Joyce Dickinson part 4

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Joyce Dickinson part 4Robbie awoke to the same noise that disturbed his close neighbour. A whirring and whooping sound that seemed to be coming from right over the house signalled to people who knew, that a helicopter was in the proximity. There was the choice of two explanations for this. One, the police were looking for someone or something, and two, Air Sea Rescue. Probably the formed, thought Robbie,,at this time on a Saturday night Sunday morning. Joice heard the same noise and needed a pee. She also had a stinker of a headache. Red wine…..lethal. She looked at her watch and noticed it was 0445 and just starting to get light. She loved the light nights but wasn’t so keen of the light mornings. It played havoc with her sleeping pattern. She sat down on the toilet and released the pressure in her bladder. Her mouth was dry and yucky so she quickly cleaned her teeth and washed her hands, immediately feeling half human again. She lay on top of the bed, desperately needing pain relief. She wasn’t a big fan of pills but when she was hungover, like this, she had to give in. Problem was, she didn’t have any. Fifteen minutes later Robbie went into the adjoining ensuite and let leash a strong flow of urine into the bowel. He stood for a second or two shaking the drops off when he heard a voice from Aunty Joyce’s bedroom…..”Robbie….have you any paracetamol.?.. I’ve a terrible headache.””Not here.,but there’s some downstairs I’ll go and get you some””Thankyou sweetie, I’ll come with you I need a drink”Robbie took his Ralph Lauren briefs off and pulled on a pair of sports shorts allowing his semi erect cock swing around provocatively He opened his bedroom door just as Joyce appeared at hers. She had slipped on her silky dressing gown but she looked pretty disheveled. She, as always, him a peck on the cheek, noticing the ripped torso of his upper body and sporty muscular legs….the other muscle lolling about in his shorts made her blush like a school girl. She instantly recalled last night when she had watched him lieing in bed, asleep, sporting a massive erection, the biggest she’d ever seen, which had led to her masturbating herself to orgasm. She felt ashamed of herself for being so weak. But had to admit she had enjoyed it…..espedially seeing Robbies young virile looking penis.Robbie watched Joyce drinking her water as she stood at the sink. He admired her arse as the cheeks clenched and unclenched under her silk robe. He compared her arse to the young slut he had fucked last night and there was no comparison. The arse of this mature woman outstripped the teenagers hands down. The only difference was that the young slut would have been happy to let Robbie fuck her all night if he had wanted too. He didn’t….he’d wanted back especially for moments like this. He’d seen her go deep red when she’d seen his cock…again. She was interested. Pouring a glass of water,mshe downed the two tablets. Robbie was behind her but she knew her face was still burning with embarrassment so stood still starting out of the window. She shouldn’t be feeling like this, she thought it just..wasn’t güvenilir bahis şirketleri right. She was his godmother for god sake. He did have a lovely penis though….and the body….wow. Robbie put the kettle on, trying to keep her down here as long as possible. He knew he could talk to her and maybe get a little closer to her. He had a plan. “I’m really pleased you and mum are friends again Aunty Joyce. Just, so sorry about the circumstances. Never would have thought uncle Garry was like that. If you like I can come round and do any of the manual chores….I really don’t mind and it would be my pleasure to help you.””Oh, Robbie Thank you I might just take you up on that. I really don’t know what I’m gonna do with the house…probably sell it. It’s too big for just me.””Oh dont be hasty…you might just meet the man of your dreams and be happy in no time.””Oh I doubt that somehow…if Gary doesn’t want me I doubt anyone else will….but thankyou for saying that….your a very nice young man.””Don’t be so sure.now…..your a beautiful woman still, and there’s bound to be queues outside your door for dates. And, if not and you need an escort one night..I’d be happy to yolunteer.” He knew how cheesy this sounded but he knew she’d love it….these old sluts love a bit of chivalry. “Oooh Robbie, how sweet of you…I’ll take you up on that if I have the need. But, invites to dinner tend to dry up when your a sad single girl. I love you for offering though.”Robbie had the advantage and pressed on. “Well if mum can find someone…why can’t you? Your much prettier and funnier than my mum, so….why not.?” Joyce, like a sponge soaked it up. “Robbie, your mad….your mums far better looking than me, and has a much nicer body than mine. But what she’s got in bucket loads more than me is……confidence. I’m so shy and frightened….like a little mouse. I’m also, not worldly wise like your mum, I’ve had a very sheltered life. Do you know that your “Uncle Garry” is my only ever boyfriend…..I’ve never even kissed another boy. How sad is that” she couldn’t understand why she was spilling all this sadness onto an 18 year boy….he just seemed so willing to listen..and not judge. Robbie had this urge to take hold of her, stick his tongue down her throat, bend her over the kitchen table, and fuck the shit out of her. “Not like mum then eh?