Going downstairs

She waited a little bit for Ben to wash up before doing the same, not wanting her mom to get any wrong ideas..or right ones. She ponders as she cleans up, still feeling guilty. She could do this. It was a last hurrah, Bernie would tell Ben it was done.

"I want to do everything with you."

Bernie shuttered at the implication, and at how much she wanted it too. She shakes her head. No. Gary was her boyfriend. Her love. Ben was...

She sighs at herself. Not getting into that right now. Mom was waiting. She finishes up and heads downstairs.

"Hey, Mom!" Bernie calls out when she sees her mom in the kitchen, as naked as Bernie herself was.

Joyce Bernstein insisted on nudity being the natural human state, and preferred it that way when they were home. She smiles at her daughter.

"Care to help me with breakfast?" Joyce asks.

"Sure. What do you need?"

"Some eggs from the refrigerator please," Joyce replies back.

"Sure thing." Bernie opens the fridge, looking for the eggs.

"Got that Ajax you were looking for, Aunt Joyce!"

Bernie froze at Ben's sudden voice.

"Thanks, Benny!"

Bernie suddenly felt a hand slide across her left asscheek, over the crack, and then across her right side. She resisted the urge to moan, biting her lip, quickly grabbing a carton of eggs.

"No problem at all." He sets the Ajax down next to the sink

"You two get caught up?" Joyce asks innocently.

"We touched base," Ben replies, turns to give Bernie a grin.

She rolls her eyes, walking past him to help her mother. "Yeah, it was..nice."

"I'm glad to hear it. You'll have all weekend to catch up on old times." Joyce checks the stove's clock. "Could you watch the stove, hon? I gotta check on the laundry."

"Sure, Mom."

Joyce quickly scurries off to the laundry room. Bernie focuses on watching the food, hoping Ben will behave himself.