The Matrons of Regal Bay
Chapter 30
Wanda's Tales -- Part 3
Wanda had errands to run that Saturday morning, or so she told her husband. She'd gotten up earlier than she usually did for a weekend, showered, and dressed in a denim skirt and powder-blue short-sleeved shirt; she was headed out by seven thirty. Wanda did have errands to run, but not so many that she needed to leave that early in the morning. Instead, she wanted to stop by her son's apartment before he got up and headed for work.
Luke had recently hired on at the casino as a bartender and as a new employee he worked the early day shift. The casino bar opened at nine a.m. and for a bartender, that was the worst shift, as patrons tended to drink light and tip even less during the day. But he had finally gotten his foot in the door after two years of trying. He'd gotten fed up with the way he was being treated at the Rat's Cellar in the mall, and never missed an opportunity to tell her about it. Wanda hoped this new job would get him back into a more pleasant, and pleasurable mood.
At Luke's, Wanda slipped into his second-floor apartment with the key he'd recently given her. The small three-room place was quiet, and reasonably well kept up for once. Only his jacket and shoes lay haphazardly in the living room. She picked the jacket up from the floor and tossed it onto the futon sofa, which already held so many memories for her. Wanda went on through to the small kitchen area and removed two bottles of orange juice from the refrigerator. She opened one and took a short sip before heading on back towards her son's bedroom.
Wanda found her son still sleeping, gently snoring on his full-sized bed, wedged into the corner of the small bedroom. The only other furniture in the room was a chest of drawers and a small night stand, where she sat the bottles. Wanda had a magazine in her big carry-all and pulled it out before setting the bag on the floor beside the bed. She kicked off her slip-on shoes and then gently eased into the bed beside her sleeping son and propped herself up against the head board.
Wanda glanced through the magazine, but her mind was already elsewhere. She had intended to allow her son to awaken naturally and be there when he did. But Wanda felt her need growing from the moment she settled into the bed beside him. She had been absently stroking his unruly head of dark hair as she held the magazine. Wanda set the magazine aside and rolled towards her son. "Are you planning on sleeping all morning, Luke?" she asked gently. She stroked her hand down across his shoulder, naked beneath the covers, and down his upper back. She eased the covers lower until she discovered that her son had went to bed in the nude, as if awaiting her, she imagined.
Once she had shoved the covers so low as to have her son nearly uncovered and naked beside her, Wanda leaned over and began to lick her son's earlobe. He had left his stainless-steel stud in and she flicked at it with her tongue. This made Luke twitch and giggle, finally rolling away from her to escape her tongue. This only served to bring his cock, stiff with the "morning wood" of youth, into his mother's view. Wanda remained bent across her son's upper torso and continued to lightly kiss his naked flesh. Her lips bounced across his shoulders and chest, leaving a trail of kisses. Luke settled back to enjoy the way his mother continued to awaken him.
"That feels nice," he sighed, his eyes still closed. He lay his near hand to her shoulder and lightly caressed.
Wanda touched her lips across her son's small nipples. She licked each lightly, and then continued lower. His belly was firm, and rose and fell as he breathed. She tickled his navel with her tongue, making him giggle. Luke began to stroke her back as she ran her own hands up and down his flank, hip, and upper thigh. His cock wavered just inches away, yet she pulled up. She had breathed in the scent of recent sex, an unfamiliar scent to her. She also realized that she could smell the faint aroma of perfume in the room as well. Luke had not been alone last night, Wanda concluded. She looked at her son's features then, and saw a slight grin on his mouth. She'd want to ask him about it, but now wasn't the time.
Wanda sat up and with her eyes upon her son's naked form, she began removing her blouse. Next, she unzipped and slipped out of the denim skirt, while Luke wrapped his fist around his hard cock and began stroking. He opened his eyes and watched with a smile on his face as his mother stripped for him. Beneath her outfit, Wanda wore black underwear and knee-length stockings. Luke always told her how awesome she looked with black underwear on, as it contrasted well with her pale, milky flesh.
"Damn! You're one sexy women, Mom!" Luke told her, much to her delight. Wanda always enjoyed it when Luke gave her such compliments, whether they were truthful or not. Frank rarely said anything of the like to her anymore.
As her son stroked his cock, she reached back and released her bra to let her heavy, slightly sagging breasts fall free. She then lay back, raised her hips, and shoved her panties down and off. Now naked save for her black stockings, Wanda rolled back to her son and resumed kissing his torso.
"Keep going," Luke huffed after a few moments. He gave his mother a light nudge with his free hand while aiming his cock head towards her face. Wanda grinned and wrapped her hand around her son's. She let his fingers slip away as she lowered her mouth. Luke's cock slipped between her lips and Wanda began to lick around his pink head and crown. There it was, the hint of another woman's pussy at the edge of his crown around the shaft. She lapped it up, wondering who it had been, and finding that she enjoyed the taste. Luke moaned, rolled his hips upward to feed another inch into her warm mouth, and settled back to enjoy.
Luke stroked his mother's naked back as she began to bob her head up and down his dick. Her hands gently cupped and fondled his balls as her tongue coated his shaft with saliva. She would let his cock fall free at times to lather up his scrotum, before gulping him back into her mouth. Wanda had grown to love sucking on her son's wonderful cock in the several weeks since they'd first made love together, and she would give him this very pleasure whenever, and where ever he wanted. She had told him often enough.
"That feels so good, mom," Luke whispered. "I love the way you work my dick."
"I love your big, strong dick, too, Luke," she replied between slurps. She licked across his belly, stroking his cock in her hand. She returned to blowing her son. For the past few months she had learned what to do to pleasure her son, and just recently, under his guidance and insistence, Wanda had learned to take his knob into her throat. She would often gag, but she didn't resist him anymore. Wanda rose onto her knees and got a better angle on his cock, before opening her throat and plunging downward. His knob popped past the curve at the back of her mouth and into her throat. She fought back a gag as his hairy balls pressed into her cheek. Luke lifted his hips slightly, as if trying to feed yet another inch into his mother's throat, but Wanda couldn't hold back. Her body convulsed and she spit his cock out, trailing a thick sting of her saliva.
