Xander Harris's day was not starting well. Having to house the chipped vampire Spike in his own home was bad enough but to wake up with no voice was even worse. He had first tried to call Buffy he realised there was nothing he could do with no voice or sound coming out his mouth. So, he had then enjoyed a good period of sulking while staring at the tied-up Spike before later going to check out what was happening at Giles' place where he joined the group in research. It was quickly established that whatever was happening had affected the whole town leading it to be quarantined and the Scoobies didn't know how to restore their voices.
A murder had occurred the last night leading to next morning Giles to share a theory that everything was result of the Gentlemen from actual fairy tales. He explained their background through some very disturbing drawings and text on an overhead projector in a lecture room at the college, with some atmospheric musical embellishment which set the doom and gloom mood Xander. Buffy would naturally patrol later in the day despite saddled with the knowledge that weapons such as stakes and swords would be worthless as only the sound of a real human voice would destroy them. Willow decided to check out the occult section at the university for more information as Giles continued his research. A thought came to Xander, and he grabbed his coat deciding to check in on someone. It wasn't like the gang desperately needed him to hang around anyway.
Getting to the street he was looking for he went up to the house and knocked on the door shifting his weight. He knew he shouldn't be here that they had almost agreed to each other and to themselves that what took place in their basement had been a onetime thing. A little distance between each other would cure them of any urges and staying apart was easy as they were living very different lives. However Xander couldn't help but be concerned about this individual and had no other way of getting into contract with her than seeing her now like this. The occupant came to the door saw who it was and opened. Joyce Summers pulled Xander inside with a fierce hug. The shock of an embrace wearing off, Xander tentatively wrapped his arms around Joyce. He tried to speak, to say something comforting but when no sound came out, he huffed in frustration.
Joyce gripped the younger man as if her life depended on it. She had no idea what was going on after waking up yesterday with her voice gone. The news reports were vague and sketchy which she took to mean something supernatural was behind it. Attempts to contract Buffy proved fruitless as she couldn't speak or say anything to leave a message. Her slayer daughter didn't make an appearance to detail what was happening, and Joyce knew she would most likely be in the way of some monster of the week issue that Buffy and her friends were involved in. So not for the first time that left her here struggling with her wits and trying to pretend everything was already and that her daughter wasn't in some life and death situation. She once again considered if she should have simply taken Buffy, got the hell out of this town even if it meant locking her up in some mental hospital somewhere. At least her little girl would be safe but alas fate hadn't given her a regular daughter but rather a hero. Joyce still didn't know if she should be proud or if she was cursed. But when Xander had showed up she just had to release all the pent-up tension she was feeling.
Xander led the older woman over to the couch and they sat down. He lifted Joyce's chin and smiled encouragingly while he wiped at her tears. She sniffled and smiled at him, "Hi," She grimaced at her lack of voice. Xander smiled and returned her greeting. Joyce sighed sadly and Xander rested his forehead against hers, Joyce smiled at the gesture before they pulled back a little.
"Is this the hellmouth?" she mouthed at him, and he nodded spotting a note pad and a pen he quickly grabbed it and wrote a little about what he knew from researching with the others. That demons had stolen their voices and that Buffy was out looking for them. She nodded reading his notes and sat back a little. She needed this. She needed to be in someone's arms with someone actually giving a damn about her. It felt good at least knowing. She knew that she would next to useless in helping fight whatever caused all this but at least she actually knew what was happening rather than be clueless.
A small idea occurred to her, and she stood up motioning Xander to stay put as he looked at her puzzled. She took a deep breath and then screamed as loud as she could at what she considered to be the top of her lungs. She tired again but there was nothing. No sound not even the slightest squeak from her voice.
Xander looked at her concerned and stood up in a protective mode but stopped when she started giggling and trying to wave off his clear concern. It him the woman looked she had lost her marbles.
Still giggling she quickly wrote down a note, handed it to him and he read it. 'I have wanted to scream so loudly for years.' He chuckled at that and felt better when he saw that she was smiling like a weight had been removed from her shoulders. He joined her in next one an explosion of energy and bent up feelings release without a sound so there would be no questions, no shame, and no embarrassment.
It felt good.
It felt great even.
They both deep breaths after screaming loudly for minutes eyeing each other before without hesitation their mouths melted together in a simple fluid motion, lips opening, sliding in languorous abandon. He tasted both sweet and salty, and she relished the warm thickness of his tongue searching her mouth, slow and deep. They were flush against each other separated only by a few layers of cloth. They might not hear each other's moans, but they could feel their needs and wants as they caressed each other building the lust running through them. Xander's hand slid around and cupped her ass, bringing a moan from her. She broke the kiss, looking him over with naked desire. She quickly untucked his T-shirt and began to draw it over his chest. She pulled it over his head and cast it to the floor as she bit her lip looking at him.
