An adult stories – Joyce, Simon and Mackenzie Ch. 02 by CanadianErotica,CanadianErotica It was lovely to see Hannah was already seated outside on the restaurant’s patio when Joyce arrived.
Hannah stood and Joyce moved around to sit 90 degrees to her, and they kissed each other’s cheeks in greeting. In comparison to Joyce’s knee length skirt, blouse and jacket, Hannah was dressed much more comfortably, wearing what seemed to be a very graphic bodysuit with ruffles under a similarly graphic maxi dress. Unsurprisingly, they both wore similar espadrilles, as that style of shoe had featured in one of their more recent conversations.
“Oh my god, it’s so good to have you back”
“Have me back? You are the one who has been gone on a months-long tour of talks, signings, and conferences Ms Successful Published Mystery Author and Television Writer”
After a long, and thoroughly delightful embrace, they sat for lunch and contemplated the menus before them.
“Have you been waiting for long babe?” Joyce asked, indicating the menu.
“No, no. I only got here a few minutes ahead of you. But I already know what I’m going to have.”
Hannah grinned. She’d been messaging Joyce for weeks about the specials menu, asking for frequent updates.
“The sausage roll and fries?” Joyce grinned back.
“What can I say? I love pork, pastry and fruit. And salty fries and Hotel food is so entirely lame, especially when you’re being rushed from city to city. And then doing even more things from your hotel room or whatever business suite they have”
The slightly younger woman looked tired, and Joyce sympathised.
While their several joint tenures on academic committees the past few years had not resulted in any joint academic publications (given that they were in very different fields and with different academic interests) their extracurricular writing interests overlapped much more entirely. They had together written a series of erotic stories which had made their way into a number of edited collections. And which were apparently well received. Hannah had also, somehow, also found time to write a mystery novel, published online as well. It had not only been picked up by a publisher, it had been featured on a celebrity’s book club, and things had exploded from there.
Joyce figured that somehow it made up for Hannah’s decision to leave academia. She seemed happy, if exhausted.
However, that didn’t last long as soon their conversation turned to their favourite topics: sex, and everything sex-adjacent. Joyce loved these conversations. Sometimes, with the application of wine, they ended with something approaching making out. A shame that this public forum and time of day would preclude the wine.
The wonders of the internet and chat programs meant the conversations hadn’t needed to entirely stop while Hannah had been away, but they had certainly shifted as she had become more and more frustrated, and Joyce had been increasingly busy since Simon had moved in at the beginning of the summer.
Joyce still held Hannah’s hand gently on her knee, and was leaning comfortably on her palm, elbow on the table with the occasional gesture to emphasise her points.
“You know, prior to the summer, I think- I spent a lot of time thinking about my ex husband”
“Oh?” Hannah seemed surprised. “But it’s been a while, yes?”
“Oh, decades now. Not mourning, really just, thinking about missed possibilities?’
“Ah, that. I’m.. familiar with that, in my own way” Hannah grimaced, considering her own relatively recently ended marriage, although in completely different circumstances.
Joyce moved swiftly on, not wanting to loiter on that sore spot.
“It’s your fault, I guess, I wouldn’t be thinking about it without that porn subscription you pointed me towards.”
Ah, there was a grin again, and Joyce relaxed. She hoped the slight rise in anxiety hadn’t been too evident in her grip.
“Oh? Have you been a bad girl, and watched a lot of porn?”
“I don’t know how you define a lot, but, I’ve been conducting a systematic review of the possibilities.”
Joyce’s eyes glinted, naughtily but also with appreciation. “Several repeated tests, for a lot of it.”
“And?” Hannah interrupted, not to spur Joyce to the point but a good sign of her own enthusiasm.
“I think” Joyce released Hannah’s hand, but left it on her thigh. Hannah did not pull back, but leaned in closer.
“I think, before, you know, it was never an issue of quantity of sex drive. I’ve definitely never had a problem there.” Joyce paused, trying to figure out how to put what she was thinking into words. Hannah’s fingers lightly stroked Joyce’s leg through her skirt from thigh to knee.
“I think, it’s the way that I’ve been able to systematically, categorise things and go through the possibilities, and eliminating things that I’ve realised I’m not actually interested in.. and how that’s allowed my fantasies and interests to gallop ahead and expand in the areas that really do turn me on. It’s been head-spinning.” Joyce took a sip of her water. “It’s been really head-spinning, especially since Simon moved in.”
At last Joyce locked in on Hannah’s eye, “it’s just been such a change, amongst changes and different opportunities that I couldn’t have predicted. I’m glad you’re home now though. It’s much easier to talk you in person than it is over the phone”
The two women smiled at each other as the waiter approached with their selections.
The conversation turned to Hannah’s experiences with publishing while they were eating.
“Oh, it’s been a couple of different things,” Hannah gestured with her fork, annoyed, stabbing the fries still on her plate.
“Oh God” Joyce stopped with a forkful of salad halfway to her mouth. “So what happened this time?” The forkful continued its voyage. After all, it was a very good salad.
“Well, now that my first book is done they’re pressuring me to really work on the second and third one. One of the editors suggested I should use AI to sort out most of the text of the next few novels, so I could dedicate my time to writing around the edges so they sound like my voice,”
Hannah’s voice was flat, and quite angry.
“So, did you get him fired?” Joyce asked after a few seconds?
Hannah’s smile returned, flinty. “No, but I insisted he never speak to me or contact me again. Now can we please talk about something more fun?”
Joyce nodded, carefully. “Of course. What would you like to talk about?”
Hannah didn’t answer for a moment, as a couple of wait staff emerged to take their plates away and bring dessert.
She continued once they had a bit of space again, and Joyce took a sip of water. “So tell me about what’s going on at home? You’ve danced around saying anything for months, and it’s really quite frustrating. Details, please?”
Joyce hesitated for a second, and then told Hannah about the lingerie shipment from the night before, and the conversation with Simon and Mackenzie, and then the second conversation with Simon. Hannah listened intently, leaning in and placing her fingers lightly back on Joyce’s knee. She didn’t react other than with her eyes widening slightly at times, until the end.
After Joyce finished, Hannah sat back and ran her fingers through her bob, showing off her very short hair on the sides of her head. “That, that is quite the story.” She blew out her cheeks, and then breathed out. “And not what I expected. Did he say anything to you this morning?”
Joyce shook her head. “No, I had to get up this morning early for some meetings, and didn’t get a chance to talk to him. Things seemed at an okay spot, all things considered, so I didn’t want to give in to my social anxiety and try to over-talk and over-think it with him” She took a sip of water. “I hoped that I’d be able to talk with you instead. So thank you for indulging me.”
“Indulging you? Thank you for trusting me enough to talk about it. And please, anytime you want to talk about it, call me, message me, whatever. I’m all ears for this, or anything else.” Hannah beamed, then her look turned to horror as her phone started beeping. “Dammit, I have to be at the lawyer’s in 30 minutes.” She opened her wallet, but Joyce waved her away.
“No, honey, I’ll take care of it. We’ll settle up later I’m sure. We always do. Finalising the divorce?” Joyce scratched her eyebrow, a bit embarrassed that they had largely neglected talking about Hannah.
