Joyce, Simon and Mackenzie Ch. 01

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Simon, 18 years old: Has recently moved in with his Grandmother so he can go to art school in the city where she lives.

Mackenzie, 20: Simon's Girlfriend. She is a student at the theatre school, and they met as they are both part of the summer theatre production at the University.

Joyce, 59: Simon's Grandmother. A recently retired University Professor, she took an early retirement package rather than deal with the annoyances of university administration. She's now a landscaping consultant, and writes erotica for fun

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Joyce smiled, pleased to see the packages on the doorstep as she glided up her bike up the driveway to her front door. She had been half-distracted during her meeting, tracking them until they had been delivered.

After sliding the bike away in the garage and closing the door, she came back around to the front steps and picked up the packages, then went inside. She smiled slyly, seeing the post-it note stuck to the mirror in the front hall.

"Hi Grandma,

I'm out with Mackenzie. Don't have too much fun. I'll be home after dinner.

Hot tub tonight?"

Simon really is a good boy, Joyce thought. Pleased with the surety that she'd have the next several hours to herself, she closed the door, sighted with relaxation, and started to undress, depositing her clothes into the basket tucked into a niche in the front hall. Raising an eyebrow, she noticed that the panties from yesterday's outfit were not where she had left them.

That made.. six? no, seven times in the handful of weeks since Simon had returned from his most recent trip home. Each time, they had appeared in the basket a day or too later, clearly marked with cum or precum. Always a lacy thong or boy shorts. Today's, however, were silk, so Joyce doubted they would disappear.

Putting her shoes away, Joyce noticed that her red patent wedge pumps had reappeared, while a pair of white stiletto slingbacks had disappeared in turn. It was very interesting finding out about Simon's taste in heels by watching which ones he borrowed. Unlike her panties, they never came back marked with cum or precum, so clearly he used them in different ways. If only she could get him to talk about it with her. Not that there was any rush. Her curiosity could wait. Joyce put her hand on the sheer robe on the hanger in the closet, but after a second decided to leave it. After all, it was a nice warm day and then she wouldn't have to replace it later. Plus, she smiled, best to take advantage and go completely nude while she could. Her course up the stairs towards her bedroom at the back of the house was disrupted when she, the top envelope in hand, realised that there was absolutely no reason to restrict her things to her bedroom. With a slight smirk, she instead went to her little library at the back of the house. Tucked into a little niche off the kitchen, it had an extremely good chair, lots of books, and more importantly, it had good windows to the backyard.

With a sly smile, Joyce put on the pair of heels that Simon had returned, then strode confidently to the back of the house.

She trailed her fingers lightly over the back, then the arm of the chair. Her most recent birthday present to herself, she had ordered it with masturbation in mind. Although by no means resigned to having to provide her own orgasms, she had been determined that if she was going to be spending so much time at home after leaving the University, they she was bloody well going to use her home as she pleased, and it pleased her very much to wander into the garden after cumming or vice versa. It wasn't just custom-made, it was a bespoke commission from a local kink craftsman. She had tried several of the models in his shop, and when none had proved quite correct the artisan had taken very careful measurements based on her preferences.

The back was designed to recline, with the arms extending back behind the seat in a complex curve so that no matter the angle, she could rest her elbows on the comfortable padding at exactly the right distance for her to play with her breasts, while simultaneous being designed so she could splay her legs over the arms, or dig her heels into the tops as she wont. Joyce had been delighted to find that this still worked when she was wearing heels, an option Simon's borrowing of her heels inspired and a new pleasure. Even better, the fabric covering was easily removable and washable so she no longer had to take extra precautions to keep herself from squirting. This chair was not merely custom, it was bespoke. And delightfully, it was apparently popular with customers. She definitely enjoyed wondering about the other customers cumming on their Joyces, and their "Joyce 2" benches, eventually, she hoped. But she was still waiting for her own to be delivered. And the artist had hinted at yet a third project, perhaps. Joyce shivered in anticipation. She did so enjoy being a muse, especially a sexual one..

