Being the only shopping mall in the town of Sunnydale it was naturally busy when Xander Harris and Joyce Summers where wandering around exploring the shops. Shifting around awkwardly past people Joyce couldn't help but very much the age difference between herself and Xander who was currently walking on her left. Behind closed doors she didn't care less about it as there was no one there to notice and they had a great time together. Xander was attentive and often in awe of her body that she knew she was a very attractive woman in his eyes but out in public she was feeling every bit her age. "You don't have to worry?" Xander assured her almost reading her mind.

"Who says I'm worried?" she hissed back to him in deference.

"Look we are just shopping for a tv," he pointed out. "There is nothing wrong in that. We agreed that if someone was to spot us, we would just pretend we bumped into each other while out shopping. Hardy the crime of the century. You did say you wanted to come along…" he trailed off.

"Only to keep you from buying the biggest, most ridiculously sized television in the universe!" She fired back at him. "I have told you many times you don't need the largest size television! You have a small flat so it would look overbearing and not classy!"

"Sounds like me!" he joked causing her to roll her eyes at him. But she didn't say anything simply walked alongside him. In truth he wasn't looking to hold her hand and seek out kisses from her well aware of her slayer daughter and what she might do him with her pointy stick. It was just nice to spend time with her outside… of their usual activities. Not that he was not a fan of those, oh lord no! He was a fan! Having sex in many different ways at many different times over and over again was not something he would complain about. It would turn out that Joyce Summers had something of a healthy appetite for sex matching his male hormone driven one. Plus, she had a body that rivalled anything he might find in a magazine, one that reminded him of Jamie Lee Curtis in 'True Lies'… hmm maybe he would convince her to do a dance for him like she did in the film. Shaking his head, he remembered his main purpose here was to buy the tv of his dreams. He should focus on making sure that she wouldn't convince him to buy something small and practical. A man's size of television said a lot about the way he lived and Xander vowed that he would stand his ground on this one!

They entered the digital store filled with computers, laptops, cameras, and televisions Xander's eyes lighting up with ideas and dreams coming to life causing Joyce to groan a little. Boys and their toys. Hank was the same whenever he would see some shiny car. Last time she had seen him which had been over a year ago he was driving some giant hummer. Only in America. Only this country's automobile industry would make it possible for a man to buy his very own tank. His own bright, shiny, yellow tank. It looks like some enormous alien child dropped his Tonka truck in a driveway. Letting him roam the store freely she wandered around admiring a few items that she would never be able to afford she watched as Xander stood in awe in front of a wide screen tv… well at least it was not the biggest item in the store. He had some class about him she supposed.

Xander himself was currently in love. A television as wide as his dreams, as colourful as a rainbow and pure as an angel. It was also in his price range… well slightly over but a small screen entertainment unit such as a television was an investment. He would be bringing this beauty home with him for sure! He enquired a few details about the tv standing before him with the sales assistant who had approached him, a pretty girl too. She answered all his questions politely, laughed a few of his jokes, placing her hand in his arm and introduced herself by name.

"Nice people working here," he commented when he rejoined Joyce as the sales assistant went off to the check out to gather some paperwork for his purchase. "Very friendly," he added before noticing there was a stiffness to Joyce's face.

"Friendly, yeah that's one word for her," Joyce remarked shaking her head. Off his look she took a breath. "She was flirting with you."

"Really?" he questioned before looking back at the girl. She caught his eye and smiled. He turned back to look at Joyce whose hard expression was now replaced with one of puzzlement.

"See she is doing it right now; don't you notice that?" Joyce told him causing him to glanced back at the girl who blushed a little and tucked some hair behind her eye then back at Joyce. "Do you not understand or get it when a girl is flirting with you?"

"I get it!" he said very defensive causing a few people to look at him, so he lowered his voice. "Sometimes," he admitted. "Okay maybe I'm not great at reading some signs… but sometimes they are subtle… too subtle and it is not easy for a guy to know if someone is flirting with them or simply being nice. Not every guy gets access to instruction manual of how to understand women you know! Some of us still think such a thing is a myth!"

