Milfs of Middletown Ch. 07: Joan

All characters in this story are over the age of 18

These events take place in England in the late 1980's

April walked back to her car having left a young Frenchman in the clutches of her ravenous sister Brenda (see previous chapter). She had a certain spring in her step as she imagined what Brenda might get up to with her young house guest. "Would you like to sit in the front with me Yves?" she said to the French lad sat in the back. Like his compatriot Luc, he had just turned 18, but was a somewhat naive boy. He had noticed April's breasts bouncing, and her shorts exposing her chunky thighs which wobbled as she strode towards the car. He believed the tales told to him by his elder peers of how they lost their virginity on trips abroad and his libido was soaring as he found himself away from his parents for the first time.

"Yes please," replied Yves, undoing his seatbelt and exiting the rear of the car. He settled in the front passenger seat and reached for the seatbelt which stuck on the inertia reel.

"I'm sorry about that," said April, "Its a bit temperamental that belt. Let me help you." She leaned over and reached for the belt. It was a bit of a stretch and her left breast pressed against Yves' chest while she got a grip on the belt buckle. Tugging it gently the belt did what it was supposed to and Yves was clipped into place.

April pretended to struggle to get upright and had to place her hand on Yves' bare leg for leverage. Was that a bulge in his shorts she could see?

It certainly was a bulge of sorts as the feeling of April's mammary compressed against his chest and her hand on his leg had Yves cock twitching. He glanced to his right as April settled into the driver's seat, the curve of her breast shown off by her tight T-shirt proving to be a most pleasant sight to the young man. April had no problem with her seatbelt as the strap nestled between her breasts. This only served to emphasize the ample size of her bosom and Yves' eyes widened with his cock twitching further.

April noticed the direction of the youngster's gaze which sent a tingle of arousal through her body, but resisting the urge to reach across and place her hand on the boy's lap she started the engine. "Its only a short trip Yves," she said, "and soon you will be with my friend Joan. I think you will get on with each other just fine. It will be time for the evening meal soon and she is a good cook."

Joan was indeed looking forward to having a young man about the house. Her encounter with Jimmy in chapter 5 had awoken a long-dormant libido and she awaited Yves' arrival with eager anticipation, leaving the front door open to get him inside quickly.

A few minutes later the car pulled onto Joan's driveway. "Follow me please Yves," she said getting out of the car and retrieving the young man's suitcase from the hatchback. She walked through the open front door with Yves in tow and into the lounge where Joan was waiting.

"Hello Joanie," cried April, briefly hugging her friend, "This is Yves who you will be looking after for the next few days." She stood to one side allowing them to see each other.

Yves drank in the sight of Joan, her sturdy calves encased in brown tights and a skirt that finished below the knee. Her wide hips and a vest top exposing her bare arms. Her smiling face was topped with a neatly-styled hairdo with flecks of grey showing. But his gaze dropped to the vest top again which was stretched tightly across a large bust, so tight in fact that the outline of her nipples were plain to see, all topped off with a low neckline which showed a pleasant amount of cleavage. His cock twitched again.

"Welcome, welcome," cried Joan, grabbing Yves' hand and shaking it vigourously. So vigourously that her breasts wobbled beneath her vest. Yves' cock twitched some more.

Joan was similarly impressed with the view of Yves, his tight T-shirt showed how slim he was and his shorts showed off his smooth tanned legs. But those shorts were very short and rather tight. Then she saw where the young man's gaze was directed and felt rather aroused that he was obviously finding the sight of her bust attractive.

"Lets get you settled into your room Yves," said Joan breaking the erotically-charged silence. "Follow me upstairs young man." She grabbed his suitcase and led the way up the staircase. "I'll be down for a chat in a minute April," she shouted.

She pointed out the bathroom to Yves and they came to the room at the end of the landing where the youngster was to sleep. "I will leave you to unpack Yves," she began, "When you are ready you can come down and I will get us some drinks."

She left the young man to sort himself out and rejoined April downstairs. "Lets go in the kitchen," she said to her friend. "Fancy a cuppa?"

"Yes please Joanie," replied April. "What are your first impressions of the boy then?"

"Well he certainly got a good eyeful of my bust," said Joan filling the kettle.

"Yes, he was checking my tits out in the car earlier," replied April. "He might be a horny little devil you know."

"Oooh I do hope so," giggled Joan, another twinge of arousal running through nether regions. She then remembered how April had introduced her to Jimmy, so thought it polite to return the favour. "If he is amenable to a bit of how's your father, would you like to join us?"

"Oh I would love to Joanie, but I think my job would be on the line if I tried anything like that," April replied. "Is it OK if I watched you in action though?" She rummaged in her bag and produced her camcorder.

"Well I certainly enjoyed the one you showed me the other day after yoga, so yes go ahead," said Joan taking a sip of tea. "You must be building quite a collection!" She walked over to the side door and unlocked it. "When you make your excuses to go, you can come back round the side and let yourself in."

April was busy setting the serving hatch doors to a voyeuristically narrow opening. "You can get him warmed up in the lounge Joanie, I've got a good view of the sofa from here.

Their conversation was interrupted by the sound of the toilet flushing and footsteps on the landing. Joan emerged from the kitchen to greet Yves as he descended the stairs. "Would you like a drink Yves?" she asked with a cheery smile.

"Yes please, some coca-cola if you have any," he replied.

"Of course," said Joan, "you come in the lounge and make yourself comfortable."

Yves followed his hostess into the lounge which was in fact a lounge diner with a small dining table by the serving hatch. A coffee table was in front of the sofa with an unopened edition of the Sun newspaper laying on it. There were several prints of famous artworks adorning the walls, which Yves started to admire.

"I'll leave you to look at the paintings Yves," said April, bustling towards the kitchen.

She opened the fridge and poured a glass of coke for Yves when she saw April beckoning her over to the serving hatch.

"Look at the dirty little devil," April whispered. Yves had stopped in front of a print by Rubens called Angelica and the hermit which featured a curvy lady not wearing very much reclining on a bed. His cock twitched and strained against the fabric of his tight shorts

They both peered through the gap as Yves put his hand in his pocket and tried to readjust his erection.