She sat on her chair for a few moments, legs up and bent at the knees, heels digging into the slight cushioning of the arm. The heels were a new twist for her since her husband had never been into them. She had been delighted to find that even when wearing her tallest heels, she could recline the back to accommodate her favourite sitting-back position for cumming.

Turning back around, Joyce grabbed the top envelope from the table, and opened it, then let the beautifully wrapped packages spill into her hand. She didn't notice that as the weight shifted off of it, the smaller package fell between the table and the chair.

Joyce stretched, taking her time. She didn't want to rush through this, and she hoped that as she tried things on, she would have some hot fantasies to enjoy on the chair with her new toy. It was so much more fun masturbating when she was already dripping wet.

She opened the door to the full height closet next to the hallway, conveniently blocking the hallway and also revealing a full-length mirror. Joyce had been delighted to find this already in the house when she had moved in. She had been thinking about taking selfies in that mirror since she had seen it during the open house. So much so that she had bought another full length mirror on her way home that day. That mirror now stood in her bedroom, convenient for whenever she wanted it there.

The first set, which had been wrapped in light pink tissue paper, was a balconette bra with two sets of matching lace panties. The bra was from a Polish manufacturer newly carried by the boutique, and it was all that her friends had recommended. Joyce couldn't help but think of steel wires and bridges and all kinds of heavy engineering, which she figured was appropriate for her figure. She felt very snug, and the band was exactly right and the gore sat firmly between her breasts.

Joyce's mouth dropped as she looked up at her reflection in the mirror.

"Fuck me blue" Her cleavage looked amazing, and the silky straps almost gleamed. She grabbed the first pair of panties, a very high-cut thong, and turned around to admire her ass in them. Almost pure lace, with a very high cut leg, remind Joyce of the glamour years of the 1980s when she frequently wore bodysuits. With the exception of the gusset, it was mostly lace and felt wonderful on her body. Joyce wondered briefly if that's what lace felt like on Simon's cock, and that's why he borrowed them. Removing the thong and setting them aside, Joyce tried on the boyshorts that were the other matching pair, admiring the scalloped edge of the lace along her waist, and the legs, and as she turned around, appreciating the way the straight lines of the legs emphasized the shape of her ass. Perhaps she'd have to buy more panties in that shape, she had noticed online they had them in so many pastel colours, which she loved.

Reaching behind her, she deftly released the bra and unleashed her breasts from the wonderful Polish over-engineering and placed that set aside. A good start, Joyce thought.

Next she opened the lilac tissue paper to find a one-piece bathing suit. The leg was much higher cut than she had thought, but as she tried it on she loved the feel, especially as it turned the bum in something much closer to a thong than a bikini cut. Perfect for the hot tub at home, though she'd much rather be naked, of course. It was a bright orange, completely unlike anything she currently had. Neoprene, high-necked, but with a keyhole that sat very nicely amongst her cleavage. Joyce couldn't help but pull the gusset to the side and touch her clit, thinking about how much she enjoyed masturbating while next to the pool. Alas, it seemed this suit would not be the best for that, though as she opened her eyes again and twirled slowly in the mirror, she realized that she looked pretty good, and that not being so comfortable for masturbating was a small price to pay. Taking it off, she realized it was also not the most easy suit to remove, so perhaps it was definitely better for public teasing than private wear.

The clock in the hallway chimed, and Joyce opened the next parcel, in a light blue tissue paper. It was, almost disappointingly, another one-piece bathing suit. Joyce didn't bother to try it on before laying it on top of the pile with the already-tried garments. It was a replacement for her favourite suit, which had two weeks previously become caught in the dryer and ripped to shreds. She already knew it was going to fit, and she wanted to take her time trying on the other things.

