Joyce Dickinson part 5

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Joyce Dickinson part 5Joyce lay on top of the bed staring at the ceiling. She had watched the clock go round for three whole hours. Two cars had started up within that time, one almost immediately after she got back to her bedroom, and the other one two hours later. An hour ago she had heard Robbie in the shower, then twenty minutes later heard a door down stairs slam shut. All was quiet. She slipped into the ensuite and started the power shower. She cleaned her teeth and looked at her clouded reflection in the misting up mirror. She looked dreadful. Her eyes,were completely bloodshot and her face in general looked haggard. What had possessed her, to allow herself be so easily compromised into such an embarrassing situation, she just didn’t know…..letting an eighteen year old boy, make her watch her best friend,having sex with her husband, then, letting that same boy, fondle her breasts, then touch her through her underwear while stroking his naked penis….oh my god. She opened the cubicle door, steping into the really hot shower. She allowed the over hot water to punish her body and wash away her sins. She stood there, in the steam, for over ten minutes. Not moving….just thinking. The water started to go cooler and realised that the the water was off a hot tank and would soon run cold. She didn’t care. Her skin was covered in goose bumps when she turned the cold water off and dried her troubled body. She hung the towel back up, then went into her room deciding to have a cup of tea before she got dressed. Her plans for the weekend, had originally been, that she would go straight to work on Monday from Sylvia and Steves, now she just wanted to go home. Home to the empty, once happy house, she had shared with Garry. She slipped on a pair of her old sensible knickers, pulled a tee shirt on and wrapped herself in a dressing gown Sylvia had loaned her, and went down the stairs in the empty house. ….except it wasn’t empty!Robbie had heard Steve leave early, he’d turned over and went back to sleep. A little while later he heard his mum get up and leave very quickly, he surmised she’d been called into work. Perfect. For two hours he’d lay in bed with a hard on. He couldn’t believe how easy it had been to get Aunty Joyce to touch his cock…how easy she let him cup and squeese her breasts. It was only when he tried to finger her cunt through her knickers that she ran scared..oh, that and Steve finishing off from servicing his mother. He’d had his shower and went down stairs, finding a note from mum saying she’d been called into work but would be back by two. It went on to say that they would have a barbecue later, and to get Aunty Joyce some breakfast when she got up. He had to entertain her till everybody got home…. No fucking problem..thought Robbie. I’ll take her upstairs and fuck the shit out of her.!!!!!!! “Now there’s a plan”. He laughed to himself. He went outside and got the barbecue out of the shed and prepared it for the afternoon. Robbie then got some earphones and listened to some music until ‘her who must be fucked’ got up and out of bed. Joyce saw Robbie stretched out on the couch, listening to music. His eyes were closed and he was miming to the music. He looked untroubled and carefree without a worry in the world. The joys of youth. She envied him his moment, as he obviously didn’t realise the magnitude of the life changing event that had just so recently occurred. She thought about slipping back upstairs, getting dressed and leaving before he realised… but this problem needed to be addressed and sorted..and, now…while they were alone. She slipped into the kitchen to get a drink of water, and saw the note from Sylvia, lieing on the table. She read it and just as she was pouring her water, Robbie walked in the door. “Morning Aunty…how are you this morning…?” “Robbie,,,we need to talk..and now. Ok. We need to sort, what happened earlier. It was my fault..I shouldn’t have let that happen, and don’t for one minute blame yourself. It was just something that happens and you realise straight away that şişli escort it was wrong and if talked over sensibly can be laughed about when we both realise it was wrong.” It all came out in a garbled, jumbled up statement that really nearly had Robbie almost laughing. ‘This must be the adult way of trying to get out of jail..free’ thought Robbie. “Aunty Joyce. Let’s start again. Good morning. How are you this morning?” Joyce was taken aback by Robbie being so calm and authoritative. “I..I..I…don’t know. I..I..””Sit down. I’ll make you a cup of tea. Would you like some toast…?””Err no thanks””Now…there you are…” He said , handing her the hot mug. “Thank you Robbie I..i..i…er um””Joyce..skip the Aunty shit eh..just calm down. Have a drink. It’s gonna be fine. You worry to much.””Oh…eh…oh…right…””Tell me…when you were watching….and you were watching…mum getting fucked by Steves big cock…did you wish he was doing that to you. Eh..?” “Robbie…please…don’t talk like that to me. I’m your mums friend and you should treat me with respect. I…er..please don’t let me” Robbie interrupted her in mid sentence. “Joyce…shut the fuck up….respect…bullshit. You were wanking me off and letting me finger your cunt…and.. it was fucking wet…so don’t give me this ‘respect’ bollocks. You were as much into watching mum