The other woman waved a hand in dismissal “I wish it were finalising, but he’s dragging his feet with everything. It’s really frustrating. I’ll tell you about it tonight, or later, I promise.” She swept past Joyce with a kiss on her cheek and then said “At least you’ll be able to go nude at home now, I know you’ve missed that.” Having had the last word, she exited the patio and headed down the street towards their usual parking.
*****
“Hi, Mrs D”
Joyce looked up from her purse, and smiled genuinely at Mackenzie, who she found leaning a bit hesitantly against the patio’s rail.
“Hi Mackenzie! Lovely to see you. And I told you, I’d love it if you called me Joyce.”
Mackenzie nodded shyly, then gestured with her thumb over her shoulder.
“I didn’t know you were friends with Professor Hemstridge?”
Joyce nodded, and turned in her chair, then leaned sideways against the back.
“Yes, we were on the Faculty guild negotiating team together during the last round of faculty cuts to fund whatever that legacy building they’re still arguing about” Joyce rolled her eyes and sighed dramatically.
“In the end, we were both offered early retirement packages, and we both decided to accept.” Joyce’s eyes glinted with a bit of naughtiness “we have a few interests in common so it didn’t take very long for us to become friends,” Joyce ran her fingers of her right hand through her shortish hair, softly touching the pads to the side of her head “I tend to make friendships pretty quickly… which I gather is something you and I have in common, too. From what Simon says” the glint her eyes became less naughty, and curious.
Mackenzie nodded, the look in her eyes matching Joyce’s. “It’s true. Didn’t take very long for Simon and I to blow right past friendship into something else” her eyes widened, a little bit surprised by her admission.
Joyce relaxed a bit. It seemed the easy way that Mackenzie let things slip last night wasn’t just a one-time thing. Perhaps another thing they had in common.
Joyce gestured across to the other that Heather had just vacated “do you want to sit down and have a cup of coffee?”
Mackenzie smiled, seemingly grateful, which Joyce wasn’t sure she quite understood.
“I would love to but I have to get to the University for a class and..” Mackenzie looked over at the bus stop, and then back in resignation as a bus closed its doors “and that was my bus” She pulled out her phone, and Joyce could see she was checking the time table.
“Would you like a lift to the University?” Joyce asked, “I’m going to do some shopping at Stone Road Mall, before I go home.”
Mackenzie stood up, surprised. “Sure, Mrs. D, I’d love that.”
Joyce grinned as she stood up and gathered her things. “I told you, call me Joyce”
The conversation became general for a time as they made their way to the car. Joyce couldn’t help but think how pleasant Mackenzie was, as the younger woman talked about the courses she was taking, and how relieved she was that the longstanding agreement to do a joint theatre production with a nearby Christian university had not been renewed.
Shortly after they got into the car and pulled out into traffic, the general conversation ended. Joyce felt some relief, both at being able to give up small talk and that Mackeznie seemed content to once again lead the conversation.
The younger woman twisted around in the car seat to look directly at Joyce, who was perforce watching the road.
“So I’m not sure exactly what you said to Simon last night, but it’s really had an effect on him this morning.”
“Oh?” Joyce was a little surprised “he didn’t say anything to me over breakfast before he headed out this morning”
The light turned red, and Joyce turned to look at Mackenzie as she brought the car to a stop.
“So, uh..” She trailed off, invitingly
Clearly, Mackenzie was even less hesitant than she had been the night before as she answered
“Oh, there’s just been suggestive text after suggestive text all morning.” The younger woman stuck a finger into the collar of her shirt, and pulled it away while fanning herself with the other hand. “It’s been really quite distracting. In a good way. I’ve had to cum twice this morning.”
Joyce was thankful that she could take a breath before the light turned green and she brought the car back into motion. Her mind raced, and she found herself unable to frame any questions or responses other than encouraging noises. Or what she hoped came across as encouraging rather than tamping down the spikes of other emotions that she was feeling.
“So what has Simon told you about our conversation last night”
Ah, a double victory. Joyce was relieved to be able to contribute to the conversation and steer things away from asking Mackenzie more about her masturbation sessions, though her masturbation session the previous day came back to mind. Had she been on her knees and face down when thinking about Mackenzie cumming? She tried to clear her mind of that tantalising thought and focus instead on the answer to her question.
“He told me that you know about him borrowing your heels, and panties.” Mackenzie looked a bit embarrassed “I don’t think he outed me, but he didn’t borrow them alone. All three of us are apparently around the same size feet, which Simon says presents a lot of possibilities. I’ve certainly learned that I enjoy seeing him in your heels, and in his heels.” She turned to look out the window, and so missed Joyce’s shocked reaction, which she quickly schooled back to hopefully not-too-eager interest.
“No” Joyce supplied, into the pause “he didn’t tell me that.. Though the same offer applies to you, for borrowing my heels and panties, and things.” Another red light “I’d love to see how you look in my naughty things, or nude or whatever” That last, under her breath.
Oh shit. That hadn’t meant to come out. Breathe.
The light turned green,and Joyce smoothly accelerated then made a left turn. Mackenzie turned back to face her, not seeming to think of anything of the admission.
“Well, maybe you’d like to know that I’m wearing one of your thongs now, with one of the bras we received yesterday. Simon asked for that specifically. He’s been very… direct with requests the past week or so.” She looked away again, “it’s good fun. I’m so glad he’s able to be himself, living with you. And that he came here so we could meet, too” Mackenzie’s smile as she turned back was bright indeed, and Joyce couldn’t help but respond similarly.
“We don’t wear your heels out of the house though, Simon’s very careful about them”
Joyce was confused for a second, but was able to follow the younger woman’s train of thought as Mackenzie began to look ahead. “You could let me out here, I’ll get a coffee and cross the road” she said, starting to unbuckle as Joyce stopped behind a few cars at yet another red light.
“Will I see you tonight, dear?” Joyce asked as Mackenzie hopped out, and the other woman leaned back in, one hand on the door and another on the frame “No, Mrs – uh – Joyce. I’ve technical rehearsal tonight. But I’ll be staying over tomorrow night, if that’s okay.” She closed the car door, waved, and headed into the Second Cup, chatting with another young woman also heading in.
Traffic started up again, and Joyce’s mind was racing as she made her way past the university itself, and then made a right onto the road to the mall.
She did not think that Mackenzie had intended to out Simon, and she had guessed the bit about him wearing her heels. But new information, especially this new information was delightful.
With a grin, Joyce decided to make this shopping trip a bit more fun than she had planned. Good thing she had one of her toys in her purse.
***
The sun was still catching the light and the flowers as Joyce arrived home from her shopping. She decided to leave the more bulky items in the car. After her wrestling with them before, Simon could help carry them in.
The way that the door moved as Joyce leaned against it to get her keys out told her that the door was open. Switching her bags around, she freed her right hand, and opened the door.
“Hi Grandma” Simon looked up, smiling but also a little, something else? He couldn’t have been startled as he would have heard the car, though ‘caught’ was probably closer to it.
Or, Joyce considered, dealing with the complex emotions of following through on a decision he had made.
Simon was kneeling in front of the cupboard, and around him were several pairs of shoes. Those on his left, between them were six of her pairs, most of which had been in the cupboard, but also one pair of knee-high boots that had been in her room and the white stiletto slingbacks which she had noticed were missing. On his other side were more pairs of heels that she didn’t recognize. He was, surprisingly, mostly nude, only wearing lacy panties, Joyce could see from her angle that it was a thong. Not one of hers, she noticed, but Joyce rather liked the look of the waistline, so she’d have to ask Simon where he got it.