The next parcel was in orange tissue paper and turned out to be her new bikini. Joyce had not owned a bikini in years, since the early 2000s, but several of her friends had encouraged her to try one, for fun. She couldn't help but buy one after trying one on a weekend away. It was a light blue, with very short short bottoms that emphasized her ass, and had a big silver ring over her right hip for the fashionable yet not particularly functional belt. As she tried it on, Joyce realized that she wouldn't need the belt, and she considered whether she'd be able to unpick the stitches to remove it. Perhaps she could use the ring for something else.

Struck by impulse, Joyce closed the door, and went to the front hall and put on a pair of tall strappy wedge heels, sitting down on the bench in there to be able to close the strap around the ankle.

Returning to her solarium, she got on her hands and knees, kicking the door to the closet open again, and looked back over her shoulder to admire her ass. Like the one piece suit before, it had a high neck, but it was a simple tie behind the neck and would be much easier to remove. Joyce felt her breasts hanging forward against the fabric, and loved the feeling against her nipples. It was lightly lined, and she could feel the weight of her breast pushing the lining against the outer fabric. Definitely no support, but it did feel good, and she was confident that she would enjoy Simon looking at her in it.

Joyce was a little surprised, but not displeased that her curiosity and questions kept going to Simon. This had been a recurring thing for her since she had first discovered that her shoes and lingerie were being borrowed. Perhaps, the turn-on of being an object of sexual attention was overwhelming her resistance to the idea, although if she was being honest to herself, and her extensive history of writing and reading erotica, and watching porn, it was not like she was particularly shocked or uncomfortable with the situation when she was more objective. Joyce leaned back with one hand, then the other as she pushed her shorts down to her knees. She spread her legs wider, and started to touch her clit and labia. She smiled, thinking that at the moment she was not in the least objective about this entire situation.

The toy dinged, taking Joyce out of her reverie slightly, but bringing her focus back to the toy and her chair. Getting up off her knees, she wiggled her shorts off, lightly kicking them on top of the pile, then reached up and untied her bikini from behind her neck, then slipped the bikini up and off onto the pile as well. She kept the heels on, grinning and thinking about Simon seeing her nude and in heels while she made the few steps into the chair, then settled into her favourite position.

Joyce closed her eyes, lay back, the very back of the heels digging into the quilted padding of the arms. Without opening her eyes, she reached over to the table. Delightfully within arm's reach and grabbed her toy. She was able to find the buttons and test it through a few settings, before placing it on the arm of the arm of her chair by her right knee for future retrieval. Then, she slightly shifted in the chair to arch her back, and touched her pussy lips with fingers from both hands, avoiding her clit.

Joyce enjoyed the feelings, first, getting wetter and wetter until she couldn't wait any longer and reached for her new toy, opening one eye long enough to grab two of the clothes pins that sat in a button container on the table as well. She carefully attached one to each nipple, hissing with the feeling of pressure upon them, then fully turned her attention to her clit and the new toy. First using both hands, she experimented with the different patterns and strengths.

The new toy was unlike anything she had tried before, although it was such such an overwhelming feeling. She thought about how her neighbour had disapproved, and let out a loud moan. It was unlike her, and she loved that. She had never been loud before, not wanting to piss them off. But she was done pandering to assholes when it came to her own pleasure and making that decision felt even better.

Joyce continued to experiment with making moans, just letting her feelings go through her instead of bottling them up. She felt even more pleasure as she bit her lip like she had so many times before, but still made noise. Maybe her new neighbour would be somebody young and hot who enjoyed hearing people cum? The idea excited her, and in her mind the idea of the new neighbour changed from man to woman, and other possibilities as she threw her head back, pushing hard on the arms of the chair with her heels, cumming faster and harder than she had in months.

She kept the new toy humming, slightly lower, and found herself thinking about Simon. For the first time, she allowed herself to actually think about the questions that had been swirling for weeks. Taking her feet down from the arms of the chair, she brought her heels close to her ass as she could, knees far apart. With one hand, she removed the clothespins on her nipples, placing them back on the table. She set the toy aside, and used both hands to play with her nipples and breasts while she situated herself in her fantasy.

