Gary confesses to Bernie in the van

After a quiet dinner, Gary and Bernie had driven out to a road at the edge of town and parked at a pullout overlooking the ocean. By the time Gary had gone through his confession, it was fully dark.

Gary squeezed Bernie's hand and looked out the windshield of the van into the summer evening. "So yeah," he concluded.

"Okay," Bernie said. "So you had sex with your friend Peter because he asked you to before he went on a long vacation with his girlfriend. And you hadn't told me about Peter before then because you thought that was kind of over, but you used to have Peter over almost every week for 'videogames', except it was really a sex date."

Gary took a deep breath. He remembered the feel of Peter's cock in his mouth, of his cock in Peter's ass, of the goofy happy look in Peter's face after he came. "Yeah," he said.

"You know you're kind of a bastard for not telling me you're bi," Bernie said. "You've fucked Peter more times than me. And not JUST Peter."

"Yeah," Gary said. "I'm sorry. I only did it with Trent once."

"So," Bernie continued, "Your mom walked in on you fucking Peter and stayed to watch you come together."

"Yeah," Gary said.

Bernie sighed. "Okay. So your mom comes in later that night to tell you that you need to tell me about Peter, but you talk about one thing and another and it ends up with your mom masturbating you, like she did when you were sick and had trouble sleeping. Except this time she plays with your ass."

"Yeah," Gary said.

Bernie laughed.

"What?" Gary said.

"Just the look on your face now," she said. "God, quit being embarrassed about enjoying a finger up your ass. Mom and I like that sometimes too."

Gary gave a little half-laugh. "Yeah. Your mom got herself off that way today."

"Sure," Bernie said. "So anyway, now I understand everything up to that day in the van." She took a breath. "As long as you never go behind my back again for sex, never hide anything, I forgive you."

Gary let out his breath in a long sigh. "Wow."

"You are good for me, in so many ways," Bernie said. "But never do anything stupid and hurt me because you're too ashamed to tell me. Hiding hurts so much worse. Got it?"

She looked Gary in the face, her glasses glinting in the dim light inside the van.

Gary could see tears on her cheeks. "Got it," Gary said. "You're good for me too. Peter said so. Mom said so. Lil said so too."

"So what happened in the van that day?" Bernie asked. She wiped her cheeks with her fingertips.

Gary said, "So Mom had some more questions for me, and we got together on campus that day. You know it was kind of hot and windy that day. So we got in and I turned on the A/C."

"Uh-huh."

"So Mom had brought me some unlubricated condoms to use with Peter, you know, for oral. And we were talking about how she'd gone to one of your mom's Pleasure Circles, and we started kind of counting up. You and your mom masturbate together. You and my mom jilled each other off at the Pleasure Circle. You and I are together. My mom's jacked me off a few times. And even one time, after your mom picked us up from the Billy Royce concert, when she was taking me home..."

"Huh?" Bernie said.

Gary swallowed. "You know we were making out in the back seat before we dropped you off home. Well, I moved to the front seat, and I was still hard inside my shorts. When your mom noticed I was touching myself, she pulled over and made me finish myself off." Gary took a deep breath. "She watched me and got herself off too."

Bernie sighed. "Mom. So she got an orgasm from your foot rub and now she's made you masturbate with her twice." She shook her head. "Hey, Gary. Welcome to my family. At least you know Mom likes you."

"It's okay," Gary said, "I mean if it's okay with you. But I think she kind of gets off on seeing me and you together, like, that I make you happy. Sexually, especially."

Bernie laughed. "Yeah. You are kinda good at that," she said. She smiled. "But you were saying..."

"Yeah," Gary said. "You, me, and our moms have basically all watched each other masturbate. Watched each other come. Touched each other. Sexually, I mean. Except one thing."

"Oh?" Bernie said.

"Until that day in the van, I'd never seen my mom have an orgasm," Gary said.

"Oh. Was that what it was about?" Bernie said. She sounded relieved.

"Yeah," Gary said. He looked up and over to one side. "Huh. Something my mom said. She stuck around to watch me and Peter because it turned her on. She asked me what our favorite sex position was. And she mentioned imagining your pussy lips around my cock. I think she might want to see us together too."

Bernie sniffed. "Joyce Bernstein and Veevee Menard are good moms who want their kids to be happy having sex. Yay moms. But even more, they're highly sexed people who enjoy watching and being watched. I just didn't know your mom and mine were like two peas in a pod." Bernie shrugged. "Guess it's okay," she said.

"Did your mom ever say anything like mine did?" Gary asked. "That day in the van, she told me 'God loves love. All kinds of love. Sometimes that scares people.'"

"Yeah, my mom says things like that. With less God," Bernie said. "Well, I guess I have some things to tell you about my sex life too."

"I thought you told me everything," Gary said.

"Not everything," Bernie said. "Not yet."

"Okay," Gary said.

"Hold me, Gary, I just want to hold you for a little bit first."

Gary folded Bernie into an embrace as best he could as they sat side by side in the front of the van.

"You know I love you," Gary said.

Bernie squeezed him tighter. "I love you too," she said. "So much."

After a time, Bernie spoke up again. "Okay, my turn," she said.