“Ah, Simon. I’m so pleased.” Joyce gestured with her free hand, putting her bags of groceries down.
Simon nodded “I’m so pleased you’re pleased”
“Keep on going kiddo, just let me put these in the kitchen.” Joyce picked up the bags again, taking them through and placing them on the counter, except for the ice cream which she put directly into the freezer.
As she came back through the hallway to the front of the house, Joyce could see that Simon was sorting through the shoe racks, trying to fit more things in “I think we have too many pairs of heels to all fit in the shoe racks, dear” Joyce casually mentioned as she sat down on the bench behind Simon, casually enjoying seeing him like that inside the house. Despite them sharing the hot tub several times a week since he had moved in, there was something about this situation that felt very different than all of those previous opportunities to see him topless.
Simon sighed. “I know.. I was just.. I know. I just wanted to bring down some of my heels so I could have them by the front door, just like yours.”
Joyce just let the admission that the others were his heels, rather than Mackenzie’s just go past. “Oh? I wondered if they were yours, or Mackenzie’s. I’ve never seen her wear heels here, so I wondered if she kept some pairs in your bedroom for fun activities”
An admission for an admission, some might consider that a fair trade.
Simon gave up trying to fit all the shoes into the cupboard, and turned to face Joyce, legs out before him, hands clasped just below his knees.
Joyce smiled and came down off to sit in front of him, pulling her up her skirt slightly to make it easier to cross her legs. Simon, seeing her smile, mirrored her movement, moving closer to her. Joyce couldn’t help but notice how it changed the positioning of his cock within his panties, but she distressingly found herself more distracted by being relieved she had mopped the front hallway only a couple of days ago.
“I was hoping that you might actually take me up on my offer” Joyce said, gesturing to his panties. “Last night you seemed unconvinced.”
Simon shook his head though he didn’t meet Joyce’s eyes. Rather, he seemed to be looking down. At her waist? Mirroring where she had looked? Or further down. Joyce set that aside as Simon answered.
“Not completely unconvinced, just trying to be cool. And I wanted to talk to Mackenzie about it before I really said anything.”
“Oh? That’s good of you” Joyce entirely approved of his concern for his partner.
Simon nodded. “She was very encouraging about you and I going nude, or wearing less clothes, or whatever” he seemed more shy about this than anything else.
“Oh? Did she mention a preference to you?” Joyce couldn’t help but grin “I actually saw her today, we ran into each other after my lunch with Hannah. I gave her a lift to the University after she missed her bus. She didn’t mention going nude though” Joyce looked to the side, thinking “She did seem very cheerful. She did mention you’d been messaging her all morning, horny boy” another grin.
Simon didn’t really respond, but his ears turned pink.
“Is it okay that Mackenzie mentioned that to me? I admit I’m curious, I love hearing about people’s sex lives. And I’m very curious about yours, even more so than I was before our hot tub conversation last night.” Joyce paused, considering “And the conversation in my bedroom, for that matter. And after talking to Mackenzie.”
“Well… Mackenzie and I both enjoyed the conversation last night” Simon admitted, picking up one of his heels, a red platform pump with a very tall stiletto, just fidgeting with it, and gently touching the edge of the patent leather with the pads of his fingers.
“Do you wear those out?” Joyce couldn’t help but ask. “Those are taller than anything I have! I think I’d fall over in them” She reached out with one hand, picking up the other help heel, feeling the smoothness of the material. A plastic kind of thing, rather than actual patent leather. Not really surprising. She guessed and she wondered how long she could wear it before it became uncomfortable.
“Where did you get these?” Joyce piled on the questions, hoping Simon didn’t mind “Could I try them on?” She put the one heel down upright between them, then reached down with both hands and released the ankle straps of her Espadrilles, which she handed to Simon, then moved back to the bench to try on the red heels. Unlike the Espadrilles, which Simon was now trying on, the red heels didn’t have an ankle strap. She stood up, experimentally, smoothing down her skirt to its normal length an inch or so below her knee.
“What do you think?” Joyce asked Simon, turning to model the heels from several angles.
“I would love for you to model heels for me. Yours, mine, Mackenzies” he said, almost quietly with an honest admission. “Or somebody else’s.” a beat and then “I’ve been into women wearing heels for a long time. But it’s only recently, just before I moved here that I started trying to wear heels for myself.”
Unlike Joyce he didn’t try to stand up, but looked up at her, his fingers idly feeling the materials of her espadrilles.
“I bought those from Facebook marketplace for $25, just after I moved in with you. They were actually from a woman at my parent’s church. I panicked, but she calmed me down. She gave me some other heels as well, ones that I like and that her husband disapproved of. She’s the only person at home that knows that I like to wear heels” Simon answered her questions from before. Joyce was glad he hadn’t forgotten, as she continued to pose. She decided to tease him, turning around to bend over the chair for a moment. She counted to three, hoped it wasn’t too long, then stood up and turned around again to sit down, pulling her toes up off the tile and pushing into the floor with the stiletto heels.
“These are really fun to wear,” Joyce admitted, slipping the heels off again. “You must prefer tall heels,” she said, glancing at the other pairs scattered around him.
Simon nodded. “Mostly, yes. I don’t wear them out of course, I just feel really fucking powerful when I wear heels.”
Joyce didn’t expect the fierceness of the response, but it was lovely to see him being so passionate when he’d been so reserved the night before. And generally, when anything remotely sexual had come up.
“Well, I think we should figure out how to make this front cupboard work” she looked slyly at Simon. “If you go to the car, there’s something in the trunk that I think will help us along with this project.” Simon stood up, in his heels. “Would you like me to wear these out to the car?” He was testing the Espadrilles, walking back and forth.
“Mmm. While I do love the idea- and I hope you put them back on when you come in, I think it’ll be better if you don’t wear heels, I don’t want you to fall with the awkward box.” Joyce considered for a second. “And it’s probably better if you wear something over your panties as well.. One of my robes maybe? A less sheer one?” Joyce smiled, then walked over and pulled out a black shortish duster embroidered with more black. “What about this one?”
Simon sat down on the bench to undo the ankle straps of the espadrilles, and reluctantly stepped out of the heels, gently took the robe, tied it about himself and walked out the door. Joyce reflected on the immense self confidence of some theatre kids, and that this was almost certainly a kind of performance for Simon. As somebody with exhibitionist tendencies herself, she certainly understood.
Hardly a minute later, Simon returned with a large awkward cardboard box. He placed it down, gestured to ask if he should return the robe, and handed it back to Joyce when she wordlessly put out her hand. He came over to her, gave her a great big hug “Thanks, Grandma, this is awesome,” then bent down to put the espadrilles back on again. Leaving the ankle straps undone, he carefully- but clearly, somewhat experienced, walked to the kitchen.
Simon returned with a knife, and together he and Joyce assembled some additional drawers atop the modular set already in the closet. Together they decided that they would share a drawer, with two cloth baskets inside. One side for her panties, the other for his. Likewise they together apportioned Mackezie her own drawer, to be used at her discretion. Simon ran off upstairs, and came back with several pairs of lace panties in his hands, which he shoved into his side of the drawer without ceremony or folding.
