Joyce, Simon and Mackenzie Ch. 01

The panties were thongs, but they had ribbons and details that Joyce didn't like, and they didn't match the bras at all, which was strange because Joyce usually ordered matching sets. Picking up the bras again, she realised that not only were they a neckline she didn't like, but they were also maternity bras. She unclipped one cup, opening the flap, and then the horrified realization that she hadn't checked the label or anything before she had opened the envelope, or unwrapped all the things within, for that matter. Oh God, this could be Erica whatsername's lingerie, from down the street. Joyce felt embarrassment rising. How could she possibly explain this to her neighbour?

Reaching behind her with her right hand, Joyce continued to hold on to the bra with her left. She grabbed the envelope, flipped it over and had a look. All her panicking slithered to a halt. The address was hers. And the name, although not hers, was Simon's.

Well, that was unexpected. Looking back at the bras and panties, she tried to place them on Simon's body. Yes, they probably would fit. Also, he'd probably look cute in those thongs, and given they were such a scratchy fabric they probably wouldn't remain on for too long either. If this was the kind of panties he had been borrowing before, no wonder he had started to borrow her lace panties so often, they had to feel much nicer.

Joyce tried to work through her many thoughts while she gently refolded each of the bras and panties. She laid them in their tissue paper, and then carefully brought the whole thing down to her crafting room in the basement to neatly tape them back together.

She smoothed the last set of panties within the tissue paper, and slipped them back into the envelope, then headed back upstairs and laid them on the arm of her chair. This at least would be less awkward then having to talk to a neighbour. Perhaps with just an apology.

But.. Joyce didn't really want to just let it go at that. With Simon, she was so curious. So hugely curious. Her mind kept racing with the possibilities of the questions she wanted to ask. Were they for him? Did he wear them? Or just hold them or look at them? What turned them on about them? She was absolutely determined to make sure he could use better quality lingerie though. Joyce could help but be turned on by the idea of him throwing out whatever cheap, unpleasant lingerie he owned to borrow some of hers instead. Or maybe they could shop together?

She had to sit down, with rather more force than she intended.

Living with Simon was not what Joyce had expected. She had expected that she would have to rein in her horny side, her nudity at home, but she hadn't expected her kinky side and Simon's kinky side to bump up against each other as they had done so far. While she had been expecting that she would get curious and that she would have to tamp down on her questions, she hadn't been expecting to have so many questions, or to have them so forcefully push their way forward into her thoughts. Was this what having a crush was like? It had been so long that she wasn't quite sure any more.

She had thought this might have been like when her son had been growing up. He had never taken any of her panties or heels, and she had never found any evidence of him snooping in her room (not that she'd had evidence of Simon doing that either) but she had kept everything much more reserved when she had been younger. With three sons having gone through this stage at the beginning of university, she very much thought she would be prepared. But Simon's borrowing of her panties and heels was affecting her much more than finding her Victoria's Secret and other lingerie catalogues removed from the recycling, and the various random places around her son's rooms where she had found them.

She chuckled at how often she had found them tucked behind the toilet paper under the sink in the bathroom the three boys had shared in the old house. Who had they thought had put fresh towels and things in there?

Not that she had ever commented to Trevor or Tim or Tony, But it had been interesting to see how often they were replaced, sometimes by the erotica novels from her collection. Novels that were in a box waiting to be unpacked, now that she thought about it. Perhaps it was time to put them out on the shelves and get rid of some of the academic journals she'd probably never read again.

Hmm, perhaps Simon would enjoy helping her unpack. Maybe it would prompt him to ask some questions. It would be easier for her if he would ask something, anything. Obviously he was curious, or something. Joyce wondered how she could arrange things to make it easier for him to ask questions, but nothing came to mind yet.

She was interrupted by her phone beeping, indicating a message from Simon had arrived. She had totally ignored it since her masturbation session earlier, a sign of how distracted she had been.

[Hi Grandma, we're just about to get off the bus. I hope the hot tub is warmed up]

[Hi honey, of course]

[We?]

Joyce felt a little silly, as she was climbing up the stairs to her bedroom. The conversation she had been planning for when Simon got home, all the questions she could ask, were clearly out the window. It's not like she could quiz Simon about buying lingerie in front of his friends. Also, she had to radically reconsider her plans for the evening. Joyce got up to her room, and realised that she didn't actually want to wear any of the bathing suits that were there.

