He calls Bernie to check.

"Solange and I were about to take a masturbation break," Joyce said.

"Yes," the slim brunette with Vietnamese features said. "Would you like to join us?"

"I'm sure that N-, that Bernie would think it's OK," Joyce said.

"Um, let me call her," Gary said. "I want to be sure."

Solange laughed. Her dark pigtails danced. "It'll be more than OK," she said. She rolled her shoulders to loosen them, and her small, brown-nippled breasts rose and fell with the movement. She patted her hands on the towel covering her lap.

Gary called Bernie.

"What's up, Gary?" she asked.

Gary watched Joyce's face. "I'm at your house with your mom," he said. "And I called to check if it's okay with you, I mean, um, your mom and her friend Solange invited me to join them for a masturbation break."

Joyce smiled at Gary.

Bernie laughed. "All right, let me talk to my mom," she said.

Gary offered his phone to Joyce. Her loose print wrap fell open as she reached out for Gary's phone, revealing her heavy breasts and the soft curve of her belly, a lusher, lower-hanging version of Bernie's figure.

Rather than stare as he was tempted, he looked over at Solange. She was taking a long drink from the dewy glass Joyce had brought out, her eyes closed and her throat moving rhythmically as she swallowed.

Joyce laughed and Gary looked back at her. She was looking off into the distance as she talked on the phone. "All right, ask Gary then, I'm fine," she said. "Gary hon, Naomi would like to join us."

"Do I need to go pick her up?" Gary asked.

Joyce handed him the phone.

"Hi Gary," Bernie said, "I think it's great you're going to be masturbating with Mom and Solange. I'm so excited I want to be there, but I know better than to make my mom wait for her 'O'. Could you...could you put the phone on speaker so I can hear you? I want to hear you come, Gary."

"Oh wow," Gary said.

"Why don't you put your phone in a sock," Joyce suggested. "That way we can pass it around but it'll stay clean. Less wind noise too."

"Um, OK," Gary said. "Your mom said to put the phone in a sock," he explained to Bernie. "Hang on, we're gonna push the chairs around and stuff," Gary said. "I guess I'll put it on speaker now." He did so.

"Okay," Bernie's voice emerged from the phone.

Gary helped Solange to arrange three poolside chairs in a tight circle and cover them with Joyce's soft-beaten old towels. Joyce distributed toys and lubricant in squeeze bottles. Solange already had a hard clear plastic dildo and a vibrating dildo; Joyce added a cordless wand vibrator with a round, fist-sized head. For herself she picked out a medium and a small dildo, each covered with a condom, and a similar vibrator. She gave the same to Gary. He raised his eyes at the two dildoes but didn't say anything.

Solange seated herself. Gary turned away from the other two women and undressed. As he lowered his underwear, he could feel his buttocks tingle as if Solange or Joyce were staring at them. He shook the thought away. Gary put his phone inside one of his socks. "Can you hear me okay, Bernie?"

"Sure," Bernie's voice came from the sock, only faintly muffled.

"Me too," he said. He lifted a spare towel with one hand to preserve a little modesty for the moment, since Solange also had a towel across her lap. He turned and seated himself.

"Hi Bernie!" Solange said.

"Hi Solange!" the sock said.

Joyce shrugged off her wrap and draped it across the back of her chair. opened a tube of thick lubricant and coated Solange's big toes, then her own. She ran her thumb across Gary's big toes. "May I trim you?" she asked.

"Uh, sure, I guess," he said.

Joyce trimmed his big toes smooth and close. She ran her thumb across them and nodded, then lubricated them as she had done for Solange and herself.

"What's that for?" Gary asked.

Joyce replied, "With a small, close circle like this, it can be helpful to prepare to assist each other's pleasure without having to interrupt the flow."

Solange nodded. "Don't worry about it," she said, smiling at Gary. "She's just preparing you like she would Bernie."

Laughter came from Gary's sock. "Did mom do your toes?" Bernie asked.

"Uh, yeah," Gary said.

"Don't worry about it," the sock said in Bernie's voice.

Joyce sat in her chair. "Join hands," she prompted. Gary raised his hands and clasped hands with his girlfriend's mother Joyce Bernstein on one side, and on the other with Solange Thu Vu, her tall, slim Eurasian pleasure circle assistant whom Gary had interrupted in her earlier self-pleasuring.

Joyce cleared her throat. Gary felt her hand squeeze his. She and Solange repeated together, "We dedicate our pleasure to our complete selves, to our loved ones and to the world. May our self-love shine forth in the love of those around us and in all humankind, born in love and desire, to live in love and desire. Bless us all."

"Bless us all," Gary's sock echoed in Bernie's voice.

Joyce squeezed and released his hand, as did Solange.

Solange removed the towel from her lap and spread her knees. She stretched her vulva open, displaying her darkly pigmented inner labia.

Joyce arranged her wand vibrator and dildoes close at hand, spread her knees, and dribbled lubricant onto her fingertips.

"I've got my hand in my panties," said Bernie by way of Gary's cellular speakerphone.

Gary tried to recall what Bernie was wearing...bib overalls with short legs hemmed above the knee, he thought. Short-alls were one of her favorites for hot days.

Gary pulled the towel off his lap, revealing his erection, his cock head almost un-hooded, good-sized and pink, rising up from a nest of blond pubic hair.