Bernie gives Gary's mom Veevee a birthday massage

"That's lovely, hon," Veevee said. She breathed deeply as Bernie Bernstein massaged her forehead and temples. "You want me to turn over now?"

"Yes, all done on your front," Bernie said.

"You have great hands," Veevee said. "This was a wonderful idea for a birthday present."

Bernie arranged the towel around the face ring so that Veevee could comfortably lie facing down. "Gary said you like to get massages," she said. "I like to give them. I learned from my mom."

"Well, then," Veevee said. "If you learned from Joyce, I guess you don't have to be shy touching me anywhere."

Bernie laughed. "Well, what Mom does at a Pleasure Circle isn't exactly like giving a massage." She smoothed more warmed oil onto her hands and started on Veevee's back.

Gary's mother had strong, broad shoulders for a woman. Her back muscles held a little tension from counterbalancing her large breasts -- of course, Bernie and Joyce knew exactly what that meant. Her skin was tanned a pale gold, without tan lines, since Veevee enjoyed nude beaches and resorts, and kept a little glow in the off-season by topping up in a tanning salon. Her blonde hair was pinned up for the massage. The contours of her back were soft curves, a little bit in at the waist, a good bit out at the hips, and a pair of prominent buttocks, soft over a core of muscle from walks and stair-stepping. "I do have a fine pair of rear bumpers," Veevee had remarked. "Hank always tells me so."

Bernie sometimes wondered if Gary had picked her out for the same reason. Guys sometimes went for women who reminded them of their moms. Same eyes or hair -- well, not here, Bernie's were dark to Veevee's light -- or similar, um, figures. She smiled at the thought. It was a little uncomfortable, because she used to be made fun of as a "fat-assed dyke", and she mostly dressed to minimize her shape. But Gary loved her for it, and she was getting used to the idea of feeling beautiful for more than her eyes and smile.

Bernie massaged her way down Veevee's back, kneading and stroking.

"I love how strong you are, Bernie," Veevee said. "You can put more weight into me there. My regular therapist is great, but she's a little bitty thing, and sometimes...aah! That's good, lean into me, hon!" Veevee's back popped. She sighed in satisfaction. "There we go."

Bernie worked her way down to Veevee's hips, held her hands there for a moment, then oiled up again and started on Veevee's feet.

"Oh, don't skip my butt, hon," Veevee pleaded.

"On my way back," Bernie said. "I wouldn't miss them. You do have a fine pair."

"Is that what you used to look for in your girlfriends?" Veevee asked.

Bernie laughed. "Sometimes," she said. "I guess, more like what I appreciate."

Bernie kneaded and stroked her way back up Veevee's legs. Veevee's legs were smooth -- shaved or waxed -- where Bernie was just as used to hair. Joyce went natural, as did Bernie herself. Habiba had waxed, on and off. Raquel was the same -- sometimes she did, sometimes she didn't. Alison didn't shave, but her blonde fuzz was almost like it wasn't there.

While Veevee's legs were smooth, she did keep her bush. The tails curled out from where her buttocks met her thighs.

Bernie oiled up again, rubbing her hands together. "All right, here goes." She lay her hands on Veevee's buttocks, cupping them with her warm, oiled palms before she started to knead and stroke.

Veevee breathed deeply as Bernie worked her way around one buttock and then the other, kneading deeply, feeling for the different muscles under the soft layer of fat. Bernie mused about the different older women she knew from massaging them, or from Pleasure Circles. Veevee had bigger "rear bumpers" than Sherah's mom Betty, but smaller than Willow Wilde's mom Amanda. And certainly smaller than Bernie's own mom Joyce.

"Mmmhhh," Veevee sighed. "That is some fine appreciation you're giving me, Bernie," she said. "I'm so glad you can share it with me."

Bernie's nose caught a tickling hint of female arousal. The massage wasn't just sensual for Veevee, it was sexual too. Bernie felt her own juices. Massaging her way up Veevee's legs had gotten Bernie started, and now working directly on her buttocks, both together, then one at a time, had reminded Bernie just how she used to enjoy "appreciating" Habiba.

"Ahhh," Veevee said. "You can do that as long as you like."

"Does your regular therapist work on you like this?" Bernie asked, kneading and stroking. She could hear the squish of wetness as she worked on one buttock at a time, separating and working it deeply before moving back to the other. "Or does she have another way of finishing off?"

"Oh, hon," Veevee said.

"Is something wrong?" Bernie asked. She paused but kept close contact, both hands on Veevee's right buttock.