"I think he's playing pocket billiards, he's going to have to be taught a lesson," whispered Joan, her own arousal increasing at the thought of what might be happening in the boy's shorts. "You make your excuses and leave now."

"I think I'm done here Joanie," said April in a raised voice. "Is it OK if I leave my car on your driveway as there's no parking at the language school?"

Alerted by the raised voices, Yves immediately withdrew his hand from his pocket, but the bulge in his shorts was plain to see through the gap in the serving hatch.

"Yes, thats fine," replied Joan, following April to the front door. "See you later on, byeee."

"Goodbye Yves," called April poking her head into the lounge.

Yves had a guilty look on his face as he hurried over to the sofa, sitting quickly to try and hide the bulge in his shorts. "Goodbye," he mumbled.

Joan came into the lounge smiling at her young guest. "Would you like some ice in your drink Yves? It is rather hot today."

"Yes please," replied the young man.

Joan bustled back to the kitchen, opened the freezer and extracted a tray of ice cubes, she dropped several of them into the coke as April silently entered through the side door.

"I hope his cock doesn't do that," whispered April as the fizzy head of the drink spilled over the rim of the glass.

"I fear we might have that problem," whispered Joan in response, "but I'm sure we can find a way round it."

Yves turned his attention to the newspaper on the coffee table in front of him and turned over one page. A topless young lady thrust her pert breasts from page 3 causing another surge in the young man's cock. He sat back in the sofa and thrust his hand back in his pocket.

"Look, look," whispered April excitedly, "He's at it again." She moved to one side to allow Joan a peek through the gap in the serving hatch.

"Right, its time to shame that boy into submission," said Joan hoarsely.

"Before you go Joanie, give him something else to admire." came April's whispered reply. She pick up an ice cube and shoved her hand up Joan's vest top, rubbing the frozen water over her friends nipples.

"Ooh you are a wicked woman April," giggled Joan, her nipples now sticking out much further than before. She removed her slippers and moved silently out of the kitchen, pulling the door to behind her, and into the lounge with the boy's drink in her hand.

Yves was too preoccupied with the sight of the page 3 girl to notice Joan's presence, plus his engorged cock was now causing him considerable discomfort in those tight shorts.

"Here's your drink Yves," chirped Joan.

Yves gasped and hurriedly removed his hand from his pocket, his face reddening as he knew he had been caught red-handed. Once again his gaze fell upon Joan's bust, and outline of her nipples now standing out much further than before, thanks to April's application of that ice cube. His cock twitched some more.

"I think you have been looking at some naughty pictures you wicked boy!" said Joan, nodding towards the page 3 girl. She leaned forward and placed the glass on a coaster next to the newspaper. Her breasts lurched forward exposing more cleavage in her low neckline.

Yves' eyes widened at the sight of Joan's bust. "I'm sorry," he blurted, unable to take his eyes off the magnificent bosom before him.

Joan stood back up, wagging her finger and fixing her young prey with a lascivious stare. "Stand up Yves," she barked.

The young man, driven by his guilt obeyed, swallowing hard.

"Stay right there," said Joan disappearing from the lounge. A few seconds later she was back with a long-handled feather duster retrieved from under the stairs. She flicked some imaginary dust from the window sill and picture frames before sitting on the sofa facing Yves who was now very confused. Looking up at the boy she could see the obvious bulge in his shorts which was starting to protrude down his left leg. Another twinge of arousal ran through Joan's pussy as she licked her lips. "Take your top off Yves," she commanded.

"What! Why?" spluttered the boy.

Joan flicked the feather duster along the boy's thighs. "Don't argue Yves, naughty boys must do as they are told!" she said sharply.

The feeling of the feathers on his sensitized skin made the bulge in Yves' shorts grow even more. Panting heavily, he grabbed the hem of his T-shirt and pulled it over his head.

Joan gasped at the sight of his well-toned torso, but it was the fact she had total control over the young lad that fed the wetness building up in her pussy. She flicked the feather duster across the boy's chest. "Now undo your shorts you dirty young man."

Yves cock had just surged to a new level of discomfort as the feathers stimulated his nipples, so he was kind of relieved at Joan's instruction. He undid the button and slowly slid the zip down on his shorts.

His underpants bulged out of their containment and a tell-tale stain of precum gave away the youngsters aroused state. Instinctively he cupped his hands over the bulge.

"Hands off!" snapped Joan. "You are not allowed to touch yourself down there when you are in my house. Now take your shorts down you filthy boy."

Yves wilted under Joan's icy stare and her strident tone. He put his thumbs in the waistband and peeled the garment over his hips. The shorts fell to the floor and without being asked Yves stepped out of them, his top lip quivering.

"Very good young man," snapped Joan, trying her best not to stare at the obvious erection that was struggling for release. "Now turn to the side for me please."

Yves turned to his left revealing a sight that made Joan stifle another gasp. The tenting in his underpants had lifted them clear of his leg and through the gap she could see through to the serving hatch on the other side. Resisting the urge to wave at April she flicked the feather duster along the back of Yves' thigh. "Now turn away so your back is facing me," she ordered.

Back in the kitchen, April had a great view of all this through the gap in the serving hatch. She could zoom in with her camcorder and used this to get a good eyeful with the help of the viewfinder. In unison with Yves she undid her shorts and slipped them off. Her hand slipped inside her panties and into her bush, cupping her outer lips as she felt her wetness increase. As Yves turned to the side and then to face her, the sight of the bulge in his underpants led to a finger slipping between her labia, sending a jolt through through her body.

Joan leaned forward and used the feather duster to trace along the contours of the young man's shoulders and spine, Yves shuddered as the tickling sent a new surge through his cock. "Now remove your underpants young man," she demanded.

Yves slid his hands into the waistband and started to pull his pants over his slim hips. Slowly his buttocks came into view, and they were so tight, so gropeable. But Joan resisted the urge to use her hands on the fine young flesh before her. The underpants fell to the floor, and Joan moved the feather duster lower and flicked it across each buttock in turn.

April had the first sight of the youngster's cock as it was released from the prison of Yves' underpants. It pointed straight up crying out to be slid into a slippery vagina, and she wanted it inside hers very badly, but she dare not risk her job by taking advantage of its presence. Her finger started to circle her clit.

