Joyce Summers sighed as she looked around the bar and check her watch again before looking around at the surroundings once more. The new bar 'Scarlets' that had opened in what used to be the old hardware store looked like just the ticket. The previous owner had seemingly suffered a grisly fate that sadly was a trademark of this town and this new bar had been built in its place. From its interior of polished timbers and sumptuous wall coverings to its striking circular atrium with life size apple tree, the bar was a step up from something like that club known as the Bronze which she knew her daughter was a regular.

The urge to check her watch came at her again but she resisted it as she didn't want to see desperate among the crowd of the elite. In truth she was feeling distinctly out of place now that the bar had filled up with people younger, prettier, and richer (or at least faking it) than herself and every last one on the prowl. Her date had yet to appear. Her blind date she loathed to admit. Set up by one of her friends at the book club. Joyce had naturally protested and argued but Janet would not take no for an answer and had all but forced the issue upon Joyce.

So, it had come to this for Joyce Summers, forty years old, mother, divorced woman and now being set up on dates by her friends who had clearly decided that she was pathetic enough to be sent on a blind dates. It wasn't like that she wouldn't mind the company, far from it since Buffy had headed off to college, she had found the house to be very quiet and with much time on her hands. Work and bills still ruled her life but other than that there wasn't much else. She was reminded of a time when Buffy ran off in the summer leaving her head of a questions, a stomach filled with guilt and an empty house. No, the issue was not that she minded the company, but it was the how she getting the company that she objected to. It would seem that fate had decided that she was incapable of forming attachments and relationships with the opposite sex in this town. Her last real encounter was with Buffy's very own watcher… and she so wasn't opening that chapter on her life again! Nope didn't happen! Denial was reengaged!

Sipping her wine, she gave into her urge and checked the watch again. Her 'date' was due to be here in a matter of minutes, so he wasn't late, and she hadn't been stood up… yet. Sighing at least she was out of the house and spending another night alone in front of the TV pretending not to worry as Buffy was out of patrol. Joyce had had hopes for an evening together just the other week, she'd stopped off at Blockbuster on her way home and picked up 'Ever After' remembering that Buffy had mentioned wanting to see it. She'd hoped they could watch it together, but she hadn't even gotten the chance to make her pitch because Buffy stated she hadn't got the time as there was a frat party and then some demonic issue involving a 'Native American vengeance warrior spirit' as her daughter put it. Shaking her head at whatever kind of demon or monster the hellmouth Joyce took another sip of wine. Wine was good. It helped her not think about Buffy and slaying. And the less she thought about it the more likely she was to remain reasonably sane. She looked around wondering who in the crowd could be her potential suitor or date this evening. There were a few potentials but no one really standing out then again no one she would really turn down… apart from a short guy she saw at the bar. He could stay away Joyce decided smiling to herself.

Outside he pulled up and checked the address again. This was the place. It looked popular and fancy but still nice. Not a place that Xander would go to nor a place that he could afford but still this was the place he was told to go to so here he was. 'Scarlet' the cocktail bar called itself was obviously designed to be a step up from the Bronze: no kids here, just 'professionals' dressed in expensively casual wear and not for the first time since he returned from his summer trip he felt out of place. Life wasn't funny at the moment: he felt out of the place because he wasn't going to college, and he felt out of place because he wasn't a working professional. Merely stuck jumping from one dead end job to another. This one that he was currently on was merely the latest of them.

He entered and looked around for his date. He didn't have a name nor much to go on in regards of physical details just a table number and a time. The dating company prided itself on it's workers giving a completely blind date experience so the less information the better. He noted a table number on one of the tables and began to move in a direction where the numbers began closer to the one, he was looking for until he got to the table in question and stopped dead when he recognised who was occupying it.

"Mrs Summers!" He said startled.

"Xander!" she uttered back at the young man.

Oh, this is just terrific! She thought to herself. The one time she has got a date for herself and one of her daughter's friends is here to make her feel embarrassed and remind her age. "What are you doing here?"

"Uhh…" he stuttered mentally cursing his rotten luck. "I'm here for a date!" he declared. Well, it was mostly true, but Mrs Summers didn't need to know the details.

