Joyce, and Bernie needs help. Can Gary give it?

Gary watched his girlfriend's pretty, big round butt go up and down, rippling as she humped the long, firm cylindrical pillow. From the sounds Bernie was making, Gary knew she was close to coming. Gary looked up at Joyce. Bernie's mom had her head back, one leg kicked over the chair arm, her other leg straight and wide apart. She stroked her thick-lipped vulva with one hand. Joyce's other hand reached around to finger her ass. Gary's cock jumped and swelled. The rose-scented lotion was hot and slick in his hand.

Joyce opened her eyes and looked at Gary.

Gary tilted his head to meet her gaze and they stared, eyes locked as they pleasured themselves. How many people had Joyce watched like this, eye to eye while masturbating? Dozens? More? Gary remembered what Bernie said and smiled at Joyce.

Joyce's lips parted to return Gary's smile as her hips and shoulders rolled to spread the pleasure through her body.

Bernie reached to turn on the vibrator pressed between her legs. The low hum was soon obscured by Bernie's groan of pleasure as the vibrations spread from her vulva through her lower body. She pressed her hips down hard into the pillow.

Joyce's body tensed, showing the muscles beneath her soft, curvy shape. Her eyes closed, her hips thrashed and she cried out as she brought herself off. The spasms of her orgasm came in waves, tense, then limp, then tense again, cycling slowly down into blissful relaxation. She let out a deep sigh and sank into the soft chair.

Gary's pulse thumped. He knew Bernie and her mom masturbated together sometimes but never thought what it would look like. His cock twitched again. Bernie was face down, pressing her hips rhythmically into the long firm pillow as the vibrator did its work. Her knees were wide apart and her full buttocks were spread slightly.

Bernie raised her head to her mother. Her forehead was damp and her cheeks were flushed pink. "M-mom?" she asked. "I'm almost there. Would you..." She asked her mom for some very explicit help.

Gary's eyes widened. Bernie's mom helped her that way? Had she forgotten he was there?

Joyce answered dreamily, "Perhaps your young man could help?"

"Ooh!" said Bernie, remembering that Gary had joined them for their pre-Pleasure Circle stress reliever. She looked up at Gary pleadingly, embarrassed, aroused, and needy. "W-would you?" Her glasses flashed at Gary.

"Uh..." Gary stammered. "Your mom does that for you? Um..." Now it was Gary's turn to feel embarrassed but very turned on.