Her inner office

Joyce smiled as she saw Gary and her daughter stepping out onto the patio hand in hand. Gary was still nude from swimming rather than dressed to leave, and his sizeable penis was half-erect and pointing at Joyce.

Bernie nodded to her mother. Gary gave Joyce a sheepish smile.

"Thank you for staying to help start us off before the Women's Circle, Gary," Joyce said to her daughter's boyfriend. "It will be very special for Naomi Bernice and me."

Gary watched his girlriend's nude, honey-skinned mother rise and turn to lead them back indoors. Her walk was confident and strong with swinging hips and large, round buttocks.

Bernie walked beside him, squeezing his hand from time to time, as they followed her nude mother into the house. She saw where Gary was looking and whispered in his ear, "Doesn't Mom have the most perfect round butt?"

Gary was surprised to hear Bernie admire her mother's rear end, but he nodded and squeezed her hand. "It's nice, but yours is better," he whispered back. He knew Bernie was sensitive about her own shape, and that she worried about not being a tall blonde like Gary's usual 'type'.

Joyce led them into her office, a small, thickly carpeted room with three foam chairs shaped like scooped-out globes. Joyce took a towel from a stack and draped it over a chair for Gary. The other two chairs were facing each other and already towel-covered. Joyce re-arranged the chairs in a triangle. Joyce held out a pump bottle toward Gary. "Nao...Bernie tells me you use this lotion to masturbate, is that right?"

"Yes, that's fine," Gary said. His shoulders tingled. Bernie told her mom everything. Everything about her sex life, anyway, and what she knew of Gary's. Gary often used the rose-scented lotion because it was his mom's favorite brand so there was always some in the house.

Bernie pulled a cylindrical pillow from the corner and put it in front of her chair. She put another towel on top of the pillow.

Joyce stood facing the two of them and reached out her hands. Bernie took her hand and reached for Gary.

Gary looked at his girlfriend and her mother. Joyce had a calm smile. Her curly dark brown hair fell in untidy ringlets over her honey-skinned shoulders. Her large, dark-nippled breasts sagged a bit. Her body was shaped in round curves and folds. Joyce was short and looked up toward Gary. Holding Joyce's hand was her daughter, Naomi Bernice Bernstein, Gary's girlfriend. Her brown eyes shone at him from behind her glasses, and her face had an expectant look. Bernie was taller than her mother, but rather shorter than Gary. Her curly hair was pulled back off her bare shoulders. Bernie's full breasts were smaller but rode higher than Joyce's. Her skin was a shade lighter than her sun-loving mother's, and her belly and hips were decidedly rounded but less pronounced than Joyce's curves.

Gary took their hands. Joyce's hand was warm and dry, with a steady, firm grip. Bernie's hand held Gary's a little more loosely. In a moment, he felt her squeeze his hand. He squeezed back. She squeezed back at him.

Joyce laughed softly. She started squeezing Gary's hand in the same rhythm as Bernie, a little faster than once per second, like a heartbeat. Gary remembered Bernie telling him about the speed of orgasmic contractions. He smirked, then chuckled. His half-erect penis sprang up straight.

"Blessings on the gift of pleasure," Joyce said.

"Doubly blessed when shared," Bernie said.

"Um, God bless," Gary said.

"God bless your penis," Bernie said with a laugh.

"Yes, God bless your penis," Joyce said seriously.

"God bless your clitoris, Mom," Bernie said.

Joyce laughed. "Keep going," she said.

"Okay," Bernie said, "God bless your labia and your introitus and your vagina and your uterus, Mom."

Gary looked at Bernie and Joyce, puzzled.

"Men have most of their sensitive goodies in one package," Joyce said. "The same tissues in women are more broadly and deeply arranged."

"Oh," Gary said.

"But most men and women have some pleasure-bringing spots in common," Joyce said. "Blessings on your nipples, Bernie, and yours, Gary."

Bernie laughed. "Blessings on the back of your neck, Mom, and your ears. Especially the tickly insides.""

Joyce raised her eyebrows. "Telling tales, are you? Blessings on your beautiful, sensitive, pleasure-bringing asshole, my daughter."

"Mom!" Bernie complained. She hung her head and her shoulders slumped.

"Tut, no shame, girl," Joyce said. "It's no good to hide a normal, healthy pleasure."

Gary swallowed and cleared his throat.

Bernie looked at Gary. "Tell me it's okay, that you don't think I'm dirty."