"Now turn back and face me," barked Joan. Yves stepped out of his underpants and faced Joan who marveled at the sight of the boy's erection. "How are we going to get this to go down again?" she asked playfully, circling the feather duster around the young man's cock causing it to strain upwards still further.

"I can do that," said Yves, taking hold of his cock and tugging at it gently.

"Stop that this instant!" shouted Joan, stamping her foot on the floor. Her calf shuddered with the force of the stamp. "I have said already you are not allowed to touch yourself while you are in my house. Is that clear?" she continued, her tone becoming increasingly strident.

"I'm sorry, I can't help it," blubbed Yves, removing his hand from his cock.

"You need to be punished for that young man," said Joan, slowly drawing her skirt up over her knees before parting her thighs slightly. "Come here and lie across my lap Yves."

The sight of Joan's meaty thighs caused another surge in the boy's already rigid cock which was desperate for release. He took two paces and stood by Joan's lap.

"Now bend down and lie on my lap young man," barked Joan using the feather duster to push his shoulders forward. "You will call me auntie Joan from now on."

Yves did as he was told and lay across Joan's lap with his cock dangling between her parted thighs.

"This is what we do to boys who look at naughty pictures and can't control themselves," cried Joan as she brought her hand down on the buttocks that were so neatly presented to her.

"Arrgghh," cried Yves, but the jolt of pain seemed to feed through to his cock.

"Do you understand what you have done wrong?" shouted Joan, bringing her hand down again and dealing another stinging rap to the young man's rear. She could feel the end of Yves' cock pressing into her thigh, so she swung her thighs from side to side as she delivered another blow. The swinging motion caused the young man's cock to brush against Joan's tights, and his cock surged again as it sought release.

"Yes, I understand, I'm sorry," cried Yves.

Joan brought her thighs back together, trapping the youngster's cock in her hosiery. She jiggled her knees up and down causing even more stimulation to the boy's desperate member.

"Stand back up Yves, lets see if your punishment has relieved matters down below," she said.

Yves got back to his feet and faced Joan. Unsurprisingly his cock was still very erect.

"Well, that didn't do any good at all, and look at the mess you've made of my tights," shrieked Joan in mock indignation, raising her skirt further and parting her thighs. A large stain of precum coated her tights along the inner thigh.

"I'm sorry," croaked Yves. "I'm sorry auntie Joan."

"Well, I'm going to have to take matters into my own hands to get this back down," said Joan pointing towards Yves' cock with the feather duster. "Sit down beside me you dirty boy."

Yves did as he was told and sat on the corner of the sofa next to Joan. She turned towards him, hitched up her skirt, and placed one thigh over the boy's lap. She inched it higher up until it was pressed against the young man's cock. Slowly she moved it along the length of the erect member and back down. "Is that going to help you Yves?" she asked in a softer voice.

Yves nodded, his need for release consuming all his brain power.

Joan sat up on her other knee, and continued rubbing her hosiery-clad thigh along the length of the boy's cock. Her covered breast was now in Yves' line of sight as she leaned across him, her nipple still poking through the material of her vest top. "Do you like this Yves?" she purred, increasing the motion of her thigh along the length of the boy's cock.

"Yes, yes," panted Yves, feeling his young balls churning.

"What do you like best Yves? Is it auntie Joan rubbing your cock, or do you like looking at her breasts?" said Joan as she reached up with her hand and pulled her vest top lower exposing a bit more cleavage. Yves' breathing quickened.

Back in the kitchen April was getting increasingly aroused. The spanking session had increased her wetness considerably and her fingers were working their way through her well-lubricated pussy squeezing and circling her engorged clit.

Yves looked at the exposed expanse of Joan's breast and the sight sent him over the edge. "Aaaahhhh," he cried as thick jets of spunk erupted from the end of his young cock. With Joans thigh continuing its rubbing, there was little control over the direction of the spunk and while most of it ended up on the boy's torso, it also made its way onto Joan's skirt and vest top.

"That's it my boy, you let it all out," cooed Joan, holding the youngster's head to her bosom and lightening the touch of her thigh on his cock.

The sight of the copious quantities of boy juice squirting every also sent April over the edge. Her head arched back and she stifled her screams as her orgasm ripped through her.

As Yves came down from his orgasm, his breathing slowed and much to his relief his cock was also shrinking.

"Well, that seemed to do the trick didn't it young man," smiled Joan. "But look at the terrible mess its made on my clothes." She pointed out the great globs of spunk on her skirt and vest top.

"I'm sorry............. auntie Joan?" replied Yves.

Joan felt more aroused by the fact he had called her auntie, but she was prepared to wait to have his cock on her own terms and not on a quick ejaculation. "I will need to change my clothes and you must have a shower to get rid of all that stuff," she ordered. "Dinner will be in 45 minutes, so pick up your clothes and go and get showered.

"Yes auntie Joan," replied the boy making his way to the door picking up his shorts, pants and T-shirt on the way.

He scampered up to his room and soon the sound of trickling water cascaded down the stairs, so Joan guessed it was safe to check on April. She found her friend slumped back in a dining chair, panting heavily and still without her shorts. "Looks like you enjoyed yourself more than the lad," quipped Joan. "It certainly smells like you did - its like Billingsgate market!" she added as the scent of April's juices hung heavy in the air.

"God, that was great watching you with him," croaked April.

"I'm glad you did," replied Joan, "As I need a favour from you. I've got to change out of these clothes that he spunked all over, so could you get the dinner on please. Its all prepared on the stove for you."

"Of course I will Joanie," replied April, struggling back into her shorts and putting her camcorder back in her bag.

Joan made her way upstairs and changed into some older clothes that might be a few sizes too small. All the better to tease him with she thought. She heard the bathroom door open and Yves making his way back to his room. "Dinner in 15 minutes young man," she shouted before making her way back down to the kitchen.

April had done sterling work with the meal and the dinner was on schedule. "You had better make yourself scarce while we eat at the table," said Joan. "We don't want him spotting you and getting suspicious."

"No problem Joanie, I'll just be outside the back door in the lean to," replied April.