"Okay, okay," she replied in defeat. "I understand some of you men are hard work."

"Great I'm hard work," he muttered glumly.

"Only a little hard work," Joyce corrected him. "But that can be okay even good."

"Oh really?" he asked bemused.

"Yes, some girls like it hard," she replied.

"Oh, they do, do they?" he couldn't help but smirk and her eyes went wide as the penny dropped.

"No, I didn't mean," she exclaimed as he sniggered at her.

"Oh, come on you didn't expect me to not go for an opening like that!" he joked, and she swatted for his arm.

"Oh, just go pay for your shiny new tv before I put your head in one!" she told him shaking her head and he did as he was told allowing Joyce another long look at the girl. She was young and pretty. A little too much make up and a little too much obvious most girls are at that age. That is the type of girl who really, he should be who he spends his time with, who he jokes with, who he cooks for, has sex with and so much. But he was doing all that with Joyce. Guilt and self-loathing kicked in when Joyce not the first time considered how she and Xander had ended up in such a relationship and why she hadn't ended it. She could have stopped it way before now, should have done so and simply stayed away. Stayed in her little bubble of work, home, and a few hobbies. Stayed in her lane and not driven in his lane. He was young and carefree only beginning to grow up and learn about how grown ups live. She had plenty of experience about that. She knew the truth about living as a grown up, it's bitter truth.

Hence why she threw herself in an affair with Xander. It was fun, exciting, new and all hers. It allowed her to explore different parts of her personality and engage in some she had long buried. Her lustful desires, her sexuality and womanly needs had all been catered for and then some as Xander and herself engaged in marathon sex sessions. Fucking him made her feel so good as with her input he had become quite the skilled lover. He in turn had allowed herself to experience different sides to herself. Who knew that she would love spanking for example? That was just something between herself and Xander. Whoever was going to get their hands on him after her would be very impressed by all his bedroom skills she considered with a slight disappointment. And that was a fact that would be sometime soon as she and Xander were not a long-term deal or even an idea that she could even consider.

So, what was she meant to do? Break it off and good back to being poor old sad Joyce? A woman who barely got a call from her daughter, received for less than that from her ex-husband and had to get by pretending to be okay that the world didn't want her to be a sexual full-blooded woman? Was being alone and ignored by her daughter part of some curse that Hank had put on her during the divorce? She wouldn't put it past him after all he kept the house. Maybe her future involved writing an advice book for mothers of superheroes. 'How to deal with stress while your child is out killing huge, scary monsters.' Long, hot showers helped, she mused to herself as did yoga breathing, and mind-blowing sex. Xander returned to her side all giddy about getting the television, excited about it arriving later today and she couldn't help but compare him a little to her previous husband Hank which was unfair. Hank would be forever linked to late child support checks, nasty letters from lawyers, and Buffy's disappointed frowns. Xander deserved to be associated to far better things such as handcuffs, swimming, her secret underwear box even the most mundane or unlikely objects such as her feather duster or even the spatula she used when making his favourite eggs.

"Happy are we then?" She enquired at his obvious enthusiasm as they walked along the mall.

"Naturally," he beamed at her. "Look I will tell you what you can decided what we watch tonight. I will even let you pick some rom-com or chick flick!"

"Xander!" she hissed at him looking around at the various people. "Not so loud!"

Xander looked around and frowned. "Nobody is paying attention see watch!" He turned away from her at turned to an elderly couple passing them. "Hi, I'm Xander!" he turned to another person passing them. "Xander Harris!" Then did the same thing to another. "Seriously Xander Harris did you know I failed chemistry at school?" before turning back to her. "See nobody cares!"

"Okay point proven… you are an annoying sane person," she glared at him. "Now can we move it along?" He started again as she began walking again. "Besides I never actually agreed to come over tonight," she whispered to him.

"Well, I just thought… since we are spending time together during the day that you might want to come over," Xander began before frowning. "Is this about that girl? Because not interested."

