Deirdre's Tale - K.W. Steiner - ebook

DESCRIPTION: Middle-aged music director Deirdre Sullivan, wife and mother of three adult children, expands her sexual horizons over the course of a summer, thanks to her younger sister. EXCERPT: Deirdre turned to find Conor already stripping away his clothing. She reached behind her back to go for the dress’s zipper, but Conor stopped her. “I want to do that, Mom,” he told her. She remained standing before him, next to the bed watching as her youngest son stripped away his clothing to stand bare before her. His cock, long and slender, was already rising with light pulses. She felt her crotch dampen, as it always did when her son showed his lust for her. Without another word, Conor closed in on his mother and took her into his arms. His mouth found hers and they kissed, deeper than any mother and son should, and yet no different than they often did. Deirdre felt his manhood press into her pubic mound, as if seeking out a welcoming home to nest in. It would soon find it, no doubt. When their kiss broke, Deirdre found herself on her back, her black dress pushed up in a bunch around her waist. Her black-stocking clad legs were spread, pulled up and back, with her black heels still on her feet. The bed beneath her gave as Conor settled atop her. His mouth again found hers and as his tongue slipped into her mouth, so did his cock slip into her vagina. His entry was facilitated by the fact she had not worn underwear that evening, at her son’s request. His long cock slipped into her smoothly, until his scrotum kissed her anus. Her body immediately began to tremble beneath him. “Oh, yeessss, Conor! Oh, fuck me! Oh, god, yes! Fuck me!” Deirdre was soon panting. Conor pushed up from her and was grinning wolfishly down at her as he began to work his cock within her familiar sex-chute.  

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by K.W. Steiner

The Matrons of Regal Bay

Published by K.W. Steiner at Lot’s Cave

The Matrons of Regal Bay

Deirdre's Tale, © 2018, K.W. Steiner

Cover by Morgaine Wrightman

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All Characters In This Book Are Age 18 Or Older

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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either a product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual people living or dead, events or locales is entirely coincidental.

A Lot’s Cave Novel


Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4


Author’s Note

Family Exotica

Incest Erotica

Other Novels

Chapter 1

Deirdre Sullivan was the resident Symphony Orchestra leader at Regal Bay University as well as the head of the entire Music Department. She had held her current position for nearly half of her adult life, a position that was more a passion to her than a job. A strikingly beautiful woman, Deirdre was blessed with naturally curly, fiery-red hair, eyes that were sparkling emerald green, and pure milky white flesh. Freckles, though fading with age, still adorned her face, arms, neck, and upper chest. All in all, at forty-eight Deirdre still embodied the stereotypical idea of the Irish Lass.

Deirdre had been born in Cork, Ireland, and with her younger sister, Teagan, she came over to America to study music while still in secondary school, the equivalent to high school in America. Staying with distant relatives outside of Boston, Deirdre and her sister graduated two years apart, with Teagan following Deirdre’s lead in attending Boston College. While studying Musical Theory towards a Bachelor’s degree in Musical Arts there, Deirdre met and soon married Geoff Sullivan.

Geoff was a Boston born and raised MIT student who Deirdre was introduced to through her cousin Joan. Their first date, a double with Joan and her boyfriend, was to a Boston Bruins hockey game. Deirdre had enjoyed herself, and began to see Geoff semi-regularly for the next year. Eventually, Geoff was able to sweep her off of her feet. They married during the break between her senior and graduate years, and by the time she graduated with her Bachelor’s degree in Musical Arts; she was pregnant with her first child, her son Brian.

With his engineering skills in demand, Geoff joined the staff at the Gen. Bradley Military Research Facility outside of Regal Bay. Five years later they were the parents of 4, two boys and two girls. Though unemployed in any full-time capacity, Deirdre tutored the area’s students at the piano for many years. At the age of 35, when young Conor had started elementary school, Deirdre finally resumed her passionate pursuit of music. She completed her Master’s degree within a year and her Doctoral degree less than two years later. Honored with the title of Doctor of Musical Arts, Deirdre was soon offered a residency at the University, a position she still holds.