getting banged as I was. Admit it!” Joyce started sobbing again, but Robbie was having none of it. He pulled some kitchen towel off the roll and said. “Blow your nose…””Joyce..when i was playing with tourntits..your nipples were hard as fuck. Your knickers were damp, and, when I got back to bed my fingers smelt of pussy. Now…last night I fucked a girl I took out, and before I did her, I fingered her pussy. Same smell ok. Not the first bitch I’ve fingered either by the way…..so…I know the smell of a horny pussy when I smell it. And you were one horny lady last night…eh?” “Robbie…I’m really shocked. You seem so angry….why….we can just forget about this ok…never mention it again. I won’t tell your mum what happened and we’ll never mention the whole sorry tail, ever again…ok how’s that sound?” “Joyce…I’m not angry..quite the opposite…and what are you going to tell mum…’oh Sylvia, by the way…this morning Robbie and I watched you and Steve rutting away, and, I was so horny i wanked off your 18 year old son while he fingered me and played with my tits….don’t worry though because we’ve forgotten about it..’ Don’t think so eh Joyce..doesn’t just sit right…does it.?” “So…what now?” ‘Gotcha’ thought Robbie…”We talk more about it…””Ok” she said timidly. “That’s more like it Joyce…first off..are you ok me calling you Joyce or would you prefer going back to Aunty Joyce. Your not a ‘proper’ Aunty though are you? Just a name when I was a k** and you popped around…your my godmother I know…don’t know what theyre supposed to do, coz we haven’t seen you around for years…never mind, so…””I’m ok with either, what ever your comfortable with Robbie””Ok when we’re together it’ll be Joyce…when we’re in company..Aunty shit comes back in. Ok?” “Ok Robbie”. Nice and agreeable. Thought Robbie. “My question, again, ‘did you want Steves big cock, in you, when he was giving it to my mum?”Joyce went scarlet, dropped her head, and didn’t answer. “I’ll take it as a, maybe…eh Joyce?” Robbie laughed. “How long is it since uncle Garry and you had nooky eh…Joyce….how long….don’t be shy….must be a while coz you’ve been separated for what…six weeks…and probably didn’t touch you for….what….six weeks before that…that’s months ago, fuck Joyce…no wonder you were soaking wet…you must be gagging for cock. Come on now..be honest.” Robbie went for the jugular. Her reaction now would be either to fly off the handle…storm out, never to be seen again…or….maybe…”Robbie..I’m ..I’m…not very good at this…I really didn’t think you were so…so….forward. I’m having a tough time at the moment, and this isn’t helping..I mean…last night…and this..I’m mecidiyeköy escort just..so ..so ..confused””Joyce, let’s keep it simple..ok. Simple questions….”do you like sex?””I I I don’t really know””Start again…yes or no answers””Ok””Do you like sex?””I I i dddont…sorry…er er..yes…I er er””Good…..would you like Steves cock in your pussy?” “Oh my god Robbie….er er…no””Is that the truth?”She didn’t answer. “Is uncle Garry the only man who has had sex with you?””Yes” she said confidently. “Except for me fingering you ” he said deflating her. No reply. “Did you enjoy wanking my cock?” He was enjoying this. “I I I duntknow….” She muttered. “Did you like my cock!?””Er…yes””Would you like to ‘see’ it again.?Joyce…would you like to ‘ see’ it again…..because…you have seen it before Joyce..haven’t you?” Joyce was confused and looked bemused as to what he was talking about. “You cake in to my room.. On Friday night..didn’t you…you came in my room….saw my hard cock, then you went back to your room and you, frigged your pussy till you came. You did didn’t you…I know, coz I watched you…You were wearing a pair of mums thong panties…weren’t you. ?” Joyce was beaten, and, she knew it. She bowed her head and just nodded. “I I i did…I’m so sorry Robbie, I’m sorry. “.”what for….it was fucking brilliant. I’ve never seen a girl wank before….it was fucking ace!” Joyce noticed the excitement of a boy, just then, in his statement. He may act the ‘man about town’ but he was still just a boy to Joyce….well…except for that big cock of his..”Would you like to see it again..eh..Aunty Joyce…eh?”.”n n n no.” She lied. “Come on, be honest…..well I’m gonna show you anyway.” He stood up and dropped his boxer shorts and jeans straight to the ground. His cock was flaccid, but thickening. Joyce just sat there open jawed, and hands holding her face. Shocked. “Watch…it’s getting bigger Aunty Joyce” he said, taunting her. “Look..”Joyce couldnt take her eyes off the thickening penis on her best friends 18 year old son. She had changed this boys nappy, years and years ago…and now..and now she was watching his young penis fill with blood, and, worse than all….she fucking loved it….Robbies young cock was at least two inches longer than Garry’s…and thick….oh so very thick. It stood proud, pointing to the ceiling and Joyce had never imagined a cock could be so hard. It, occasionally twitched…voluntarily she thought. “Come closer please!” She stood still. “Joyce!!”She walked forward, slowly. They stood two foot apart. Robbie nearly naked…Joyce in her gown. Him 6’2″ her 5’1”. “Touch it!!””I can’t” Robbie took her hand and placed on his cock. It was so hot she thought she would burn herself, Robbie held her hand tight on his weapon…not letting her let go. With his free arm he stretched out and placed his hand on her left