I'll open the serving hatch to put the dishes back through and pull it nearly shut again when we are done with dinner. When you hear the hatch open and the clattering of plates, you can come back in and see what I've got planned for him afterwards

"Ooh, I can't wait," giggled April, "I'm getting a tingle just thinking about it. And judging by what you are wearing, he's going to have a whale of a time"

Joan continued with the preparation of the meal and by the time she heard Yves footsteps on the stairs everything was plated up.

Yves wandered into the deserted lounge when the serving hatch doors were pulled open and Joan's smiling face beamed through the gap.

"You take a seat at the table Yves," said Joan placing two steaming plates on the lip of the hatch, "I'm coming in now." She noticed that Yves was wearing the same clothes.

Yves wandered across to the table as Joan entered the lounge. His jaw nearly hit the floor at the sight of Joan. The plain brown tights had been replaced by black fishnets, long skirt had gone and in its place was a tight number that finished well above the knee and instead of the vest top a tight white blouse kept that ample bosom under control.

"Take a seat Yves," said Joan, noting the boy's reaction. She pulled a chair out from under the table and gestured with her hand for the lad to sit down. To be sure she kept his interest up she ensured her leg furthest away from Yves was sticking out slightly so he got a good view of her inner thigh.

"Thank you," croaked Yves, still taken aback but his cock was already twitching.

Joan leaned across the table and grabbed the plates from the hatch. Her breasts hung down in the tight blouse and her leg extended behind her for balance showing even more thigh.

"There you go Yves," said Joan, shutting the serving hatch doors. "I'm afraid I am a bit behind with the laundry so I only had these old clothes to put on. I hope they don't look too unfashionable."

"I think you look fantastique," replied Yves, taking a mouthful of food. He had a chance to take a closer look at Joan's blouse, it seemed to be held in place by a single button that sat just under the bustline and that button was straining to keep the cleavage on display contained within the fabric. The material was very thin and he could some brown circles where Joan's nipples would be. His cock twitched some more.

"Thank you Yves," said Joan, "I hope we can put the events of this afternoon behind us now." She was of course lying as her pussy tingled with arousal as she saw the young man eyeing up her boobs beneath the thin fabric of her blouse.

The rest of the meal passed pleasantly enough with the conversation flowing. As the plates became empty Joan reached over for Yves' plate and knocked the salt cellar off the side of the table next to the serving hatch. Yves was too distracted by Joan's bust as it spilled forward to notice the salt, a fact duly noted by Joan.

"Yves, please save me from bending down and pick the salt up off the floor would you?" asked Joan innocently. "Its just by the wall under the serving hatch."

"Of course," replied Yves, moving his chair backwards, and getting under the table. As he located the salt he also noticed the feather duster leaning against the wall by Joan's chair which made his cock twitch again. But then he glanced towards Joan's seat and was dumbstruck by the sight before him. Joan's skirt had ridden up and the fishnets weren't tights but were stockings. Joan's milky white thighs spilled out from their tops and the boy's cock went into overdrive. He couldn't draw himself away quickly enough and stayed on all fours drinking the sight until he was rudely interrupted by Joan's voice.

"What do you think you are looking at young man?" boomed Joan opening her thighs a little further, giving Yves a peek at the crutch of her black panties.

Yves backed up, knocking his head on the table as he tried to get back in his seat.

"Were you looking at something naughty Yves?" asked Joan playfully.

"Yes auntie Joan, sorry auntie Joan," mumbled Yves.

"Stand up young man," ordered Joan.

Yves did as he was told once again, and the tell-tale bulge in his shorts told Joan everything she needed to know. She reached down to her side and retrieved the feather duster. "Do we have the same problem as this afternoon?" asked Joan.

"Yes, sorry auntie Joan," replied Yves, his face reddening with shame, but his cock surging at the sight of the feather duster being wielded by Joan.

"Stand over by the settee young man, I wonder how we should get rid of the problem this time," barked Joan.

Yves retreated over to the settee as Joan opened the serving hatch doors so they banged against the kitchen wall, and placed the plates noisily on the kitchen worktop before bring the doors back to almost a closed position. This was the sound April had been waiting for and she slipped back into the kitchen and took her place by the serving hatch, camcorder in hand.

Joan strode over to the settee and circled her young prey.

"I don't think its appropriate to look up ladies' skirts," she said sternly, flicking the feather duster along Yves' thighs.

"I'm sorry," came the mumbled reply from the quivering boy.

"Remove your top and shorts as we did before young man," order Joan, sitting on the sofa and crossing her legs. Yves' cock twitched as more of her meaty thigh was exposed thanks to the shorter tight skirt.

Yves slowly raised his T-shirt, the feather duster followed his hands as they exposed more torso. He paused as he discarded his top.

"What are you waiting for Yves?" demanded Joan, "The shorts please."

Once again the button on the boy's shorts was unfastened and the zip slowly descended. The bulging underpants sprang forth from their tight confines and Joan's nether regions tingled further.

From the kitchen April removed her shorts once more and slipped her hand inside her panties which were still damp from earlier on. The camcorder whirred away.

Joan twirled the feather duster around the bulge in the boy's underpants as his shorts descended his thighs and calves.

"What shall we do this time?" she cooed, running the feather duster up and down the insides of the boy's thighs. "Its plain my previous efforts didn't last very long. Turn around so your back is facing me."

Yves complied and from her viewpoint April seemed to think his erection was bigger than last time.

"Remove your underpants Yves," barked Joan.

Slowly the last garment came down over the young man's hips and settled on the floor. His cock pointed straight up as before causing April's finger to penetrate her labia and seek out her clit.

Joan used the feather duster on the boy's buttocks, sending another surge through his cock. "Lie down on the floor on your back young man, I don't want to risk getting any fluids on my settee," she barked.

Yves complied once more, his feet were pointing towards April and his head towards Joan who rose from the settee. She stood astride the boy's torso facing his feet and reached down with the feather duster running it the length of the boy's cock. Yves flinched as his cock surged, seeking release once more.

"Judging by the way this is behaving," said Joan pointing the feather duster at the young man's member, I think you are looking up my skirt again."

There was nowhere else to look as Joan's large arse and sturdy thighs filled the youngsters field of view. Yves uttered apologies once more, but his desperation for release became too strong and he grabbed hold of his throbbing cock.