"Oh great!" she offered with a false wide smile. "Good for you!"

"And yourself?" he enquired eyeing the table number. Did his company make a mistake mixing up the table number his date was supposed to be on? Surely that must be the case.

"Oh me?!" She asked nervously suddenly feeling very subconscious. "I'm just… er… here meeting a friend! Yes! Meeting a friend and having a few drinks! Catching up with a long-time friend! Over drinks!" She said smiling wide and looking a little like a deer in the headlights.

"But I'm guessing your 'friend' hasn't arrived yet on account of the single glass," Xander pointed out.

"They are just in the bathroom," Joyce said quickly inventing an excuse. "Don't let me keep you for your date but it was nice to see you again." She said hoping he would make a move so she could slip away and hide under a rock.

Yeah, about that, Xander considered looking around. The bar was fill of couples or groups no one that was by themselves apart from Mrs Summers who was seemingly all by herself and Danger! Will Robinson Danger! Surely, he could not be thinking what he was thinking. Suddenly very aware that is was Buffy's mother in front of him he was looking anywhere but there. "Umm… I am here to meet my date. It's like a blind date… taking place… here." He said wanting the world to swallow him up.

Oh, wait a minute… Joyce considered what he implied and then her brain started to spin. Oh no! Please for the love of God no! "Xander," she began in an even and careful tone. "Please do not tell me you are here to sit at this table at this time." If he said yes, she would shrink and just die right here.

"Ummm…" Xander shifted his foot looking everywhere but her face. "The booking agent might have meant 7:45 rather than 7:30pm," he lied.

Booking agent?! Oh, this gets better and better! "The booking agent of what?" she asked, and he cursed himself for opening his mouth. He should have just ran away as fast as he could.

"The booking agent… for the male escorts," he muttered quietly and very embarrassed.

Well, that was it Joyce Summers officially wanted to kill herself where was a gun or a knife when one was handy? Maybe she could choke on one of the olives on the table. "Do you mean to tell me that my friend from the book club Janet… booked a male escort as my blind date?" She all but snarled at him. He winced at every word and couldn't reply simply nodded. She buried her head in her hands and shrunk back on the table. "Wonderful! Here I thought she was setting me up with a casual date and she merely trying to get me laid!"

"Ummm technically the job description stated that escorts merely provide intimate and genuine encounters. A companion for a social event, a friendly face to chat to, providing comfort and attention to a lonely person…" he trailed off when he saw her glare at him. "Okay I'm shutting up now."

"How in the hell have you become an escort?! You are underage!" Joyce asked the young man. She had heard some crazy things since learning of the hellmouth but this really unbelievable.

"Oh, that isn't an issue," he said as he fished into his pocket and produced an id. Joyce examined it and it seemed to be just a picture of Xander wearing a Tom Selleck type moustache. You didn't need to be a New York city cop to understand that it was clearly fake. "Besides in this town with all the… disappearances," he said carefully referring to the real cause which they both knew about. "Any company is happy to get the staff so hence they didn't look too closely at my date of birth."

"Okay well thank you for clearing that up but I'm leaving now," She announced grabbing her small handbag. "I believe my dignity is waiting for me at the car," she stated getting up.

Xander held up his hands. "Wait! You can't go just not yet!" Keen for her stay and be seated.

"You want to continue this embarrassment?" she stated in disbelief. What was this a game to the young man? He always seemed immature but had that become cruel?

"No!" he hissed loudly causing a few glances around the room and he lowered his voice. "I mean you can't leave just now. Look one of the guys told me that work are very strict with new escorts! There has been cases of clients making booking only for escorts not turning up and pocketing the deposit meaning anyone new is monitored. I think one of management is out there in a car right now across the street!" he gestured to the window, and she glanced seeing some grey Volvo parked there. "If you go and the manager sees me alone, I'm going to get fired or worse they might charge me for wasting their time!"

He seemed honest and sincere despite how crazy it sounded then again; this whole town was crazy. "So, I have to stay and hang around?!" she groaned out loud closing her eyes, so she didn't have to look at his pleading big eyes. "How long?" she said gritting her teeth with her head buried in her hands.