She pelted down the stairs again, and an erotic daydream popped into her mind as she bent over to reach into the dryer. Joyce sighed, and promised herself she'd masturbate in here another day (why not, after all), and reached for the one piece. She was surprised to find it was still a bit damp. The bikini, however, proved to be dry so she quickly pulled it on again, adjusting it without the benefit of a mirror alas. Joyce was relieved she'd had a chance to try it on earlier.

She heard the door open, and froze for a second, concerned about what was coming next.

"Hi Grandma, I'm home"

"Hi Mrs D"

Joyce relaxed. It was not some onslaught of friends, just Simon and Mackenzie. Much calmer than it could have been. She walked up the stairs and embraced both of the young people, who grinned at her as they took off their shoes and started to go up the stairs towards Simon's bedroom.

"Hi Kiddos. Hot tub is good to go, shall I get some drinks for you and you meet me out there?" Joyce smiled, and Simon and Mackenzie nodded.

Joyce was already settled in the hot tub, a pitcher of drinks and glasses waiting on the slatted wooden ledge next to it when Simon and Mackenzie appeared a few minutes later. They placed their towels on the same ledge, then sat on the edge of the hot tub before slipping in. Joyce was interested to see that Simon wore a shorter, less baggy form of swimsuit than he normally did, more like boxer briefs, white Mackenzie was wearing a bandeau one piece. She turned around to skip in backwards, and Joyce was surprised and delighted to see that it was thong-cut.

Joyce decided right then that she needed to buy some thong cut swimwear. If Mackenzie could wear them, so could she.

Simon floated over to pour the drinks, while Joyce asked a leading question about their day. The conversation was general for a while, although Joyce always did enjoy heading about progress on the production they were working in together. Though tonight she found herself only half listening, distracted by the contents of Simon's package.

"Is that a new bikini Mrs D?" Mackenzie asked, after the conversation about the day died away.

"Yes, it is," Joyce smiled back."I got a package from my favourite lingerie store today, and this was part of it." Impulsively she stood up, turned and modelled it.

"Looking Hot!" the younger woman continued. "What else did you get?" Mackenzie asked. Joyce could see she was actually curious, so she described her various new acquisitions. Simon didn't say anything, but watched intently, his arm around his girlfriend's shoulder. From the way he was gently rubbing the skin Joyce could tell that he was a bit tense.

She was wondering if she should bring up the other package when to her surprise, it was Simon who brought it up.

"Grandma, I was wondering, did another package from the lingerie company arrive today?"

Joyce turned slightly to look at him, but he didn't seem concerned or anything. Her anxiety plunged away as she realized she had been overthinking things. Again.

"Yes, it's inside. I uh, didn't really want to mention it yet because I opened it without looking at the label, I'm sorry" Joyce did something with her hands that she hoped would seem apologetic. She knew she was blushing.

"Oh? And what did you think of what was inside?" Mackenzie asked, a certain gleam in her eye.

"I guess I was mostly confused" Joyce admitted. "I have tons of questions, and I was planning to gently ask Simon tonight, but I didn't expect you to be here, Mackenzie."

"Though you are always welcome here, dear" Joyce hastened to add.

She continued "I guess I just, want to make sure Simon feels safe here, I mean he needn't hide anything." He faced screwed up, broadcasting her confusion.

*Though i had to wonder, why maternity bras? The panties I understood, really. That was straight forward. I was also a bit baffled, why hide it? I'd be happy to help and order you things you want" Joyce trailed off, finding it difficult to form an exact question.

However the need seemed to be curtailed as Mackenzie seemed to be appointed in the role of spokesperson. Simon certainly seemed comfortable with her taking the lead.

Joyce couldn't help but admire as Mackenzie turned to Simon with a clear "I told you so" look as she answered the unspoken questions.

"Well, since you're curious" a big grin, then. Joyce decided she rafter liked seeing that grin. "Simon and I have very much been enjoying the supportive atmosphere here, as we've been exploring things we are interested in. We decided a little while ago that since we enjoy lactation stories and videos, it's something we'd like to experience more directly."

