The Matrons of Regal Bay
Chapter 31
Rebecca's Tales -- Part 1
Rebecca Thomas had been a respected member of Regal Bay's society for nearly two decades. When she and her husband Ron had moved to Regal Bay, she had been a thirty-year-old nurse newly hired on at the Regal Bay University Hospital and Ron had begun working at the Gen. Bradley Military Research Center nearby. At that time, they had two daughters in elementary school and a new-born son.
It wasn't long before Rebecca was invited to join the Regal Bay Matrons Club, as many of its members were wives of the men working out at the research center. Although she was too young to be included in their more secretive club, as its informal requirements were that the members not only be mothers, but mothers over the age of forty who enjoyed having sex with men half their age. Her marriage, she often explained to the other women, was wonderful and her husband never failed to take care of her needs.
Now in her late forties, Rebecca was a full member of the Regal Bay Matrons Club and one of the group's more active members. She was also one of the area's more sought after OB/GYN nurses and combined with her husband's salary, the Thomas' were well off. Both of their daughters had graduated with honors from high school and went on to good careers after graduating from college. Audrey, her oldest, was married with a toddler son. She had a degree in accounting, which she put to good use out at the Regal Bay Resort Casino. Heidi, Rebecca's youngest daughter, was also married, though she had yet to have any children. Like her older sister, Heidi was working out at the casino. She was one of the guest hosts, taking care of the needs of "High Rollers" as well as organizing and attending functions.
Rebecca's son Carl was now in his second year of college and working towards a career in health care, specifically in the field of Radiology. It was a field he had chosen in no small part due to Rebecca's good friend, Katherine Heron, who was the recently appointed Radiology Department head. All in all, Rebecca and her family had a good life in Regal Bay, and looked forward too many more wonderful years.
On one particular early June afternoon, Rebecca had taken an afternoon off to enjoy the summer sun. By two o'clock it was bright and warm on Rebecca's flesh as she lay out on the back deck of her home. She had spent the first hour swimming lazy laps in the family pool, her favorite form of exercise, before settling into her lounger on the deck. The house was quiet, though the neighborhood wasn't. Next door, old Dr. Guilfoyle was trimming around the dozen trees and half as many flower beds he had put in since retiring from the university. The buzz of his weed-eater seemed to echo around the valley that the adjoining backyards occupied. As a result, Rebecca had opted for ear-buds to listen to her music, since she'd be unable to her the deck radio over the noise anyway.
After a surprising three weeks straight of being home for dinner each night, Ron was spending the week in San Diego overseeing the start of a new naval project. Rebecca knew only so much about what her husband did for the government, only that it involved radar/sonar/GPS guidance equipment. As long as it paid well, the long stretches of being separated from her husband were okay with her. It wasn't as if she didn't have other things in her world to occupy her.
Shortly after leaving work, Carl had texted, letting her know that he was going to be hanging out with his friend's that afternoon after class. Carl and his friends, Tim and Andy, were close, having grown up together in Regal Bay, and were taking many of the same classes at RBU, though only Carl was in a medical course of study. Thus, Rebecca had the evening to herself, and although she had toyed with the idea of calling up a friend, she decided to enjoy a quiet afternoon and evening alone at home. That plan slipped away shortly after she climbed from the pool and dropped into the lounger to soak up the sun's warmth however.
After ten or fifteen minutes lounging under the sun's warm rays Rebecca pulled away her bikini top to let her massive breasts soak up some of the sun's warmth. She gave her body a brief once-over. Although her back often ached at the end of the day, she enjoyed having a 40 dd-cup chest. So did her husband, as well as several of the men she worked with at the medical office building. She admittedly knew that she was ever so slightly over-weight. Not by much, but her belly was round. She wanted to get out and exercise more, maybe join the gym like some of her friends had. Rebecca just didn't seem to have the energy after working all day, she reasoned to herself. Maybe if she had a few days off, she'd get herself motivated. What her friends often told her was that the only exercise she needed was more sex. Sex with young studs, like so many of them were getting.
Rebecca was quite aware that her friends were not only enjoying extra-marital affairs, a few of which were behind their husbands' backs, but a few were even bedding their own sons. What her friends were not aware of was the fact that Rebecca had been fucking her young son Carl for a couple of years now as well. With Carl still living at home at twenty, studying hard most days and nights, she was thrilled that he also enjoyed spending time with his mother, especially when their quality time included sinful, incestual sex.
The first time she and Carl had had sex, had happened right outside on the then newly-built patio deck, very nearly in the exact spot she now sunned herself. Carl had just turned 18 and had helped his father build the deck during the early months of spring. The pool went in a few weeks after and had not been ready to use as summer began. Still, Rebecca enjoyed lying out under the sun in a bikini she barely still fit into. Her belly had a middle-age bulge to it and bulged out between the top and bottoms of her suit. Her breasts were large and full, but also very soft. Her flesh was pale and in dire need of tanning. Rebecca had once been a fit and beautiful woman, but as with her mother before her, she had succumbed to middle-age and grown soft and plump after giving birth to three children in ten years.
At that time, Rebecca's soft, flabby body didn't seem to turn off her teen-aged son, however. She had noticed during that summer his eyes seemed to be on her more often. He was quite obviously checking her out, whether she wore her work scrubs or jeans and a t-shirt about the house. When he came out onto the deck while she sun bathed, his eyes lingered on her exposed flesh. For her part, she had been checking him out as well. He was slim and fairly average all around. He had dark hair and blue eyes, both of which he got from her. He wasn't particularly handsome, though he wasn't ugly either. Just plain, like his father. Carl was near-sighted and wore glasses. His usual attire was flannel shirts and jeans, along with tired old hiking boots instead of jogging shoes. The only time he didn't wear his particular "costume" was when he was out back in the yard. During the warm summer days, he usually wore the western-themed swimming shorts he had been given as a present from his sister some years ago. He still fit into them, some three years after, Rebecca recalled.
Thinking back on that fateful afternoon, Rebecca still had no idea what triggered everything that took place. Carl must have been thinking about it for some time, she reasoned. She imagined he might have even been jacking off in his bedroom at night, imagining what would take place before hand. Maybe he even had it all planned out, she wondered after.
On the fateful day in late August, Carl had joined her out on the deck after school. He wore his usual shorts, which Rebecca immediately noticed were bulged out quite prominently. The tube of his cock was all but distinct, running up and to the left, as were the round spheres of his balls beneath. She knew that Carl saw her staring as he walked up, carrying a pair of glasses filled with lemonade.
"I thought you'd be getting thirsty out here," he explained. "It's pretty hot today."
"Thank you," she said, accepting the cool glass from him and then taking a sip. That was when she realized that both of her breasts were completely exposed. She had forgotten all about tugging her top's cups down to let her large breasts get a little warmth. Her nipples were slightly dark, and warm. "Oh, damn!" she gasped. With the glass in one hand, she tried to tuck her tits back inside the bikini top with the other.
Carl knelt down and offered, "Want me to help?"
Thinking he was asking to hold her glass, she nodded and said, "Please." Instead of taking her glass, however, Carl reached for and took her left breast in hand and tucked it back into the bikini top.