"Just an hour or two to make it look real," he promised. "It will be fun. It's been awhile since we met up, maybe

She was going to regret this no doubt. "Fine but under one condition… we don't tell Buffy about any of this!"

Xander naturally agreed.

XXXXXX

After she ordered a bottle of wine (while she knew he was underage she was not drinking alone) Joyce seemed to settle down and engage with him as she caught up with events over the last few months and weeks. "So, Spike has returned?" she asked him eagerly interested in her bleached blond fellow hot chocolate drinker.

"Yep, and chipped thanks to some government agency," Xander said sipping on his wine. "Basically, that means he is on a short leash. Can't bite or so much as snarl as at us without a drill going off in his head… still can snipe though." He added recalling some of the bleached blond vampire's taunts and snide remarks.

"He had a trouble childhood," Joyce sympathised with her one-time hot chocolate drinker.

"Haven't we all!" Xander retorted.

Joyce realised that she might have stuck a nerve having suspected that Xander's home life was far from perfect. In the summer before senior year, when Buffy had run away, Xander had visited Joyce at least twice a week. Usually it was just for coffee, occasionally she'd make him some food, and they'd just talk. Despite her early dismissals in truth, she was grateful for his presence especially when he would often fill her in on some of Buffy's exploits in the previous eighteen months. Willow called occasionally, but felt too shy for the most part, and Giles felt too awkward. So, it would seem that it had been down to Xander to make sure she was okay. It was during this time she gained an understanding on his home life with the joking that he wouldn't be missed by his parents if he had gone missing from a summer. This had prompted an angry retort from Joyce leading to Xander explaining a little background about his parents providing some insight for such a remark. Choosing to change the subject she quickly moved on. "And how about you? What is new in your life?" Joyce smiled at him. "What is your romantic situation? When last I saw her Buffy briefly mentioned you were bringing a girl to a Halloween party, a girl called Anna."

"Anya," Xander corrected. "Hardly a girl more like a thousand-year-old vengeance demon who put curses on people," at her puzzled expression he waved his hands. "A story for another time and yes I did date her briefly until one too many hellmouth experience made her realise that living as a mortal is a fragile thing, so she split town and got on a bus out of the dodge."

"I'm sorry," Joyce said sadly and sweetly.

Xander simply shrugged. "It's probably for the best. Still, I will miss the intimacy of having someone around and the sex!" Xander paused and smiled. "The sex was incredible though." Maybe he had a little too much to drink.

"A little too much information," Joyce giggled more than a little under the influence of wine herself but yet topped up his glass despite her feelings on his statement. She was enjoying the wine and enjoying the company. It had been so rare that she was able to chat to someone carefree and fun. Xander despite his goofy nature was proving to be a fun companion. "Any plans for you on the horizon with regards to your career? Buffy mentioned you like to stop by the university maybe you could stop by the registrar…"

"And ruin my exciting prospects in the male escort industry?!" He joked cutting her off politely. "I will have a look later for something else later. There are plenty of opportunities with this town's… mortality rate but nothing that really jumps out…" He admits looking downcast. His goal of seeing America and finding himself ended with him working in a strip club washing dishes which seem to set the tone for his current life. Nothing but one dead end job after another before he either was fired or quit. Of course, there were high paying jobs or jobs that sounded nice, but he never heard back from them and in many cases never had the courage to apply for them.

Joyce looked sympathetic to the young boy feeling that his parents hadn't stressed the importance of higher education. She understood that college wasn't for anyone but then related in confidence that if her little girl could get in while balancing the fate of the world then surely Xander could as well. "Well believe me enjoy the freedom while you can you have no idea how easy it is to get tied down so quickly!" She said then regretted it as it probably offered more about her life choices than she had hoped.

"You had a few different jobs when you were my age?" Xander asked her intrigued. He was learning quite a bit about Buffy's mother tonight. For one thing she was far more laid back than he was used to. Almost girlish at times, giggling more and making sassy jokes.