Simon, Simon, Simon. Her thoughts kept coming back to Simon, and her panties, and her heels. Joyce idly wondered, what did he do with them? Did he wrap his panties around his cock when he masturbated? Did he smell them to smell her wetness? Joyce decided to get really turned on and soak through a pair of lace panties and see if Simon would take them while she was in the house. Maybe she should leave them on his doorknob? Down, girl. That's too far, and too fast, but maybe later.

With her right hand, she took the toy back up again and re-applied it to her clit. She thought about Simon coming home in a few hours, if she worked quickly, she could get all her lingerie through the wash. Maybe she would start by offering to let him choose the bathing suit for the night.

Joyce thought about Simon getting harder and harder as she modelled her new lingerie for him, and then thought about things going further as she suggested to him that they could go up to her room and that he could pick things for her to model for him, as long as he went nude. Suddenly Joyce turned up the intensity of her new toy and rode its persistence to her second orgasm, letting out a surprised and delighted laugh.

Joyce relaxed, then flipped over to be on her knees, pushing her breasts into the back of the chair. From muscle memory, she reached over to the drawer in the side table, pulling out a suction cup dildo. She reached down between her legs, and started to cover the dual-textured silicon toy in her wetness, Starting with the head, then the shaft,and the top of the silicon balls. Hmm what if Mackenzie enjoyed her panties and heels too? Did Mackenzie fuck herself with a toy like this while Simon was watching?

Joyce was too caught up in her fantasy about Simon and Mackenzie together to stop, and she slid the dildo deep inside of her then shifted to keep it deep inside. She wanted to feel full, not fucked right now and this was the toy to do it. Coming upright, Joyce played with breasts and nipples again, thinking about watching Mackenzie touch herself like that, Simon pushing aside panties borrowed from the drawer in the front hall and fucking her. She could feel another orgasm coming over and so Joyce grasped the clit sucker again, and her mind went blank as she quickly came again, this one much longer than the others.

Joyce was suddenly much more relaxed than she had been in days, as if a week's worth of sexual tension had been released all at once. Turning over again, she very gently lay in the chair, askew, shifting until she found a comfortable position, and began to gently touch herself everywhere within reach, systematically easing her after-reaction to so much energy and emotions moving so quickly. She had definitely let her mind run away with things, far more so than ever before, and eventually she would have to reckon with that. But that was for later Joyce, and Joyce refused to let herself feel guilty for tending to herself in the present.

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After a time, Joyce stirred and started to move about some of the chores she wanted to get done before Simon came home. Most important of which were having lunch and putting her new lingerie through the wash, but there were a few other odds and ends too.

With the dishes finished, Joyce was at a bit of a loss with what to do, waiting for Simon to return. First she went and grabbed her new lingerie and bathing suit. She placed the bodysuits and panties and bras into the basket in the front cupboard, then turned and went down into the basement where she placed her two new bathing suits into the laundry machine for a quick wash cycle. She lingered for a second, thinking about giving Simon the opportunity to choose between them when he got home.

She headed back into her little conservatory, to tidy up just in case she had left any toys or anything behind. It wouldn't do for now to leave things out and make Simon uncomfortable, although she did hope that in time she would be able to leave at least a couple toys in here. Reaching to realign the table next to her cumming chair, she noticed that the second package from the lingerie company had fallen between the chair and table. With the first package containing everything she had ordered, and the distraction of the new toys and orgasms, she had entirely forgotten about the second package.

She sat on the arm of the chair, pleasantly noting that it didn't move, and ripped the tab open at the top of the envelope. The little tissue wrapped packages slid into her hand, only four packages, smaller than hers. Placing the envelope back down on the chair behind her, she then slowly opened the packages. Two bras, and two sets of matching panties.

There was something.. Something off about these. For one thing, they were - Joyce checked the tags- not even close to her size. Band size wrong, cup size much smaller. Second thing, they were noticeably a cheaper feeling material than the things that she ordered- another check of the label confirmed they were from the boutique's cheaper line, which she never ordered from. At least she hadn't ordered from after the first time.