After realising that the front closet was now rather crowded, Joyce got Simon’s help in sorting out things that could be distributed to other places, and taking away her winter coats and things really wouldn’t be needed for several months. In the end, the closet was much less crowded, and they were even able to get some more of Simon’s heels in there.
“Do you want some help taking your heels up to your bedroom, Grandma?” Simon’s eyes were blazing with good fun. Perhaps verging on the manic, but Joyce could feel the energy and excitement affecting herself as well.
“Yes, I’d love that. But, I was wondering” Joyce couldn’t help but trail off. But Simon knew, of course, what she was thinking.
“Of course you can go naked.” He moved a foot or so backwards towards the kitchen to give her space, then leaned against the wall, his arms full of assorted pairs of boots and shoes and coats.
Joyce smiled, and undressed. Most of her clothes went into the bin, as usual. Her panties, of course, went into the new drawer. The gesture seemed like a lovely statement of intention. Turning back, she picked up her portion of the load, and followed Simon up the stairs. She couldn’t help but notice that his bum really did look very nice in a thong. She was envious, in fact. She also wondered what they’d look like in thongs together. Stuffing those intrusive but delightful thoughts back with a shake of her head, she followed Simon into her room.
Simon dumped his load onto her bed and turned back with a broad grin. “Can I explore your bras if I help you put everything away?”
“Of course you can sweetie” Joyce responded, placing her collection next to his. While they sorted things out, she started composing her first text message to Hannah. A tease to start perhaps, then a long convo in person to follow.
***
On the way back from some early morning errands, Joyce was fairly surprised to see Simon and Mackenzie get off the bus. She waited on her bike for them as they crossed the street.
“Home already kiddos? I didn’t expect you back until dinner time?” She spread her legs wide, almost wishing she had worn flats instead of heels for bike riding, although seeing Simon being unable to keep himself from checking out her heels in public gave her a certain thrill.
“Electrical problems at the theatre. Plus flooding from last night’s storm. Everything’s cancelled. We were going to stay and rehearse but it turns out it’s a major fire safety hazard to be in that building without any power and when access to some of the fire evacuation doors are blocked by downed power lines and giant puddles.” Mackenzie smiled “The things you learn as a stage manager trainee.” Simon just grinned and added “I’m just talent. I follow her directions.”
Joyce couldn’t help but ask “Oh? And what, pray, were her directions?:
Mackenzie looked around, quickly, “I told him to take me home so that I could dig my heels into his back as he eats me out.” She stopped, as the occupant of the house they were approaching came to take their recycling and compost bins back to the house.
“Hi Joyce, Hi, Simon” the neighbour greeted them, with a nod for Mackenzie. Simon blushed, and Mackenzie nodded in return, while Joyce waved.
Joyce wondered if they were testing her with such a provocative statement, seeing how bluntly they could talk about sex with her. We’ll if so, Joyce was certainly in the mood to reward them.After a second, she filled in when the two younger people didn’t say anything. “You know, there’s something quite hot about talking about sex in public, and almost getting caught. The trick is to keep on talking just up until the person passing you might hear, and then being very smooth in the switching back and forth. Maybe it’s something we could all practise together.. That might be fun.”
This actually made Mackenzie blush, a first in Joyce’s experience. Simon’s ears turned pink as well.
Joyce took pity on the younger couple, and changed the subject to the damage at the University, which sufficed to carry them all the way to the front walk. Joyce went into the garage to put her bike away while Simon went and opened the door.
As she came inside, Simon and Mackenzie had already undressed. Simon was wearing heels, this time a pair of nude Jessica Simpson stiletto semi-d’orsay pumps. Other than that, he was completely nude. Mackenzie was just putting the last of her clothes away in her drawer, and changed into a black thong-cut bodysuit with a high neckline and a large keyhole back. Joyce envied the ability to go without a bra, as she could see the younger woman wasn’t wearing one. Joyce could also see in the open drawer that both maternity bras were still there. And, apparently, had been there for some time.
Joyce closed the door behind them. “Have you two been waiting for me?” without looking away, she started to undress, undoing the side zip of her dress, and taking it off to stand in her heels and underwear.
“Of course,” Simon said. “We do love watching you undress,” Mackenzie added, slightly distracted as she pulled a pair of black patent stiletto Mary Janes with two straps from the cupboard, and stepped into them. She was slightly taller in her heels than Simon was in his.
As Joyce hung up her dress in the closet with an “I might go out later,” she realised what the other two were waiting for. She stuck out her ass slightly, leaning on the door and the edge of the closet like a pin-up. Both younger people laughed, enjoying the show. “I should learn how to do that,” Simon remarked. “I could earn money from posing.”
Joyce carefully, leaned out further, lowering her grip, then wiggled. Simon breathed out gustily, which she hoped was in appreciation, while Mackenzie giggled.
Deciding she had teased enough, Joyce straightened up, and removed her lacy thong. She was not surprised when Simon reached out and took it from her, immediately putting it on himself. He twirled, and seeing the chair, grabbed the back of it, first brought his crotch towards the back and then out, in what was a clear, but only partially successful attempt at a sinuous curve. But he couldn’t stop himself from laughing, so he stood up, winked at Joyce, then headed up the stairs towards his bedroom with Mackenzie close beyond.
“Let me know if you want me to make you lunch” Joyce called after them as she admired them. She had to admit that Simon’s bum did look very good in a thong. Perhaps if she pulled out her sewing machine, she could make him some panties that would accommodate his cock better, in the lovely lace he enjoyed so much. She tucked the idea away in the back of her mind for Christmas.
Entering Simon’s room, they once again left the door open, as they were wont to do these days. So far, they hadn’t noticed Joyce watching them, but on the occasions they’d had the house to themselves, the idea had certainly appealed.
Simon took the duvet off the bed, folding it as best he could and placing it on a chair. Mackenzie went to strip the sheets, but Simon waved her off. “I changed the sheets this morning, we’re good to go.” Mackenzie beamed at him in response.
“Look at you, mister prepared. And how does Joyce feel about you changing your sheets so often?” She came over to him, placing her hands on his shoulders and kissing him on the lips. When they finally broke apart for air, Simon remembered to answer.
“Well, I’m doing all the laundry at the moment, as part of our deal for me having access to her lingerie. I’m sure she’s noticed to be honest”
“Of course she’s noticed” Mackenzie retorted “People like her notice everything.”
She made her way over to the bed. “Why don’t you go get yourself cleaned up” she wiggled her eyebrow “I have a few things I want to do to your pretty ass,” she grinned as she spinned, and then deposited herself on the comfortable bed.
Joyce went to the back of the house, and made herself comfortable on her chair, enjoying the light through the windows on her skin. She opened the cupboard and pulled out some toys. As always, she started these kinds of sessions by rubbing cream into her skin, tingling with anticipation knowing that she would spend quite a bit of time focussing on her nipples before using the toys. She smiled, knowing from the sounds coming down the hallway that the two young lovers had left their door open. It wasn’t strictly necessary. This house had many benefits, but one thing that it lacked was soundproofing or much internal insulation. Living alone, this hadn’t been a big issue, Since Simon had moved in, she had been nervous about making too much noise. Now, it seemed, maybe it wouldn’t be an issue.
