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Joyce DickinsonJoyce woke with a start from an alcoholic induced sleep. She opened her eyes not knowing where she was or what had disturbed her. The curtains were drawn and it was pitch black. She heard a man belching followed by the unmistakeable sound of a toilet seat banging and a full bladder being emptied into the bowl. A door closed and then it went quiet. Joyce Dickinson’s marriage had disintegrated when her husband, Garry, of 18 years decided that he wanted c***dren, and couldn’t stay with Joyce because she been unable to carry a pregnancy to full term. Joyce was a 37 year old computer analysist, working at a local university. She stood just over 5’1″. Weighed approx 100lb and had a very tidy figure with B cup breasts. She dressed conservativly and was somewhat set in her ways her hair was going prematurely grey and she did nothing to hide it. People who knew her would say she was a good kind person, but very old fashioned. When her marriage broke down she didn’t know where to turn. She had been so besotted and dependant on her husband Garry that she really didn’t have many friends. Her family were either to far away or just didn’t have time to support her through her moment of adversity, she felt totally alone. The first week after returning to work from taking some holiday to ‘adjust’, she struggled. She found being around people was a million times better than being alone in the ex marital home. She dreaded 5’oclock finishing time, and if then, anyone suggested drinks…Two months later and her body was telling her she had to get a grip. She was drinking and drinking and then…..drinking some more. Something had to give. She had to put some perspective back in her life…and soon. Two days after receiving divorce papers, siting irreconcilable differences, she received an email, totally out of the blue, totally unexpected, and possibly a catalyst to bringing a change in her fortunes. ‘Hi Joyce. It’s been a long time since we last spoke, and I’m ashamed to have to let it go so long before attempting to build bridges in our broken friendship. I heard on the g**** vine about you and Garry splitting up and I am so so sorry. If you would like to meet for a coffee I would be delighted. I know it’s been a long time and I’m sorry you felt I’d been a bad person, but really life’s to short and I really would like to be friends again. I’m married again to a lovely man named Mike and im sure your godson Robbie would be glad to reacquaint with his aunty Joyce. He’s 18 now has an apprenticeship as an electrician. I’m a senior sister in a/e now and work all sorts of shifts…all making me old before my time. HahaIf you would like to meet, please reply and we can arrange something. Take careSylvia. Joyce lay in bed lying on her back with the bedclothes off her. All she was wearing was a pair of cotton pants It was very very hot. She was still in a stupor, but was vaguely aware of a dim light being on but she didn’t know if it was real or in her dream. She had this life long nightmare of being outside and having no clothes on, a dream which strangely had been more prevalent since her breakup. She thought a shadow passed over the source of the light but again she didn’t know. The ‘light went out and she remembered nothing. Joyce met Sylvia in a bar in the city centre the following Saturday lunch time and initially it seemed like a very very bad idea. Joyce had dressed for the occasion and actually felt some of her old confidence returning, but when she set avcilar escort eyes on Sylvia it seemed to evaporate in seconds. Everything Joyce was Sylvia had it in oodles more. She dressed smarter and better, her deportment more elegant, her composure more assured. She looked so damned attractive and so fucking……sexy. Joyce wanted to run and run and run. Two hours later they were giggling like a couple of schoolgirls that they once were. It had been a little awkward at first, but after a bottle of chateauneuf du pape things were cool. Joyce woke at 730 needing to pee. She drew the curtains to a lovely Sunday summers day morning and gazed at the lovely views that just about stretched to the sea. She picked up a towel and went into the shared ensuite leaving the door open. She started the shower then sat down and emptied her bladder. She had started drinking water after red wine and found she felt better for it. Keeping hydrated was good but she needed too pee more often. She cleaned her teeth then climbed in the shower cubicle and let the power shower rejuvenate her hungover body. She failed too see the shadow lurking outside the other adjoining door and the person admiring her cute arse pressed against