"Maybe you should be," Joyce said and then regretted it. Here and now was so not the time for all this.

"What is that suppose to mean?" he accused her, and she held up her hand.

"Look we can't do this here and I actually have a late delivery of a shipment tonight," she explained to him, and he opened his mouth to protest. "It's the truth Xander I will be going over paperwork and moving boxes most the night so just enjoy your new shiny tv okay?" She said that quickly before walking away eyes pleading with him in one last look not to cause a scene.

He stood there bummed and frustrated. He hadn't grabbed her and pull her embrace, hadn't made a stupid joke, or said anything hurtful and yet she still had ran off. Sighing life was never easy on the hellmouth especially his. It only served to amplify his own annoyance, so he decided to follow her back to her car. Opening the door, he got into the car to see spin round to face him. "What the hell do you think you are doing?" she exclaimed at him.

"Getting some answers," he growled back at her. "Look you can't just walk away from me anytime you want! The silent treatment is kind of immature," he told her.

Immature would be dropping his brand-new television from a great height which is something she considering. "There is nothing to say so would you just leave," she said looking around the car park but fortunately they seemed to be alone.

"I'm just trying to understand what is going on," he told her. "One minute we were walking around just talking and the next minute you ran off like I was some disease. If you really didn't want to come out today, you didn't have to. I just figured it would be okay and harmless I'm sorry I didn't plan every single detail for you. I didn't realise I needed to plan a power point presentation to spend some time with you! Didn't read your mind on that one that!"

"Speaking of mind, you didn't seem to mind one bit when that little girl in the shop flirted with you!" Joyce fired at him causing him to hold up his hands.

"I didn't know she was flirting with me!" he exclaimed.

"Yeah, I bet a real tragedy for you!" she stated with no small amount of contempt. Xander finally understood this one, the beloved green-eyed monster. The one baddie not even Buffy couldn't slay.

"I'm not interested in her! I didn't even notice her!" Xander defended himself before finally asking her. "Why are you so mad at me?"

She's angry, true enough, but couldn't he see she was a little hurt too? Is he really so clueless? "There are reasons why we have to be careful, reasons why we can't do any of this! Don't you understand that?! Are you so stupid?"

He has been made to feel that way for years from just about everyone he ever encountered and for long time he believed it. Only recently while holding down a job and getting an apartment did he actually begin to think it was all untrue. To have her throw those words at him was beyond hurtful and downright insulting. "I know we can't tell the others," he said in even tone trying to keep his anger under control. "I know that this isn't going to work in the long run, but I never expected it to end like this!"

"Well welcome to the real world! Life is full of disappointments and broken expectations," she retorted with bitter knowingness. "Tell the truth, Xander. You don't want people to know about us now, do you?"

Wherever did this come from? In a million years he never would have suspected she would say those words to him. "Whatever gave you that idea?"

A rush of complex emotions swept up over her in a wave as diverse as they were practical, or at least in her own mind. She spoke before she thought. "Well, maybe since you're living your old high school fantasy of fucking a Summers woman, you got what you wanted and now you're tired of me."

She should have hit him with her fist. It would have hurt less. And he wouldn't remember it near as well as he'll remember what she just said to him. Her words were beyond insulting. They degraded his character. "Where the hell do you get off?!" he said in a startled tone.

She glared at him feeling defensive and with her guard up. "Just get out!" She told him and he did just that knowing it was better to do so than say anything he might regret. She drove off leaving him behind.

XXXXXXXXXXX

"Fuck!" Joyce swore under her breath offering the world a rare swearword from her mouth. It was just too hot to keep up the guise of a professional working woman now that the gallery was closed, and the customers gone for the day. here was something Joyce found truly satisfying about smashing open the lid of a packing case. Levering around the edge with a crowbar was fine, pulling out all the nails carefully could be therapeutic. But nothing beat smashing the thing to bits for getting rid of tension. Except perhaps…well that was off the cards tonight.

