Joyce
Tiny Way Of Life
chapter 23
by
copier
· original author:
matheson
As you stand in the hallway, you hear Natalie and Amy break out into shrieks again. After dealing with Mandy and your daughter for the last couple days, you really don't feel up to putting up with the sass of two teenage girls. They probably wouldn't help you, anyways. That leaves Joyce as your only option. As you approach her door, you can hear her talking to someone on the phone. You can't really make out what she's saying, though.
It takes you a minute to reach her door and crawl underneath. Once you're back on your feet, you see Joyce sitting on the edge of her bed on the phone. You can tell that she's worked up about something as you walk up to her leg. "Well, it wouldn't be the first time he skipped town to go visit what's-her-face. Even even if he is, though, what can I do? I can't go out and party, I've got the kids with me." You're halfway across the room when you piece together what she is talking about. It's a matzaball you'd rather not deal with. You might be a doctor, but you're no a love doctor. You swivel around on your heels and start heading back towards the door before she notices you. Joyce continues her conversation, "No, like I said... I'm with the kids, Natalie's not going to watch Mandy all night while I go out and part...y. Um, I have to call you back." You hear the click of the phone and feel the hairs stand on the back of your neck. "S-Steve?", her voice falls falls over you like anvils.
"Steve, is that you?", she asks again. You are frozen in place as you hear her slide off the bed and thump towards you. When the floor around you goes dark with her shadow, you turn awkwardly and try to put on your best fake smile. "Oh... Hey Joyce! What a surprise!", you wave and look up at her as she squats over you. "Steve What are you doing here?... Oh my god! Where are your clothes?!" Joyce puts her hands over her mouth. You watch as her eyes scan your body over before making eye contact. You laugh nervously to yourself as you think of how to explain everything. "It's um... a long story... haha."
...Some time later...
"...I could have gone back in for him, but I was like: 'Nope! Nope! No thank you.'" Joyce laughs again at your sarcastic tone and waving arms. When you first started telling your story, you were put off by her lighthearted take on the whole thing. She seemed to think that the whole situation was kind of hilarious. Her first reaction at her daughter's behavior was laughter. She'd always known that her little girl was going to be a man-eater. What struck you hardest was that she didn't see anything wrong with what her daughter was doing was doing. She thought it was cute the way Mandy tried to 'gobble you up', and even joked that you should babysit her more often. You were visibly mad but the longer you tried to argue with her, the more you gave in to her sweet smile and lighthearted laugh.
Now here you are, laughing along with her. You let yourself fall backwards in a stretch against something soft and warm. It takes you a moment before you realize what you're doing and your eyes snap open. Turning your head you see that... yup, you're laying in her breasts. Somewhere during the middle of the story, she took to the bed. She had propped her head up against a couple of pillows and sat you against her breasts. You were so busy arguing that you didn't even notice. You whip yourself upright and apologize, "I'm sorry! I didn't mean- I mean, I didn't realize-." Joyce smiles playfully at you. She places her finger against her face to shush you, "shhh, I know what you were doing. Go on in," she says playfully and pushes you back with her finger.
"Ack! No, no! That's not- hahaha", you try to talk but her fingers are tickling you. She keeps one finger pinned to your chest as her middle finger tickles your sides. You can't see it but you can swear you can feel something else rubbing your crotch as well. It goes on for a few more seconds until she pulls her fingers back and lets you catch your breath. When you regain your composure, there is a moment of silence that follows. You decide to break it. "So, do you mind calling up Angela for me? I should probably be getting back home." You can see Joyce's smile falter as you speak. It's probably the first time all day that she hasn't smiled at you.
She picks you up and lays you in her palm as she sits upright. Her face is pleading as she looks at you and asks, "do you have to leave so soon? I never have anyone to talk to, you know?" You feel bad, knowing that Joyce's husband isn't the most pleasant of people even when he is around. "Please? It's nice having someone like you around, and I could use a man around the house for a while", she asks again. Her eyes remind you of a puppy's. Angela should really know where you guys are, but you know that the moment you tell her she'll be flying over to take you and Jet home. Jet... The memories flood back as you remember where exactly your son is right now. He's probably deep into Mandy's intestines by now. You guess that it wouldn't kill you to stay a couple more hours. At least until Jet comes out... Certainly no later than dinner. Unless there's desert.
You look up into Joyce's big eyes. "Okay, sure", you say. "Yes! Thank you thank you thank you!", she smiles and quickly pulls you close, planting a big wet kiss against your chest. When she pulls back, your cheeks are flushed with embarrassment; you feel a bit warm. "Hey, um... do you think I could get some water?" You only said it so you could get a moment to cool off. "Oh, okay", she says and hops off the bed. Without any hesitation, she stuffs you into her cleavage and heads into the kitchen.