Mackenzie turned back to Joyce, looking her straight in the eye. No unnecessary shame there, something Joyce liked I'm her even more than that grin.

"The bras are for me to wear, not for Simon. The panties, well that's not entirely up to me to share." Mackenzie turned back to Simon again. "Is there anything else that you wanted to add?

"Not immediately, no" Simon replied, avoiding Joyce's gaze.

"Ah, well that's cool" Joyce responded, dimly aware that this probably wasn't the coolest response in the world but there was too much going through her mind to come up with something more suave.

Thankfully, Simon and Mackenzie came to get her rescue, asking about lingerie brands that she liked and didn't like. Given the cheapness of the bras and panties that they had ordered, Joyce was a little bit surprised to find that both younger people seemed well up on different manufacturers and brands, and trends. Joyce remarked upon this, and was escorted down a rabbit hole of explanation about lingerie bloggers and various ways of learning about things online. Simon very enthusiastically led that part of the conversation, with Mackenzie adding details and nuances where he missed them. It was clear that this was something that they enjoyed together, another delightful discovery for Joyce.

After nearly an hour, the enthusiastic discussion, and eventually show-and-tell that involved Simon grabbing his tablet to introduce her to some of their favourite bloggers, things began to ran down and Joyce realized that she needed to get out of the hot tub before she turned into a prune. But this conversation was so much fun, and she couldn't help but ask one question that had been rising up out of her mind like a submarine from the depths.

"So, lactation. What about it do you like? Is it a turn on for both of you?" Joyce asked, then immediately wished she hadn't. She tried to remember, had she taken her afternoon ADD meds? Because usually she didn't get so focused on things, or make such abrupt topic jumps.

Simon and Mackenzie looked at each other. Joyce could see that Mackenzie wore a look of "I was right," while Simon merely looked a bit nervous.

"You know what, I take that question back" Joyce ventured.

Simon and Mackenzie both looked at her in surprise.

"I'm curious as hell, but it's really not any part of my business at all." Joyce smiled "I do just want to say though, I really do want the two of you to be comfortable and to explore in my house. It's not merely tolerated, it's encouraged. This is a safe place for you to explore, safely" she looked from one younger person to the other, grateful when they smiled and nodded at her.

"I'm going to get out. You two enjoy the hot tub." Joyce picked up her towel, and started to get out. She paused, one leg still dangling in the water. "Simon, come up and see me after Mackenzie leaves?" hesitated "unless you're planning to stay the night, dear" she smiled at the younger woman, but Mackenzie shook her head.

"Not tonight Mrs D, I have to drive my Dad to the airport at stupid o'clock tomorrow morning." Joyce finished getting out, wrapped her towel around herself. "Well you're always welcome to stay! And, please feel free to call me Joyce."

***

Joyce leaned over to pick up the bikini top which she had very casually tossed it next to the laundry hamper, sighing as the towel over there hair flopped down over her eyes. A busy day, that's for sure. Unexpectedly, and a lot to digest. If all the things she had imagined, lactation fantasies had certainly not been amongst them.

She was startled by a soft knock at the door.

Already?

She looked at the clock on her bedside table as she answered "just a second sweetie, I need to grab a gown."

She smiled with satisfaction as her towel landed in the hamper, then grabbed a not-at-all see through, and not-short robe from the hanger on the back of the door. It was her only one that was Simon safe, at least as far as things currently went.

She pulled it around her, and checked in the mirror that she wasn't too cleavagey. She had to pull the robe tighter than it ought to be, and it ruined the lines. The price of propriety, alas.

With some effort Joyce set her smile to something welcome, but not aggressively curious and called Simon to come in. He was still wearing his swimming trunks with a t-shirt.

"Mackenzie go already? I thought you would take longer." Joyce internally grimaced with annoyance at how quickly she betrayed her own anxiety about the situation.

Simon seemed to sense her worry, and he responded as he moved to sit on the bed. "No, everything's fine. Her dad was close and called to offer a ride home.

Joyce nodded, feeling the anxiety sink out of her as she sat on the edge of her bedroom chair, near twin to the one in her library downstairs. It had been a very lovely birthday present to herself.