With his top off she abandoned his mouth in favour of skin. Slowly she slid her hands up his stomach and over his broad chest. She toyed with the patches of soft hair and the firm beads of his nipples. His skin was so soft to the touch. Briefly she went back to his mouth to kiss him deeply before dipping lower and tasting the salty sweetness of his flesh. He made little moans trying to encourage her oral exploration but knew she couldn't hear anything. The lack of encouragement didn't seem to stop her however as she worked her way lower, running the tip of her tongue against the ridges of his stomach muscles that rippled as she kissed his flesh.
His breath came faster as he saw her drop to her knees and felt her undo the button on his jeans pulling them down. The fingers of his left hand wove themselves through her hair when she found his bellybutton. For a while she dipped her tongue in the shallow hollow there, and bit at the sensitive flesh that surrounded it as her hand explored up the inside of his leg and his thigh. She all but tears Xander's shorts from him. The first time Joyce saw Xander naked she then knew for certain that young Willow had the right idea chasing after Xander. His legs are strong, and he is well endowed.
He gasped out loud as he felt her hand wrap around his cock and before he could opened his mouth to protest engulfed his cock in her mouth. The young man couldn't believe this was happening: here he was in Joyce Summer's house with the woman herself on her knees and giving Xander the best blow job he had ever had. Had some warlock cast a lusting spell on the house? Or maybe he was really in his crappy basement dreaming? If so, this was certainly winning the award for the best interactive dream he had ever had.
Joyce for her part enjoyed the feeling of power she got when she took his cock into her mouth. His most sensitive and precious part being caressed by her mouth and tongue and the occasional scrape of teeth reminded him of the power of pleasure or pain she had over him. And he loved every second of it. It had been so long since she had done this type of thing, but something told her that Xander wouldn't mind having his member experimented on by her.
Joyce looked up at him, wanting to see his reaction. When she found that he had a look of lust on his face, she knew she had him where she wanted, knowing that she could enact her fantasy about him at that moment. Joyce's eyes rolled up into her head at the very taste of him, feeling his rock-hard erection throbbing in her mouth. Her tongue stroked the underside of his length, massaging his tool as she suckled on him. She marvelled silently at the texture and flavour of the young man's cock, sucking on him as her skills at this act came flooding back into her mind. Joyce loved the taste of her lover's cock, sucking gently on him, her fingers massaging his balls. The older woman pulled back a bit, feeling the mushroom-shaped head dribble some more precum onto her tongue, setting her tastebuds on fire, breathing through her nose as she did everything she could to bring him to climax. He bucked up towards her mouth, indicating to Joyce that he was on the verge of cumming.
She felt him shake underneath her, wanting to taste his virile cum, pleased that she could still bring a man Xander's age to the edge of orgasm. Joyce felt him moan aloud, his cock hardening a little more in her mouth before he came, exploding into her mouth. Burst after burst of his cum shot into her mouth, coating her tongue, and filling her mouth. The older woman felt her young lover's cock slip from her mouth, too busy savouring the loads of cum that Xander had shot into her mouth. He tasted young and fresh on her tongue, swallowing it slowly as she took her time with it, visibly swallowing it all down before finally releasing him from her mouth. He couldn't help but flop on shaky legs back down onto the couch and she giggled enjoying the fact that she could make a younger man react in such a way.
She broke away from him and wrote something down on her notepad and displayed it up to him. His eyes widen as he read it. 'I've always wanted to fuck someone in every room of this house, interested?' she even had the nerve to grin at him.
Xander was interested. Very much in fact. He had stripped her off her jumper and trousers finally her underwear. They fucked there and then on the living room couch, playful, full of teasing and kisses. It amazed her how perfectly he fit between her thighs. The stiff protrusion of his erection pressed perfectly into her most sensitive parts. Xander kissed her ear and neck, but Joyce was busy sucking the roundness of his shoulder to give him any verbal encouragement. When she looked up into his eyes the desire, she saw in him was nearly overwhelming. They worked furiously bring each other off. Her mouth opened wider and wider and if she had her voice she would have screamed: a loud sustained scream as her orgasm took her as they came hard together.