Though a mother of four children by the time she had settled into her role at Regal Bay University, she had little need to work out. Her slender frame was well maintained by a healthy diet, augmented by frequent walks either along the mountain trails or the beachfront. Deirdre’s strides took her miles each week, and kept her figure neat and trim. Geoff had installed a home gym in the basement of their home for himself, but Deirdre often used the equipment herself. As Brian aged, he would join his mother working out, and by the time he had grown into adolescence Brian was a strapping handsome young man.

Despite her motherly efforts, only one of Deirdre’s four children took to music. Brian, her oldest son, left home after high school to join the Naval Academy. Upon graduation he accepted his commission. Soon, Brian began to rise up the ranks of the Navy and was now an officer aboard one of the elite nuclear submarines of the Pacific Fleet. Deirdre and Geoff were very proud of their oldest child.

Their two daughters, Allison and Sarah, graduated high school with honors and left Regal Bay to attend separate colleges, pursuing separate fields of study. Allison had always enjoyed the outdoors and was leaning towards a career in wildlife conservation. She was away studying at the University of Oregon. Sarah, a freshman at 20, was on a course of study that may one day lead to a position in the Roman Catholic Church. She had spent a year at Holy Cross University, but had transferred to the University of Notre Dame and that school’s world-renowned Theological Studies program. Deirdre was very proud of both of her daughters, though she wished they would at least call a little more often than they did.

With their three oldest children away, that left Deirdre and Geoff with only their youngest son still in the house. Conor had been the lone child to be swept up in his mother’s music, and had displayed the gift at an early age. Conor was an expert pianist by age nine, and had begun to master several other instruments by the time he entered the high school’s program, where his Aunt Teagan was director. He played violin in the concert band through the winters, and trumpet during the marching band season. By the time he graduated from high school, seven different schools had offered him scholarships. But Conor had seen his three siblings leave home, and with his father away on government business most of the week, it left Conor and his mother alone in their large, mountain-side home most nights.

Seeing the way his mother was affected as her children left home, Conor didn’t want to cause her any more anxiety, so he accepted the offer Regal Bay University had presented him. It helped that he would be able to study under his mother’s tutorage. It didn’t help that he had long ago discovered that he had an Oedipus crush on her as well.

Since reaching puberty, Conor had found that his mother filled his dreams at night. For the most part they were ordinary, but on many occasions the dream would turn sexual. Waking with a raging boner after dreaming of his mother, Conor began to use images of her as his masturbatory figure. It wasn’t long before she became aware of the way he looked at her, not as a son to a mother, but as a young man to a woman. She liked the idea that she was still an attractive woman as she entered her late-forties. Few of her students seemed to pay her much notice and even fewer of the men her age. It was only after catching Conor in the shower, jacking off and mumbling, “Mom, oh, mom,” over and over again that Deirdre began to consider their relationship in a different light.

With the close of the spring concert season on campus, Deirdre had the majority of her afternoons free until the summer sessions began. This gave her a little more than six weeks to relax, enjoy herself, or spend time at her home piano working on any one of several pieces she was composing. It also served to give her a few evenings out, to spend with her husband when he was in town, or with her friends. On this particular evening, she had been invited out to dinner with her sister and a couple of their close friends. Recently, an Olive Garden restaurant had opened along the bay front, a short walk from downtown and the boardwalk. Teagan had suggested the evening to her earlier in the week, and Deirdre readily agreed. It had been some time since she’d dined out with her sister, she admitted.

That evening, Deirdre sat in front of the vanity mirror, refreshed from her lengthy shower. She had dressed in lavender slacks and a white blouse for the evening. She ran a brush through her long, fiery-red hair (though now artificially maintained by her hair-dresser friend Lisa Hayworth). She was looking forward to the night out with three of her good, long-time friends; Gabriella Santiago, her sister Teagan, and their cousin Joan Kuykendall. Gabriella and Joan worked at the university with Deirdre, though in different departments altogether. Gabriella was primarily a Sports Therapy instructor, but she also held the position as the women’s golf team coach. Joan worked in the Liberal Arts Department as an instructor of Advertising Management as well as Business Marketing. They would be joining Teagan for dinner and afterward the four would most likely stroll along the boardwalk and take in a drink or two at any one of the many small bars and dance clubs that were open for the season.

