in Orlando, where her father worked at the big amusement park as a civil engineer. Her mother also worked there, as one of the many women who would dress up and entertain children as one of the famous cartoon princesses. For young Beth, a trip to Walt Disney World was a weekly event.
For much of her adult life Beth recognized that she enjoyed young men. It was as if her libido had stopped maturing during her high school days while her body matured into a voluptuous woman. By the time she had graduated from college with her teaching degree, she had continued dating boys who were still in high school. She only agreed to date, and then marry, Burton McAllister out of a need to try and make herself right.
Burt was a young man who had grown up living down the block from Beth and her family in Orlando, and she'd known him much of her life. She'd fooled around with him on several occasions over the course of her teen years. She thought that he was a nice enough guy and seeing as he was two years younger than herself anyway, she hoped that settling down with him would help to straighten her sexual mindset out. Instead, Beth continued to succumb to her urge for young men and maintained a few on the side behind her husband's back, starting just a year into their marriage. Every lover she took was under the age of twenty during those years, and even after giving birth to her first son, Burton, Jr., Beth continued to seek out young, exciting men for her needs.
By the time Beth had turned thirty, she had a second son, Bradley. Unfortunately, she could not be sure that Bradley was her husband's son or not. In the weeks leading up to her discovery, she had been with multiple young lovers who seldom used protection of any kind. By this time, she and Burton, Sr. had begun to grow steadily apart, and she suspected that her husband was seeing someone on the side as well. That began to bother her, even as she continued to meet young men, sometimes high school aged teens, in the back seats of cars, or in a restroom at the library, or in the janitor's closet in the high school gym.
Finally, Burton asked for a divorce. It wasn't really out of the blue, but it did take Beth a while to understand why. Papers were eventually signed, and Beth decided to make a fresh start of it elsewhere. Both of her parents had returned to England years before, and she had nothing to tie her to the Orlando area that she couldn't break with. So, after a lengthy search Beth settled on accepting a position at the newly expanded Regal Bay High School, where for the last decade, she and her two sons have enjoyed being a part of the community.
It wasn't long after her arrival in Regal Bay that Beth discovered that there was a group of women in Regal Bay with lustful tastes very similar with her own. In short order the thirty-something high school math teacher was warmly accepted into this sinful, secretive group with open arms. Soon after she was enjoying the delights of several virile young men, many of whom were the sons of the very same women who made up the group. As it would turn out, incest was almost as common among these women as hair stylist gossip.
Although never considering incest as an outlet, Beth began to toy with the idea as her oldest son grew into manhood. By the time Burton, Jr., or just Burt as she was want to call him now, had reached his senior year in high school, Beth knew that she would have to have him. He reminded her so much of her ex-husband at that age that she had to discover whether his father had passed on any other gifts to his son, such as a healthy, and lengthy, cock. She found out in good order, much to her delight. At the time, Burt was working at the Chamber of Commerce after school, doing odd jobs and making a little spending money before heading off to the Naval Academy after graduation. The first-time Beth had been taken by her son was during a warm Saturday afternoon in early November.
Beth had spent her morning working around the house, and as such hadn't taken the time to change out of her bed clothes. She had started running the vacuum cleaner in the front room when she was surprised by Burt's return home. He'd been out since early in the day, and she expected he would be out until the evening, such was the way his weekends usually went. Like his younger brother, who spent much of his time either in his bedroom or at friends' home playing video games, Burt rarely spent any time during the weekends at home with his mother.
"What are you doing home so early," Beth asked her oldest son as he tossed his wind-breaker across the back of one of the dining room chairs.
He dropped into the big sofa and snatched up the television remote control. "Kerry and her family are off to visit her grand-parents," he explained. "Some last-minute deal, I guess. She'll be gone the rest of the week-end."
Burt began to channel surf for a moment before settling on the college football game playing on ESPN. He settled back into the big lounging sofa that dominated their living room and popped the tab on the Dr. Pepper he'd retrieved on his way through from the kitchen. Beth had shut the vacuum cleaner off and pondered whether she wanted to continue or not.
Even though it was well past noon now, Beth still only wore her pink and white bathrobe as she cleaned. She had every intention of showering and dressing after she had finished. Burt's eyes were on the television when he commented on this fact. "I can't believe my mom is starting to dress her own age," he snickered.
"Why do you say that?" she asked with a tinge of hurt in her voice.
"You're starting to dress like an old house-wife," he grinned. "It's after noon on a Saturday in November and you're still in your morning robe. I'll bet you haven't even showered yet, either."
"I'm busy picking up after you and your brother, as well as cleaning the house you two live in and yet do little to help maintain, I'll have you know." When Beth would get upset, her English accent would become more prominent, as it started to then.