"Sure, Bernie," Gary said. "It's absolutely okay. For you to play with your ass. It's great. Or me, maybe, I don't know. I mean I did it with another girl. Touched her there when she asked me. And it was so good for me seeing that it felt good to her for me to do that. To play with her asshole. I just never wanted you to think I was interested in something dirty. Or push anything on you."

Bernie took a deep breath. "Thanks, Gary. Yes. Someday I want to try it with you." She straightened up and smiled at Gary, then at Joyce. "Um. Thanks mom."

Joyce smiled back. Gary felt her squeeze his hand firmly. "Then let's begin," she said. She looked at Gary. "So we can finish before the Pleasure Circle guests arrive." She let his hand go.

"Like my sister," Gary said.

Bernie squeezed his hand once more and let him go. "She's never walked in on you masturbating?" she said, raising her eyebrows.

Gary blushed. "Not, well, never ever," he said. "A couple times." Once Lil had walked in with perfect timing just as he got off, moaning and ejaculating over his bare belly and chest.

Joyce sat down in her chair and spread her thighs, exposing her bush and plump, prominent outer labia. She propped one heel on the seat, opening herself wide to Gary and Bernie's view. Her swollen, pink-brown inner curtains parted to display her erect clitoris and glistening vaginal opening. Joyce closed her eyes and plunged her fingers into her vulva. Soft stroking noises became moister and squishier as she masturbated.

Bernie sat down in her chair. She arranged the cylindrical bolster so one end was between her feet and the length of it stuck out between the three chairs. She propped one foot up in a mirror-image position to her mom in the next chair. She made to take her glasses off, then looked at Gary and her mom and pushed them back up her nose. She smiled at Gary and he smiled back. She gestured with her hand. He didn't get it for a moment, then smiled, nodded, and sat down on his towel-covered chair. He pumped a palm-full of rose-scented lotion, then paused when something else tickled his nose. In the warm, close air of the room, he could scent Joyce's pussy. He waited a bit while Bernie started masturbating alongside her mother. Finally a wisp of air brought Bernie's familiar, sexy scent to Gary's nose. His cock head swelled and wept clear fluid. He smiled and started stroking his cock.

Gary's gaze shifted from Bernie to Joyce, changing whenever he heard a sound from the other, a sigh or a coo of pleasure, or a change in her rhythm of masturbation. It was such a turn-on watching the two of them, listening, knowing they wanted him there. And Bernie's finger motions, her sounds, the way she tilted her head and shoulders were so similar to Joyce's, they had to be masturbating together more than just once in a while. Each had a palm on her thick, dark pubic bush and her fingers in her cunt, stroking up and down, round and round.

Bernie was breathing fast and deep, also shifting her gaze between Joyce and Gary, avoiding Gary's eyes but admiring his cock, big, firm, slick and glistening as he stroked it, working the foreskin on and off the cock head. Her glasses glinted when she moved her head to watch first her boyfriend masturbating, then her mother.

"Look at my mom, Gary," Bernie breathed.

Joyce had reached her other hand around her raised leg and was tickling her anus with a lubricated finger. Soon her finger was penetrating and moving in and out as her other hand kept up the rhythm on her swollen labia and clitoris. Joyce's fast, uneven breathing and the reddish flush darkening her face and chest signaled her intense arousal.

Bernie put her raised leg down. She reached into a basket and took out a long-handled vibrator with a smooth ball-shaped head. She slid off the chair onto all fours, straddling the bolster with the vibrator between her thighs. Bernie started thrusting with her hips, humping the long, firm pillow between her legs. In front of her, her mother vigorously pleasured her vulva and anus and approached her orgasm as Bernie gave herself pleasure hands-free.

Gary watched his girlfriend's nice, pretty, big round butt go up and down, rippling as she thrust her cunt hard down against the pillow. How sexy it was seeing Bernie move her lush body in pleasure as she watched her mom rising toward climax. From the sounds Bernie was making, she herself was close to coming. Gary looked at Joyce. Bernie's mom, the author of "Free To Masturbate," had her head flung back, one leg kicked up and over the chair, her other leg straight and wide apart. She fingered her clit-and-all-that-stuff with one hand and her ass with the other. His cock jumped and swelled, and he moaned with the nearness of his own come.

Joyce opened her eyes and caught Gary's gaze.

Gary stared at Joyce, moaning as his cock twitched in his hand, ready to shoot.

Bernie reached to turn on the vibrator pressed between her legs.