"Stop that at once," shouted Joan, getting wetter at the sight of the boy tugging away at his erection. But Yves continued tugging away. "Right, this calls for extreme measures young man," said Joan hitching her skirt up exposing her black silk panties above the tops of her fishnet stockings. She dropped to her knees and sat with all her weight on the young man's diaphragm.

"Arrgghh," cried Yves, as the breath was crushed out of him.

Yves' grip on his cock was loosened and Joan was able to take a hold of the boy's forearms and trap them under her knees. "That should put a stop to you touching yourself," snarled Joan, picking up the feather duster and resuming running it along the length of the boy's straining erection.

"Please auntie Joan, please help me," cried Yves, begging for release.

Joan continued the application of the feather duster with one hand while she used the other to undo the button on her blouse which sprang open revealing her bust. This was of course out of Yves' sight as she had her back to him, but slowly she inched herself backwards, her arse getting ever-closer to Yves' face.

Yves knew what was coming, "No, no, please no auntie Joan."

"Naughty boys who touch themselves must be punished," cried Joan as she shuffled back the final few inches and sat on the boy's face. This meant Yves' arms were now free, but Joan leaned forward and was able to keep his wrists pinned to the floor.

Yves young body writhed, trying to escape the weight of his captor, a sight that led to April rubbing her clit more vigourously in the kitchen as his cock swung from side to side in time with his body.

In truth, Yves' writhing didn't last long as he found being trapped beneath Joan's silk-clad arse was rather stimulating and his cock surged again. He started thrusting his hips up to meet a non-existent source of friction that he could rub his cock against.

Joan sensed the lad's increasing desperation and lifting Yves' hands from the floor she pressed them into her breasts and kneaded them into the flesh.

With her friend so obviously enjoying the young man's body, April had her second orgasm of the evening, struggling to keep her screams suppressed.

Yves guessed where his hands were and as the images of Joan's cleavage raced through his mind his cock surged again. Joan picked up the feather duster and continued the teasing of the youngster's cock, while starting to grind her silk-covered pussy against Yves' nose and chin. His kneading of her breasts made her pussy even wetter and she could have ground out an orgasm there, but she decided it was more fun to hold back and continue teasing the lad.

She leaned forward, discarding the feather duster and took hold of the young man's cock. It took only a few seconds of gentle pumping before Yves' muffled screams filled the air and jets of spunk squirted from the end of his member. Much of it coated his arms as well as his torso, but several globs made their way onto Joan's thighs, stomach and chest.

As Yves' cock wilted Joan hastily fastened the one button on her blouse that would keep her breasts in place and dismounted the boy's face, smoothing her skirt back down. "Look at the terrible mess young man," she barked, running her finger through a glob of spunk on her stomach that remained exposed beneath the fastened blouse button.

"I'm so sorry auntie Joan," came Yves' reply.

"You have got to stop looking at things that make you do this," snapped Joan, running her finger along Yves' torso and through the pools of white fluid. "We shall both require showers now. Upstairs with you young man."

Joan led the way with Yves following on close behind, hoping to get a peek up her skirt. They reached the landing and Joan puffed. "I need to use the toilet first, so you go to your room. I will call you when the shower is free"

Yves entered his room and shut the door, a mixture of shame and erotic thoughts conflicting his young mind.

Joan sat on the loo, discarding her clothes and wiping the worst of Yves' emissions from her body with toilet paper. When she was finished, she grabbed a large towel from the airing cupboard, wrapped herself in it and went back to her bedroom, retrieving a sleep mask from the bedside drawer. She stood on the landing and called for Yves who emerged from his room with his towel around his waist.

"There is not enough hot water left for two showers Yves, so we will have to share," began Joan. "It would not be appropriate for you to see me naked young man, so I want you to wear this." She produced the sleep mask and placed it over the youngster's eyes.

"I think that is good," replied Yves, "Now I can't see anything."

"I shall lead you," said Joan, taking the lad's hand and guiding him into the bathroom. She turned the shower on and told Yves where the step into the cubicle was, whipping his towel off as he entered before discarding her own and stepping in beside her young prey.

The sound of the running water suggested to April that the coast was clear and she padded silently up the stairs with her camcorder to be greeted by the sight of the blindfolded boy alongside Joan in the shower cubicle through the gap in the bathroom door. She silently pushed the door open and slipped inside.

"Right my boy, lets get you cleaned off first," said Joan, grabbing Yves and turning him so his back was facing her. With a bar of soap in her hand she rubbed it over the young man's torso, cleansing him of his own emissions. Just the feel of his toned body sent another tingle of arousal through her shaved pussy. His muscular arms were next, but Joan took great care to avoid the boy's genital area. "I won't wash you down there," she said, "We don't want the same thing to happen again do we?"

"No, no," replied Yves, "It won't happen again." But he was lying, the blindfold had heightened his other senses and already his young cock was starting to grow under Joan's soapy caress.

"Right, its your turn to wash me," barked Joan, breaking away from her hold on on Yves' midriff. "Turn yourself around young man."

Yves complied and Joan did the same so her back was facing the youngster. She reached behind and pulled the boy's arms around to her front, her arse brushed against the young cock which twitched. Placing the bar of soap in Yves' hand, she guided it in a circular motion so he knew what what was expected of him. Yves did as suggested, working the soap into a lather around Joan's midriff. "Now a bit further up please Yves," demanded Joan moving the boy's hands up to her breasts.

Yves knew what he was washing now, having kneaded those same breasts earlier on. As he worked the soap over Joan's mammaries, he remembered how fulsome they looked in her vest top and how her areolas showed through the thin blouse. His cock started to rise against Joan's arse.

Joan was enjoying the feeling of the young man's ministrations and her nipples were hardening causing more tingles of arousal down below. She felt the boy's cock hardening against her behind and smiled to herself. "Now further down please Yves, just with your hand this time," she cooed, taking the young man's hand without the soap and placing it over her cunt.

Yves gently rubbed the area where Joan had placed his hand and found it strange there was no hair there. He knew about pubic hair, having seen his mother naked, so he came to the correct conclusion that Joan must shave herself down there.