the Perspex shower cubicle. There friendship had come to a bitter end when Sylvia had told Joyce that she was leaving her husband John…and father of Robbie…..and had been having an affair for over a year. She told her that she was bored with her life, and just wasn’t prepared to settle for second best. She loved sex, but wasn’t getting enough or getting the quality. So, she had had a couple of one night stands with a couple of health workers and got some kicks that way. Joyce, being a loyal respectable wife, was mortified. Her husband Gary and Sylvia’s husband John had been good friends, and she saw all the pain coming. She did what she was good at….she judged. Sylvia was sentenced tried and convicted. There friendship was over and for ten years dead. Until now. Joyce dried herself in the bathroom before the full length mirror. She examined the reflection, deducting that she wasn’t that bad for nearly 40. Her breasts were still full and had little sag. That’s one thing about being c***dless she supposed. Her hair was needing attention she decided. Sylvia looked so much younger with her strawberry blond shoulder length hair. She looked so much younger and exuberant, so confident and understanding. Her demeanour outstanding. She also screams when making love. Twice…last night……Joyce and Garry rarely had made love twice a month, she thought for a sad moment.Over the next month Sylvia and Joyce met a couple of times a week, sometimes for a drink sometimes just a coffee. Sylvia liked a drink and Joyce was trying to cut down. More often than not they had a drink. Sylvia told Joyce how she had had a really wild time after her marriage break up. She had had over 30 lovers in the space of time until she met her husband Mike. He is a doctor working toward a consultancy, but always puts Sylvia before everything. Even work. Sylvia enthused about his skills in bed and how he buys her things and generally spoils her rotten. Then reiterated how good he was in bed. Joyce was pleased for her, obviously, but wished she wasn’t so happy. Joyce wasn’t into ‘happy’ as much as Sylvia obviously was. She had a long way to go. Joyce lay on the bed, naked, letting her body cool down after her shower. She was feeling good and was about to get şirinevler escort dressed when she heard a moan from a distant room. Joyce was holding her breath listening for further noise. She had to consciously make herself breathe again, keeping it low and barely audible. There it was again, she heard a long gravelly ‘aaarrrgggghhhh’ followed by ‘yes yes yes yes’. Then a long sigh was followed by a quiet period of over a minute then a loud ‘FUCK’ She had never heard any body having sex and certainly had never heard anyone so vocal. She realised her fingers were in her pubic hair, twirling the hair in her fingers. She had let her hair down there get a little unkempt since her split, and made a mental note to trim it next time she was in the bath. As the sounds of lovemaking continued, Joyce let her fingers stroke her labia, venturing to her clitoris, then dipping two fingers into her vaginal passage. The sounds emanating from the distance drove her on and and on and on. Her fingers were slick with her juices as she was really surprised with her actions as she wasn’t a person who participated in self gratification. The noise was like someone struggling to breathe…like a pant…but obviously a happy pant. Then the noise dipped in volume as though someone was screaming, but was being muffled. She guessed she was being made love to doggy style and her head was buried in the pillow as she reached her orgasm. Gary had made love to her that way occasionally but she preferred the missionary position so she could look at him when they made love. It all went quiet. Joyce realised she was still masturbating and stopped immediately. She didn’t do this….normally. She went into the ensuite again and washed her pussy, drying it with a hand towel. She heard stirrings in the adjoining bedroom and realised Robbie was awake. The two bedrooms were connected viia the ensuite where the doors locked when the bathroom was being used. You had to lock your own bedroom door when in the bedroom. Joyce never remembered to lock her door…and didn’t Robbie know it!!!!! Five weeks after the girls had patched up there differences, Sylvia invited Joyce to come and stay the weekend. Mine would be there on the Friday but was going away to a golf tournament, staying over till Sunday. Joyce, of course accepted. Friday night was strange for Joyce. She couldn’t remember the last time she had stayed at someone’s house. Or even visited….they just didn’t do that sort of thing. Most of there socialising had been business lunches