This get-together was a semi-regular monthly ritual for the women, a chance for them to talk about their work and families, but mostly to tell tales of their rather randy sex-lives. All four of them were members in the unofficial sorority known around the area as the Regal Bay Matrons Club, a group of middle-aged women who enjoyed a little something extra in their lives. Usually, that something extra was men, and the younger the better for some of them.

As Deirdre sat gazing into her own reflection, slowly stroking her soft red hair, Conor appeared in the doorway behind her. He leaned against the door jam, taking her in as she smiled at his reflection in the mirror. He looked as if he’d been pounding away at the keyboards, with an almost maniacal look upon his face. Conor had been working long hours of late on a lengthy original piece that would go towards his own Bachelor’s degree in Musical Composition, and which he hoped to perform during the winter concert season. His ash-blonde hair was all over the place, sticking up at odd angles as if he’d been tugging at it while working out the next stanza.

“I'm home, Mother,” Conor needlessly informed her. His voice held little of the Irish lilt hers maintained. She still had a musical voice even after more than thirty years of living in the United States. “How was your day?” he asked as he moved into the room behind her.

“Pretty quiet,” she replied, her Irish accent thick and melodic. In response to his unasked question, she told him, “I'm going out with Teagan and some friends tonight.” As she explained this, Conor laid his strong, yet delicate hands upon her shoulders. He began to massage the muscles in her neck and shoulders, an act she enjoyed on many occasions. It was also the opening stanza of a romantic opera.

“You're looking beautiful tonight, Mother,” he complimented her. Deirdre always melted under her youngest son's touch, and felt not only her nipples suddenly harden beneath her blouse, but her clit-bud tingle between her thighs. Conor took the brush from her and picked up brushing her hair. Deirdre looked at his handsome image in the mirror, seeing her absent husband in their youngest son's features, quite prominent now that Conor was nineteen, the age at which Deirdre had fallen in love and lost her virginity to Geoff Sullivan.

“Not too bad for a 48-year-old, I’d hope,” she conceded.

Deirdre rolled her head back to look up at her son, while reaching up to run her hands up his strong biceps. Conor grinned down into his mother's face and after just a slight hesitation, lowered his mouth to hers. Deirdre sighed as her son kissed her, lightly across the lips at first, while stroking his hands down her shoulders and upper arms. He switched sides, now over her left shoulder, and tilted his head to better, and deeper, kiss his mother.

Deirdre reached up and stroked his head, his hair growing longer and unrulier by the day. Conor admired his older brother Brian, but knew he would never have the kind of self-courage and discipline it took to join the Navy. Instead, he was accepting and embracing fully his life as an artist of music. He was definitely beginning to look and act the part of an eccentric composer, Deirdre thought, even at nineteen. And after spending hours of energy at his composition, he was obviously ready for another type of energy expenditure. The kind that included her.

Deirdre felt Conor's left hand cup her right breast and she gasped, but only slightly, as his tongue pushed between her lips to touch hers. She responded with her own, and their kiss grew ever deeper, while he cupped and squeezed his mother's breast through the fabrics of her blouse and bra. As the kiss continued and Deirdre's breathing began to quicken, Conor ran his left hand down his mother's torso, across her belly, and along her right thigh, before pulling back up between her legs. Deirdre moaned softly and allowed her knees to part as her son's hand cupped and squeezed her pubic mound.

Deirdre and Conor had been secretive lovers for over a year. It had all started when Deirdre came home from a night out with her sister and friends a little more drunk than usual. With a head full of stories told by her friends of trysts both real or fantasized, with students, their own sons or daughters, Deirdre had come home to a quiet house. As she headed for her own bedroom, she paused at Conor’s door. It was ajar, and she had nudged it further open. Inside, she had found Conor sleeping peacefully in only his boxers, and to her surprise and delight, his long, semi-rigid cock lay exposed across his thigh.