Then after catching their breaths, she lead him naked to the dining room where there is what could in polite circles be termed extremely heavy petting occurring on the dining room table. Xander is kissing and sucking on every piece of flesh he can get paying a lot of attention to ravish her breasts and Mrs Summers arches her back offering all of her body to her young lover. Tongues danced, fingers probed and caressed, teeth scraped, and lips pulled as the sexual energy grew into a storm. After more making out, she slip from underneath him and hopped off the table, spread her legs, bent over, and thrust her ass into the air in invitation.
Enough with the side dishes, it was time for the main course.
He obeyed of course and gently he eased my way inside her, relishing the feeling of her gripping him with her inner muscles. Grabbing her hips, he started thrusting into her hard. The steady beat of her ass slapping up against his hips it was all music to their ears. The couple found their rhythm and moved against each other grinding their bodies to almost become one. They're moving together with nothing but lust driving them. There were no words between them. No sounds of pleasure. Just their movements and actions. They came together again with no cries or groans just spasming and crashing together as Xander pumped his seed deep within her before they slumped over the table.
After that they got cleaned up with the pair all smiles at their actions and their still silent predicament heading upstairs for a quick shower. They piled in together giggling as they soaped each other up, exchanging a kiss or two as they did so. Hungry having worked up an appetite they went downstairs with Xander putting on his boxer shorts and Joyce slipping on his shirt before they moved to the kitchen to get something to eat. With Joyce moving gracefully around in the kitchen in just one of his t shirts, her long slender legs in display Xander couldn't help but steal a few looks at her. After making some supper and finishing it off Xander took the plates off the table causing Joyce to grin a little at his hungry gaze. He picked her up carefully placed her on the table. Taking a hint and revelling in his desire she slowly spread her legs apart, giving him an eagle-eyed view of her wet, glistening pussy. Xander came toward her moving his face towards her dripping centre her musky scent flooding his senses. The scent was like nothing he had ever smelled before - a mixture of musk and sweetness. Xander pressed his lips against Joyce's pussy, feeling her heat against his face. He kissed and licked her pussy lips.
'God,' Joyce thought to herself. 'I'm going to hell for this. But his tongue is so wonderful.' He lapped at her leaking juices, moving his hands underneath her buttocks as he helped her raise her hips. Joyce looked down and stared at Xander's face between her legs, his mouth fastened securely on her pussy as he began to suck on her. She moaned his name but again no sound came out, so she flexed her knees, opening herself more to the brunette man. Taking the hint Xander ducked his head back down between the older woman's legs, his tongue flicking across her wet pussy as her legs came together trapping his head between them. There in her kitchen Xander Harris, her daughter's friend ate her to a screaming orgasm, and she wouldn't have it any other way. He went about it almost patently, alternating lapping and sucking on the woman's clit, kissing the insides of her thighs, and caressing the opening of her opening with his fingers. To the casual observer Joyce Summers looked like she would faint with pleasure at any moment as her lover's mouth pleased her in the most wonderful way causing her to shake and shudder as she came. She had a silly grin on her as she felt deliciously shaken, sated, and feminine.
She opened her legs to look down at Xander's face between them loving the way he unconsciously licking his lips of her taste. Gripping him by his hair she pulled him, so his face was close to hers and bending forward to close the distance, she kissed him on the mouth, licking up the traces of her juices that were still on his lips seemingly getting more turned on by the taste. Arching a leg over Xander and then hopping off the kitchen table Joyce eased up his shirt she was wearing inch for inch. Tossing it away and giving him a chance to admire her stiff nipples and slender form. Naked again and with the devil in her eye, she took Xander by the hand moving with cat like grace down the hall and up the stairs. Silently chuckling at feeling her lover's hands caress her ass she lead him into her bedroom.
His shorts where removed as he laid her gently on the bed and seemingly realised that he must have followed her up the stairs. His mind was working on basic functions only. Breath, Joyce, and breath.
Nothing else mattered.
Joyce wrapped her thighs around Xander's waist, and he pushed himself into her gently. She used her legs to set a slow, torturous rhythm. Xander put his hands on either side of Joyce's head and descended on her lips. The feel of her nails dragging over his back left his mind in a primal state. The brush of her stiffened nipples over his chest made it hard for him to breathe. "God! You feel so good!" Xander cried out against her. He said it out loud and she heard it.
"Oh!" She gasped before they met each other's eyes and stopped moving. "I guess we have our voices back," she muttered stating the obvious.
"Yeah, guess Buffy broke the spell or box or whatever it was," Xander agreed moaning a little at the feel of being inside her. "Go team!" he offered his voice a little tired. She caressed his head moving from hair away from his eyes.