or the like. No party’s or dancing….they just weren’t there ‘thing’. Sylvia showed her round there large four bed detached home and told her to treat it like home. That night they had a barbecue and had a really pleasant evening. Mike was a big guy, well built a and obviously trained to keep in shape. Sylvia had kept her figure well and might have had a little cosmetic enhancement but hadn’t disclosed as yet. Robbie was 18 and a very good looking young man with a confidence only found in the young. She didn’t notice the looks that Robbie was giving his Aunty Joyce. He had clocked her straight away as vulnerable. He noticed the tear soaked eyes and the lack of confidence and made a mental note to study her. Robbie was at an age where his ability to charm the girls and even some ladies was improving dramatically. He had a good instructor in his stepdad,, Mike, who, not that he knew he was instructing his stepson, fucked his mother repeatedly, taksim escort and Robbie found a way to watch them. They didnt always close there bedroom door and Robbie had repositioned a mirror so he could watch Mike service his mother. Robbie had no designs on fucking his mother but she was a beautiful woman and he could block out the fact she was a relative and only saw her as a slut getting fucked everyday, sometimes three times a day. And did she cum loud. Wow. He had had sex with 9 girls his age and 2 women in there late 20’s and none of them had the body of his mum. He used techniques he had seen Mike perform on his mother and it was,’so far so good’ with the girls. He had seen him use baby oil on her bum and then fuck her very gently there. His mother sure liked cock. He assumed all women did. Next night Robbie had a night out in town and returned at thee in the morning, forgetting he had a neighbour sharing his ensuite. He had just had a piss and was just about to leave and get into bed when he noticed the pink electric toothbrush and the wash bag on the sink. He switched the bathroom light off but opened slightly his bedroom door, letting just a little light in. He then tried the spare bedroom door carefully opening it. He could see the sleeping body of his Aunty Joyce, lieing on her back with her breasts totally on view and exposed. She wore really plain pants, not like his mothers skimpy thongs, but she did have a good set of tits on her. He walked round the bed to get a better look at her. He thought she was going to wake and so beat a hasty retreat to the bathroom. A few hours later he heard the shower running and managed to get the door opened unobserved and feasted his eyes on Aunty Joices bare arse clearly on view through the Perspex shower. She dropped the soap and when she was searching for it with her eyes closed he got a shot of the hairiest cunt he had ever seen. All the girls he had been intimate with had smooth pussys or a landing strip, even his mother had no hair down there. He had a thought go threw his mind that he would love to personally get her smooth. He had just returned to the bedroom when he heard the moans of his mother and Mike at it again. He was used to the noise now,…it happened that often. He opened a drawer and got a pair of his mothers dirty knickers out and started to have a wank to the noise of his mother rutting away along the corridor. A thought came to him which gave him a smile….if he could here the sound of sex…so could Joyce….and she was nearer so it would be louder. He crept out of bed and into the ensuite and noticed luckily that the door into her bedroom was just partially closed. Through the gap he could just see the upper part of her body, but what he couldn’t see he guessed easily. She was without doubt fingering her pussy, while listening to her friend getting banged just a few yards away. She was squeezing her tits and lifting them up by the nipples. Then she just stopped and looked around as if she thought she had been caught. Robbie panicked and slipped back through the door to the safety of his bedroom. Then, fresh with the memory of his Aunty playing with her cunt he unloaded a good portion of cum into his mothers soiled thong. He wished he had a cock the size of Mikes. No wonder his mothers a screamer…..that thing splitting her open repeatedly. Robbie heard Joyce getting dressed and pulled on a dressing gown. They met in the corridor and Robbie gave her a huge hug saying. “Aunty Joyce I’m so pleased your coming to stay with us again, I do hope I’m going to see more of you from now on.”She failed to see what it was Robbie had really meant Robbie knew exactly what he meant, and how do carry it out He intended having some fun with ‘Aunty Joice’

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