Joyce's regulars arrive with their daughters

"Well, since your brother's special friend Peter is on a cruise, we know what he isn't doing tonight," Nicola said slyly. "WHO he isn't doing. Pity. Boys should fuck, not fight."

Lil giggled. "Yeah, I heard them once. Gary said not to bother them cause they were gonna go for a high score in Fists of Blood. I could hear them playing but I stopped hearing the fight sounds after a while. Then I heard this kinda bump, bump, bump and Gary and Pete were both like, 'uh, yeah, yeah! Yeah!!'." She grinned. "They came at the same time. It was really cute."

"Impressive teamwork," Nicola said. "Probably took them lots of practice. Poor sod, all alone tonight."

Lil cleared her throat. "Yeah, no Bernie tonight, and no Peter."

"No worries, I expect your sib will wank off. Well, almost time to get this evening started. I'm to show you off, jill you off in Bernie's direction, and help you get sexy with her. One last thing. Did Joyce tell you anything about any of the other fems showing up for Girls Jill Off With Your Mums Night?"

"Her regulars, she said," Lil began. She cleared her throat. "Betty, um. From her first circle. Amanda. Kind of a hippie I guess who comes into town for Joyce's circles. Sonia Rubin. Um, I actually met her, she's actually married to Gary's doctor. Uh, Dorinda, another long timer. Maybe a couple of other women, I'm not sure. And they're all bringing their daughters." Lil paused and took a breath. "I mean, wow."

Nicola laughed. "Perhaps Ms. and Miss Bernstein are setting a welcoming example for them. Ah, Lilly, what a brave new world this is. My sister and I got a mirror and went through the lookie exercises together, but we were too cowardly to do anything else. I didn't jill off for reals for another year."

Lil smiled. "Thanks. You helped me a lot more than that."

"All I did was hold the mirror and say nice things," Nicola said. "You did all the work, Lilly."

Lil laughed. "Well, it was the Magic Wand, really," she said.

In the Bernstein living room, Naomi Bernice, better known as Bernie, was walking nude around the living room, busily setting out the things for tonight's Pleasure Circle. There were a round dozen wand vibrators, serious-looking white appliances as long as a forearm tipped whose business end was a white ball of firm rubber like a tennis ball with a girdle round its waist. There were pump and squeeze bottles of almond oil, coconut oil, water-based and silicone lubricants. There was a tray of dildoes of various lengths and girths, and in case it came to it, a number of easy-clip harnesses and double-ended dildoes of the straight and bent-in-the-middle varieties. Wet wipes, soft cloth blotters, and towels were distributed, handy for everyone. Lastly, Bernie set out round mirrors at each place to prepare for the show-and-tell, adjusted the lights -- brighter in the circle and dimmer outside, in case anyone was feeling shy, and turned on the soft, atmospheric music Joyce prefered for her circles.

Bernie heard the doorbell and put on a light robe to answer the door. She and her mother normally went nude unless company was expected.

"Hey kid," Betty greeted her, and gave her a hug. Betty was an energetic older woman with iron-gray hair in a brush cut. One of her mom's early collaborators, Betty had run her own circles for years before settling back in town recently. Betty nodded to the younger woman behind her. "Sherah baby, this is Nao...um, Bernie," Betty said. "Bernie, this is my daughter Sherah, she's on summer break. She wanted to know how I run my circles, so we're here to visit the woman I started out with, your mom."

Sherah was dark-haired with a boyish figure, a little taller than her mother. Her hair was very short on the sides with a mop of wavy locks on top. She was wearing a low-cut black tank top and beat-up denim shorts cut off high on her legs, with black leather high-tops on her feet.

"Hi," Sherah said. She appraised Bernie coolly, almost like some boys did. Sherah smiled and looked into Bernie's eyes. "I'm on break from Widley. Women's college still, mostly. Good to meet you. Mom says it's gonna be good tonight."

Bernie felt a tingle as her nipples erected. "H-hi," she said. "Same here. Sh-Sherah."

"Hey," Sherah said, and grinned, standing up straight. With her shoulders back, her bra-less breasts pressed at the thin black top. A silver and pearl pendant like an open flower rested on the skin between her breasts. She opened her dark eyes wide.

Bernie stared back. Her mouth moved but she couldn't quite shape any words.

"Oh will you stop it with the lesbian laser beams, Sherah," Betty said. "I'm sure Bernie's still helping Joyce set up."

"Aw mom," Sherah said. "Okay." Sherah winked at Bernie, then eased back into a slump-shouldered, vague-eyed 'whatever' look.

