The Evolution Of Joy And Other Erotica

An eBook By Kerrie O'Keefe.

The boys were late.

Joy checked the mantel clock and looked out the front window for headlights on the county road. Her mother spoke without looking up from the television. "You still think it looks good, running around with them boys like that?"

"I wish it was your business."

"I'm just saying."

Joy stuck out her tongue and paced back to the bedroom for a last-minute primp. Her flannel shirt hung open on either side of her tight scoop-neck top, displaying her breasts nicely. Danny called them her pillows. "Give me a suck of them pillows," or "I could take a nap on them pillows." Danny was younger than the other two and sort of insecure, so she couldn't help mothering him a little, as long as it didn't interfere with getting laid.

She shook her hair loose, wondering what made her think a ponytail was a good idea in the first place. She made her mouth an O shape in the mirror: This is what it looks like with a cock in it, she thought. She flicked her tongue along the bottom of the imagined shaft but decided to stop before she got too wet too soon.

Last Saturday had been incredible. The more she gave them, the more they wanted, until finally at three in the morning Red said he had to get home or get beat. She even lost track of the number of times they got her off that night - a first. She hoped they'd be up for it again, hoped they'd stay hard and give her even more tonight.

She wanted to go one night without hearing the word "anal," too. She hated disappointing them week after week, but she just wasn't going to do it.

Three sharp knocks on the front door. "They're here," called her mother.

"No shit," said Joy under her breath. She fluffed her hair once more and hurried to the living room. Red and Jack had already come in and were milling around in the doorway.

Joy's mother didn't look up from the television. "What are you doing tonight, Joy?"

"Just riding around like always."

"What time you be back?"

"Late. Don't wait up."

"Don't stay out all night. It doesn't look good."

"I really care, Mom."

"Bye, Mrs Hackel," said Red as if he and Jack were actual gentleman callers. When they were on the front porch Joy linked her arms through theirs and headed for Jack's pickup. "What are you doing tonight, Joy?" said Red.

"Fucking my boys."

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