Joyce invites Gary to go down on her

"You've been looking at my vulva whenever you visit, Gary," Joyce said. "You have even touched, a few times, with your fingertips, helping Naomi to stimulate me." She smiled broadly and and spread her legs, letting her heels drop down off the poolside lounger. Joyce pulled gently with a hand on each side of her full-bushed mons, spreading her labia open for Gary. "Now I want to feel your lips and your tongue. Please come here and eat me out."

Hank watched as his son went down on his girlfriend's mother. Joyce directed Gary for a short while, guiding the rhythm and motion of his tongue, but she soon closed her eyes and stopped talking, using her fingertips to gently guide Gary. Joyce's body twitched gently as Gary ate her out, her face, shoulders, hips, and toes showing the pleasure Gary was giving her. Her nipples swelled and her breaths became faster and deeper.

Hank had never had sex with his wife's mother, but Veevee's mom been a bad girl in her time, and a fast lady in her prime, if not the equal of the daughter Hank had married. She flirted. She hinted. It could have happened. It was one way to keep your mother-in-law sweet on you, Hank allowed. But it wouldn't have worked with Veevee. She would have kicked him out like her previous steady guy, who had cheated on Vee with her mom and lost them both.

If Gary and Bernie stuck together, maybe Joyce would want this on the regular. Gary knew what he was doing, Hank was glad to see. Walking Joyce Bernstein up the stairway to ecstasy with his lips, tongue, and fingers. Now if this was Veevee, that little sound would be the start of a countdown. Five, four...

Joyce's toes curled. Her hips trembled. Her knees lifted and she rocked her hips, grinding her sex into Gary's face. Her face flushed deep pink. Her eyes squeezed tight and a low moan came from her throat in a broken, staccato rhythm like she was trying to hold in a scream.

Gary moaned loudly into Joyce's pussy. His hands clenched on her broad, full buttocks. His hips bucked. and he shot a thick white lace of seed onto the foot of Joyce's lounger, set off by her orgasm.

Hank smiled. That used to happen to him sometimes when he was younger. A woman getting off all over his face like that, and bam, he was getting off along with her. Look ma no hands.

Gary eased back onto his knees, breathing heavily. His face was flushed pink, wet with Joyce's pussy juice from nose to chin. His penis was still erect, but thickly smeared with semen around the head and dripping down the shaft.

Hank moved to one side of Joyce's lounger and got down. He touched her shoulder, watched her eyes open, and stroked his fingers down to her breast.

Joyce smiled. "Yes," she said. "Have Gary do that too."

After a while gently stroking Joyce's skin, tingly and sensitive after her climax on Gary's tongue, Joyce asked for a hand up.

"That was wonderful," Joyce said. "Let's take this inside now. "No need to frighten the neighbors if I get loud."

"I'd like to help get you loud," Hank said.