…. She’s had so many boyfriends….. I’ve told her many times she’ll get a reputation. It’s quite embarrassing really”. He lied. He recalled when he was f******n and she had had different men back for the night. He was wanking six or seven times a day back then and would sneak to the top of the stairs and watch her sucking cock and getting fucked all over the living room. It was at this time he had found out about her love for anal sex. “Now dont be cruel to your mum. She’s a good woman” Joyce lied. She actually agreed with Robbie. His mother was, and still is a slut. Last night had proved that. But….she couldn’t say that she hadn’t enjoyed it. Which surprised her. A noise from upstairs brought the colour back to Joyce’s canlı bahis cheeks. As if on Que…. her friend, and Robbies mum…was at it again. A loud gravelly sigh signalled to them both that Sylvia and Steve were at it again. Robbie was ecstatic…couldn’t have been better planned, ever. He knew that Steve was going to play golf early, he always did on a Sunday. His trip had been cancelled because of the weather but it was ok here. He was a ‘creature of habit’ his mum would say. Robbie often laughed at this, inwardly, the reason being that every time time he got up early, for golf, she would demand sex with him before he left…now who’s a creature of habit. Joyce tried to drink her tea down quick, but it was hot. She felt the colour rise in her face as the noise upstairs increased. She just stared into her cup. “There they go again. That poor bed haha. Gets some hammer!!” Robbie joked. “Come on..we’ll slip back to our rooms quietly…”She picked up her cup and followed Robbie to the stairs, tiptoeing so as to be very very quiet. The house wasnt that old, but some of the stairs groaned as they crept up to there rooms. The bedroom door was slightly open as they passed the mating couples room. Robbie stopped and turned around, signalling to Joyce to be quiet. He pushed the door open wide enough for them to just see into the room, Joyce was frozen to the spot ..the tea cup nearly cracking, her hands being so tight. Robbie placed his hands on her shoulders, while standing behind her, and eased her to the slightly open door. He could feel her shaking, her body cold with fear. He soothed her saying…..”watch….just watch….” Joyce was mortified….she’d wanted to get into her bedroom, away from all this. Why had Robbie done this to her. She couldn’t move. Inside the bedroom, on the bed, Sylvia was on her knees. Robbie was behind her, squatting, with his hands on her hips for balance…and his cock pistoning in and out of her cunt. Joyce was transfixed. His cock was massive. It looked the same size in length as Robbies but it was as thick as her wrist. And the speed he was generating was amazing. Her friend was squealing with pleasure, grunting while attempting to breathe. The sight in front of her left Joyce in a state of paralysis. She couldn’t move…at all. Behind her, Robbie still had his hands on her shoulders…gently massaging them. He towered over Joyce by more than a foot, and could see the fucking couple quite clearly. He watched Steves cock ragging his mothers well used cunt, as he had many hundreds of times. He continued massaging her shoulders, looking down and noticing that her nipples were pressing against the material of her robe. Joyce was mesmerised by this completely new experience…watching a couple making love. . She had never, ever, watched porn, or even looked at a men’s magazine….in fact, when a love scene on TV was too explicit, she would up and leave the room. Her eyes were glued on Steves huge weapon stretching and plundering Sylvia’s pussy…wondering how she took it all. She was aware of Robbie rubbing her shoulders güvenilir bahis and could feel his steady breathing on her neck. She found it somehow comforting that he was there, witnessing the event in front of them. It never occurred to her, at the time, that he was watching his mother in a situation a boy shouldn’t be at. Steve spun Sylvia round and hoisted her legs over his shoulders and fed the monster back into her well fucked sleeve. Joyce moved slightly and her nipples rasped against the material. She was feeling weak as her legs felt like jelly. She let herself slump back against Robbie, who let his hands slip down to her waist and wrap his arms around her. She felt his cock against her back, but was to gone in the moment too worry of the implications. Her heart was beating so fast she thought she’d pass out. Inadvertently she was pushing back onto Robbies penis, and her breathing was getting a little ragged. Robbie thought the time meant it was now or never. Be brought his hands up and cupped Aunty Joyce’s heaving breasts, which, tipped with bulletin like nipples, fit his large hands perfectly. She flinched for a second, but then relaxed, allowing him to caress and excite her nipples and breasts through the material of her dressing gown. Robbie dipped down a little so his cock was rubbing her arse, not her back. She continued watching, as if in a daze, and also returning his thrusts by pushing back into him. Her gown had somehow come undone and Robbie had one hand inside her gown, playing with her naked breast as her head lay right back on his chest with her eyes closed. A guttural moan in the bedroom signalled the fuckfest approaching its end… Robbies favourite part…..as the couple practically welded themselves together with the speed and friction of there fucking. He dropped his hand and cupped her mound, as the couple on the bed reached an orgasm together. Joyce had inadvertently put her hand behind her back and was stroking Robbies cock through his shorts. She felt his hand press into her wet sex through her thong, and slightly opened her legs, to allow better access. He pushed his hand into her underwear and two fingers opened up her receptive pussy. She was totally out of control….but loving it. Reality suddenly appeared when Steve pulled his softening cock out of Sylvia’s pussy and fell onto his back. Joyce suddenly realised where she was, and what had just happened. Her last memory before pulling her gown closed was of the sperm running out of Sylvia’s sex. She pushed Robbies hands off and ran quietly to her room, closing it as noiselessly as she could manage. Robbie lifted his finger to his nostril and drew in the musky smell of Joyce’s cunt, savouring it as he walked to his room. He heard the shower starting in his mothers room and knew Steve was getting ready for golf. He stopped and listened at Aunty Joyce’s door and could here the sound of sobbing. He smiled, because he had a good idea that even though she was upset now, he guessed she would later think about her hands on his cock and his fingers in her cunt, and she would want more. He slipped back into bed, and, using his left hand, wanked his cock while smelling his cunt smelling finger. He shot all over his chest, cleaning up with another pair of his mothers panties. Steve’s car left and the house went quiet…..the only sound…a gentle sobbing.

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