That night, Deirdre had been under the influence of alcohol and the echoes of the sinful stories she’d heard. That was the excuse she told herself afterward, in an effort to explain to herself why she had knelt down beside Conor’s bed, why she had gently lifted his manhood in her hand, why she had stroked him to full erection, and why, in the moment when her son awoke she leaned in and took his cock into her mouth. Conor had not resisted, as it was only later that she learned of his own infatuation with her. Instead, he had taken this first night of indiscretion as the opening of Pandora’s box, seeing it as a willingness of his mother to take their mother-son relationship down a sinful path to an incestuous affair.

At first Deirdre had been ashamed of what she had done. After a full night’s sleep to recover from the heavy drinking she’d done the night before, she escaped her home before Conor could confront her. For most of that day she remained at the University, trying hard to work on her piece while forcing the memory of what she’d done from her mind. Nothing worked, and when she returned home that evening she found her husband home for the week, and Conor paying her little attention. All of that changed when Geoff had been called back out to the Research Center the next afternoon, and Deirdre found herself alone with Conor.

That evening, Deirdre discovered that her maestro was no virgin. Indeed, Conor was as well versed in playing a woman as he was in playing a piano. Deirdre was pleasantly surprised at how her youngest son tended to her needs first, by bringing her off with his fingers, and then his tongue, well before he had even taken his own clothing off. She had repeated for him what she had done previously, though Conor refrained from flooding her mouth this time. Instead, son made love to mother on the floor of their home’s conservatory, at the foot of their grand piano. With a final crescendo of a finish, Conor flooded his mother’s womb with his viral seed. The line had been crossed, never to be retreated from, and neither Deirdre or Conor had any regrets or reservations from that night on.

Since that first night of passionate incest Deirdre and Conor had been lovers. That had been fourteen months ago. In that time Conor had been spending more time with his musical work, even to the detriment of his other class work. Although Deirdre suspected that her son had a young lover of his own, he had yet to discuss it with her. For that matter, she and Conor rarely spoke of anything but their own affair when the subject came up, and that was fine with her.

As Conor continued to stroke her pussy through the slacks, he began to kiss lower along Deirdre's chin and then her neck. Deirdre was lightly panting as her pussy grew ever more heated under the attention of her son. As it was, with the way their schedules had played out, it had been more than a month since he'd been free to show her such attention, long enough that Deirdre was sure he'd outgrown their short incestuous affair. Obviously, that was not the case.

When their lips finally parted, Conor’s delicate hands continued to lightly dance across the front and sides of her upper torso.

“You are very beautiful, Mom. Dad doesn't know what he's missing,” Conor spoke to her mirrored image. “I wish he wouldn’t spend so much time away.”

“I wish he wouldn’t, either. I think he does know what he’s missing, however. We talk all the time, Conor. He has his work and it is very important for him.” She paused, and then with a deep sigh she added, “I know that he has another woman in his life, and I don’t mind anymore. I’ve got you still, here with me. Your father still loves me, as he does all of us.”

“I just wonder that if he could spend more time here at home, then would he?” Conor asked her. “I think he likes staying away more than being here at home with us. We just don’t have anything in common, you know, Dad and I. He’s a military-minded engineer. We’re musical artists. Two entirely different worlds.”

“I understand, Conor,” Deirdre agreed. She reached up and patted the hand that rested on her shoulder. Deirdre had had the same thought many times about her husband and their relationship over the past several years. He had never really been interested in her music, and she had no desire to understand his engineering. Yet they had once loved each other very deeply, and still did. It was just a different manifestation of love now that they were in their middle-years.

Deirdre shifted from her son’s image in the mirror up, to look at Conor’s face poised above her. She returned his smile. Conor leaned closer and this time he kissed his mother's right ear. All the while, as Deirdre's body tingled under her son's breath in her ear, his hands began to tug upward at her blouse. His tongue flicked across her earlobe, sending a jolt through her that made her nipples spark to life. Again he moved to kiss her, and this time their tongues found each other to dance together. His right hand slipped up under her blouse to cup her right breast through the lavender bra beneath. Deirdre again moaned deeply, this time into Conor’s open mouth.

As Conor's hand squeezed and rolled his mother's tit within its encasing bra, his mouth slipped lower to again attack her neck. She felt his teeth dig into her flesh gently and her body tingled excitedly. Not wanting him to leave a mark in such a visible location, Deirdre stroked his head and whispered, “Come around in front of me.”