Looking around at the various boxes in her office she sighed as it was going to be a long night. Using her office as a storeroom was another inconvenience. But even in downtown Sunnydale, square footage cost money, and Joyce made a living as much from keeping costs down as she did by selling art. If this new shipment didn't move quickly, she'd have to turn her daughter's room at home into a storage area again, even if Buffy was annoyed to find herself displaced by a dozen boxes of knickknacks meant to appeal to pseudo-sophisticated college students. There was no space left in the spare bedroom. So here she was stuck in her small office opening various boxes and trying to keep of where they came from and what collection they were part of.

"Woah!" A voice came from behind her. "What has that box ever done to you?" He'd come in very quietly. She hadn't even noticed the Gallery door open.

"Wouldn't open when I asked... it... nicely." She replied giving the lid three more bashes.

"Is that helping?" Xander asked her.

"I don't care. It makes me... feel... better," Joyce grunted.

Behind her, Xander grinned and took the hammer out of her hand. "Let me try, before you damage whatever's inside." He put the hammer down, picked up the crowbar and started levering the lid off round the edge. "What is inside, by the way?"

"An African fertility idol," she told him. Clearly, he wanted to keep this light, so she wasn't about to ask him what he was doing here just yet anyway.

"What?" Xander asked her confused.

"It was kept in a special place in a Nigerian village and the women used to leave it little presents," she explained to him. "In return it would make sure that there were lots of children."

"Did it work?" He grimaced as he had almost got the lid free.

She stared at him, astonished. "Xander! Don't you think you're taking this Hellmouth thing a little far."

"Tell that to 90% of things I have seen in this town and read in the library... Here we go," Xander said as he opened the box and then raised his eyebrows as he got a look of what was inside the box. "God! He's a big, ugly bastard, isn't he? Big being the key word here."

Joyce giggled; the statue's erection was almost longer than its height. "Not one for the window display I think," before finally deciding to address the elephant in the room. "I didn't expect to see you again so soon after what I said," she said softly.

"Didn't expect to come over," he confessed. "Just had my television delivered, unpacked and ready to go but… somehow watching mindless shows or brainless action films in highest picture quality didn't have the same appeal as it should. I just wanted to finish what we started earlier."

"What I started," she admitted with a sigh. "And I am sorry for the way I acted and what I said. You didn't deserve that, and it was uncalled for."

He knew that admission wasn't easy for her. But she still had a ways to go to fix this. "Joyce I am in no way an expect when it comes to life let alone this," he said gesturing between them. "But what I do know is that it takes two people to start… whatever this is. I didn't walk into this blind, I am well aware of the wrongness of it and the chaos of it all, but I am also very aware that it takes two people to finish it not just you."

"Xander," she began with a sigh. "You and I shouldn't have happened and shouldn't continue. You should be with that sales assistant or with someone else your own age."

"But I don't want that girl or any other," Xander countered. "You don't have to see yourself as a Mrs Robinson type. You didn't seduce me or any of that I went into this with my eyes open or as open as they ever are," he joked causing her to smile slightly.

"We aren't going to last," Joyce told him. "We aren't going to last in the long term I mean."

"I know," Xander agreed with her. "But what is the long term in this place? If there is one thing, I have learnt is that long term is not something that is really a feature in this parts. So why not enjoy what the short term has to offer?"

Joyce had to admit the young man had a point and it was difficult for her to argue with such sound logic. Joyce knew in her heart of hearts that this was simply delaying the inevitable but then the inevitable was simply more fun. She smiled ruefully as she made a show of considering his words. "So, what are you saying we should just carry on?"

"Only if you want to," he told her. "I think you know where my head is at… and it really doesn't help me make my decision when you are dressed like that!" He pointed out to her with his eyes running down her body.

"I'm just wearing my work clothes," she declared with a smile and hint of disbelief. She was just in grey wool sleeveless sweater and a short skirt. It was hardly the hottest, sexiest combo she had ever worn in his presence.