Joyce closed her eyes, giving in to her overhearing and letting her anxiety drift away.
As Simon entered his room, he could see that Mackenzie was already ready for him. She had unsapped the crotch of her bodysuit, had her legs spread and knees open as she lightly touched herself, and she was pinching one nipple through her bodysuit. On Simon’s computer screen, there was playing their favourite porn, that started with a very full-breasted woman in her 30s being fucked while hooked up to a breast pump.
This time however, Mackenzie had advanced it to the second scene, which involved a woman about their age, likewise with full breasts in a hotel room, on what initially looked like a massage table. As the camera moved, viewers were able to see that her breasts were hanging through two holes, and a young man lay on his back on a lower level, with the woman’s breasts within reach of both his hands and mouth. Mackenzie’s eyes were fixed on the screen, gently touching herself as Simon slid onto the bed behind her reaching around her hip to trace the seams of her bodysuit against her leg, and across her chest.
“Mmm” Mackenzie murmured as she reached behind her, and took Simon’s cock into her hand, slowly stroking it through his panties without taking her eyes off the screen. She smiled, distracted, as precum soaked through the lace to glisten all over her hand and Simon began to kiss her neck and shoulders. She enjoyed feeling his chest against her back, framed by the bodysuit.
“I love thinking about you being under that table, enjoying a milky treat” Simon murmured, his hand moving down to Mackenzie’s clit and teasing it. She responded by moaning, and turning her torso towards him, and hooking one leg over his, tracing his calf with the heel. Unlike other times, Simon and Mackenzie seemed content to take things slowly this morning, and they touched each other slowly, gently, precisely, until they were both so turned on and the smell of precum and wetness started to really permeate the room.
The scene changed again, this time to show a group of men and women in a hotel room. Like in the previous scenes the women were lactating, and in this one the men had exceptionally large cocks.
“Mm I wish I could smell that room after they fuck. Such a delightful mess” Simon murmured into the side of Mackenzie’s neck, where he was kissing. Mackenzie squirmed, enjoying the feel of his lips on her neck, and his hands on her, but finally she tore her gaze away from the screen, and rolled to face him.
“Are you ready baby?” She asked softly after she kissed Simon’s nose. He nodded, then rolled so as to be nearly off the bed, while he watched Mackenzie arrange herself on her back, with lube and toys close to hand. Simon grinned as he almost absentmindedly stroked his cock, precum getting all over his fingers. Mackenzie gently removed his hand from his cock, cleaning his fingers by placing them into her mouth one by one.
“Hey now, you know that precum is mine. I don’t want you wasting it” She grinned, and beckoned with one curled finger at Simon.
“Come here, babe.” Simon obliged, going on hands and knees above her, in a 69 position. He arched his back and stuck out his ass as best as he could, and lowered his head to his girlfriend’s pussy as he felt her start by squirting some lube onto his anus. Simon tried to focus on the clit and wetness and everything in front of him but he found himself unable to keep his eyes open as first Mackenzie used her fingers, then slid in a toy. It wasn’t the butt plug, which he expected, but instead the 6″ dildo with the suction cup. It was simply unfair that she was also sliding his cock between her tits at the same time, getting the precum all over them and her bodysuit’s neckline.
“Ooh, I do love fucking your ass” Mackenzie sighed, continuing to tease his cock as she pumped the dildo in and out of him slowly. “I think I’ve had you so excited all morning you’re not going to last very long, poor boy.”
Simon grimaced, but replied honestly. “No, I’m going to cum soon.” He breathed in sharply, as if that would have any kind of effect on stopping the orgasm that he was rapidly building towards.
“Okay, then I want your cock inside me now.” Mackenzie patted Simon’s ass, and he rolled off of her.
Simon raised his eyebrows, enthusiastically waiting for instructions. Mackenzie, of course, did not hesitate.
“Okay. On your back. I want you to fuck me with that dildo still in your ass.”
Simon grinned, and complied. “Okay, I’m ready, ” he said when he was comfortable. He held Mackenzie’s heels close to him as she straddled him,and settled down onto his cock. “I love how wet you get” he murmured, as she took him entirely within her.
Mackenzie leaned down to kiss him on the lips, her hands either side of his face. Simon was overwhelmed by the smell of pussy, precum, lube and everything else for a moment, and kissed hard back.
They were locked on each other, Simon’s hands on Mackenzie’s legs, gently, while she gripped his wrists tightly. She didn’t have to lift herself up on his cock and lower herself down too many times before he was spurting cum deep inside her, and she ground against him as she took all of that inside her too.
When after a good number of spurts it was clear Simon had given all he could, Mackenzie grinned. “My turn, now.”
Simon reached out with both hands to take Mackenzie’s, and carefully they manoeuvred so that she was squatting astride his face. Simon released his hands to more precisely position her, then pulled her cunt down on his mouth. Mackenzie’s head went back with pleasure, and jerkily one of his hands went to her lower back to keep her in place. Simon was as usually ferociously eating his cum out of her, and he hadn’t been the only one who had been supremely turned on that morning. Between playing with her breasts, her clit, and dragging her finger’s across SImon’s scalp as she futilely tried to grab his too-short hair, it wasn’t long until she was bucking into his face, mashing his nose into her clit hood. She came in a rush, squirting all over Simon’s face, shoulders, chest, pillow and bed.
Mackenzie collapsed forward, with Simon’s face in her stomach, her tits just on the edge of the bed, which she wrapped her fingers around trying to return to steadiness and breathing.
“This is so much more fun than rehearsal” Simon murmured into her stomach as they both lay there, recovering and soaked.
*****
After their various adventures that morning, Joyce ran into Simon and Mackenzie in the kitchen as she prepared lunch for them. Joyce was wearing one of her sheer short robes, and she could feel it just sitting just halfway down her ass. She had also put on a pair of Simon’s tall heels when she began to hear them stir, hoping they would come downstairs. She noticed that Simon kept on looking at them. Black patent, with criss-cross and an ankle strap, they were surprisingly comfortable, and she was considering asking to wear them for her next night out. Or just wear them around the house. Fucking Powerful, just like he had said.
“So, Kiddos, what’s your plan for this afternoon?” Joyce asked as she tripled the amounts of what she had been preparing for lunch. “Are grilled cheese sandwiches good for everybody?”
“Yes please, Grandma” Simon replied, putting his head down on his crossed arms on the table. He seemed tuckered out, not surprising given the evident effort of his morning. Mackenzie just sat back in the chair, and echoed his response.
Joyce couldn’t help but tease them. “Are you going to go another round? That was certainly noisy, and energetic, and to be honest, inspiring.”
Simon didn’t move, but Joyce could see his ears turn pink as he’d never blushed before for her. It was adorable. Mackenzie snorted “I’m afraid that I’d pull a muscle doing that more than once in a day”
“Something something youth and energy” Joyce responded, continuing to tease them. “Well, if you’re feeling a bit achy, would you like to join me in the hot tub after lunch?” Joyce innocently asked, “Bathing suits are not required. In fact, they’re entirely discouraged.”
She didn’t turn around, took one sandwich out of the pan, sliding it onto the waiting plate before grabbing the next one and putting it into the pan. Joyce wiped the butter off her hands onto the waiting hand towel, but half her attention was trying to figure out what was happening from the silence behind her.
