Feeling out Trent and Debbie about Joyce owning them

Joyce led Debbie into her home office and conferred with the young woman that her daughter Naomi had chosen as an erotic toy, to replace her lost lover Habiba and fill Naomi's persistent cravings for lesbian anal pleasures. Debbie was also fascinated with Joyce's work with women's sexual pleasure and had been a helpful assistant, participant, and model at Joyce's last Women's Pleasure Circle workshop.

As a sexual partner to Joyce herself, Debbie was rapidly improving from being a tense, needy pleasure sponge to a sensitive, deft-fingered pleasure giver.

"Debbie, you are a young woman of great promise," Joyce said. "I hope that you will consider staying connected with my women's sexuality community, however your relationship as my daughter's sexual partner goes, whether she wants me to take charge of you and Trent in place of Stuart, and whatever you and Trent decide."

Debbie stepped close, her lip curling. Joyce enveloped her in a naked embrace.

"I hope I can be with you," Debbie said."You have been so good to me. You're the best at just rubbing my back, you know? All my stress just melts away. Oh gosh, I didn't know how many different ways I could come, that aren't even in your book, or I wouldn't have tried. Bernie loves using me as her sex toy, her butt girl, but you have been even better. I mean I love dick so much, and Stuart is a sex god, a wizard of dick, but with you I wouldn't even miss it. And you're teaching me new stuff all the time."

"I would like that, Debbie. Now let's get the living room set up so we can masturbate together with Gary and Bernie."

Joyce patted Debbie's back and let her go.

Debbie giggled. "I'm still not used to hearing Hey, let's all watch each other whack off together, you know, as a regular thing? But I love it. I love being naked all day and that you like being looked at, however, whenever. It's... nice, really nice."

When Gary and Bernie got back to Joyce's living room, there were five places set up, low, padded seats with backrests, covered with layers of soft, faded towels, washed clean many times with hot water and bleach after being soiled with the fluids of stimulation and release.

Gary was surprised to see that Trent was back. Trent and Debbie sat on either side of Joyce. Joyce was oiling Trent's soft penis and describing her technique for Debbie's benefit. Trent was looking a little out of it, like he had been ridden hard and put away wet, as Gary's mom might say.

"Now see my fingers here and here," Joyce said. She pressed firmly.

"Whoa yeah, you were right," Trent said. His penis swelled to full erection in Joyce's hands.

"Ooh, she got you, cutie," Debbie said.

Trent chuckled. "Yeah, Debs, I thought I was shot for the day after Gary nailed me this morning, and then Stu hammered a couple more out of me. But you did it again, Miz B."

Joyce smiled. "Your young man is very responsive to this technique."

Gary leaned back and soaked it all in. Joyce had taken charge, leading them all in exercises of breath and self-touch and concentrating attention to the sensations all through their bodies. Gary felt a little tense in his upper back. He breathed according to Joyce's instructions and felt the tension melt.

"Let us begin," Joyce invited them.

Gary clasped Bernie's hand and squeezed. Bernie squeezed back. He let her go to free both hands. While Gary used a one-handed grip, his girlfriend was a two-handed masturbator, whether it was finger penetration and clit rubbing, or grinding face down on both hands, or touching up on her anus and vulva, or guiding a wand vibrator.

Debbie had changed her style over the summer, starting from a simple, one-handed clit rubbing. Now she was leaning into Joyce's techniques, shaping her breaths, rubbing her hands over her limbs and body, warming up her senses before she dug in between her legs.

Trent needed another touch-up from Joyce to get hard again after the breathing and concentration, but a hand slick with silicone lube and a room full of others sighing, quivering, and stroking themselves was all he needed after that. His eyes flicked from Debbie to Bernie to Gary, and then back to rest on Joyce. Mistress of ceremonies, sex goddess, expert sensationalist and her own first and best sex partner. Gary's eyes drifted back to Joyce, because she had it, sexuality and confidence and desire, without shame. And she loved watching how Gary pleasured himself, and how Gary pleasured her daughter.

Gary watched Bernie. She was so great, so loving. Gary was here for her, first. He watched her, forgetting the others, until Bernie's head strained upward and her toes curled in orgasm for the third time, her pleasure so beautiful to him, and he got off on the vibes, moaning out his orgasm, not caring that Trent and Debbie were laughing and cheering.

Gary lay, spent, the warm tingles of after-climax pleasure flowing through his body. After a time, he could tell that Joyce was talking with the others. Later, Bernie rubbed Gary's shoulder and roused him. He smiled. She smiled back and helped him to his feet.

Bernie led Gary upstairs. They showered together and toweled off. Gary could hear Joyce in the living room, talking with Trent and Debbie, asking questions, hearing their answers.

"Is your mom really going to take over Trent and Debbie from Stuart?" Gary asked Bernie. "As a dominant mistress?"

"I told her I wanted it," Bernie said. "I'm sure she's up to it, for a while at least. I think it comes down to whether Trent follows Debbie and puts himself in Mom's hands, or whether he can't give up Stuart. Trent really idolizes the guy." Bernie took a breath. "You might need to fill in. Not really what Debbie said, you know? Being sexually pushy like Stuart. Not that. More like show him he's loved."

"Oh," Gary said. "I don't know if I'm great at getting on Trent's wavelength."

"Mom and I will help you on that," Bernie said. "Mom's kind of a block of wood when it comes to emotional intuition, but Debbie's really tuned in to Trent, and she can help us figure out what he needs, while Mom can say what's going to work. She's great at that. Behavior and routine and stuff. That's why she flat-out said that you couldn't take over for Stuart, but she could."

"Okay."

Bernie met Gary's eyes. "You did it for me. With a little help, if Trent says yes to Mom, you can do it for Trent."

"What if he won't go for it?"

"Then it's up to Debbie, I guess," Bernie said. "She's really fallen for Mom. She likes Stuart, for the sex, for his little surf and party group, and because Trent loves him, but Debbie doesn't need or admire Stuart. So if Trent doesn't go for it, either things stay where they are, or you and I might be sharing a girlfriend, or a girl-toy, anyway, with Mom."

"Your mom really takes up a lot of space," Gary said.

"You noticed?" Bernie said. "But you're always there for me when I ask." She laughed. "Debbie would love to be the resident do-me girl, if that's how it goes. But she's really learning a lot from Mom, so I think she's going to surprise herself."

"She's smarter and braver than she puts on," Gary said. He yawned. "Bed?"

"Bed."