"I didn't just pop into existence as an adult Xander," Joyce told him with an arched eyebrow. "I did mostly waitressing work here and there before I graduated. Then working in a gallery before I stayed there." She recalled her early 20s. Very different times to what she was experiencing right now. "So, trust me I understand what you are going through. You have just bear it and I am sure something will come your way!"

"Hmmm knowing my luck, I blow it when it arrives," Xander remarked darkly thinking about his bad luck which never seemed to improve causing her to lay a hand on his.

"Trust me things are going to get better you just have to tough it out," Joyce told him. "I mean look at tonight you haven't lost this job yet so it's worked out well so far."

XXXX

Loath as she wanted to admit Joyce knew she made the first move. She knew even his tongue gave her one of the deepest French kiss she ever had, she started this. It was her who had reacted first by pulling him towards her and backwards behind the alley of the bar, dragging him out of sight so she could get her lips on hers. Their breathing was hard and ragged, and their tongues touched hesitantly together before pressing heatedly together with wanton desperation. She had been making a series of bad decisions tonight and this was just added to the list. From agreeing to stay, to drink wine and to even agreeing to go on a blind date in the first place making out with her daughter's friend was just another on a long list of bad calls. Still, this was one was definitely the most enjoyable she decided as she moaned against his mouth with her hands running on his broad shoulders. Lips parted and he's in, sucking at her tongue and moaning.

Xander's mind for his part was on vacation. His thoughts surrendered to his lust as he ran his hands over the older woman's body. As he wasn't much one for drinking, he felt slightly tipsy earlier but now all he felt was want and need for Buffy's mother and still Joyce lets him kiss her grin. In fact, there are times in this make out session where she is taking the lead like now as runs her hands up under his shirt to tease and scratch and leave little hurts.

Out again to trace the tender webbing between his tense, callused fingers, making him tremble, and he's holding his hips just a little away, so she grabs his ass and pulls him close and oh, heat. So young and hard she can almost feel the throb through all the clothing. And Xander plunders make that fucks her mouth for a long, dazing moment that Joyce has no choice but to fall into.

Someone had taught him. Which is... wickedly disappointing.

Joyce pulled back after a few minutes and found herself flushed and breathing heavy. She was amazed to see that Xander was suffering from the same affliction. She's just tipsy, not really drunk; she knows what she's doing when she doing when she pulled him towards her and kissed him. She knows no good will come of this but is too wired to stop it. She caught him staring at her and another rush of excitement swept through her. She decided that if something were to happen, it would happen and there was nothing anyone could say about it. "Xander," she said, breaking his concentration. "Would you like to go… somewhere with me… That is... if you want to."

The dark-haired male nodded, looking her in the eyes. "I've been wanting to for a long time, Mrs. Summers."

"Please," she said with a smile. "Call me Joyce. At least for tonight."

They both agreed that given the influence of the hellmouth if they went to Joyce's home no doubt Buffy would arrive there on some sort of life-or-death mission causing many issues for them. So that meant either a motel which in their haste was scaled down as an option as Xander mentioned something about bad memories or his parents place. Despite how awkward it would be if they were to be discovered by his parents Joyce's need won out and she agreed. So, she found herself kissing and groping the young man as they descended down the stairs into his basement until they broke apart gasping for air. "This is crazy," Joyce declared while knowing full well that she had driven them to his place.

"Totally!" Xander agreed. "Has the hellmouth written all over it!"

Joyce nodded at that point almost likening the sound of it. "So, if anyone catches us or asks, we blame the hellmouth?" the young man nodded. "Perfect!" she agreed before moving forward and giving him another needy full-on kiss.

Xander moaned as he ran his hands down Joyce's body caressing her figure. He knew he should not be doing this and would be the deadest man alive if Buffy caught him but blamed wine, hellmouth and the location to continuing this affair. Seriously the location was not helping as it was the type of place that had all the major features of all his lusty moments. It was a dark, dank, place (Cordy, Willow, Anya) and it was a basement (Cordy, Anya). He wasn't about to admit this to anyone, but the smell of detergent reminds him so strongly of all those lusty moments that he can't help but get a hard on at the smallest hint of it in the air. I can't walk into a Laundromat without risking getting arrested.