Your body is trapped in an awkward position. This usually happens the first couple times a woman stuffs you in her cleavage. In this case your left leg is stuck inside her bra, while your chest and bits rub against her moving bust.
What happens next?
It takes you a minute to reach her door and crawl underneath. Once you're back on your feet, you see Joyce sitting on the edge of her bed on the phone. You can tell that she's worked up about something as you walk up to her leg. "Well, it wouldn't be the first time he skipped town to go visit what's-her-face. Even even if he is, though, what can I do? I can't go out and party, I've got the kids with me." You're halfway across the room when you piece together what she is talking about. It's a matzaball you'd rather not deal with. You might be a doctor, but you're no a love doctor. You swivel around on your heels and start heading back towards the door before she notices you. Joyce continues her conversation, "No, like I said... I'm with the kids, Natalie's not going to watch Mandy all night while I go out and part...y. Um, I have to call you back." You hear the click of the phone and feel the hairs stand on the back of your neck. "S-Steve?", her voice falls falls over you like anvils.
"Steve, is that you?", she asks again. You are frozen in place as you hear her slide off the bed and thump towards you. When the floor around you goes dark with her shadow, you turn awkwardly and try to put on your best fake smile. "Oh... Hey Joyce! What a surprise!", you wave and look up at her as she squats over you. "Steve What are you doing here?... Oh my god! Where are your clothes?!" Joyce puts her hands over her mouth. You watch as her eyes scan your body over before making eye contact. You laugh nervously to yourself as you think of how to explain everything. "It's um... a long story... haha."
...Some time later...
"...I could have gone back in for him, but I was like: 'Nope! Nope! No thank you.'" Joyce laughs again at your sarcastic tone and waving arms. When you first started telling your story, you were put off by her lighthearted take on the whole thing. She seemed to think that the whole situation was kind of hilarious. Her first reaction at her daughter's behavior was laughter. She'd always known that her little girl was going to be a man-eater. What struck you hardest was that she didn't see anything wrong with what her daughter was doing was doing. She thought it was cute the way Mandy tried to 'gobble you up', and even joked that you should babysit her more often. You were visibly mad but the longer you tried to argue with her, the more you gave in to her sweet smile and lighthearted laugh.
Now here you are, laughing along with her. You let yourself fall backwards in a stretch against something soft and warm. It takes you a moment before you realize what you're doing and your eyes snap open. Turning your head you see that... yup, you're laying in her breasts. Somewhere during the middle of the story, she took to the bed. She had propped her head up against a couple of pillows and sat you against her breasts. You were so busy arguing that you didn't even notice. You whip yourself upright and apologize, "I'm sorry! I didn't mean- I mean, I didn't realize-." Joyce smiles playfully at you. She places her finger against her face to shush you, "shhh, I know what you were doing. Go on in," she says playfully and pushes you back with her finger.
"Ack! No, no! That's not- hahaha", you try to talk but her fingers are tickling you. She keeps one finger pinned to your chest as her middle finger tickles your sides. You can't see it but you can swear you can feel something else rubbing your crotch as well. It goes on for a few more seconds until she pulls her fingers back and lets you catch your breath. When you regain your composure, there is a moment of silence that follows. You decide to break it. "So, do you mind calling up Angela for me? I should probably be getting back home." You can see Joyce's smile falter as you speak. It's probably the first time all day that she hasn't smiled at you.
She picks you up and lays you in her palm as she sits upright. Her face is pleading as she looks at you and asks, "do you have to leave so soon? I never have anyone to talk to, you know?" You feel bad, knowing that Joyce's husband isn't the most pleasant of people even when he is around. "Please? It's nice having someone like you around, and I could use a man around the house for a while", she asks again. Her eyes remind you of a puppy's. Angela should really know where you guys are, but you know that the moment you tell her she'll be flying over to take you and Jet home. Jet... The memories flood back as you remember where exactly your son is right now. He's probably deep into Mandy's intestines by now. You guess that it wouldn't kill you to stay a couple more hours. At least until Jet comes out... Certainly no later than dinner. Unless there's desert.
You look up into Joyce's big eyes. "Okay, sure", you say. "Yes! Thank you thank you thank you!", she smiles and quickly pulls you close, planting a big wet kiss against your chest. When she pulls back, your cheeks are flushed with embarrassment; you feel a bit warm. "Hey, um... do you think I could get some water?" You only said it so you could get a moment to cool off. "Oh, okay", she says and hops off the bed. Without any hesitation, she stuffs you into her cleavage and heads into the kitchen.
Your body is trapped in an awkward position. This usually happens the first couple times a woman stuffs you in her cleavage. In this case your left leg is stuck inside her bra, while your chest and bits rub against her moving bust.
What happens next?
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