Gary's whole family are Bernie's lovers now

Joyce Bernstein kneaded her daughter's back muscles. The two nude women were in Joyce's massage studio in a back corner of the house, doors open wide for a cross draft in the warmth of the late afternoon of the summer season.

"I am so happy to see you, Naomi. Pardon me, dear one. Bernie," Joyce said. "Gary has been keeping you all to himself this summer, and I miss having you as a masturbation partner. Have him sleep over here with you sometimes."

Joyce ran her fingertips lightly down the cleft of her daughter's buttocks and across Bernie's vulva. Bernie quivered and sighed.

"Your labia are very moist, dear one. Are you thinking of your lover?"

"My lovers," Bernie said. "Since that night when Gary's parents came home days early and walked into Gary and Lil having sex together, with me right there, I'm everybody's lover."

Joyce added a fresh coat of massage oil to her hands and started kneading her daughter's buttocks.

"Ahh, that feels so good, mother," Bernie said. "I really needed this."

"You told me quite the story about that night, dear one," Joyce said. "Gary's mother was completely heedless of consent and boundaries, and Gary's father had his own lapse with his wife and son the next morning. Is consent being respected now? Are you secure in your own sexual autonomy after what happened?"

Bernie laughed. "Yes, it was like a bad movie that night. A real mess." She sighed. "And I was part of it. I caught Veevee pushing herself sexually on Gary, so I sneaked up on Hank. I'm not proud. I was as guilty as her. Gary's mom and dad were surprised, but forgave me because they understood. Really understood. So the next day, we all talked it over, and decided on new house rules about sex. About what people needed. About what they were okay with." She described Gary's family's new house rules and what had changed since.

Joyce kneaded her way down her daughter's thighs, thick and soft over a solid core of muscle.

"That is very unusual," Joyce said. "And it sounds like it came very quickly. But from what you describe, the new house rules sound healthy in both intent and practice. Gary's mother and father understand the importance of gentleness, sincere and graceful apologies to repair trust, and you helped Gary's family base their new rules on consent and respect. And safety needs."

Bernie laughed. "And practicality. Veevee's rule was no sex downstairs except during an actual, planned sex party."

"Mm," Joyce replied. "Practical."

Joyce dug her thumbs in to work out some tension in one of Bernie's thighs.

"Oh that feels good, mother." Bernie took a deep breath and continued. "They've really made space for me and for Lil," Bernie said. "For what we need to feel safe and happy. And I was a full partner in making the new rules." She laughed. "The new rules. Do you know that Veevee likes to masturbate as often as you? Once or twice a day she heads upstairs to paddle her canoe. She leaves her bedroom door open, because she likes to be watched. Sometimes Gary watches. Sometimes I come along and join her."

"I approve. I am pleased that Gary's mother feels fully free to masturbate," Joyce said. "That sounds very healthy."

"Mm-hm. And more and more, Veevee asks me to come paddle her canoe for her. Bernie hon, your hands are pure magic, I never get off any quicker than with your finger up my butt. I've even masturbated Veevee in the ladies' room while we were out shopping, and in the car between errands."

Joyce laughed. "The angle for anal finger penetration can be much easier for a partner than for yourself. I'm pleased to hear you are part of her pleasure."

"But my big surprise since that night and the next morning is how sexual Gary and Hank are together now. And how sweet they are to each other."

"I'm very pleased to hear that Gary has a positive sexual connection with his father. Unusual, but maybe as caring as any. Gary seems to be a very caring person to you, and from what you describe, he has overcome a good deal of sexual shame and dishonesty with your help, and especially since that night. I admire how far you and Gary have come together." Joyce paused to reposition Bernie. "Move your feet, dearest. There."

"Auggghhhh, mom, so good," Bernie moaned. "Really dig your thumbs in. Agggghh, yeah."

"Someday we'll get an orgasm out of your feet, or at least your toes," Joyce said. "You never have trouble getting an orgasm from rubbing my feet, dearest. Your oily fingers between my toes are a magic carpet. Maybe a softer-soled shoe..."

"Mother, please," Bernie said. "I love your foot massages, but yeek, I don't want a toe-gasm. You can have all of mine for yourself."

"You're right, dear one, that is purely my fantasy, and you do have the best touch there. Please pardon me. Are you ready to turn over?"

"Thanks, mom, yeah."

Joyce helped her daughter roll over onto her back. Bernie didn't resist Joyce's habitual next move, lifting both knees up and back, the hatha yoga "wind release" position which opens the pelvis, relaxes the anus, and "pop-pop-pop!"

"Thank you, dear one," Joyce said.

It was one of Mom's cheap tricks to embarrass her Women's Pleasure Circle attendees by making them fart and then immediately put them at ease. Thank you in place of Gesundheit or something. But it seemed to work as a charm against shame.