“Sounds good. Relaxing” Mackenzie said, and Joyce smiled very widely indeed as she finished the last sandwich, plated it, and turned around to serve them. “Well, in that case, let’s have lunch and get out there.
***
It was warm and hazy as first Simon, then Joyce, then Mackenzie went out to the hot tub, Joyce claimed her usual spot with her back to the garden, while Simon and Mackenzie as usual sat together with their back to the house.
At first, nobody said anything. But where it might have been an awkward silence, Joyce was relieved that it was at least to her, much more comfortable. Comfortable enough for her to start down the list of questions she had developed earlier that morning.
“So, I’ve noticed that you two haven’t used that nursing bra in a while?” Joyce took a sip from her drink. “Clearly things are still fine from what I overheard earlier. Are you two still into lactation fantasies? Or have you moved on from that?”
Mackenzie looked at her straight, intensely, not even a small grin this time. “Are you going to take the question back this time, or do you actually want us to answer?” She asked pointedly, but not unkindly.
Joyce was just able to keep down her mix of excitement and anxiety. “No, I’m not going to take the question back. I’m very curious about you two, I can’t help it. I’d love to know.” She gripped the edges of the hot tub, trying to push her anxiety out into the structure of the thing.
“Do we get to ask questions as well?” Simon asked, who removed his arm from where it had been around Mackenzie’s shoulders, but he turned towards his girlfriend and kissed her neck, then looked back at Joyce.
Joyce replied “Yes, please. I’d love that. I’ve been hoping you’d ask questions about my sexual side since you moved in.” To her relief, Simon grinned and Mackenzie softly punched his shoulder. “I told you, babe. We could have been talking to her about this for weeks.” She looked across at Joyce “I’m sorry we didn’t. I’ve been wanting to ask questions since I met you, and well, we have a clue about how Simon feels, given how much he enjoys your panties.”
Joyce grinned back, relieved, but also not particularly surprised. “Is there anything you’d like to ask me?” She softly stroked the edge of the hot tub, feeling all the different textures of the cement blocks, the hard plastic and slots of the rim around the hot tub, and then the still hard plastic of the hot tub itself, but with some give. She was keenly aware of the way her breasts were slightly buoyant in the water, and also the movement of water around her body. She wondered, briefly, what it was like for Simon, if his cock felt it as keenly.
“Maybe we should answer your question first?” Mackenzie asked, looking a bit hopeful. Simon agreed, “We could do that.” He looked at Joyce. “What was your question again?” And Joyce knew that Simon knew, that Mackenzie knew, or at least guessed. She could feel most of the stress departing her shoulders.
Joyce liked the process, and so she complied and asked her question again.
Simon looked at Mackenzie, gestured to her with an open hand.
“I guess Joyce the truth is that the bra just hasn’t worked out the way that we hoped it would.”
“Oh?” Joyce prompted, fascinated.
“I think part of the problem is that I wasn’t particularly listening to Mack when she was telling me what turned her on about lactation, and I was mostly focused on myself.” Simon admitted, looking sheepish.”
“Ah” Joyce turned her head to the side, as connections flared. “So, I’m guessing, Mackenzie,” She paused. “Actually it’s probably better if I just ask instead of guessing” She beamed at the younger woman. “I’m very curious what turns you on about it. And how you got into lactation”
Mackenzie smiled back, a little cautiously. “Well, the second part is earlier to answer. Few years ago I was looking at porn on Reddit and I randomly came across a video, and it was a lactating woman milking her own tits onto two other women.” She squirmed a bit, placing a palm against her neck and rolling her head back, thinking about it.
She brought her head back up, and glanced at Simon, who gave her a small “go on’ gesture. “Now that I think about it,” Mackenzie continued, “the woman in the video who was lactating was pretty young, probably about my age, and the other two women were older. But, my fantasy is very much about older women, and me taking the place of one of the two women on the floor. I just love the idea of suckling, and I love playing with other women’s tits, and it’s just such a thing that turns me into a puddle, really.” She chuckled, then reached down between her legs, then put her fingers into her mouth, clearly an instinctive gesture.
Joyce was so turned on to see that Mackenzie was comfortable enough around her to forget, almost, where they were. The younger woman froze, and slowly lowered her hand from her mouth.
“No, honey, don’t be ashamed of that. I love tasting my own pussy, too, and” Joyce reached down herself, then licked her own wetness off her fingers, then shrugged. “If you’re turned on, I don’t want to discourage you.” She smiled, a bit shyly, and both SImon and Mackenze smiled back.
“What about you, Grandma?” Simon ventured. “Is lactation play one of your turns-on?”
“Turns-on?” Joyce asked.
Simon grinned. “It makes sense to me. Like Culs-de-sac.” Joyce turned to Mackenzie and soundlessly repeated Simon’s justification, making the younger woman laugh before she turned her attention back to her grandson.
“Since you ask, sweetie, It is” Joyce paused, hands moving in air, her gaze above Simon’s head as she tried to gesticulate her thoughts into a communicable form. And how to explain her little shopping spree, too.
After a few seconds, Joyce brought her head back down to look at both Simon and Mackenzie. She took them through her thought process that afternoon, starting with being puzzled by how overhearing them this morning had been so much hotter for her than it had been previously. She led them point by point through her experience as a breastfeeding mother herself, especially the confusion.
Simon and Mackenzie both seemed fascinated, so Joyce continued. “Err, um. The rest of this is very much about my sexual side, would you like me to continue or just leave it there?” Joyce asked, seeking reassurance. The younger two looked to each other, and then Simon spoke for the both of them. “Oh, please continue Grandma, I think we’re both quite interested.”
“And perverted.” Mackenzie muttered. “And turned on” she continued after a second.
Joyce rewarded her with a smile. “Anyways, this morning, when you two were having so much fun, I checked out a few stories, and I watched a video, and, maybe it’s going too far, but, I’ve been wanting to increase breast play within my sex life. I mean, They’re so sensitive and I enjoy them being worshipped and played with. And it’s been happening so infrequently.” Joyce reached over with both hands and gently teased both of her nipples, rolling and pulling on them. Mackenzie couldn’t help but mirror her movements, focused as she was on the conversation, and Joyce guessed, although she couldn’t quite see, that Simon was rubbing his cock with the palm of his hand.
“What kind of breast play do you enjoy?” Simon asked, half-distracted.
His eyes sharpened on her, and his hands both came out of the water as Joyce answered.
“Sometimes I use clothespins to put pressure on my nipples. I like to pull on my nipples. Twist them. Pinch them gently. I like it when I’m on my hands and knees and my nipples brush the carpet or tile. Sometimes I take my nipples into my own mouth, and suck on them gently, or bite them.” Joyce lifted up both breasts with her hands, and demonstrated her ability to bring her nipples to her mouth.
“That is really something” Mackenzie whispered exactly at the same time Simon whispered “That’s so hot.”
Joyce felt joy, excitement, and other emotions leaping up within her as she lowered her breasts back to the water, but still cupped them in her hands.. Maybe, just maybe what she was going to say next wouldn’t be too far after all.
“It’s been a long time since I’ve had anybody else worship my breasts, and I miss it” Joyce paused for breath, then plunged on, “I was thinking, hoping that if you two were still interested in lactation play…” Joyce trailed off.
