Joyce Dickinson part 4 - Sex Stories

Joyce Dickinson part 4

... woman&#034 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 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. &#034There they go again. That poor bed haha. Gets some hammer!!&#034 Robbie joked. &#034Come on..we'll slip back to our rooms quietly...&#034 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.....&#034watch....just watch....&#034 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 ...