Bernie goes in the shower

"Darling if you need to go, go," Joyce told Bernie. "I'm sure your man urinates in the shower."

"Mo-om!" Bernie said. Her face was pink with embarrassment.

"It's okay," Gary said quickly.

"But," Bernie said.

"It's okay, go," Gary said. "Please?"

Joyce's stream kept tinkling into the bowl, a distinct note from the gentle rain of the shower.

Bernie bit her lip. "Awww, mom!" she said. "Eee, sssss..." She closed her eyes and let her stream loose.

Joyce smiled as she saw the yellow stream running down her daughter's leg. "That's my girl, Naomi," she said. "Why do you make it so hard on yourself?"

Bernie kept her eyes shut. Her blush spread to her chest and shoulders. "Because it's embarrassing."

"Nothing your body needs is embarrassing," Joyce insisted.

Gary caught the scent of Bernie's urine and remembered how his hot mess of an ex, Sharon, used to show off for him when she urinated outdoors. Gary's erection hardened at the guilty memory. When he looked back to Bernie, he saw that not only was she blushing, but her nipples were stiffly erect. He felt protective of Bernie but didn't want to face off with her mother.

Joyce finished urinating. She took a flushable moist wipe from the shelf behind the toilet and cleansed herself. She stood and stepped up to the shower.

"Now don't you feel better, darling?" Joyce said.

Bernie opened her eyes and swallowed. "Yes," she said.

Joyce tilted her head toward her daughter, and Bernie responded. They kissed on the lips.

Gary watched Joyce and Bernie kiss. Sweetly. Softly. Intimately. He sighed aloud.

Joyce laughed. "Did you want one too?" she said.

Gary let Joyce pull him down for a kiss.

Joyce told Gary, "That's for being good to my daughter, and today, for being true to her." She released Gary and gave Bernie another kiss. "My girl!" she said. "Dear me, your nipples are hard. Did you want me to go? Or shall I stay?"