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Joyce Dickinson par 2.Sylvia and Joyce spent a lazy morning lolling around in there dressing gowns, catching up on the lost years. Steve was away golfing till tomorrow evening, and Robbie was at the gym. They planned on going into town for a look around the shops and do a little retail therapy. Girly stuff. Sylvia tried to keep the conversation as lite as possible, trying to avoid subjects that involved marriage.... Joyce was enjoying her reunion and tried to stay positive. They were both trying hard. At eleven they decided to get ready and made plans to leave at twelve. As they intended having a drink, they decided to order a taxi. Joyce just stepped out of the shower when Sylvia walked into her bedroom. Joyce was drying herself, and Sylvia couldn't help but notice how good her friend looked. Except for one thing. Her hairy pussy. Joyce saw her looking and blushed. She thought she had sexual desires for her.... Sylvia laughed and said *quot;haha...no you daft mare...I'm looking at your hairy box...haha. I'm not wanting to eat it!!!! Haha. I'm just thinking how...80's it is. Haha. Look......*quot;Sylvia dropped her towel, showing Joyce her near perfect body. Her breasts still sat firm and proud, nipples thick and hard. Not a spare ounce of fat on her middle....and.... not a hair on sight on her pubic mound....Joyce blushed again,deeply.... shocked at her friends blasé outlook. *quot;I've had my 'foofy' waxed every few weeks for years. Steve likes it like that coz he's doesn't get wire rash on his chin when he's eating me. *quot; she laughed. *quot;I've not seen a hairy one like that for years. Haha. We'll have to get something done about that Joyce babe...... And those as well ....*quot; She said, pointing to a pair of white cotton knickers and a pink bra. *quot;We've a lot of work to do girl... And a hell of a lot of money to spend too !!!!! your on the market now girl, and appearance is everything. Men don't like hairy beavers anymore...they want smooth pussys and matching silky underwear...and....thongs..they all want thongs....dirty bastards, the lot of them.*quot; She giggled. *quot;Come with me.*quot;In Sylvia's bedroom she opened her underwear drawer. Joyce stared at the dozens of sets of matching underwear. They were all colours. Some plain black some plain white. Some had differnt frills on the edging some were virtually transparent. What they all said was....SEX. Joyce was astonished. Gary had never suggested or even bought for her anything like this. She held some in her hand and wondered at the softness. In all her years she had only worn the same comfy pants and sensible bras. She never did ...sexy..huh!! Sylvia was shocked at her friends lack of sex appeal *quot;Try a set on*quot;*quot;No no I couldn't. I'm embarrassed. *quot;*quot;Silly mare...come on. Off with that gown...choose a set. My tits are a bit bigger than yours....here try this set..the bras a bit tight on me. Should fit you ok.*quot;*quot;Ok I'm really shy!!!*quot;*quot;Don't worry..we'll get you sorted..come on then. Get these on*quot;Joyce put the white satin bra on, and, it fit perfectly...pushing her tits up to form a perfect cleavage. The thong though, caused her a problem. She had never worn one before, and found it strange having the material between her cheeks and running across her ass hole. Sylvia saw another problem......The hair. It was sprouting everywhere. *quot;Ok. Some tidying to do here girl...get them off.*quot;Joyce was shocked. *quot;Nnno nnno. I I I. What ya doing.*quot;*quot;Joyce....now listen...this is the first day of the rest of your life....ok. Without Gary!!!! Deal with it.!!!! You have got to trust me here. Ok. I've went through all this when I left Robbies dad. You know all about that. We girls have to make the best job of ourselves to be happy. And being happy means being sexy...presentation is everything!!!! To be the perfect package we have to prepare....now...DO YOU TRUST ME?*quot;*quot;Yes...of course I do*quot;*quot;Good.....now come with me into the bathroom.*quot;They left the bedroom and went into the family bathroom. *quot;Ok climb in the bath. And stand up.*quot; She went into a cupboard and brought out some hair clippers with a guard on it. *quot;Ok this is Steves hair clippers it's got a no 1 guard on. This'll take the hair down to 1/4 inch. Ok. Do you want me to do it or do avcilar escort you want to do it yourself. I'm easy. I won't embarrass you...Im not gay..don't worry.*quot; She smiled. *quot;I'll do it...*quot; She said blushing. *quot;Don't you be thinking that's a vibrator mind....haha*quot;She was a permanent shade of pink. Joyce tried to do it but kept losing her grip on the buzzing razor. Sylvia took over. Three minutes later the job was done and there was a pile of black hair in the bath. *quot;That's better now isn't it? That's a brill start...now i can tidy the stubbly bits with a razor if you want.....*quot;*quot;Ok...thankyou for everything Sylv, I'm a mess and I know it...my hairs a fucking mess , everything's a fucking mess... *quot; she bit her lip to stop crying, and sat on the edge of the bath.*quot;Don't worry k**. I'll get you sorted. Now I'm going to turn the hot water on you to soften the skin......that's it. Use some soap to lather yourself up....good girl. No diddling that clit mind...you've no time for playing...heeheehee.