Betty chose a spot for herself and Sherah next to the place Joyce would sit,

"All right, we'll get ready the way I told you," Betty told Sherah. Betty took her kit and led Sherah to the bathroom.

Bernie looked at the closed door, then up to one side. Betty usually got ready by...

The doorbell chimed again.

"Bernie dear," Dorinda greeted her, kissing her on each cheek. One of her mom's regulars, Dorinda was a sweet-natured, confident woman in her middle years of average height and figure with a smiling, sun-lined face and a cap of strawberry blonde hair under a pink cowboy hat, wearing a bright ruffled Western blouse and skirt. "Meet my little cowgirl Dorothy," she introduced her daughter.

"Howdy Bernie," Dorothy said. "Put 'er there." A bright-eyed, red-haired firecracker of a girl reached for Bernie's hand.

Dorothy had a firm handshake, a little moist with the warmth of the evening. Like her mother, Dorothy wore a pink cowboy hat over a blouse and skirt, but Dorothy's blouse was fitted tight, embroidered and pieced with zigzags and lightning bolts, unlike her mother's ruffles. Dorothy's heeled boots were also shiny and stiff, while her mother's were soft suede. But despite Dorothy's raised heels, she was shorter than her mother. She might end up being the shortest woman here tonight.

"Hi Dorothy, pleased to meet you," Bernie said. "You're really dressed up. You look good."

"Heh heh heh, y'know, Mom and I went dancing," Dorothy said. "I took a coupla girls' numbers."

"You're a fast girl, Dorothy," Dorinda told her daughter. "You shouldn't be leading them on like that."

"It's all just in fun, mom," Dorothy said. "I got Izzy and Ellie at home already, I mean, where would I put another girl?"

"You and those witch girls have a whole house now. You'd squeeze her in someplace, I'm sure. Under your bed, maybe." Dorinda shook her head and looked up to the heavens. "It wouldn't be the first time."

"Lupe just needed someplace for a week, mom," Dorothy protested. "And you said yourself..."

"Oh hush," Dorinda said.

Bernie showed them into the living room. Dorinda thanked Bernie and claimed a place. Bernie's mother Joyce had returned. Joyce greeted Dorinda warmly, said hello to Dorothy and returned to her chat with Betty. Sherah's place next to Betty was still empty.

Next to arrive were Amanda Wilde and her daughter Willow. Amanda was a big plump woman with a braid of greying blonde hair. She greeted Bernie warmly, as did Willow, who had attended several circles. Amanda was in her usual loose dress, in lightweight muslin for the heat, her breasts swinging free, while Willow was in a sundress draped over her pregnant abdomen.

"Ohmygosh, Willow, how long?" Bernie asked.

"Thirty weeks," Willow said. "I feel like I'm as big as, oh, whatever. And in this heat, whew!" She looked to Amanda, who nodded to her daughter. "And, but it's not just me, mom too!"

Amanda laughed. "And here I thought I was done with all that," she said. "But Willow gets pregnant and boom! I'm next! It doesn't show on me so clearly yet, but feel."

Amanda's abdomen was rather rounder and firmer than usual under Bernie's hand. She might not be far behind Willow. Bernie was discreet enough not to ask "who?" Amanda might not even know, living in a free-love commune outside of town.

"I'm afraid I celebrated Willow's good news with a party. Yes. So, well, I don't know who yet," Amanda said. "Though it may be obvious. Well. Excitement all around."

Willow laughed and squeezed her mom's hand. "Mom," she said. "I think it's Alex."

"Heavens, I hope not," Amanda said. "My lovers at Seventh Ray were sure it was from that night, ah, well, weekend I was celebrating for you. I mean, they all...well. But maybe."

Bernie led Amanda and Willow into the living room. She made sure the pillows were comfortable and asked if there was anything else they needed. Willow excused herself. "Pea-sized bladder," she said. "I'm with you," Amanda said.

Bernie checked the time. Lil and her godmother Nicola hadn't showed up yet. Still time, though. She surveyed the room. Willow and Amanda in the bathroom... Dorothy, naked except her boots and hat. Dorinda, likewise. Bernie smiled. Sherah... Bernie's eyes paused on Sherah's nude body. Sherah had a full natural bush. Her labia were dark ruddy rose brown. Umm, Sherah, her mom Betty and Bernie's mom Joyce. Now who else...?

The doorbell rang again.

(Who's next, or how do Betty and Sherah or Dorinda and Dorothy or Amanda and Willow prepare in the bathroom?)