"So what did you want to talk about?" Simon asked as he tried to get a comfortable pose. Elbows on knees, then cross-legged were both rejected, before Simon tried lying on his side, facing her. "Did you want to talk more about lingerie?" Simon returned to sitting up, hands in his lap, finally looking at her.

"Yes," Joyce immediately replied, honestly.

"Wait, uh, no." Now she adjusted, sorting out a hem that wasn't quite sitting comfortably under her leg.

"What I mean is yes, I would love to. I'm dreadfully curious." Joyce nodded, perfectly comfortable with the honesty of the statement.

"Actually, what I wanted to talk about was your borrowing my panties and my heels." No help for it, straight in.

Simon, unsurprisingly blushed deeply. But he didn't look away.

"I didn't know if you'd noticed. You didn't say anything after I did it the first couple of times, and I.. well I thought you might not get angry. I guess I know now"

Simon really is a good boy, Joyce thought considering the admission. "Oh, I'm not. In fact I'm dreadfully curious about it."

Simon shook his head, and his blush deepened. "I..." he petered off, and Joyce shook her head.

"No no, I just mean" she stopped, hands palms out in what she hoped he recognized as "calm down, it's fine." Not that he wasn't calm. A very good boy, really, Simon. Joyce cleared her throat.

"I just wanted to say, I don't mind if you borrow things, and you don't have to restrict yourself to my- uh- worn panties" she congratulated herself on the nearly smooth substitution "you're welcome to borrow my clean things as well."

Joyce got up, then went over to her chest of drawers "including my bras" she opened two drawers, one of bras by themselves, and one of matching sets "and my lingerie." She settled against the top as she opened another drawer with her left hand.

"I just ask that you not borrow the vintage lingerie in my closet, or anything underneath my bed. And.." she trailed off a bit hesitant, and crossed her arms, before dropping them down again, worried she might have raised the hem of her gown too high for Simon's comfort.

"And?" Simon asked, still blushing. He had turned around to follow her, but wasn't fidgeting or anything that suggested he was very uncomfortable or needed to escape.

"and if you borrow a set that's clean, let me know, just in case I want to wear it?"

Joyce suddenly felt as if that would be too far, though Simon didn't flinch or anything too noticeably.

"You know what, that's too far" Joyce followed on in a rush "just, how about if I'm looking for something she I can't find it, I'll try to keep you know far enough in advance that it can go through the wash" she gripped the lip of the top of the chest of drawers.

Simon shrugged "no, Grandma, that wasn't too far. If I want to borrow anything from here, I'll ask." He paused, himself. "Do you keep any more heels up here? I'd love to see more, if you have them." He looked eager, and the blush had mostly settled, except for the adorable bright pink of his ears

Joyce nodded, smiling broadly. "yes, sweetie, I have a few more pairs in the closet," she said. "As long as my bedroom door is open, feel free to come in and explore the contents of my drawers, especially if I'm not home" she held up a finger, and then amended the statement "though I'll retract the privilege if you mess things up. If you're careful though, you can learn my folding system, or I can teach you to fold next time we do a load of my panties. How about this"

Her smile grew broader "how about, in return for your free access to my lingerie and heels, you take over the laundry for those? Seems fair to me, given the state that my panties get returned to the hamper downstairs" Joyce felt the adrenaline coming on, and tried to tamp it down.

Simon grinned, getting up from the bed. "Sounds fair to me too" he started to head out, after what could be a natural conclusion to the conversation. "I think I'm going to get back into the hot tub and have a drink and read, '' he said, over his shoulder. He paused at the door, and half turned, maybe a little self conscious for leaving, unsure if it was truly the end.

"Did... you want to talk about anything else?" Simon didn't seem like he was hurrying to leave, but it was clear he was actually looking forward to going back to the back yard.

Joyce's adrenaline rushed up again, things are going so well, might as well try the next jump too.

"Actually there is..." Joyce was facing the wrong way to see herself in the mirror, so she hoped she came across as something less than manic.

Simon turned to lean against the door frame, hands in his pockets. "oh? What's up?"

Joyce just tried going straight at it. "I'm not sure if anybody told you, but for the past few years, since I've moved into this house, I've been going nude at home as much as possible." She took a breath, Simon nodded.