breast. She gasped. “Joyce…..I’m going to take my hand off your hand….leave yours there. Then I’m going to undo your gown and take it off ok?” “Er erm. Ok. I guess” Robbie took his hand off hers, and was pleased when she didn’t remove hers. In fact, she gently stroked his penis, never taking her eyes off it. “God..Robbie…its so fucking big…!” Then realised what she’d said, and blushed. “Yes it is…do you like it…is it bigger than Garry’s? It’s not as big as Steves…but it’s good I think….the bitch I fucked last night was squealing. Haha””Oh god yes…much bigger…huge…wow…” She exclaimed in awe. Robbie opened the belt of her gown, pushing the garment off her shoulders and down onto the floor. Her nipples pushing the tight material of her tee shirt were lkke two rifle bullets trapped in her shirt. “Hands up!” he said getting her to raise her arms so he could remove her shirt. She obeyed without question. “Joyce…Aunty Joyce…you are absolutely fucking gorgeous.!!”Joyce was trembling….37 years old….separated…a near nervous wreck…standing in her big knickers, in front of her best friends 18 year old son, and, him sporting esenyurt escort the biggest cock she’d ever touched…and was loving it. Someone put words into Joyce’s mouth, because, she was sure she heard someone say…”Robbie..for gods sake…fuck me..please”———An hour later, Robbie and Joyce stood in the shower, him stooped, Joyce leaning back. Robbie looked down at her, looking at his hands cupping her breasts. Joyce’s eyes were closed. She was dreaming. She must be. That surely couldn’t have been her, just a short while ago…bent over the kitchen table with that beautiful cock sliding into her love sleeve. So long…so hard…God…so fucking deep. Sex just wasn’t like that. Please, please don’t let me wake up. Robbie had taken her shirt off, then told her to get on her knees. She had taken the first penis, ever, into her mouth, and it felt so nasty, and, wrong…but..at the same time if he’d said no don’t do that…she’d have died.!!! She licked and sucked and played,,and did it all again. Robbie showed her what he liked…how to lick on the underside of the head..just where the foreskins attached…God, how he’d groaned when she did that. She played then licked his ballsack, and then when she tried to take more of his cock in her mouth, she gagged, and he told her quietly how to breathe better and to time her breathing with her head movement. She learned quick. Robbie loved it. Joyce had her first orgasm, with Robbie fucking her pussy with his tongue. On her wedding night, Garry had attempted to perform oral sex on Joyce and it had been a complete and utter disaster. She didn’t really want it, but as it was there wedding night she felt she shouldn’t object. They’d had sex a few times before their wedding but never in a bed. Garry’s car or on the floor at her parents living room was the extent of there comfort, and there experience in all forms of sex was negligible. Oral sex on there wedding night lasted about 30’seconds. Gary didn’t know what to do Joyce didnt know what he was supposed to do. Furthermore she didn’t know what to tell him. She pushed him from between her thighs, trying to make a joke of how ‘it tickles’. That was the end of that…he never tried again. Joyce had, she thought, 5 orgasms before Robbie started fucking her so fast and hard, she thought she would burst. Her vaginal walls were so full, she thought heaven must have descended on her. The excruciating beautiful pain he inflicted on her was like nothing possible in her wildest imagination. There was a pool on the kitchen floor beneath her feet where her fluids freely dripped. He was near the end…He gripped her hips, forcing himself deeper.. holding after each thrust…forcing his seed to her inner being…filling her womb, slamming her pelvis into the table. Joyce collapsed on the table, Robbie slouched over her..towering over her to such an extent, he completely covered her body………. Robbie picked Joyce up, carrying her upstairs..into her bedroom and straight into the shower. Joyce opened her eyes and looked up at her young lover, who was looking down at her…and said…”God Robbie..that was the best sex I’ve ever had. In fact ” she giggled. “I think that’s the only time I’ve actually had an orgasm…phwaaa””Good girl….how dya feel about us having a bit of fun now and then…I’m not naive enough to think we can ever be a ‘couple’ but I like a bit of mature…girls my age are all …’giggly as fuck’. If your game…I’ll give you all the cock you’ve missed all these years…eh…’Aunty’ Joyce” he laughed. “What dya say. Me fucking the arse of ya when ever ya like. Just like Steve fucking me mum three times a night. I cud come to ya place and fuck ya whenever!!”Joyce pushed her backside back into Robbies groin area, feeling his hardening cock. The joys of youth, Joyce thought. Youths can get it up at the ‘flick of a switch’…ha..she thought, remembering who had told her that…..she recalled the saying, from there college days, spoken by, the mother, of the owner, of the cock that was again sliding so gloriously deep ,and hard, into her now, very lubricated and very well stretched pussy. She looked over her shoulder and said quietly. “Robbie…please….never…stop….fucking…me….PROMISE…Ugh.Ugh Ugh..yes..yes…yes.. FUUUUCK ME”Robbie replied, simply. “Ok”. Oh yes pet…it’s a given!!

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