The walk down the hallway to the guest bedroom was awkward, while I tried to keep my body pressed against Joyce's backside. Joyce had reached around and now had my cock in her hand. As we reached the doorway of the bedroom I tried to picture what the two of us must have looked like as we made our way into the room. A smile broke out on my face as the thought of an old saying came to mind; "two monkeys fucking a football."
Upon reaching the foot of the bed, Joyce turned and pressed her body into mine. I could feel her hard nipples press into my chest. Having released her hold on my cock, Joyce's hands now rested on my shoulders. As our eyes met I slowly lowered my face toward hers and our lips met. It started as a kiss one might give to a family member. As our lips touched I was unsure of what to do next. My lips felt Joyce's lips part just a little. Almost cautiously I moved my tongue until the tip was touching her lips. I hesitated, waiting to see what Joyce would do.
Up to now I knew in my mind the two of us could maybe rationalize what had happened between us. We were about to entered a whole new situation. A situation I knew that could never be undone. My tongue felt Joyce's lips part slowly and the more she opened her mouth the more of my tongue slipped past her lips. Our tongues met and the two of us pressed our lips tighter together.
Joyce's moan made my cock twitch as it began to harden. Our bodies were tight against the others and when she felt my cock move Joyce took one hand off my shoulders and gently held my cock in it while we continued to kiss. This caused me to moan as a realization came to my mind. I could taste my cum as our tongues were now fighting for territory. Every few seconds I would give ground and allow Joyce's tongue into my mouth.
It may have been minutes since we began kissing or it may have been only seconds. In the heat of lust one loses track of time. As we broke our kiss I was keenly aware my cock had regained its hardness and Joyce was now gently massaging my balls.