Joyce, Simon and Mackenzie Ch. 02

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.