Chapter 10
Joyce smiled when she recalled the ensuing scandal. She glanced again at the clock, wishing Jason would get here with his friend. It had been impossible for the nine youngsters to keep quiet about the party. The whispers had started and flowered. And, as some sort of weird tribute to what had actually happened, the rumors had never caught up with the reality.
All things considered, the separation and divorce from Paul had been surprisingly amicable. They each knew what the other had been doing, so there had been no battle over child custody. Because of the rumors about the birthday party, Joyce and Jason had been the ones to leave town and take up residence halfway across the country. Paul and Judy had stayed, having been more discreet. Property had been divided, a cash settlement arranged and child-support payments for Jason established. Joyce hadn't been financially greedy, since she was getting what she really wanted. She didn't care about anything but Jason any more.
"Hi, Mom," Jason called out from the kitchen, making Joyce whirl around, her memories fading quickly.
"Hi, darling," she called cheerfully, heading out to the kitchen.
"Mom, this is Sam. Sam, this is my mother."
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Kirkland," the boy said politely, taking her hand and giving it a firm shake. "Jason's told me a great deal about you."
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Sam," Joyce responded. "Are you going to be able to spend the night?" Her heart was beating very fast at the sight of the youth. He was dark, slender and handsome, with big, dark eyes that seemed to swallow her up.
"I certainly am, Mrs. Kirkland," Sam said enthusiastically.
"Well, why don't you two sit down and have something to eat? I'm going to slip into something more comfortable. I'll be back in a moment."
Joyce saw the knowing glance that passed between Jason and Sam and hurried out of the kitchen. She wasn't slipping into something more comfortable, she was slipping out of what she had on. She returned to the kitchen moments later, stark naked. She was proud of her sleek body.
"Wow!" Sam breathed admiringly, and Joyce flushed with pleasure. "You're beautiful."
"Thank you."
"Can we ... go upstairs right now?" Sam asked hopefully.
"Certainly," Joyce agreed easily.
Jason looked pleased as he herded his mother and Sam out of the kitchen. Joyce's legs were already quivering with suppressed lust. Sam looked deliciously neat, trim, young and eager.
Upstairs, in the master bedroom, there was one huge bed. And this time there was a mirrored ceiling and mirrored walls. Joyce had remembered her frustration at not being able to see the cock being driven into her and had had highly reflective surfaces installed to suit her pleasure. She'd tested them with the workmen.
Sam was tearing his clothes off as soon as he was through the door. She crawled to the center of the bed and stretched out, staring at her reflection in the mirror overhead. She liked what she saw. She was evenly tanned from head to toe, her flesh was firm and there wasn't a spare ounce on her. And she didn't have to deliberately exercise, either. Jason saw to it that she had enough exercise to keep her in shape.
Sam crawled over to her worshipfully, and settled beside her. "Can I touch you, Mrs. Kirkland?"
Joyce nodded happily. She never tried to keep them from calling her Mrs. Kirkland. The formality tickled her. She reached over and held Sam's cock tenderly as he stroked and petted her breasts.
His touch was sure and careful, and Joyce knew he wasn't a virgin. As Jason grew older so did his friends, and it was getting harder and harder to find virgins.
Even though Sam was experienced, he was impatient, and ran through the preliminaries quickly. In a few minutes he was between Joyce's thighs and she was welcoming him into her pussy. She wondered idly what number cock this was that she'd had in her life, and decided it would be too much trouble to try to count them up. Instead, she watched in the mirror as passion twisted her face. Fires leaped higher and higher in her, then blazed through her as she came and came and came. She felt Sam pouring his load of cum into her pussy and tightened the walls of her vagina around his pumping organ.
It was all over in a few minutes, and Sam was off her, his cock trailing an icy string of semen over her thigh.
Jason was ready and willing, and Joyce was able. "I want to put it up your ass, Mom," Jason said bluntly.
Joyce rolled over and got to her knees, feeling the bed sag as he knelt behind her. Then his cock was pushing at her rectum and she was fighting to admit it. This was the way she liked it best. She loved to have a big hot shaft ramming deep into her bowels. She looked in a mirror and watched the trim, hard staff sliding slowly into her. Jason reached around her and sank his fingers into her juicy pussy, and Joyce whimpered with pleasure. She could see Sam watching the process wonderingly, licking his lips. His cock was swelling again, and she knew she was going to get almost all the cock she could want.
Jason pistoned his cock in and out of Joyce's ass, and she let her head sink to the mattress as she began to come again, waves of juice pouring over Jason's fingers. The shaft burned through the tight ring of Joyce's asshole until she felt as if it were going to be blistered.
Jason rammed into her hard and locked his body against hers, pouring his semen into her guts with powerful pulses of his cock.
Joyce sighed, accepting his load as her own climax began to fade. It was good, so good, but nothing could ever compare with that stupendous birthday party.
Joyce felt her son withdraw his shaft from her butt, and rolled over just in time to accept Sam's cock into her dripping pussy. She was their plaything, their toy. It was going to be a long, wonderful night.
The morning might be lousy-they usually were-but that was tomorrow. Joyce refused to think of tomorrow.