Lots of women carried shame about their body, their bodily pleasure, their sexuality. Mom dropped a hammer on that. Usually it helped bring a new circle together. Nothing your body needs is unnatural, Mom would say.

Joyce wiped the extra oil from her hands with a towel and moistened her fingers with a mist of flower essence.

"Oh that's so good, Mother," Bernie said as Joyce massaged her temples. "Nobody does that like you."

"You're everybody's lover now, dearest?" Joyce inquired. "The whole family?"

Bernie lay in complete relaxation, her eyes closed as Joyce made her whole body tingle with her scalp massage.

"Yeah," she said. "Gary, you know, like we do. Lil, she calls us into her room sometimes, after midnight when Hank and Veevee are in bed. And Gary and I do whatever Lil wants. Or sometimes she comes to Gary's room and watches us having intercourse, or whatever. And Lil just cuddles up to us afterward."

"That's sweet," Joyce said. "I'm glad that she can find joy in you and Gary, and that she's found a way to feel safe in her choices."

"Veevee was a surprise, too. You know what we do together, most? We curl up in a love seat and I just suck her nipples. For hours, maybe. Maybe she'll pinch her other nipple, or I will. And it's just slow, easy, not even talking, mostly. Maybe she'll fall asleep, or maybe I will. But half the time, she gets an orgasm. 'You surprise me, Bernie,' she told me. 'I didn't know I had it in me to go slow.'"

"Sexual discovery can be deeply intimate," Joyce said.

Joyce shifted her fingers to rub at Bernie's hairline and the top of her neck. Bernie yawned and rolled her shoulders.

"And you're lovers with Gary's father, too?" Joyce asked.

"Yeah, we kind of fell into it, partly from Hank watching me sucking on Veevee to give her the slowest of slow nipple orgasms. I think that gave us both the idea. But more directly because I like watching Hank and Gary having anal intercourse, you know? They're really slow and gentle, but still it never takes that long? Gary comes and then Hank, right away."

Joyce laughed. "Boys," she said.

"Yeah," Bernie continued. "Gary and his dad would have an orgasm together, and Hank would slide his penis out and they'd flop down together on their backs, laughing. And I'd suck on Gary until he was hard again while Hank watched us. Then Hank would get up and give us space and Gary and I, you know. So after a couple of times, Hank and Gary coming together, and then me getting Gary hard for another go with me? I told Hank that if he used a condom with Gary, I'd suck him hard too. So kind of worked around to the same thing with me and Hank, like me and Veevee? With me and Hank, he'd just lie back in one of those big round saucer-shaped chairs, and I'd cuddle up next to him and I'd just suck, slowly, for the longest time. Maybe he'd stroke my hair, or my shoulders. Maybe he'd be hard, maybe not, maybe he'd come in my mouth, or maybe he'd fall asleep, or both, but we both liked it slow and soft and gentle. He's used to trying to keep up with Veevee, who, well, Hank and Veevee both agree Veevee is still the fastest girl they know of, because she's very direct in choosing to pursue her sexual desire. Sometimes she would be putting on makeup, or dressing, or bringing in laundry, and she'd just stop there and watch me and Hank, smiling, saying how darling we looked together. But sometimes, you know, Gary and I double up on sucking his dad's penis and balls, and that's not slow at all."

Joyce laughed. "My dearest one, you have a house full of lovers," she said. "And a masturbation partner, in Veevee." She worked her hands into the flesh near Bernie's collarbone, the front side of her shoulders. Bernie yawned again.

Bernie laughed. "I mean, really they're all masturbation partners. Me and Gary, me and Veevee, sometimes me and Hank. Lil less often, but sometimes her too. She likes to ask about how I touch myself."

"Well, I hope you'll have a wonderful summer with Gary's family," Joyce said. "That might be as long as these special rules last. And don't be a stranger. Come. Bring Gary. I'm missing you already, dear one."

"How can I make you happy?" Bernie said. "How can I bring you joy, now."

Joyce bent and whispered in her daughter's ear.

Bernie opened her eyes and nodded. "Yes, mother. Yes. I want that too. I want you. Get up on the the table. Face down."

"I am so glad my daughter is a lesbian."

"A lesbian, Mom? Maybe last year, but now?"

"You enjoy a few special men, and you love Gary, but you crave women, and you will be unhappy without. You are a lesbian."

Bernie rolled her eyes and pressed her lips together. It was never any use to argue with her mother about things like this. Aside from the word, Mom wasn't wrong?

And that wasn't what Bernie wanted to do with her mouth, anyway. Not now.

Twenty minutes later, Naomi Bernice Bernstein was bringing her mother to her fourth writhing, sobbing orgasm with both hands and the point of her tongue.