Don't look at him like that.

Yes, it's kinky and a little weird. But he suspects the whole damn Scooby Gang is seriously weird and kinky. Don't even ask about Giles. He doesn't know and he don't wanna. Being a respectable, upper class, British guy, it's bound to be seriously messed up. Don't. Wanna. Know.

They kiss opened mouth as she pulls out his shirt and begins undoing it. Glancing down at his chest she had never realised how built Xander actually was. She never would have thought it by what she has seen him eat. She needs him now ignoring any consequences and issues that might pop up later in her life. She feels his hands over her body and gives him full access to her body feeling his hands slide down her back and cup her ass. She feels desired, hot, and flushed full of lust and decided to lay her cards on the table. Reaching around she undoes the back of her dress zipping it down before peeling it off and letting the dress slide down her body.

He takes a moment to give her cute turquoise bra and thong panties a once over. "Just planned on a friendly drink?" he asked her smirked and she rolled her eyes at him. So, what if she had a little plans this evening, she was only human and a woman after all. She had needs. Her tongue ran over her kiss-swollen lips, waiting for him to make the next move. She is in a state of undress well aware that she doesn't have the breasts and body of twenty-year-old bimbo. She had a marriage of insecurities and doubts which may her slightly hesitant in this moment. She didn't need to worry as he drew her close to her and they stayed like that savouring each other's clear desire hovering a fraction of an inch away from each other before he kissed her passionately.

Her lips pressed softly against his, and she moaned against him. Then the softness became fierce passion, and they nearly crushed together. "I want to see you," she said, breathing heavily in between kisses.

Xander pulled back and nodded pulling off his shirt, tossing it somewhere. Again, Joyce's eyes admired his well-built body, probably caused by his time as helping her daughter in slaying. She watched as he first kicked off his shoes then socks before Xander lowered his dark jeans leaving him just in his underwear which was tented. Despite still hiding behind cloth, it looked very impressive. She looked at him full of want and hunger she was going to have him tonight that much was certain now.

Slowly she stripped off her underwear and he actually felt his eyes nearly pop out of their sockets. She looked gorgeous, graceful, and elegant and well stunning. Joyce smiled enjoying the look of hunger and desire that the young man was giving her. Certainly, didn't hurt her ego one bit which had been damaged and dulled over the years. She moved onto his bed popping herself up with an elbow and an arched eyebrow. "Are you planning to join me?" Upon her request he stripped off his shorts and lay down next to her, grabbing a packet of condoms out of his jeans pocket. She raised her eyebrows at him, and he grinned. "I'd have made a great boy scout."

She took them out of his hand, "Mmmm! Strawberry flavour, my favourite." She gave him a wicked look. "D'you want me to show you something?"

"Anything." Oh God, yes, anything so long as she would let him bury his cock between her legs and fuck her, hard. She took one of the rubbers out of it's packet and pulled it out slightly. She put the end in her mouth and bent down to his cock. He felt her teeth grazing his cock as she rolled it on him using her mouth. It felt incredible, unbelievably sexy. She finished it off with her hands, before slowly moving back up him, brushing his chest and neck with her hair. He pulled her to him and kissed her hard, she tasted of strawberries.

She pulled away, straddling him, her hot and wet against his cock. He pulled her forward with her hips and, rising slightly, she guided him into her. "Oh God, you're big." She panted, impaling herself on him. Still, he slipped inside her easily, she was so wet.

Xander watched and felt her pussy close around him, the wet heat wrapped around his rigid length. "Oh, Mrs. Summers," he whispered aloud as he thrusted into her.

Joyce heard what Xander had called her, the sheer erotica of it had spurred her on as she gently sank him inside of her, the thick column of flesh spreading her asunder as she settled back on his lap after a couple of careful down-thrusts. Fiery spasms rocked her slim body as she was holding him so deep, enjoying how hard and thick he felt inside her. He could feel her muscles relax to let him through. When he was fully inside her, she started to move, slowly with his hands resting on her thighs as she rolled her hips in tense circles, slicking his cock with her arousal while squeezing tight around him.

She moaned his name as she moved backwards and forwards speeding up her pace, rubbing her clit against him. "You feel so good!" Xander declared staring up at her in awe. Simply watching her was a sight to behold as she was so glorious and sexy. She was riding him right out of his mind, her gorgeous breasts bouncing in time with the way she worked him in and out of her body. He reached for them eager to feel them in his hands, but she pushed him back, hands on his shoulders maintaining full control. Completely nude as she pressed herself against him and kissed him passionately as she fucked him. Her snug inner walls pulled on him so deliciously as each descent of her slim hips stole more of his sanity.

Rising up again she slammed her hips against his as she pushed some hair out of her face. She knew that she didn't have long to go now, feeling her stomach clench as she rose up and down on him with a more furious rocking motion. Xander looked up her drinking in the sight of her, she is moving full of passion, sweating, writhing, moaning with pleasure with a lustful smile and that wicked look in her eye. Mrs Summers' mouth opened as she moaned, leaning back her head as she came hard. She felt her nipples tighten and her stomach groan as every part of her body seemed to cry out with pleasure as she came hard.

Xander gasped as felt her inner muscles clamp down around his cock, feeling her pussy clench around him as she shook on top of him. He was still hard, still thrusting inside of her as she relaxed from her long-overdue orgasm. Unable to hold himself in check in longer, Xander sat up quickly, sliding one arm around her waist to haul her firm to his chest as he then rolled them over until he was on top his face in her neck, nibbling the sensitive skin as his hips began lifting, thrusting up into her he began to pound up into her, matching her earlier movements, fucking her harder. Soft whining noises filled the room as did the sounds of their bodies merging time and time again. Their bodies rubbed together, her nipples scraping over his chest as they clung to each other, grinding, and thrusting harder, lost in the heated moment, bucking and writhing. They kissed with a desperate hunger that was fast blazing out of control.

She was so hot, so soft, so wet around him. Xander panted and moaned as he felt himself building up to his climax. As he fucked her, faster and faster, she started to tighten around him again and it was her second orgasm that finally sent him over the edge. Milking his cock for every drop of his cum they came together merging and crashing against each other. She collapsed against his bed crying out and he gasped as he pumped into her. Once done he rolled off him drawing deep breaths as he panted staring up at the ceiling. When he thought he could talk again he did so. "Good?" Okay, not in entire sentences yet, but still.

"Yeah," she said, her voice full of wonder. He looked over, and she was staring at the ceiling of the basement with a funny little half-smile on her face. She cut her eyes towards him and smiled a bit more. "Twice."

"Give me a few minutes, please I don't think I'm up to it," he confessed.

"No," she stopped him, grinning exhausted, but satisfied. "I already did. Twice."

He grinned sort of absently at her, then the meaning of the words struck him, and his eyes widened. "Just now? I mean, one after another?"

She nodded, a superior smile on her face. "I love being a woman sometimes."

His head dropped back to the pillow. "Wow." She wasn't sure if he was surprised by her abilities or his own. She then snuggled up next to him and without warning fell asleep as he did so as well.

XXXXXXX

She woke up happy. Slowly, her sleepy brain unpacked memories, and she recalled the reason for her happiness. It wasn't difficult. There were plenty of tactile stimuli to help her remember the events of the previous evening. She was in a strange bed, which had been shorn of all covers except the bottom sheet and some pillows. The top sheet, blanket and duvet were huddled in a pile on the floor, with discarded clothing scattered over them. Her companion of the previous night was lying on his side and was curled tightly against the elegant curve of her spine, his hips pressed against hers and his arm around her waist as he snored lightly into her hair. She had no idea how long she lay there, unable to think past this moment, her mind too obsessed with the pleasurable memories of the previous evening to worry about what would happen next or even to wonder how she had let this happen.

"Have you seen my shoes?" Joyce demanded causing him to wake up a little more. He had been awoken to the sounds of her moving around the basement in a hurry gathering her clothing. She seemed intent on getting out of the scene of the crime as quickly as possible. He looked at her raising an eyebrow slightly at her black dress with the slit down one side. Not waiting for an answer, she went to his closet. She kneeled awkwardly, and her right leg was almost completely bared as she started to dig through the mess that was his closet. "Seriously, have you seen them?"

"I don't generally keep your shoes in my closet, Mrs Summers," Xander said while reaching for a pair of boxers and slipping them on as he shuffled out of the bed

"Yes, I know, but I think that I kicked them off around here last night when we..." she trailed off unwilling to say out loud what had occurred here.

"Oh. Right." He dimly recalled Joyce Summers kicking her shoes off hastily as he pressed her up against the door. The both of them gazed distantly at nothing as they recalled.

"Uh," Joyce said, clearing her throat. "Anyway, have you seen them?"

"I don't think so. But it's kind of a mess in here," he admitted looking around the basement.

Joyce Summers glanced around the room. "Kind of?"

"Hey, I'm a bachelor!" he declared with his arms raised but dropped them sheepishly at her raised eyebrow.

'Okay time to be the adult in the room' Joyce the woman thought stepping forward. "Maybe we should have a talk," she began in very much a mom voice and Xander nodded having expected this and braced himself to be as helpful as possible. "You… I mean we… just got a little out of hand last night… we just have to retain a mature stance on sex, as well as maintain a dignity about your actions. We both sadly lost that… last time due to… both being in a vulnerable state."

"Right! It was just a big case of wrong time, wrong place!" Xander suggested.

"Yes!" Joyce agreed quickly glad to see the young man was agreeing with her.

"Absolutely!" Xander nodded firmly.

"Without a doubt," Joyce reasoned. "We are mature!" She highlighted.

"And responsible." Xander offered.

"And we must represent ourselves in a respectful manner." Joyce said sounding every bit a parent.

"Sex is a special act between consenting adults, and not to be taken lightly so I was told in sex education," Xander offered to which Joyce pointed back at him in agreement.

"We will act accordingly at all times," Joyce confirmed.

"Scouts honour!" Xander promised.

"Good!" Joyce smiled in agreement.

The pair then lunged at each other, kissing madly as their hands moved over each other as their tongues wrestled in the other's mouth. Xander felt Joyce's wet tongue in his mouth as he sucked on it, feeling her rub up against him with complete lust taking her over. Joyce Summers groaned into his mouth as she felt his body press firmly against him, wanting more as she sucked on his tongue passionately, running her hands through his hair. Bashing up against a work top counter, knocking over one or two items as they tasted each other. She felt his erection against her hip and moaned, rubbing herself against him, trying to relieve her aching clit.

Joyce broke off the kiss feeling flushed and breathing heavy. She was amazed to see that Xander was suffering from the same affliction. 'He's your daughter's friend,' she thought to herself. 'But he's a virile-looking young man. And he was so good last night' She knew that this was wrong, that no good could come from it. But the wicked part of her brain told her to do things with Xander that would make all her girlfriends bite their fists with envy. She was a lonely, single mother so she knew that the chances of meeting a man that would accept a woman in her forties with one children, no matter their ages in a California town would be rare. The older woman had quite a few fantasies that she wanted to do with him, intending on using the day to do it.

In for a penny in for a pound was how Joyce did things. No longer shy and utterly bewitched by the obvious hunger set ablaze in his eyes for her alone, Joyce eased the twin straps of her dress from her shoulders, and then with a little dip and sway the clothing slipped from her slender figure to the floor, now pooled at her feet. Alluring. She felt so alluring and now exposed, clad in her sensual weapons of choice. A far too expensive turquoise lace bra and panties set that she suddenly didn't care about the price because Xander had to lean against a chair to keep from falling down. She beckoned him to come towards her with one finger and he did as he was told meeting her in the middle of the basement. She pulled Xander to her kissing him hungrily and he wrapped his arms around her and returned the kiss with gusto wanting her again with passion.

Their underwear was shed and soon they were back in the bed exploring each other's bodies. The pair didn't leave the young man's basement for the entire day.