Gary washes Joyce slowly, at her direction

"Slow down, Gary," Joyce told him. "That's better. I want you to take time, so I can feel your hands and know you're feeling me."

The lukewarm shower drizzled down on Gary and his girlfriend's fat, middle-aged mother, Joyce Bernstein, author of Free To Masturbate, and mistress of Gary's body and his attentions for a few hours yet. Joyce was unashamed of her body, of her sexual hungers, and of sharing her daughter's boyfriend for a day. It had been her daughter's idea, offering her mother as an apology, a recompense for Bernie's own misstep, sneaking into Gary's father's bed. But after a complaint about how terrible an idea it was for her daughter to offer her mother as some sort of payment, Joyce had taken Bernie's offer and run away with it. It was completely fine for Bernie to offer Gary to her, and Joyce would make the most of it.

Joyce sighed as Gary washed her body, following her directions to move slowly and squeeze her firmly as he moved his hands around. "Yes. Yes," she said. "Even harder on my breasts."

Joyce's breasts, soft, full, and low-hanging, wanted firm handling. Gary's cock twitched. He worked around her body, rubbing her with mild cleanser. It was one of those medical kinds, a non-foaming, thick and slippery white liquid that reminded Gary of cum. Joyce lifted one hand high and Gary worked a handful into the hair in the hollow under her shoulder. He gripped the muscle on the breast side of her armpit, gave it a squeeze, did the same for the muscle on the back side, then rinsed and moved around to the other side.

"I love feeling your strength," Joyce said. "That's nice."

"You're pretty strong yourself," Gary said. "Damn."

Joyce laughed. "Didn't think I could wrestle you down?" she said. "I am strong. What did you think of the hip throw?"

"I'm thinking I'm never going to try and take you on," Gary said.

They laughed together. Last night, between sex bouts, Joyce had demonstrated twice that if she could catch Gary, she could own him. She'd even done something, standing facing him, she took one wrist, turned round and backed up into him, and suddenly Gary's feet had left the floor and she'd flipped him to land with a thud. On the bed, fortunately.

Gary gave her firm squeezes with his hands as he washed his way down her back and around over the soft curve of her belly. Joyce lifted her belly so Gary could wash the deep fold underneath.

"Squeeze hard," she told Gary as he cupped her pillowy, hairy mound. "Just hold there. There. Good." She sighed. "Now gently between my labia."

Gary washed Joyce's plump, thick-lipped pussy, gently working in the slick white liquid cleanser. The corner of his mouth twitched up in a little smile. It felt like Joyce had a cunt full of cum. He cupped his hand and squeezed gently over the slippery lips.

"What a lovely touch," Joyce said. "Rinse. Now behind. Take your time."

Gary washed Joyce's full, soft buttocks, squeezing handfuls as he moved around. Her muscles were dense and strong under the thick softness.

"Use this on my anus," Joyce said. She handed Gary a soft washcloth of synthetic mesh. He gooped it up with Joyce's body wash and followed her directions, moving it slowly and gently around, rinsing, cleansing again with another corner, then rinsing with the shower hose. Joyce took a deep breath and sighed. "I'd enjoy having a shower assistant like you now and then. Oh. Did you want to use your tongue? I'd like that."

"On your butt?" Gary said.

"Yes, you told me you had experience with your former girlfriend," Joyce said.

Sharon.

"Please?" Joyce said.

"Okay," Gary said.

Gary knelt behind Joyce. He started out by kissing and squeezing her full buttocks, licking the shower water from her golden skin. Joyce sighed in satisfaction at his touch. Gary parted her cheeks and looked. Kinda like Bernie's, a broad brown ring of tiny little folds, but Joyce had a pouting little fold in the center. Sharon's was deep pink. Gary reached out with his tongue.

"Yes," Joyce said. "There. Yes. Lick."

Joyce's ring twitched and tightened under Gary's tongue. His cock twitched up and hardened as he licked, feeling her respond, hearing her pleasure. Her legs started trembling.

"All right, that's enough," Joyce said. "Before I stumble." Joyce turned and gave Gary a hand up. "That was lovely. I'll tell my daughter that she must absolutely have you lick her anus. She likes it, you like it, you're good at it, and it's a perfectly normal sexual act." She reached out one hand to cup Gary's balls under his hard shaft. "You do like it."

"Yes," Gary said. "With you."

"Give that gift to Naomi as well," Joyce said. "Now let's get dry, I have you for a while longer before I give you back to her."