Xander's clear hunger couldn't help but move her closer. "You just look stunning in it," he told her slightly breathless.

Joyce shook her head while allowing him to run his hands up her sides. "Honestly how? How do you make it past one day being this horny all the time?" She asked unable to keep herself from smiling and leaning into his touch. Her own hands wrapped around his neck.

"It is a constant battle," he joked as his lips were inches from hers. Joyce decided he was too far away and pulled his head down to hers. He uttered no complaints, his mouth opening to hers willingly. They kissed each other deeply and slowly with all the time the world. It felt mystical the way her mouth sucked, and her sweet tongue worked his. Where had she ever learned to do that? He never wanted to know and didn't care because she was now moaning into his face, through her nose, as she sucked harder on his mouth and eagerly worked her body against him, feeling the hardness of his erection through his jeans as he rubbed against her.

She all but growled as she kissed him. She wanted him now. Here and now. Sucking his lips, running her hands over him as she pulled him with her to her desk. She perched herself on the edge of her desk grinning like a naughty schoolgirl and pulled him towards her. It was a high desk and when she wrapped her legs around him, the hard bulge in his pants rubbed against her clit. He bent down and kissed her gently, stroking her hair and back. "Mmmm." She said, softly. "I've been longing for this all evening." She started to unbutton his shirt, stroking at the smooth skin underneath, tracing the curves with the tips of her fingers, squeezing his nipples gently and feeling them harden. Pushing his shirt away she was keen for him to be wearing far less. She groaned as he kissed her neck, and her hands caressed his back. He kissed her again, their tongues pressing softly against each other.

She broke off the kiss as she felt his hand on her leg. Slowly almost painfully slow his hand moved her skirt up her legs. His hand rubbed her bare thigh, enjoying the soft feel of her. Joyce never made a move, just looked at him flush and eyes dilated A spicy scent seemed to add flavour to the air, and he grinned to himself as his hand slid slowly up the length of her thigh, fingers brushing against the soft skin. He slid up the length of her smooth legs, higher and higher, rubbing and cupping the firm flesh of her thigh. Her skirt was now up waist, and he cupped her sex in her panties which made her jump ever so slightly. "Xander," she whispered urging him on and he obeyed hooking the elastic off her panties and sliding them down.

Her hands moved to his belt tugging and pulling it off. His jeans were next, and he is shoving them down and off frantically, the need to join with her dominated his every thought. She pulled herself up, guiding his cock into her with her other hand. Then she wrapped her legs around his hips, locking her ankles and drawing him deep into her. "God," he gasped which she stopped kissing him as they began to move together. She moaned as she felt in slide and in and out of her. It was such a pleasurable feeling, one of the best she had ever experienced. Xander couldn't help but groan as their bodies smacked together. His mouth against the skin of her neck tasting her as they screwed on her desk but she became aware of objects and books threatening to fall from shelves next to them. Glancing up at the shelves very aware of the sounds they were making Joyce growled against his ear. "We have to move!" She urged and he let out a curse word grabbing her and moving them away. The pair grabble and struggle against each other desperate not to be separated from each other. They frantically looked around for a more suitable area. "The chair! The chair!" Joyce gasped and the pair fell on it with Xander underneath her.

Grinning at being on top Joyce Summers leaned down cupping his face and gave him one of her now trademark deep kisses full of tongue almost inhaling the air he breathed. She felt his hands work her top pushing it up and she complied shrugging it off. "Desperate for me to be topless?" she muttered against his lips as she undid her bra.

"I'm just way more naked than you and that doesn't seem fair!" Xander pointed as he palmed her nipples and started rubbing his hands over them as she tossed her bra away. She let a bark of laugher about that before she adjusted herself on him and began to ride him hard but slowly. Her top on the floor along with her bra and panties. Her skirt pushed up around her waist, hair probably a mess but Joyce Summers felt so good as she fucked this man enjoying the feel of him deep inside and sounds of their bare slapping together. She was the master at this riding his cock to point when she could control his release as for when she wanted it to occur. Her hips writhed and quivered over his lap, her up and down so decadent his eyes rolled in the back of his head, heart pounding beneath his chest. Even on the Hellmouth one would expect the local art gallery to be quiet at this time, not so today, as the whimpering sighs and groans of intense pleasure filtered around the room. His hand ran over her curvy ass before giving her a hard smack. Mrs Summers let a coo at the sting leaning in closer at the young man. "Do that I again and I stop," she said which was probably the biggest lie she had ever told.