Joan parted her legs slightly and guided the young man's hand further between them. He was now rubbing gently along her slit and over her clit. She wanted to come, but not just yet, and the hardening of the young man's cock pressed against her rear showed he must know something about what he was doing. Breaking away from Yves she turned around to face him, his cock springing up between them. "Oh dear, has the old problem returned Yves," she giggled. "Perhaps you need to wash my legs to dampen your ardour young man." She forced him down by his shoulders to a kneeling position.

With soap in hand Yves started rubbing the soap up and down Joan's legs. "Thats very good Yves, you get all that nasty boy juice off my legs," said Joan encouragingly. She took hold of the lad's head and held it close against her cunt, his nose pressed into the top of her slit.

Having just washed Joan down there, Yves guessed where his head was, and his cock was only heading in one direction. He pushed his tongue out and found Joan's labia. His cock surged again

The feeling of the young man trying to explore her sensitive area sent a jolt of pleasure through Joan. She wanted him to continue, but not here, not now. "I think I am clean enough now lovely boy," said Joan, "Time for you to stand up." She pulled gently on Yves' head bringing him to his feet.

Yves was disappointed that his time in Joan's nether regions had come to an end, but his cock was back at full mast and desperate for further release.

"Oh dear, I think things have got worse," giggled Joan, taking the soap from the boy's hand.

"I'm sorry auntie Joan, it just keeps happening," replied Yves.

Joan rubbed her hands into a lather and gently soaped the length of Yves' cock. "Just one more time then you naughty boy," she cooed. "You wash my back for me while I attend to this," she continued, handing the soap back to Yves while her hands reached round him drawing them closer together.

Yves did has he was told and reached his hands around Joan, soaping her back as Joan gyrated her hips, rubbing the boy's erect cock in a soapy sandwich between their stomachs. She reached up and pulled the boy's blindfolded face down to her level and planted her lips against his. Yves breath quickened as Joan's tongue foraged into his mouth and he responded in kind sending another tingle of excitement through Joan's body.

Joan broke off the kiss and brought Yves head down to her breast. "Keep using your tongue my lovey boy," she whispered. Yves did as he was told and sticking his tongue out he was met with Joan's nipple, which he circled gently. Feeling the nipple harden he placed his mouth, he took it into his mouth and started suckling. The surge in his cock proved to be the one that sent him over the edge into his third orgasm.

"Arrhhhh," cried Yves as more jets of semen erupted between them.

"Oh dear, it seems you have come again," cooed Joan.

"Come? Where have I come?" questioned Yves.

"When you get that nice feeling and all that boy juice comes out, that's what we call coming in English.

"Ah, I see," smiled Yves.

"There's your first English lesson," smiled Joan. "That shower is getting colder, lets finish off and get dry." She grabbed the shower head and rinsed the last load of semen off their bodies before turning the tap off. "I will guide you into my room to dry off," Joan continued opening the cubicle door and taking the boy's hand. "Mind the step." She picked up the towels and led the way

April stepped into the far corner of the bathroom as Joan led the blindfolded young man into her bedroom and then followed them inside. Joan made her way towards her king size bed and released Yves' hand. "Right, lets get you dry young man," said Joan brandishing the boy's towel. Starting with his hair, Joan worked her way down the youngster's body, relishing the taut, tanned skin on his torso and then round to his back, drying lower before reaching his buttocks which were so deliciously tight. She took to one knee to do the backs of his legs before standing again and coming back round to the young man's front. This time starting at his feet she worked her way up his legs, onto those smooth thighs and finally stopping at his cock. "Would you like to dry yourself there Yves?" she asked. "We don't want another problem do we."

"I'm fine now," lied Yves, having enjoyed Joan's touch with the soft fluffy towel she had provided him with. "I think it best that you dry me."

April pulled a face of encouragement to her friend. "Go on then," she mouthed, silently removing her clothes before clambering onto the far side of the bed.

Joan gently circled the towel around Yves' genitals noting that his cock was starting to elongate. One brush of the fabric along the length of his member sent a twitch through it. She moved to the area between the young man's legs, gently drying his scrotum and more twitching of the young cock followed. "I think we may be having a recurrence of your problem Yves", she giggled.

"I'm sorry auntie Joan," said Yves, "I don't know what the word is for it, but it is starting to rise."

"We call that your cock Yves," replied Joan. "We must not have any spunk squirting all over my bedroom, so I shall stop there. Its your turn to dry me now." Rising to her feet, she handed her towel to the boy and guided his hands to her head.

"What is spunk?" ask Yves as he rubbed her hair before moving down to Joan's face and neck with a reasonable amount of force. His cock twitched some more as he knew where he has heading next.

"Spunk is what comes out of the end of your cock young man. You need to be more gentle here Yves," replied Joan eyeing the young man's cock.

"And what do you call this?" asked Yves.

"These are my tits," replied Joan, taking the boys hands and guiding him to use the correct pressure. "You must also wipe underneath them."

Yves took his time, circling each breast in turn and remembering Joan's instruction to dry beneath them. The thought of the areolae and nipples being so close to his touch made his cock twitch some more

April's finger moved down to her cunt as she watched her friend enjoying the tender touch of her young guest

"That was very good my lovely boy," said Joan. You can do my stomach now and you don't need to be as gentle there."

Yves moved the towel down and assuming a kneeling position, he vigourously wiped the moisture from Joan's midriff, but of more interest to the boy was his proximity to her nether regions.

"Now my legs please Yves," cooed Joan, looking down at blindfolded boy as he felt his way up and down her calves and then onto her thighs. As he wiped upwards, the back of his hand made contact with the inside skin of the other thigh sending another tingle through Joan's body. She grasped the boy's head and held it close to her stomach as he continued up her thighs. "You must be very gentle in between my legs Yves," she continued as the boy worked his way towards the top of her thighs which she parted to allow easier access.

Yves gently dabbed the towel between Joan's legs working from the back to the front, increasing her wetness as he continued. His own cock twitched some more at the thought of where his hands were.

"Just my back left now Yves," said Joan, taking her towel from the boy's hands. "Stand up please."

Yves rose to his feet and Joan wrapped the towel round her back bringing it around her sides and sliding it in between Yves arms and his sides. "Now hold me tight and rub my back with your hands my lovely boy," she said in a velvety voice.

