Gary's mom wearing a nightshirt in midafternoon

Gary walked into the kitchen. Mom was there, her blonde hair messy, wearing a brief nightshirt in the middle of the summer afternoon.

"We just got back," Veevee said. "Oh, hi Bernie." She smiled at Gary's girlfriend.

Gary said , "Wait, but your trip isn't supposed to be over?"

Veevee put her hand on her hip. "Ship had a breakdown. We did try to call you, but I guess you weren't checking messages. Busy?"

"Yeah, kinda," Gary said. His dick ached a little bit in his shorts. It had had a busy afternoon with Mr. and Mrs. Rubin, taking both their asses and shooting off on their faces. "Yeah, out and around."

Bernie squeezed Gary's hand. He could tell she was holding back a laugh.

Veevee nodded. "I got through to Lil at work," she said. "She keeps saying she's gonna quit, but she's still at it."

"Dad?" Gary asked.

"Conked out," Veevee said. "We've been going bus to plane to taxi for half a day, starting at oh-dark-thirty." She looked at Gary and Bernie and grinned. "I insisted on a quickie, and after that, pow, he was out like a light."

"Mom!" Gary protested. But his cock pulsed and started swelling.

Bernie giggled.

"Oh, that wasn't your plan too?" Veevee said.

Bernie hugged Gary from behind. "I think Gary's ready for a nap already," she said.

"Ohhh?" Veevee said. She stepped closer, her nose twitching. "Well I declare," she said. "Bernie, hon, that's not your perfume. Are you lending him out?"

Sonia's scent had clung to Gary's hair and cheeks.

Bernie gave Gary a squeeze. "Tell her," she whispered in his ear.

"Yeah, Mom," Gary said. "But Bernie was there all the way."

"Well, that's a new one," Veevee said. "Bernie?"

Bernie held on tight to Gary. "Yes," she said. "That's our rule. As long as I'm there."

"Was it always that way for you too?" Veevee said. "Or when did that start?"

"Tell her," Bernie said.

Gary blushed crimson. His cock throbbed, swelled, and popped out the left leg of his shorts. "W-when, um," Gary started. "When, after Bernie saw you and me in the van. Down at campus."

"Oh," Veevee said. "Well then."

Gary had never seen his mom bewildered, but she did look like this might have caught her a little off balance.

Bernie held on to Gary. She told Veevee, "I was happy. Because me and my mom do that. The fingers, too."

There was a long pause while Veevee looked at Bernie's earnest face over her son Gary's shoulder, Gary's face bright pink with an expression of discomfort. Then her eyes flashed down to the exposed head of Gary's erect penis.

Veevee shook her head and laughed. "What a world," she said.

"Yeah," Bernie said. "So yeah. That's when it started. Gary can have sex with other people. Like he has with his friend Peter. Mr. and Mrs. Rubin. Even you. But I have to be there. No hiding anything anymore."

Veevee nodded.