*quot; Sylvia watched her friend rubbing her crotch and her fingers slipping over her lips. She could see her clit getting bigger and smiled to herself. She wondered if Joyce had frigged herself more than a dozen times in her life. *quot;Is that ok*quot; she asked shyly. *quot;Perfect...now what I'll do today is just shape the pubes into a V. I'll shave of all the loose hair round about and that'll mean no hair will be seen outside of a thong. It'll also give you a nice camels toe. Errr you do know what a camels toe is, don't you? *quot;Joyce didn't but she said she did. Sylvia suspected she was lying. It didn't really matter. Ten minutes later and the job was complete. Sylvia could have just shaved it all off, but, if Joyce wanted, she was better to get it waxed, and she would need some hair left on to do that. Joyce looked in the bathroom mirror and examined the finished article. *quot;Mmmm I like it....much tidier eh Sylv? What colour for this mop?*quot; She said holding her head in her hands. *quot;Well, the collars and cuffs have to match...heeheehee. So....the pubes are black at the mo...so I would suggest black...or....get a wax, and you could go any colour. A nice redhead with blond streaks..or a shade of blond...or pink..heehee. Anything you want babe..its your life...be a rebel...shave it off...hahaha.....come with me*quot;*quot;Now that's much better*quot;Joyce stood in Sylvia's bedroom wearing white black satin bra and thong set on, similar to the white set triednearlier. She looked good...and....surprisingly, felt good. She did a twirl in front of the mirror, admiring her nice plump arse with the material disappearing between her cheeks. She felt her pussy moisten and her nipples harden... Sylvia noticed her nipples too. Sylvia picked her a low cut white blouse, which off a good view of her 'new' cleavage. It came to waist length which gave off just a glimpse of flesh above her jeans which, being her own, weren't that fashionable. Joyce was smaller than Sylvia and her jeans would be to long for Joyce. Her shoe size was the same, so, a pair of three inch heels completed her new appearance. For now anyway. Sylvia was under no illusion of the task ahead...but the start had been good. It was now nearly time for the taxi, so the two girls made there final preparations and waited in the hallway. Ten minutes later and they were driving into town...Joyce sitting in the back of the cab and.... being very aware of the material rubbing her arse hole...Robbie got home from the gym and fancied a bath. He was hot and aching. A bath was the answer. He stripped off his tracksuit, tee shirt, and pants, leaving them all lying on his bedroom floor. The bathroom mirror was steamed up and Steve's hair cutters were lying on the floor. There was hair in the bath. Curly hair...like....!!!!! What the fuck!!!!He picked the wet hair up and felt the texture. What was going on he could only guess. His mother has blond hair and a baldy cunt...not hers. 'Mmmmm' he mused. Joice or Steve.......Joyce. Had to be. Steves a lighter colour and he's got a shaved cock. Robbie should know that...he's seen, many many times, his thick 8*quot; cock plunging into all of his mothers fuck holes. 'What's going on şirinevler escort here, for Joyce's pubic hair to be in the bath...the hair trimmer on the floor...and...hold on....somebody's shaved in here.' He looked closer and saw tiny hairs, like a man had shaved in the bath. He walked along to Joyce's room and had a look round. A pair of big knickers were lying on the bed, but apart from that it was tidy. His mothers room was a different story. There were thongs....clean...lying on the bed and clothes s**ttered about. Robbie put two and two together and got five!! He whipped his erect 7*quot; cock in to his hand, imagining what only an 18 year old boy could ...........his sex mad mother had shaved her new lesbian lovers cunt and had tounged and fisted her all morning while he was at the gym. He had a thought, and walked, cock in hand to his mothers walk in wardrobe. She had a stash of sex toys which she kept hidden from view......not from Robbie though. Robbie found them them a year ago and would sometimes borrow one of her vibrators and use it on his cock and sometimes his arsehole. She had three dildos of varying length and thickness, guessing the smaller thinner one was used on her arse. The other two, he thought, resembled the length and thickness of Steves cock. One was black and the other cream...flesh colour. She had two virators one he knew was a rabbit, and the other was shaped like a big microphone. He'd seen her using this on her clit and thought this was her favourite. He'd been lucky one night and saw her using it while Steve was in her are hole. Robbie hoped when he got married it was to s girl as big a slut as his mother. He checked all the toys, looking for evidence of recent use, they were all dry. He smelled all of them deeply...observing the stale smell of his mothers musky cunt. These hadn't been used. He proceeded to the ensuite and got a pair of dirty knickers from out of her wash basket. There was dried men's cum in the gusset. Steves he guessed...or some lover...some doctor had fucked her on an operating table...five other men waiting there turn. The imagination of youth. Robbie lay on his mums bed and wrapped the thong panties round his herd erect cock. He dreamed of his mother, Sylvia, being double penetrated by two huge dicked doctors, naked except for there white coats...one in her cunt and one in her arse hole. He saw them in his mind, fucking her to death for hours and hours. , and when they they finally came, Aunty Joyce crawled on the bed with her new smooth pussy and then ate the sticky cum out of Robbies mothers fuck holes. He shot all over his chest and face and on the bed sheets. He decided not to go out as planned....he needed too stay sober to investigate. He picked up his mobile and rang the 19 year old he had picked up the weekend before. They had planned to go to the cinema but it