Joyce, Simon and Mackenzie Ch. 02

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."