Joyce invites them over to talk

Joyce leaned back on her side of the warm spa next to her backyard pool that the money from her book "Free to Masturbate" had paid for. She opened her eyes and looked across at her daughter Naomi Bernice, who went by "Bernie" now, and Bernie's boyfriend Gary, a nice enough young man, but right now the focus of her daughter's troubles. Joyce looked over in the direction of Gary's lap and counted herself fortunate for the sake of her concentration that his penis was obscured by the bubbling water of the spa. Bernie had sung Gary's praises as a sexual partner after practically every date. In time Joyce had developed more than a little envy of her daughter's boyfriend as a physical specimen and sexual object.

As a young man of good character, Joyce was not so sure.

"So, dear ones, let me get your story straight," Joyce said. "Gary had sex with his sister Lillian last night, but that was by everyone's agreement."

Gary and Bernie nodded.

"But Gary, your mother and father came home from their trip early and caught you having intercourse with Lillian, while Bernie was preparing to participate as well."

"Uh-huh," Gary said.

Joyce continued, "So then your parents sent all of you to bed, but not all of you stayed there." She looked to Bernie. "You had intercourse with Lillian using a double dildo."

"Yes, mother," Bernie said, hanging her head.

Joyce said, "This morning Gary's mother told you she'd watched you together, and was so sexually excited by watching you with Lillian that she wanted sexual release herself." Joyce looked to Gary. "Where did she go?"

"T-to my room," Gary said.

"And what did she do?" Joyce asked.

"I was asleep. She woke me up sucking my cock. I thought it was Bernie," Gary said.

"And what did you do?" Joyce said.

"I went along with it. I, I, I..." Gary said.

"Yes?" Joyce asked.

"When she said she was gonna fuck me, I, I mean, yes, I wanted it. I really wanted it right then," Gary said. "So I did. I didn't just go along. I fucked my mom for me." The weight of his choice, late that night, weighed down on his shoulders. His eyes stung.

"So you didn't think about Bernie last night, when your mother was in your room?" Joyce asked.

"No," Gary said. "I didn't." He hung his head down.

"What do you suppose Bernie might have felt about that?" Joyce asked.

Gary shook his head as he looked down.

Bernie sniffled and sobbed.

Joyce said, "Bernie, what did you feel? And what did you do?"

"I felt angry right then," Bernie said. Her head was also bent down, and her voice was low and heavy with her feelings. "That Veevee had stolen him. That she had gone against what she told us. That Gary had gone along with her, that he was willing to leave me out. Eager to leave me out." She sobbed, her shoulders shaking.

"So what did you do?" Joyce asked.

"I s-sneaked into their bedroom," Bernie said. "And started doing to Hank what Veevee had done to Gary."

Joyce sighed and shook her head. "I thought I'd...never mind," she said.

Bernie sniffled. "Raised me better than that. Yeah. You did," she said. "So Hank and Veevee decided to humor me. I don't know, it was crazy, but I slept with them. I, I mean, I had sex with Hank and Veevee and slept the night with them. And we started again in the morning."

Joyce sighed again. She looked to Gary. "And you went to find your mom and dad, and saw...?"

Gary nodded. "Yeah," he said. "I saw Bernie riding my dad's cock while my mom got ready...got ready to take pictures." He shook his head and growled in frustration. "It's like they stole my girlfriend! Both of them!" He shook his head hard back and forth.

Joyce said, "It's clear that there has been a lot of misbehavior and poor boundaries last night. Or poor assumptions, perhaps." She cleared her throat and asked, "So where do I come into this picture? At all?"

"Mom, Gary was so angry, I've never seen him like that," Bernie said. "He was going to storm out. