On Revello Drive in Sunnydale one would find the house belonging to Joyce Summers. Bought via the money she received in her divorce of Hank Summers the house was a simple two story, American Craftsman style home. If one was to venture inside the home, they would find it modestly decorated and a few noises coming from upstairs. Head upstairs and a person would be able to identify the noises as sounds of passion courtesy from Joyce Summers and Alexander Harris, often known as Xander to his friends. As you got closer you could easily make out Joyce's gentle moans, giggles, and occasional gasps and Xander's groans and heavy breathing. Walk into the master bedroom and a person would find Xander's clothes on the floor along with Joyce's most notably some sexy black underwear she had been wearing earlier and find the pair in bed together. Naked, their bodies shiny from sweat and it would be painfully obvious what they were doing.

"Uhh! Joyce!" Xander groaned not for the first time as she found a slightly sensitive spot under his ribs on his left side with her fingers.

"That's Mrs Summers to you," she corrected him with a strict tone before giving him a passionate kiss. He moaned feeling her lips on his but just as soon as she had started kissing him, she leaned back sitting up right out of his reach. He whined in protest and frustration at his current state. He was stark naked, handcuffed to Joyce's bed with the woman in question being a total cock tease and not in a good way either. She would drive him to the brink of orgasm then stop. Then she would repeat it over and over again. Her mouth, hands and body were an instruments of pleasurable torture as she drove him insane over and over again. Shaking his hands testing the handcuffs he knew it was no use he was trapped here at her mercy.

Smiling her 'naughty' smile back at him while cupping her breasts just to tease him Joyce for her part wondered what it was about the Scooby handcuffed before her. When he was around her, she found herself doing all sorts of slutty things that she would never do when he wasn't around. But when they were together, she felt free to express herself, to explore herself and to entertain herself in all the ways she had never done so before. Xander so far had never question her, never denied her and never lied to her which was a far cry from the previous man in her life. He was not perfect being too young and not just in age. He was work shy, more than a little flippant at times and still had a lot of growing up to do but still he's her special elixir. Her 'fix' when she needed to forget the world and grab on to something pure with all her might.

Deciding she had denied him long enough she gave him a quick kiss while grasping his throbbing cock and holding it upright. He moaned and begged and was finally rewarded when lowered herself onto him. They looked into each other's eyes as they were joined. Each enjoying the expressions of pleasure the other wore. Xander tore his gaze from her to a mirror that sat on her drawer across the room. From it angle he had a perfect view of her ass and back muscles. "Enjoying the view?" she asked him knowing what he was looking at. He nodded unable to form words and she chuckled before she started rolling her hips, grinding her clit against the base of Xander's dick before pausing. Joyce used her pussy muscles to grip Xander then slowly raised herself until just the head of his dick was inside her. She was rewarded by Xander literally going cross-eyed at the intense pleasure he was feeling. Relaxing her grip on him, she lowered herself back down, sighing at the wonderful sensation of being filled. Clenching her muscles again she repeated the procedure. She was in effect still torturing him with pleasure.

"You're lethal!" he commented panting down underneath her as she worked her body on him.

"Don't you forget it," she told him as she gave her nipple a quick pinch before running her hands over his chest as she began to speed up and ride him. In a few minutes the two of them were rapidly heading out of control. They had abandoned their previous slow and sensuous rhythm for an increasingly frenzied fuck. Joyce rode Xander hard as he thrust up with his hips trying to get deeper inside the older woman. The two were building to a massive climax when he finally called out and came hard inside her. She threw her head back cumming alongside him feeling her body tighten all over and sing like it was on Broadway.

Glowing and feeling oh so delicious she leaned down and gave her young lover a slow, lazy kiss caressing his head with her hand before she moved down his body and engulfed his still sensitive cock in her mouth.

"Ahhh," he cried out in pain as soon as he felt her mouth around his cock, but he relaxed a little when he realised, she was just cleaning his cock of their juices.

She lapped up their combined flavours and licked him clean enjoy the taste of their essence before releasing him. "Mmm, that was just what I needed!" she commented sitting up next to him feeling all girlish and comfortable in her nudity. Xander made her feel wanted and desired whenever they were together that personal doubts and insecurities of her body had been removed. It never failed to amuse her how she could stop his babbling sometimes by simply removing her clothes.

"I'm glad I could be of service," Xander replied from his position on her bed. "And now would it be possible for me to be released from my current state?" He asked clanging the handcuffs together.

Joyce made a show of considering it. "Perhaps I prefer you in this position," she teased him. "Far safer for all of us. Will keep you out of trouble!"

"Ah but think of all the kids who will be peeing in the local swimming pool and all the inflatable toys that will be left floating in the water without Sunnydale's favourite lifeguard there to save them!" he deadpanned referring to his job as lifeguard at the pool.

Joyce rolled his eyes at his complaining. Truth is she suspected he enjoyed working there. It was a steady job one he hadn't quit or been fired from, decently paid, and kept him fit she thought noting his muscles. Thanks to slaying and swimming his arms, shoulders and chest featured well- developed muscles, his stomach and torso were lean and tight, and his legs and butt looked *quite* nice in her not-so-humble opinion, and she grinned with appreciation as her eyes lingered for a moment on his already semi-hardened cock, offering a quick and private prayer of thanks that Xander's strength, stamina and endurance were applicable to… her wants and desires. Opening her bedside drawer, she produced a small key and unlocked the young man. Xander rubbed his wrists together in discomfort before Joyce good naturally tousled his hair and gave him a smirk before standing and stretching a little.

Xander ever the male would be forgiven for a long glance in her direction. The older woman's classical beauty and lean body provided much attention. The bright pink of her nipples and aureoles contrasted vividly with the normal creamy-white colour of her breasts and the close-cropped triangle of fur concealing her femininity. No she wasn't a supermodel he might find on the internet with breasts the size of melons but instead she was Joyce with curves and angles in all the right places.

Catching him staring at her Joyce paused for a moment after turning back, not-quite posing for the brunet lying so comfortably and at ease atop her bed before shaking her head. "Come on you we have to get clean up," she said taking his hand and pulling him up from the bed. He followed with his ever-eager hands, and they showered together kissing under the water and soaping each other up. They had been together for a few months now. They weren't officially a couple just yet, but they were undoubtedly exclusive with so much sex taking place there was no time to see anyone else even if they wanted to anyway. Leaving her to finish drying he went back into her room to pick up his clothes. Coming back into the room to join him she saw he was looking at a picture that was hanging on her wall. Oh yeah, she knew what he was about to say! "Wasn't there a picture of Jonathan hanging up there?" he teased smirking at her.

"Oh, hush you! You were the one who kept glancing at it when you were last here!" She fired back referring to the spell that the short man had cast that had turned the entire town into his personal groupie. "So how is the gym working out for you then?" She asked interested to hear how his work life was going. She had a feeling Xander had not been pushed or pressed on the matter of post high school education or work hence why he had found himself in a cycle of dead ending jobs.

"Going well," Xander told her as he pulled up his jeans while she put on her clothes. "The first aid course they sent me on was kind of fun up until they had us make out with the dummy, they had brought which I might add I suspected they hadn't bothered cleaning!" She rolled her eyes at his complaining and spotted a bags by the corner in the room. She had forgotten about as she had been… distracted by his presence. "Oh!" She exclaimed, "I have something for you!" She announced going to the bag and bringing it up onto the bed. "You mentioned that you needed some clothes so here I got you something!"

"You got me clothes?" He said raising an eyebrow at her.

"Just a few shirts," she replied before justifying her decision. "You are a professional now Xander. You never know when you might have to attend a meeting or a work function or impress your boss!"

"Do you wear this to impress your boss?" Xander playfully asked her holding up her garter belt which she snatched away from him glaring at him and tossing it away in a drawer.

"It's important to look good Xander," she corrected him. "You cannot simply wandering around wearing this Christmas shirt all year round!" She frowned at him when she noticed it was his time to glare at her. "What?"

"This isn't a Christmas shirt!" He told her straight and she chewed her lip examining his choice of wear a little bit more carefully. Still looked like a Christmas shirt to her but anyway. "I'm sorry I just thought you might prefer some more... solid colours!" she added carefully eyeing his multi-coloured monstrosity of a shirt.

"I understand," he assure her before frowning a little. "I just," he began looking slightly confused. "I didn't realise we were at the stage of buying each other gifts."

Joyce suddenly felt sheepish and embarrassed. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have. I can take it back." He gave her a lopsided grin to make sure she knew it was okay.

"No, it's cool," he told her seeing her unease before looking inside the contents of the bag in question. "I mean some of the clothes are kind of boring," he admitted.

"Xander they are solid colours," she said to him unimpressed pulling out the shirts of the bag.

"That's what I mean boring! Next you will be telling me the socks have to match!" He protested and she rolled his eyes at him. He simply smiled and shrugged. He was already secure in the knowledge that not even Cordelia Chase and all her fashion knowledge could not fix his fashion impairment. He doubted Joyce could but still was happy she was trying. He frowned when something caught his eye and looked in mild disgust. "A tie?" he said holding up the offending garment to her.

"Ties are important accessory to an outfit!" she fired back at him.

"It's pink!" He exclaimed.

"Pinkish…" she said defending herself. "I would call it salmon!" Off his look she finally gave in. "Okay maybe I over did it a little, but I have the receipt for all of this so don't worry I can take it back," she said in defeat. Well, the pink tie was a long shot. She selected a safer option. "Try this one on," Joyce said to him holding up a fairly safe dark blue shirt on his chest.

"Hey! I am not some Ken doll to dress up on command you know!" Xander protested.

She swatted his arm. "Just let me see!" Joyce said playfully while taking a seat on her bed. Making a big show of huffing Xander took of his shirt and put on his new one from Joyce. When she told him to tuck it and he made another huffing sound but did so. "There much more respectable!" she told him as she stood next to him smoothing out the shirt.

"I don't know it feels a little tight around the neck!" he whined like a child causing him to roll her eyes.

"It's meant to be tight!" she corrected. "Not everything has to be baggy Xander! You have a good physique why not highlight it!"

"Oh my god! I have a good physique!" He glanced at himself in the mirror and pulled a few muscles. Joyce's lips thinned. Xander offered her a small smile as way of apology before circling his arms around her loosely and pulling her closely to him. "Thank you," he said sincerely and gave her a sweet kiss. She smiled against his lips as she felt his fingers run along her sides and back. Xander had to be one of the most affectionate people she knew. Hank was the opposite often uncomfortable with the mere sight of public displays of affection on the television let alone engage in it with Joyce. Xander though seemed to like forever caressing and touching her skin.

He broke it off to look at her a little and took a deep breath. "What's been happening between us lately?"

Joyce was about to make a jokey comment but picked up on his nervousness "You want to know where this is going?" she asked and Xander nodded. She sighed then shrugged "I don't know" she said taking his hand "Do you?"

"No," he admitted. "I mean we blamed the hellmouth for hooking up and for continuing but I am thinking we can't keep blaming it anymore. I enjoy spending time with you a lot and there are times when I can't stop thinking about you."

"Xander," she began taking a step back.

"No! I get it! I really do!" Xander said quickly. "You're someone's mother! and there is an age difference! And there is an intelligence difference! And so many other things! But I just here I am in your bedroom, and we arrange these dates, and we arrange these meet ups, and I just saw on the calendar the other day that it has been now several months. I'm thinking the hellmouth is using very powerful mojo on us or_"

"Or we have feelings for each other," she concluded looking more serious and avoiding his face.

Xander nodded. "Plus, there was a girl at the pool the other day. I have seen her around a few times, and she sort of invited me to see a film."

Joyce's face stiffened. Her jaw clinched hard. She waited and waited for him to take it back. "Like a date?"

"I believe that's what the kids call it," Xander replied.

Joyce's face reminded hard. She was almost expecting this. Sure, he was bumbling kid at times, but he was a good looking one. It would only be a matter of time before someone noticed. "And you were thinking of saying yes," she guessed.

"I already told her no," Xander began but was cut off by a rather defensive Joyce.

"Why not just go for it! I mean all you got with me is some mother on the side as you pointed out earlier!" She said now angry.

"I didn't mean it like that!" Xander tried to tell her but there was no use Joyce was not listening to her. "I'm just trying to talk to you here!"

"You could have talked earlier but no guess you wanted some sex for the road!" She growled at him. "Well, you got some so now you can get out!" As she yelled at him considered the fun, freedom, and romance that marked the last three months of her life. All too good to be true it would seem. Fate yet again was to remind Joyce Summers her place in the world.

"Joyce?" Xander managed to get out moving toward her, but she pushed him away.

"Just get out and don't come back!" She yelled at him. He looked at her, her body tense, eye's blazing and voice full of anger and knew there was no point trying to talk to her. He recalled Buffy mentioning that her mother's resolve was absolute when she made a decision. It would seem the old Harris charm had once again reared it's head and the game was up.

XXXXX

"Great. Just great. Another wonderful day in paradise," Xander muttered to himself as he wandered back to his parent's house the next day. A regular shift at the swimming pool turned into a long as hell shift as he had to cover another lifeguard who called in sick. Add a bus filled of school kids and he was really beginning to feel age plus he really could have done without the toilets all blocking up. "My day didn't start off shitty enough, oh no! God, or whoever he put in charge of things up there, must have decided he wants to make me a butt monkey again. Well, this time, I'm saying, that's enough!" He muttered to himself killing an empty coke can out of his path before looking up at the sky. "Do you hear me up there? I'm getting a little tired of this!" He yelled up at the sky as he was paused in the middle of the sidewalk. "Enough is enough! Do you hear me!?" He yelled before noticing there was some of his neighbours were looking at him.

"What are you looking at?" he asked belligerently, as he noticed an elderly couple staring at him, a worried look on their faces. "Can't a guy talk to his deity anymore without people looking at him like he's crazy? Dress up in robes or a clerical collar and go around talking to God, and nobody looks at you twice. But just wear your normal clothing and try to have a semi-private conversation with Him," he made a vague gesture toward the heavens, "and they want to lock you up." The man hooked his arm around his wife's shoulders and began to hurry her away back into their home keeping himself between her and Xander.

'Nice one Xander,' he thought to himself, guess he could mark himself as public enemy number one on the local neighbourhood watch list. In truth he knew the real reason why he was in such a bad mood, and it was simply two words. Joyce Summers. Yesterday he had pushed Joyce a little in defining what they were or what might they become and she had freaked. It wasn't like he wanted to go to the rooftops and proclaim that he was fucking Joyce Summers as that would lead to a painfully death at the hands of her daughter Buffy aka the vampire slayer. I mean maybe he wanted to do that a little on account of all the sex that had been happening but, in any case, he simply wanted to know for his own state of mind. His time was Joyce had been well fun. Lots of fun, unbelievable fun even she was gorgeous, funny, smart, sexier than she had right to be, and it would seem wilder than he would have ever guessed. The sex they shared was imaginative, engaging, and endless almost like she was making up for lost time with Xander a very willing participant. She also was the only person who at the moment was taking an interest in his life. Be it listening to him talk about work or slaying, encouraging him to save and leave his parent's basement or to simply not give up hope for the future. He had taken a lot of what she had said to heart. He had studied and committed to working as a lifeguard which had finally given him a steady job, income, and sense of achievement. He was a working man with a purpose and not just a series of dead-end jobs.

Still, he pushed a little into getting a definition of what he was to Joyce and what they were doing, and she had pushed back in affect kicking him out of the door. Well, it was wrong to begin with he knew, and he figured it was over. Pushing past his thoughts, Xander finally had enough. He knows can't force her to do something she just doesn't want to do. So, to that end the affair was over. He tried. It was time to move on from that fantasy. Having caught more than a few appreciative looks from attractive women, he knew he wasn't the Elephant Man by any means. Hell, he was even asked out a date the other day! He knew he'd find romance and love from other girls. "Time to get back on the horse," Xander said out loud to himself, and then vowed to not make a habit of talking to himself out loud and to get back on the girl hunt. He would just have to start from scratch he told himself as he opened the door to the basement and walked down the stairs.

And standing in the middle of the basement was Joyce Summers wearing only his old 'Sunnydale 97' swim t-shirt from high school. Well, this wasn't about to help him getting over her. "Are you planning on stealing my tv?" He asked her in a state of disbelief.

"Well, that's no way to say hello!" Joyce quipped at the young man. "Besides if I was going to steal something it would be chilli con carne recipe." She said pointing to the paper on his desk.

"I was going to return that!" Xander held his hands up in defence. "I just borrowed it to cook it a few times before I perfected it!" Then he remembered he was meant to be mad at her for entering his home unannounced. "What do you want?" he glanced at down at her bare legs. "And why are you dressed like that?"

Joyce glanced down at herself and smirked. "I wanted to come round and chat a little about yesterday and got a little comfortable while waiting."

"Good thing my parents are away seeing Aunt Carol this weekend," he remarked.

"I recalled you mentioning that" Joyce said. 'Okay honesty time' Joyce thought to herself. She could do this. "You asked what we were yesterday and I kind of freaked out."

"Kind of?" he fired back before he was silenced by her look. Giving her the floor, he stood quietly, eyes fixed on her face, listening intently.

"You asked me to help define what we are, and I stepped back," she began. "And what I say stepped back I ran away from it and pushed you away and I am sorry. I owe you better than that so I thought maybe I should explain myself and why maybe I got involved in something like this." She took a deep breath and began her story. "When I married Hank, I was sure I was making the right decision for my future. I had everything all planned. We'd have secure jobs, at least one perfect child, and a nice house that I'd have fun decorating. And we'd love each other forever. For a long time, that all seemed to be coming true, at least on the outside. But I didn't like working for someone else, our beautiful daughter was obviously troubled in a way I couldn't understand, and a nice house didn't seem like much compensation for the things that were going wrong. And I used a lot of energy refusing to admit to myself that Hank didn't turn me on much anymore, and that he'd never really satisfied me in bed."

Her face was sad, as she recalled that time, and he couldn't help but walk up to her and pull her in hug. She was clearly being painfully honest with him, and he knew it how difficult it could be. He reached up and traced the frown on her lips until the corners quirked upwards again. She continued her story. "So, the more I planned, the more carefully I tried to map out my family's future, the more miserable I got. Then my marriage fell apart completely. So, you see all my planning, all my careful choices and self-help books went up in smoke and I have had to rebuild and start from scratch with very little to show for it. I was forced to move and start my own business, which isn't nearly as fancy as the place I worked before. And not only is this house in Sunnydale is not as nice as the one I had in LA, and it also keeps getting damaged by marauding demons. Plus, the hardest of all, I found out my daughter was the Slayer and risking her life on a nightly basis."

She shuddered a little at that memory, and he pulled her down toward him. She snuggled into his chest, holding onto his shoulders for reassurance. "So, I've decided I'm not planning for the future anymore. I'm not even thinking about it much. I'm just living now, in the present tense. Right now, I'm content –"

" – to take things as they come?" he finished for her.

Her eyes opened wide, sparkling with sudden mischief. "Or to take whatever makes me come." He couldn't help but let out some laughter. "I know I shouldn't be here, shouldn't have let any of this happen between us but I just want something that is mine. And you as of this moment Xander Harris are all mine," she said rather forcefully which couldn't help but turn him on. She was tracing the line of his right cheekbone with her other hand, and he turned his head to catch her little finger in his mouth and suck on it. "And let me tell you something Xander, the guy you are today, you're pretty terrific," she complimented him, and it earned her a smile. "You're handsome and you have a promising career and you're sweet and nice and amazing in bed." She let out a giggle at his 'aw shucks' expression. "I know one day I will have to give you up but for now I want to keep you and be with you in so many ways and so many positions." Joyce added before offering him a little pout, batting her eye lashes. "Now do you think we can make up properly?"

Xander didn't need to be told twice. He dipped his head and captured Joyce's lips in a lustful kiss which she returned full fold. He cupped her ass with his both his hands moaning as he felt her bare flesh squeezing her cheeks hard. Joyce circled her arms around Xander's neck, delighting in how he moaned again softly in pleasure when she pressed herself hard up against him. They were kissing hungrily now, their tongues duelling against each other's with fervour, teeth clashing as they tried to devour each other's mouths. Xander had one hand at Joyce's head now, his fingers threaded through her hair. As he held her to him, he couldn't help but rock his hips gently against her body. She just felt so good against him like this, so soft underneath his hands as they caressed her body.

Breaking the kiss Xander looked her with confidence he didn't know he had. "If I'm yours then it's only right that your mine!" He told her and she moaned in response. A wave of warmth, desire and excitement surged through her, and she felt her nipples harden and distend while at the same time a sensation of heat and wetness flowed through her pussy. "Take this off," he commanded tugging at her t-shirt. She bit her lip and did just that, oh so impressed at seeing this side of her young lover and was determined that this would not be the last of it. Xander felt his cock twitch inside the boxers he wore as he stared at the heavenly naked woman now before him. "Get on the bed."