“If we’re still interested?” Simon prompted.
Joyce shook her head, regathered her courage and continued. “It turns out that there are hormones, medicines and equipment available, and women can use them to start lactating, even if they haven’t given birth recently. Of course, once you start lactating, if you continue milking you can keep going for years.” She looked at the younger couple, who were both eyes wide open in wonder. Mackenzie’s mouth was open. Simon also seemed very intent in keeping his hand above the water.
“I was thinking, if you were both interested, I would be, I would absolutely love to take the hormones and start lactating again for you two, for the three of us to explore these things together.” She looked at Mackenzie “I know Mackenzie could do the same thing but it’s pretty expensive and well, I can afford it. And I thought it would raise many fewer questions than if this darling girl” Joyce reached out with her foot and gently nudged the other woman “started lactating all of a sudden, with the bigger tits, and the need to pump and those things. I stay at home a lot, I can hide the pumping, and I’m not sure anybody would notice if my tits started to fill.”
There it was, Joyce left it as plain and flat as she could. She prayed that Simon and Mackenzie wouldn’t freak out. Her hopes were redeemed, though as they were quickly, and obviously smiling at each other.
“Thank you, Grandma, we would love that” Simon said first.
“Yes, thank you Joyce. We” Mackenzie paused, looked back at her boyfriend for permission, then continued. “It’s something we’ve talked about, and both of us found it a very hot fantasy. As you may have overheard.”
With a sigh of relief Joyce nodded. “Good, yes. I got the idea when I overheard you, earlier. And I’m pleased, because I’ve already ordered the hormones and the breast pumps. They’ll be arriving in a few weeks. I’ll need to order some maternity bras, though, the ones in the drawer certainly won’t fit me.”
Simon blushed “Oh, what are we going to do with those? I would hate for them to go to waste” but Joyce had already considered this.”Don’t worry about it sweetie, we can donate them to the Labour and Delivery department at the hospital. Some new moms who need them will very much appreciate them.”
Joyce was a little bit surprised by the pause, and the slight awkwardness as the three of them tried to catch up with all that just happened. For all her worry about the response to her proposal, she hadn’t had time to worry about what might come next.
Joyce waited with bated bread, but both Simon and Mackenzie smiled at her, and each other. Broadly, smugly, luridly. First Mackenzie then Simon reached out a hand, and when Joyce reached out to take their hands in hers they pushed off and floated over to perch on a bench on either side of her First, at a distance, then closer. Very close, actually. Simon sat with his hand behind her on the edge of the hottub, but she could feel his cock, semi-hard, floating against her upper leg. Mackenzie had her hand on Joyce’s upper leg, gently stroking.
“So” Simon said as he too put a hand gently on Joyce’s upper leg. “I’d love to hear about what you’ve ordered.”
With a look at Mackenzie, and her nod in return, the two young lovers simultaneously moved their hands to Joyce’s breasts, and moved in even closer. They lowered their heads to kiss, lick and gently bit her nipples. Joyce let out a ragged sigh as first Mackenzie, then Simon took her nipple into their mouth and started to suck gently.
“Mmmm” Joyce purred, her head back. She brought her head back up as Mackenzie stopped sucking on her nipple, and removed her mouth entirely. “We really do want to hear about what you ordered, Joyce.”
She locked eyes with Joyce, a bright welcoming smile on her face, then reapplied her mouth to Joyce’s breast as the older woman began to describe what she had been looking at online. Simon got noticeably harder as she was describing the pumps, in particular, but which temporarily distracted Joyce from noticing just how far things had stepped forward in the past few minutes.
When, after a time, Mackenzie and Simon had to reluctantly detach themselves from her breasts to take proper breaths, Joyce expected things to end slightly awkwardly, but instead Mackenzie immediately said “as much asI’m turned on by doing this outside, shall we move this inside where we can be more comfortable? I’m starting to turn into a prune. Not the look I want.”
Joyce was going to demur but Simon continued. “Yes, lets. My room? I think,” at which point both younger adults started to get out of the hot tub, Joyce waited a second, then gave in as both Simon and Mackenzie extended a hand to her, somewhat impatiently. Simon was indeed, very hard, with the head of his cock pulled back, Joyce could see the precum glistening the tip. Her lips parted gently, tongue between them in appreciation, and took his hand as he held it out to her again.
“Shall we?” Simon asked, smiling at the two women. Mackenzie responded “we shall,” and taking Simon’s cock into her hand, led them into the house.
This was, Joyce’s somewhat distracted mind reminded her, only the second time that she had been in Simon’s room since he had moved in. Once that first day, and then once again a few weeks ago, helping him take up heels from the front hallway. The first thing she noticed was that it was fairly neat. Tidy, in fact. Full of stuff, the detritus of a young man his age with various interests, but not all dirty. He even had a three-level shoe rack against one wall under his shelves where she noticed seven, no eight pairs of heels including two of hers. Even the duvet, clearly cast off from the bed, had been folded neatly upon the chair in the corner.
As Mackenzie pulled Simon towards the bed still holding onto his cock, Joyce became aware that the room strongly smelled of sex. Joyce immediately flashed back to several decades before when, shortly before the death of her husband, he had taken her to their one and only sex party. Of that night, the only things she remembered were the dress and the espadrilles she had been wearing, the blonde older woman with even bigger tits than hers that she had watching titty-fucking her husband, how the cloying, but certainly not coy, smell of sex had made her so incredibly wet as she had walked in the door.
That smell now, different but so similar, made her incredibly wet again. “Oh god, I’ve missed the smell of sex. I love it so much” Joyce breathed as Simon handed her onto the bed. Mackenzie moved around to arrange the pillows, and with a gesture invited Joyce to lie back in the middle of the queen bed, slightly propped up on pillows, with space for Mackenzie on her left, and Simon on her right.
She closed her eyes, briefly, as she felt the queen bed shift with the weight of the two young people joining her. She relaxed, hands by her sides, as she felt the warmth of bodies against her, the wetness of Mackenzie’s pussy and the firmness of Simon’s cock against her leg, and the small spots of precum left behind any time the head of his cock made contact with her skin. Joyce couldn’t help but mutter “this is so much further than I thought. We really need to talk about this.”
Simon murmured from close to her nipple “I know, but can we do that later? Tomorrow?” and then he took her nipple into his mouth, his hand resting on her upper leg very close to her pussy lips. The warmth, the electricity of contact made Joyce grip the sheets with both hands, as she spread her legs to invite access.
“Yes, please, Joyce,” Mackenzie said between kissing around her other nipple. “Can we talk about it tomorrow? I want to cum, again, and help you cum too.”
“Okay” Joyce surrendered right away. “Okay, we will talk about this tomorrow.”
With renewed softness, Simon and Mackenzie returned to worshipping her breasts. They paid equal attention and when they switched sides, Simon climbed over her, leaving a trail of precum across her stomach. Joyce let go of the sheets, and moved her hands up to her head, alternating between touching her face, neck, and other areas with gripping her hair as pleasure swelled. She became aware that Mackenzie was stroking Simon’s cock, and she opened her eyes to watch. His cock was head on, a beautiful pink colour, darker with blood and intensity. It made a nice clash with the ombre effect on his girlfriend’s fingernails.