would have to wait. If she didn't like it she could just fuck right off.!!! He didn't care....sluts like her were two a penny. She was ok, and they rescheduled. He would have her next time. Joyce was in the changing room while Sylvia shipped in clothes. She was standing in Sylvia's bra and thong set trying on outfit after outfit....blouse after blouse...dress after dress. The bra was on, then it was off. The cut of the dress determining the underwear she wore...or didn't. Sylvia had her bending over in short skirts..checking what was passable lengthwise....and what might be classed as obscene. She put some of each, aside....Mmm. By five o'clock they were both laden with bags. All Joyce's. She had spent in total, two months mortgage money, but, she didn't care a fuck. She paid on the joint credit card. Gary had obviously forgotten about it, because the first one went through so.......They had intended going for a drink, but then decided to go home, get changed and go out for a meal, have a drink and maybe even go dancing. Joyce had admitted that apart from her wedding dance, she couldn't remember the last time she'd gone dancing. Somehow, this did not shock Sylvia. She thought to herself 'Mother fucking Theresa's had more fun in her life than Joyce! 'Robbie heard the taxi pull up and went to taksim escort his room and hid. He had his house keys in his pocket to make his mother think he was out. He'd told her he had a date and would text her later, what he was doing. The pair of them walked in the house, giggly and excied like a pair of teenagers. . They organised something about 'an hour,' and disappeared into there respective rooms, Joyce, laden with mountains of bags. Robbie had been cute. He had left his joint ensuite, connecting door wide open....hopefully thinking that Joyce would assume he was out and not close it. He was right. From his slightly open wardrobe door, he could see right into the spare bedroom and was afforded the sight of his Aunty Joyce taking off,,what he recognised, as his mothers blouse. The black bra and thong could also have been his mothers as she had a set just like it. They didn't look brand new, so that was a puzzle. She looked damned good though her arse was amazing in the thong panties and dreamed of using his teeth to take them off. She walked into the ensuite and started the shower. 'Please don't shut the door...please don't shut the door!!!' He said under his breath.... again his prayers were answered. She stripped the bra and panties off. 'For fuck sake...No hair...freshly trimmed fuck hole....the sexy, dirty cunt...who'd have thought it...Aunty Joyce.....your a fucking slut....mmmm one day...one day....for sure...I'm going to have my cock jammed in you somewhere.'He watched her wash her greying hair, and then her body.... Starting on her face she worked down to her feet. She produced a razor from somewhere and sc****d her armpits and then round her inner thigh , tight into her V above her clit. Sometimes she faced his bathroom door, the other times facing away. when she was shaving her legs he took machine and crept right to the bathroom. She was bending at the waist and her arse and pussy were right against the glass partition. Robbie could swear she'd been using her mothers dildo.!!!He crept back into his room, just in time to watch her chose a brand new dark blue bra and matching thong from her pile of bags. After using a deodorant she picked a transparent sky blue plunging blouse which lleft a three inch gap to her new thong panties. She picked a pair of navy blue trousers, cut off at the knee, and a thin belt which wasn't very tight alllowing her knickers to be seen when she bent forward. He didn't know if this was intentional or not. Dressed, Joyce looked in the mirror, and for once, saw a good looking well dressed woman staring back. She was booked in to get her hair done next week and was looking forward to that. She went downstairs. He lay on his bed and waited on them leaving. He heard a peep and went to the window. A taxi was waiting and they both appeared.....both, dressed to kill!! ..oh what he would have done to get a threesome with those two. The taxi sped off just as his mothers iPhone rang. She'd left it. Robbie answered it. Steve!!! He told Robbie he was coming home tonight as they'd been rained off and would be home by nine. Robbie said he'd try to get in touch with them but didn't know Aunty Joyce's number. Steve told him the code to unlock her iPhone and to ring her and warn her he was coming home. He unlocked the phone and got her number, inputting it into his own phone. He was about to lock her phone again. when he thought to check a few files. Pictures of Steves cock in her mouth and pussy were common place. Also some glamour shots of mum in various stages of undress. He forwarded most of them to his own phone. Wanking material if nothing else....then, ....that's a laugh....why look at pictures of sex when you can walk along the landing and see a porn scene being filmed. He sent them all anyway. He decided to go and fuck the girl he'd put off, from earlier in the evening. She'd be grateful, he was sure. but his plans were, to be back at the house by eleven anyway.....the time he'd put in the text message, he'd sent to his mum via Aunty Joyce. His plan was, he thought, to lay foundations, foundations in getting Aunty Joyce to become an addict for his young cock.....Ha ...wouldn't that be strange. Robbie gets Joyce pregnant.....fuck you uncle Garry. Haha. Or maybe 'thank you uncle Garry for bringing the slut to me'. He pocketed a pack of three condoms and set out on his date. He'd best keep 'clean' before the main event. Staring hopefully about 1130 pm. Bring it on......