Yves reached around and began rubbing Joan's back through the towel although he was struggling to reach all the way as Joan's meaty arms were in the way. "I think you need to come closer," purred Joan, reaching her own arms around the boy's back and drawing him in closer. Her hands moved lower encasing those tight buttocks and drawing his cock closer to her.

Yves continued rubbing Joan's back through the towel, but with her breasts now pressing into him, his cock began to make its way northwards. Its progress was halted by Joan's thigh.

"What have we here?" giggled Joan, impressed at the boy's stamina and she parted her legs allowing the young member to slip in between her thighs. It was now sticking out at an angle that allowed the shaft to contact her clit. She rocked her hips gently back and forth enjoying the sensation and her wetness increased.

"I'm sorry auntie Joan," mumbled Yves, but there was no stopping his cock as the gentle rubbing against Joan's clit only served to stiffen its resolve to surge upwards.

"Do you know what your cock is touching Yves?" asked Joan in a whisper.

"No, what do you call that auntie Joan?" replied Yves.

"We call that my pussy Yves," came the husky reply as Joan became increasingly turned on. "I think my back is dry enough now thank you young man. Its time for you to learn some more English"

Yves removed his hands from Joan's back at the same time as she released her grip on his buttocks and the towel fell to the floor. Joan stepped back, her naked body trembling with anticipation as she stared at the equally starkers body of Yves, apart from his blindfold. She took his hand and slipped it between her legs. "Feel my pussy Yves," she whispered pressing the young man's fingers upwards to cup her labia.

Yves gasped at the feeling of his first pussy as he moved his fingers back and forth. Joan guided his middle finger between her outer labia and the young man felt his seductress' slippery insides. His cock surged upwards now it was freed from its fleshy prison between Joan's thighs.

"Can you feel how wet it is Yves?" whispered Joan, enjoying the explorations of the boy's finger.

"Yes, it feels nice," came the boy's reply. "I can't feel any hair at all."

"That's because I choose to shave myself," said Joan. "Most women in this country prefer to leave the hair on there. I trust you can feel how wet my pussy is and because I am so wet, it means I am ready for more action young man," she continued, taking Yves hand away from her cunt and sitting on the edge of the bed. "Now kneel down please Yves."

The youngster followed the direction of Joan's voice and took to his knees, his face between her thick thighs.

Joan took hold of his head with one hand. "Stick your tongue out Yves, like you did in the shower earlier."

The young man complied and Joan drew his head towards her pussy. "I want you to do with your tongue what you did with your finger just now my lovely boy," panted Joan, parting her outer labia with her other hand.

April continued exploring her own slit as she watched the boy's head being drawn between her friends thighs, her own arousal increasing.

The touch of the boy's tongue on her clit sent a jolt of pleasure through Joan's body, her orgasm was building but she was not ready just yet as the young tongue circled around her inner lips searching out her erogenous zones. "Oh, that's very good Yves," panted Joan, "We call thus cunnilingus, and I shall be coming soon if you carry on like that." She lifted his head away from her slit.

"What happens when a woman comes?" asked Yves, "Do they have spunk?"

"Ladies do not produce spunk Yves," replied Joan. "Some ladies do not produce anything at all, but some ladies, some of the time do produce a liquid and we call it.... nectar."

"What about you auntie Joan?" said Yves, his cock straining some more as the scent of Joan's juices filled his airways. "Do you have nectar?"

"You are just about to find out young man," said Joan. "Would you lie on the bed for me Yves," she commanded, helping the boy to his feet.

She guided her blindfolded prey to the edge of the bed and sat him down. Yves shuffled over and lay on the sheet, his young cock pointing skywards. April had to draw her feet up to avoid contacting his head and she sat against the headboard with her knees apart and her cunt gaping wide as she circled her clit with her finger.

Joan straddled Yves' chest, gently settling so as not to wind the boy. "What did you like best about today my lovely boy?" she asked.

"I liked it when you sat on my face," replied the boy without hesitation.

The reply sent another tingle of arousal through Joan as Yves had just given the answer she had hoped for. "Well, I liked it when you gave me cunnilingus Yves, so I think it would be best if we combine both of these. Now please stick your tongue out my dear boy." She took to her knees and shuffled up the bed towards her prey's face.

Yves stuck his tongue out as he felt the mattress give way with Joan's advance towards his head. With her pussy over the youngsters mouth Joan parted her knees and she sank lower until the tip of the young man's tongue was in contact with her clit. "Now lick me Yves, lick me gently," purred Joan.

Yves circled his tongue around Joan's clit tasting her wetness. Joan felt another jolt of pleasure at the youngster's gentle caress and she sank lower. "A bit firmer now my beautiful boy," she whispered, placing her hands on the boy's head.

Yves did as he was told, probing his tongue harder around Joan's inner labia and into her moist depths between them, his cock strained even higher as Joan's scent seemed to heighten his arousal.

"Oh yes, yes," shouted Joan as she felt her orgasm rising. She placed her hands on the back of the young man's head and pulled him further into the delicate folds of her pussy.

The youthful tongue probed new depths as Joan increased her hold on Yves' head, digging her finger tips into his scalp. She started to grind her hips back and forth, raking her pussy along the young man's chin, lips and nose.

Joan released Yves head as her climax approached and slammed her full weight down onto the bed sealing off Yves' air supply. "Yes, yes! Auntie Joan is coming," she screamed as the first jet of her own juices shot from her own pussy and into the young man's mouth. "Drink auntie Joan's nectar you lovely boy," she yelled as further spurts of juice began to fill the boy's mouth.

April could hold on no longer and she dug two fingers into her pussy and joined Joan in her own orgasm. "Yeessss!" she screeched, unable to keep her silence any longer, but luckily her scream coincided with Joan's yelling and the boy's ears were well muffled by Joan's thick thighs.

The sight of her friend coming so intensely sent Joan to new heights of pleasure and more juice spurted forth from her pussy, filling Yves' mouth. The boy, struggling to swallow the copious volume of Joan's emissions, started to splutter. Liquid coated his face as it erupted from his mouth and pools formed in the blindfold where his eyes would be.