"I didn't realise it had been so long," Joyce remarked sparing a glance at a window which indeed confirmed it was night. "Guess we have been rather… occupied," she said with a sigh as Xander leaned down and kissed a sensitive part of her neck. Today they had gained an insight into each other's pleasure points as there was not an inch of their bodies either of them had not kissed, licked, nibbled, stroked today. She could feel his cock still stirring inside her. He was too handsome for words, sometimes. The older woman moaned rubbing her legs against his and softly caressing the back of his head. "I haven't felt this good in years!" she confessed closing her eyes and basking in the sensations of pleasure she was feeling.
"So tight," he growled into her ear then pulled back slightly. "You have been incredible," he told her.
"You too," she giggled recalling his tongue in the kitchen.
"Admit it," he gasped as he leaned over her, supporting his upper body with his hands palm down on the floor, and moving his hips smoothly as he thrust hard into her. "You like me because I make you feel sexy."
She raised her head and met his eyes in surprise. "Oh, no, Xander."
He frowned looking confused. "I don't make you feel sexy?"
She laughed joyously in response to his worried tone. "I didn't mean that, silly. I meant that I always felt sexy." Her lips moved back to his throat, and she clenched her thighs tighter around him a throaty grumble from Xander when she squeezed signalled his approval of her seduction and he began to thrust again. "I like you because you're the only person who's ever really made me feel like that's okay." She told him lying back and glorying in the feel of his body moving over hers.
"'Okay' isn't the word for what you are, Joyce!" The young man babbled. "Brilliant, outstanding, unbelievable, magnificent…" She interrupted him with a finger across his lips informing him not to speak anymore. He kissed her more tenderly and softly than he that day and Joyce soaked up his movements and caresses enjoying the slower pace as their bodies worked together to create a steady rhythm. She reached down and pulled his hips a little higher on her body, until his pelvic bone hit her perfect spot with each of his thrusts. His muscles played under her fingertips, and she memorised them.
Xander bit his lip as he increased his pace groaning at how hot her facial expressions were as she wailed from the delicious feel of him sliding deeper, straining against the feel of him, her thighs slapping against his. Between the feel of her, all the sex that they had shared before and the sound of Joyce moaning his name Xander knew he wasn't going to last long and was determined to make her cum too. As his thrusts became harder and wilder her voice rose higher and higher, quickly becoming a loud sustained scream as her orgasm took her. Scrunching his face up in pain and pleasure the brunette gasped as he came inside her as she spasmed around his cock, finally slumping down on top of her.
They made quite the pair if highly unlikely. Joyce Summers lying there with her eyes glazed over in pleasure with Xander Harris lying on top of her in a pose one might mistake for someone who recently died. Well, at least he died happy. Both panting for their every breath, sweaty and trembling. Gently withdrawing from her, Xander forced his body to move off hers and lie on side next to hers. "You're more exciting than a loud, big-budget summer blockbuster action movie," he stated.
"Your words charm me to no end," Joyce replied bemused at seeing her young lover clearly with his mind blown. She stared at his heaving body, admiring his form as she stroked his chest. "Now that we can talk, I feel I should mention how happy I am that you came over."
"Believe me I am patting myself on the back as we speak!" Xander quipped causing her to smile. He then got a little serious on reflection of the current state of events. "This is pretty insane what we are doing isn't it?"
"Very," she confirmed in frustration with herself. She once again gave into a basic need and had indulged in some sex with her daughter's friend. Lots of sex in fact. "We really shouldn't done any of this."
"Blame the hellmouth!" He said causing her to frown at him. "Hey if it wasn't for losing our voices I would have stayed away! But we all lost our voices and I… just had to see if you were okay." He confessed a little ashamed of the fact.
"Sweet," she said giving him a soft kiss before lying back on her pillow as tiredness kick into her system.
He saw that she was more than tired, and he was pretty much at the same state. "I should head off," he said rising to get up until he felt her hand on his arm.
"Stay," Joyce told him. "We both know it's not safe out wandering the streets at this hour."
"But if what Buffy comes round to check you on?" Xander asked clearly fearful of what the slayer might do to him.
She rolled her eyes. "I will get a phone call in the morning to check up on me if I'm lucky," Joyce remarked knowing her daughter was a little wrapped up in college than to worry about her. "Besides," she said as her voice dropped to a husky, sexy whisper. "Who knows what mood I will be in, in the morning."
Xander grinned at that and pushed her covers down clearly eager to stick around and find out. She snuggled up next to him giving a short kiss. "One question," she asked tiredly but playfully. "Was that your best sex ever?"
"Best sex ever, Joyce. No doubts about it," he confirmed quickly causing her to grin.
"Go team!" she laughed through another kiss as she started to drift to sleep simply basking in the afterglow.