The older woman maintained her silence keeping eye contract with him as she walked past him, barely brushing against him before lying down in the middle of it. She slowly spread her legs apart, giving him an eagle-eyed view of her wet, glistening pussy. He moved to the bed sitting on it but stop as he sat the edge of the bed letting his eyes roam over her body. "What are you looking at?" she asked, trying not to sound like she was suddenly a bit unnerved by his gaze.

"Looking at an incredibly beautiful woman and appreciating how just how appetizing and mouth-wateringly delicious she smells," he replied with a smirk meeting her gaze.

She felt herself blush a little at his honestly and smiled at him. "And what are you going to do about it?" she asked him with a raised eyebrow. He gave an answer. Resting one knee on the bed, he gripped her ankle firmly in his hand and raised her foot towards his mouth. Intent on worshipping every part of her, he proceeded to trail his lips up and down the arch of her foot, letting his tongue sensually dip between each of her toes as his fingers slowly moved up her leg. Joyce's head fell back against the pillow at his ministrations. He nipped at her inner thigh with his teeth causing her to hum in pleasure as his fingers slipped inside her and found that magical place that she hadn't realized existed until he'd discovered it. She was so beautiful, splayed out on his bed sheets, her golden, shiny locks fanned out around her. Naked, wet, and wanting. Her gaze positively hungry now. She looked like a goddess. So alive and wild. And all his. His kisses moved up her leg until he was kneeling between her legs. Easing his fingers out of her pussy with a soft, wet suctioning sound that had every nerve in her body alight he could see her folds glistening with her desire.

"Xander," she breathed out. He look at her as a man who saw everything he desired. No one had ever looked at her the way he did—a way that had form and texture. To see such want and need in his eyes was such a turn on.

He hummed in response, teasing the opening of her pussy with his lips and teeth, feeling her shiver beneath him. As his head lowered between her thighs and the warmth of his breath brushed her clit the second before his tongue did, she knew he wouldn't stop until he was sated, and she was claimed fully as his own. He loved the way she tasted. It was addicting. And he would never tire of feeling her coming apart on his tongue. Months of practice and her coaching had led him to become very skilled at this and the older woman could feel her body give into the pleasure that he was giving her. Her nipples were rock hard, her stomach churning and blood pumping all around her.

He looked up at her with his mouth buried in her quim, their eyes connecting immediately. The moment was so intimate and erotic, watching her reactions as he swirled his tongue around and greedily sucked on her clit. The way her eyes darkened. Her breath hitched. He tried to save it all to memory. She didn't break eye contact once and he watched every nuance cross her face until she exploded on his tongue, and he was lapping up her sweet cream. She came so hard she felt she was floating. Her body being lit up like a Christmas tree and brightly displaying itself in the room. "Better than chocolate," came Xander's voice bringing her back to down the bed. Panting she glanced down he was looking at her from between her legs with a wide smile and shiny lips.

"You always did love my cooking," she purred at him and then she was pulling him up by the hair, licking up the traces of her juices that were still on his lips seemingly getting more turned on by the tasting herself on his tongue. Kissing him like she couldn't get enough of him just as he couldn't get enough of her.

She began frantically gripping his clothes, urging him to help her take them off but without removing her lips from his. She was pushing and pulling at his boxers keen to take them off as he was squirming too tyring to slide his underwear down his legs causing the pair to fall to the side and off the bed onto the floor below. A beat followed before Joyce rose up from behind the bed back all but growling as she arched up thrusting her breasts in the air as she impaled herself on Xander's hard cock sliding all the way down. Her muscles clamped down hard on his cock as she begun to ride him with a possessive look in her eye. She wailed from the delicious feel of him sliding deeper, straining against the feel of him, her thighs slapping against his. His hands moved up to cup her breasts his fingers circling her erect nipples causing her to bite her lip a little as he pulled her back down behind the bed to kiss her almost branding her with his lips.

The whimpering sighs and groans of intense pleasure filtered around the basement as the pair began fucking hard giving into their passion. And it was not long until Joyce found herself to be wearing a pair of handcuffs entirely at the young man's mercy. A prisoner of his desires and commands… And she wouldn't have it any other way.