"No, you've been wonderful," Veevee said. "But my regular therapist usually gives me a 'happy ending.' I couldn't ask you to do that."

"Veevee," Bernie said. "I would love to give you a 'happy ending'. I...I mean, I do it for my mom all the time. Please may I give you an orgasm? I want to. It would mean so much to me."

"Oh hon," Veevee said. "All right. Yes. Do me good."

Bernie arranged a firm pillow under Veevee's belly to elevate her buttocks and let her spread her knees. She started massaging again, kneading both buttocks and pressing them apart, then together. The scent of Veevee's arousal was strong in Bernie's nostrils.

"But I hope you're not shy, hon, because I get off best with a finger on my butthole," Veevee said.

Bernie laughed. "Not shy at all there," she said. "You've been to one of my mom's Pleasure Circles, she's all 'The anus is an important erogenous zone for many if not most women'." She kept up the massage, pressing her thumbs in next to Veevee's labia, feeling for sensitive spots.

"Those very words, almost," Veevee said, with a laugh. "Guess you can't be shy then."

"Nope," Bernie said. "My last girlfriend even liked me to kiss her there." She cupped one hand over Veevee's plump outer labia, keeping up a warm pressure, and opened a bottle of slippery lube with her other hand. Oil wasn't the best choice for the inner folds.

"Did you like it, hon?" Veevee asked. "Or was it just for her? I mean, pardon me if that's asking too much."

"No, I really liked it too," Bernie said. "I kinda miss it. That party we were at, right before we finished?"

Veevee laughed. "That was quite the wild scene," she said. "Not every day a mama gets to watch her boy as the back end motor of a Lucky Pierre. Or a Lucky Pete. Gary and Peter were darling together."

Bernie toweled off her hands and blotted the excess oil from Veevee's buttocks. She squirted lube onto her fingertips and parted Veevee's buttocks, revealing her vulva and anus. Veevee's inner lips were swollen pink with arousal and her large clitoris was stiffly erect.

"I mean what I was doing with Sally right when you came back with the water," Bernie said. "I was licking her ass. And I remembered how much I missed that."

"Sally's just as good at giving," Veevee said. "I know that for a fact." She wiggled her buttocks. "She has a wicked tongue and she loves kissing up on Miss Rosy here."

Veevee's big pink starburst of an anus was round like a rose, colored like a rose, and a beautiful flower to Bernie's eyes.

"Do you like it, or is it more to make Sally happy?" Bernie asked.

"Hon, are you asking what I think you're asking?" Veevee said. "Do you want to lick my butthole like you did for Sally?"

Bernie swallowed. "Y-yes," she said.

"Then I declare this a party," Veevee said. "Love up on Miss Rosy. She loves to get sweet-talked by girl callers."

Bernie bent forward. Kissed. Licked. The taste of Veevee's anus reminded her of Gary's. She felt a flush of warmth and a thread of wetness on her inner thigh.

"Oh hon, yes," Veevee said. "Oh Bernie girl. Miss Rosy loves the way you talk. Oh yes, hon, diddle my pearl, go inside. Yes, hon, lick like that, like that!"

Bernie sighed with pleasure as she licked Veevee's anus. Veevee's clitoris and labia squished between Bernie's fingers as she stroked them. Veevee's vagina squeezed back at Bernie's penetrating fingers.

"Oh, hon, so good!" Veevee said. "Yes, yes, yes."

In less than two minutes under Bernie's tongue and fingers, Veevee went off like a firecracker. She ground her butt into Bernie's face, her hips rolling up and down. Her hands clenched the table and she cried out, loud and deep as she came.

"More, more, more!" Veevee called out. "Fingers inside, deeper!"

Veevee's orgasm -- orgasms -- kept rolling on and on.

Twenty minutes later, Bernie had collapsed into a chair beside the massage table, wrung out with Veevee's long chain of continuous, powerful orgasms. Her face glistened with spit and pussy juice, and her tongue tasted the bitterness of Veevee's ass and the salt-sweet of her pussy.

Veevee lay on the massage table, purring with pleasure. Now and then she'd whisper a thanks, a wonder, a little joke.

"You ask," Veevee said, trying to speak loudly and clearly. "You ask Gary. If we can do this. I want to do it again. Before my next birthday. Before the next party. Okay?"

"Yes," Bernie said. "Yes, I will. I want to, too." She still felt warm and wet right there, inside. If she went home, her Mom would notice and make her take care of it. Maybe even hand her a vibrator.