“May I do that?” Joyce was surprised to hear it in her own voice. It was the first thing anybody had said for several minutes. “May I please stroke your boyfriend’s cock, Mackenzie?” There was something fun, but also necessary in the formality from Joyce’s point of view. Especially given putting off the conversation.
“Yes, Joyce, I would love for you to stroke your grandson’s cock until he cums. May I sit on your face? I’ve been thinking about it for weeks” Mackenzie purred, moving her hand to lightly play over Joyce’s skin.
“Mmm, yes, okay. Please” Joyce murmured, closed her eyes, and braced herself as Mackenzie moved above her head, and grabbing the windowsill at the head of the bed the younger woman lowered herself gently over Joyce’s mouth. It was warm, and wet, and Joyce’s tongue went to work, Mackenzie rewarding her by gently grinding her pussy and clit against Joyce, and pulling on her own nipples.
“Oh, Grandma, you’re so wet. I can smell you. Can I touch you?” Simon asked, quietly. Joyce removed one hand from supporting Mackenzie to flash him a thumbs up and a gesture that she hoped he would read as “do whatever you like.” Joyce relaxed, knowing that she could always stop things if they went too far, and shivered with pleasure as she felt Simon’s fingers and tongue applied to her clit and labia..
“I can hear and smell how wet she is from here” Mackenzie commented, and Joyce could feel as she pointed her toes and flexed her feet in response to Joyce’s own efforts. “We should make sure she cums. Is she wet enough for Gilbert, do you think?” this question trailed off as she shuddered, her grip on the windowsill and headboard intensifying.
“I can also smell how wet you are, babe.” Simon commented. Somehow Joyce wasn’t surprised she wasn’t the only person in this bed who loved it, and shifted slightly under Mackenzie to get better access to her clit. She slightly jumped, almost making Mackenzie unstable when she felt something soft, but yet solid resting just between her labia majora. Then, it started to slide forwards and back, and Joyce spread her legs wider, bringing in her heels so that they started to dig into Simon’s side as he lay between them.
“Mm, I know a way to make this even better” he murmured, and he disappeared for a few seconds.
“I’m going to take the opportunity to switch positions, because this is something I want to see,” Mackenzie said as she dismounted from Joyce, kneeling next to her for a second, but quickly switched so she was straddling Joyce’s head, and facing towards her feet.
“You’re not done eating me out, Joyce, I want to get my wetness all over your face, and I want you to feel me cum” Mackenzie announced, leaned down and applied her own fingers and tongue to Joyce’s sloppy wet cunt. After a few seconds, Joyce could feel Simon putting heels first on one, then the other foot. She could tell they were D’orsay, and they had an ankle strap, but it wasn’t until he repositioned himself between her legs and she started to gently dig the heels into his side and back did she realise they were stilettos.
“Is she ready?” Simon asked, at a distance of about 3 centimetres from Mackenzie’s right ear. Joyce moaned as Mackenzie removed her tongue from Joyce’s clit to answer. The younger woman lightly hit Joyce’s labia majora with her fingers spread, making a very wet noise indeed. Joyce did the same thing from her angle, making Mackenzie’s voice waver, and her wetness coated Joyce’s face and chin.
“Oh yes, baby. She’s definitely ready. I think we’re all ready.
Mackenzie turned her face towards Joyce. “You’ve done such a good job licking my pussy, Joyce. Time for you to cum. ” She gently raised herself off Joyce’s face, spinning around to be bent at the waist over the end of the bed, her legs spread. Carefully she placed Joyce’s legs over her own shoulders.
Joyce felt the silicone toy pressed against her opening again, and she moaned. “Joyce, I’d like you to meet Gilbert” Mackenzie breathed onto Joyce’s cunt, gently pressing the toy. It was very thick, and veiny, with a more solid core inside a softer covering. Joyce reached above her, one hand going to her hair and the other grabbing the sheet.
The toy slid wetly inside JouJoycece until with a little bump the silicone balls pressed against her on either side of her.
“Okay babe, I want you to fuck me now. Grab my hips” Mackenzie ordered Simon, and Joyce started to feel the thrusts and movement transmitted through the bed, the noises made but also though the unevenness with which Mackenzie kept fucking Joyce with Gilbert.
Joyce could feel herself getting closer and closer, and she started to grip her breasts, then pulled on her nipples.
“Mmmmf” was all that came out when she tried to explain just now much she has missed being fucked like this, and this was followed swiftly by Simon’s exclamation that he was cumming.
“I know babe, I can feel you hitting my cervix with your cum.” Unlike her boyfriend, Mackenzie didn’t freeze as she came, wetly and all over Simon’s cock, but she started fucking Joyce faster and more deeply.
“Oh my god” all of a sudden, Joyce felt a rush as her orgasm blasted through her, and a steam of wetness erupted between her legs to cost Gilbert,Mackenzie and the bed.
“Oh my god.” Joyce repeated herself a few seconds later, realising what she’d done.
Mackenzie crawled on top of Joyce, kissing her neck and cheek, then kissing her solidly on the lips. Joyce could taste and smell her own pussy on the younger woman, an experience she had not realised she missed.
“It’s alright, Joyce. You’re not the first person to squirt in this bed today.” Mackenzie slid to the side, to make room for Simon to come up and cuddle in as well.
Well, this certainly wasn’t what I expected to happen today though Joyce as she lay entangled with the two younger people, feeling cum and other fluids on her, around her and beneath her, she gave up worrying about it and settled in for a nice cuddle nap.
***
Later that night, Joyce, Simon and Mackenzie all sat in the living room, watching a movie. Joyce was in her favourite chair, while Simon and Mackenzie were cuddling on the couch. It was really lovely to see them so happy. Both she and Simon had grabbed robes from the front closet, while Mackenzie had pulled on a pair of sweatpants and one of Simon’s hoodies, zipped about halfway down. Joyce thought they looked very cute together, and she looked forward to hopefully more nights like this one.
Joyce tried to focus on the movie, but the truth was it wasn’t very interesting, at least not compared to what had happened that afternoon and evening. Ticking everything over, she realised there had been one thing she had forgotten to do. And it would make a nice change from checking and rechecking her email to see whether the things she had ordered only a few hours ago had already shipped.
[Hannah, my dear, so more things have happened]
She put her phone down, not expecting a response. She knew Hannah herself was having a date tonight, Joyce had helped her pick out an outfit that morning over video chat. She was momentarily distracted thinking about how much fun it had been, especially watching Hannah change into the different possibilities right in front of her. She had not expected that to turn her on.
Joyce’s attempt to focus on the movie and figure out what was going on was subverted by her phone vibrating on her knee. Immediately she picked it up and looked at the screen.
[Oh? It’s been so long, I wondered if things had stalled. I’m so pleased that they haven’t]
[Aren’t you supposed to be on a date?]
[You’re the one texting me! I’m in a taxi on the way home. Date was a bust.]
[Oh shit, love, I’m sorry. Do you want to talk about it?]
[Fuck no. We can save that for lunch later this week. I’d much rather her about your night]
Joyce really didn’t take much convincing. She settled back, turned in her chair and put her legs over the arm of the chair, then pulled a fleece blanket over her chest and upper legs. All snuggled in and comfortable, she settled down to tell her friend about her night.