He chucked and gave her another slap on her other cheek causing her to moan. "Don't pretend you don't like it," he said before taking one of her nipples in his mouth sucking and licking it. Joyce hummed wrapping a hand around his head as she leaned back keeping him to her breast. His lips surrounded her nipple, forming around the flesh a seal. He suckled her into his mouth softly, his tongue lashing the tip held within his mouth, massaging her. Her hand lovingly caressed the back of his head while he nursed at her breast while she kept up the grind of skin on skin. Closing her eyes, she stretched powerfully tight around him in a way that sent wave after wave of increasing pleasure up her spine and down her thighs. With every downward stroke she felt his head driving into her deeper, with every upward stroke, his shaft dragged against her sensitive clit. She was enjoying this so much.

They fucked... grinding, hot, panting, gripping, heated, slow, and lazy, hot and fast. The sound of flesh slapping together as hard as they could left them holding onto to one another so tight as they just wouldn't stop... couldn't stop... God, just don't stop. The chair legs creaked loudly on the floor, screeching with the passion of the couple mating on it.

Xander felt a new kind of pressure building inside him, an urgency of sensation and need that surged through his blood, set fire to his skin and made forget everything else in the universe besides this enchanting, sexy, wonderful woman. "Joyce..." he groaned, clamping his jaws together as if that could hold back the oncoming tide. "Honey, I can't... close... need you..." Her breath against his face made his skin even hotter.

"That makes... makes two of us," she panted as her body went off. Seconds later he felt a violent tremor pass through her. Her fingertips gouged into his shoulder blades, intensifying his own excitement. "Oh Xander... yes, fuck! yes..." she cried out, her eyes huge and glittering. Her climax tore through her like a hurricane, bathing Xander in it's wake. Loving every second of this, Xander watched the spasms of pleasure ripple across her beautiful face while she writhed on his lap. Even as he tried to heroically hold back just a few minutes later, something exploded inside him, sending burning hot lightning bolts of release and pure, glorious physical sensation crashing through him again and again as he clutched her to him so tight, lifting her higher with erratic hard thrusts.

He thought he called out her name. He thought he could read her lips crooning, "Yes, yes..." Except he couldn't hear anything above the roar in his head. He was at long last, wrung dry, empty, clutching tonelessly on to her as she did to him. "You're spectacular."

Sprinkling baby kisses all over his face after her intense climax, Joyce felt her breathing return to normal. "So are you, honey," she complimented with a very satisfied smile on her face.

XXXXXX

She agreed to come back to his apartment after they got cleaned up in fact, she pretty much told him she was going to do so. Being a decent host, he disappeared to get some juice from his fridge and when he returned, he nearly dropped the glasses on the floor as he saw her stand there naked with her clothes on his couch was Joyce. Standing right in front of his brand-new television which right now he couldn't care less about. "Just in case you are wondering, I am flirting with you," she told him all cocky at his expression of hunger turning to annoyance. She simply smiled giving him her sexiest walk as she went into his arms kissing him and letting out a moan as he slapped her bare ass hard.

She was in his bedroom soon after she said that statement, being fucked royally by this young man and lovingly by more importantly her lover as she and Xander once again exhausted their passion for each other. They were both more complex than one would imagine at first glance, both smarter than one would expect and both more aware that what they were engaging is wrong and then there is wrong and then there is this. They had crossed a line and left it long ago. But when what they were engaging in was this much fun it was hard to say no and simply stop. Indeed, it was far more pleasurable to keep going Joyce considered while Xander thrusted harder inside her.