Heather 11 - Joan continues her jiggling
All during the football practice I'd been re-living last night - the pleasure that Joan had given me, and her habit of "jiggling" all her men as a matter of course. What would happen when we got back? What would she say - or do? And had she spoken to my mother at all?
After the practice Brian and I had called in the chippie for lunch, then looked around the shops most of the afternoon. I'd talked to Brian a bit about last night, but not in too much detail. Just to confirm that "jiggling" as she called it was a regular occurrence. And it was - it seemed like she did him every night before he went to sleep. I couldn't think of my mother doing that to me, but he seemed to think it was fine, and I fancied Joan so much I couldn't wait to get back for more.
This time she was wearing a thick white cardigan, with a knitted cable pattern. It looked altogether chunkier and my first thoughts were disappointment, as he breasts were more hidden beneath the thick wool. But she was also wearing a knitted skirt, in a plain brown wool, which showed off her hips and clung to her body attractively.
After tea, we'd watched the TV for a while, then about 8.30 Joan had sent Brian off to the bathroom to get ready for bed. Joan spoke as soon as we were alone.
"Well I hope you are ready for some more jiggling tonight, pet. I've been looking forward to it so much because your dicky was just so nice and hard last time, and you were so appreciative! I did have a quick word with your mum on the phone too, so I dare say she'll start looking after you properly too. She said she'd wait till after tonight, and then invite Brian back to your house so she'd have the two of you to jiggle. That'll be nice for you, won't it?"
"Err... well I guess so," I replied, trying to think of how I'd be, and feeling very strange indeed.
"Well for tonight I've got the two of you to jiggle now, so I'm going to be busy - then Don later when he comes in. What a lucky lady I am with three cocks to pump dry!" Joan smiled across at me, pulling her cardigan down and wiggling in her chair.
I just didn't know what to say, but then Brian shouted from down the corridor: "Bathroom's empty!"
"Off you go then." said Joan, standing up, "and I'll go and start on Brian. You can use the same bath water, as he shouldn't have dirtied it too much"
I left for the bathroom, with feelings of amazement and longing twinged with apprehension. Joan followed and went into Brian's room as I shut the bathroom door. I quickly stripped off and stepped into the frothy water, which looked perfectly clean despite Brian's earlier bath. I guess the shower after football practice meant we were pretty clean anyway. I washed myself, soaping and rinsing all over, then got out to dry using the nice fluffy towel Joan had left for me.
Soon I was naked in the spare room bed, lying on my back under the covers. This time I'd left the side light on as I was determined to see everything so that I could re-live it again over the next few days in the privacy of my own bed - maybe with one of Heather's cardies for company.
It seemed quite a long time before Joan came in, but when she did it was all worth waiting for. Her cardigan was now completely unbuttoned, and hung loosely outside her naked breasts, which quivered gently as she walked in. Below her waist there was no sign of her skirt, just tight white cotton panties that clung from her waist to her hips, revealing all the curves of her body. She shut the door firmly behind her.
My jaw must have sagged as I took in the sight.
"Well no need to look like that, " she said, "after all you have seen me before!"
And she made a face pretending to be hurt, pulling her cardigan together over her breasts and doing up the central button to hide herself. She knelt down beside the bed, then calmly pulled back the bed covers, exposing my firm erection.
"That's more like it!" she smiled. "A nice firm hard-on - that's what I like to see! It took quite a bit to get Brian going tonight as he was a bit of a softy, but you're good and hard already, aren't you?"
And she ran her finger gently down the length of my shaft. The excitement was so exquisite I shut my eyes and gasped in pleasure.
"Ready for your jiggling?" she asked, smiling and looking straight into my eyes. "You must say please if you want me to!"
"Oh, yes please!" I answered. God how could I say anything else as she knelt beside me, her cardigan straining with its one button to keep her breasts from my view.
"Well as you asked so nicely, and are so hard already, I'll give you a special treat." And she pulled her shoulders back, pushing her breasts forward. The button strained even more as I stared at the chunky wool and the gorgeous swellings beneath.
She spoke quietly: "You can stroke my boobs gently now if you like! I'll just unbutton my cardy for you - there, how's that?"