Joan moved down off the youngster's face and settled on his thighs, pulling Yves up by his shoulders she held him tight to her bosom, patting him on the back to help him recover his breath. The boy's breathing soon returned to normal and Joan piped up. "I hope you are OK Yves, did you enjoy auntie Joan's nectar?"

"More please," gasped Yves. "More nectar please."

"Oh my lovely boy," gushed Joan, feeling her arousal rise again at the unexpected response from her young prey. "It might take a little while for me to make some more, so please help me by sucking my tits." She offered her breast to the blindfolded boy's damp lips. Yves' tongue darted out and started circling her nipple, before drawing it into his mouth and sucking hard upon it.

Joan kept one hand on the boy's head and moved the other down to his lap where his young cock was still pointing straight up. Feeling its unyielding girth as she grasped it sent a very large tingle through Joan's loins and she knew she had to have it inside her.

She detached Yves from her breast and laid him back on the bed. "I think this might help matters," she began, moving up the bed so her pussy was positioned over the boy's cock. "Auntie Joan is going to fuck you now Yves, so there may be some more nectar soon."

Having come down from her own orgasm, April looked on wide-eyed as her friend lowered herself onto the young man's rigid pole. She was too spent to start frigging herself again but marveled at Joan's staying power.

Joan placed her hands on Yves' chest as the young man's cock entered her pussy. She savoured every inch as it made its way up inside her, feeling every contour as it parted the walls of her love tunnel. Once she had bottomed out she started grinding her hips back and forth, the tip of the young man's cock dragged across her G-spot as she did so, it seemed to be such a perfect fit inside her and a new orgasm started to build. "Now feel my tits you beautiful boy," she began, taking hold of the boy's hands and pressing them into her breasts.

"Magnifique!" came Yves response as he found Joan's hardened nipples and pressed them between her fingers.

"Oh yes, oh yes," groaned Joan as another jolt of arousal shot through her body. She rose up and sank down, pressing the boy's hips into the mattress. His cock seemed to go even higher inside her. "Auntie Joan is going to come again soon Yves!" she exclaimed. She rose up and slammed down harder this time. The young man's cock touched her cervix and she reached the edge of pleasure, only to be tipped over it by the feeling of the boy's cock expanding and the spasm followed by the jets of spunk shooting up inside her.

"I'm coming auntie Joan!" exclaimed Yves.

"Oh yes, you give auntie Joan all your spunk Yves!" shouted Joan as the first spasm of her orgasm shot through her. She could feel her own juices building up so she shuffled up off the boy's cock and positioned herself over his face. "Stick your tongue out you wonderful naughty boy!" she ordered.

Yves eagerly responded, his tongue spearing straight up. Joan was equally eager to receive it between her labia as she grabbed his head and jammed it into her pussy. Grinding her clit against the boys nose her second load of juice squirted into Yves' mouth.

"Oh yes, drink my nectar again Yves," shouted Joan as more jets of her own juice entered the boy's mouth.

Yves was better prepared this time as he could time the lapping of his tongue with his swallowing action as once Joan tried to fill his mouth. Of course his own spunk was adding to the volume as his tongue swirled along the length of Joan's pussy but he coped much better this time as Joan's squirts diminished in intensity.

Eventually Joan shuffled back down the boy's body and lay on top of him, nestling her head onto his neck. "That was lovely Yves," she began kissing him tenderly on the collar bone. "I think you need to get cleaned up before bed young man."

"Magnifique," whispered Yves, having thoroughly enjoyed the feeling of his cock sliding along Joan's love tunnel.

Joan reluctantly dismounted the boy's body and sat on the edge of the bed. She tried to stand but her legs were still too wobbly and she had to sit down again. Eventually she mustered the strength to make it over to the doorway where she retrieved a respectably long dressing gown and put it on. "Up you get Yves," she said quietly as she made her way back to the bed and took the youngster's hand.

Yves sat up and rose to his feet, allowing Joan to lead him towards the bathroom.

Joan motioned to April to leave her room and go downstairs. April held up one hand and mouthed "Five minutes" as she also needed time to recover from her own orgasm.

Once in the bathroom Joan ran some tepid water onto a sponge and soaped the blindfolded boy's face to get the worst of her juices off him.

The noise of the running water was sufficient to cover April's footsteps as she made her way downstairs.

With her friend out of the way, Joan lifted the sleep mask off her young conquest and gently washed around his eyes. Yves was disappointed to see Joan so fully clothed, but the belt of the dressing gown was drawn tight across her midriff, making her bust stand out. "I think you need to stop looking there my beautiful boy," smiled Joan, noticing the direction of Yves' gaze. "We don't want to have another incident do we? So I think it best you wash yourself down there." She handed the sponge to Yves who gently ran the sponge along the length of his dick to rid it of Joan's juices and his own spunk.

Noticing how Yves' cock seemed to lengthen as he washed it sent another twinge of arousal through Joan's nether regions, but she knew not to have too much of a good thing. "Lets get you tucked up in bed young man," she said as Yves toweled himself down and she led the way to the youngster's room. "In you get," she chirped, pulling back the duvet.

Yves climbed into the fresh sheets and settled down as Joan pulled the duvet back over him. She leaned over and kissed the boy's forehead. "Goodnight my beautiful boy, sleep well as I'm sure you will have a lot to learn at school tomorrow." Yves was more aware of the large bust lurching towards him as Joan leaned over. His sexual being was well and truly awoken by the day's events and he wanted more.

Joan shut Yves door behind her and stripped her own bed of the sodden sheet. She made her way downstairs to the kitchen where April was waiting and shoved the bedding into the washing machine.

"I'm worn out just from watching you," said April, beaming all over face.

"Quiet," said Joan in a loud whisper, "the boy's not asleep yet, we don't want him getting suspicious".

"Sorry," came April's whispered reply. "I would have loved to have joined in with you two, it was rather frustrating only being able to frig myself."

"I have a plan," said Joan. "The boy has not seen me naked, so I want you to go home and shave your pussy. Report back here tomorrow morning 6am sharp."

"That's a very wicked gleam you have in your eye Joanie," smiled April. "I can't wait until tomorrow." She made her way out of the kitchen and quietly opened the front door, got into her car and rolled it down the slope on the driveway before starting the engine and heading back to her bungalow.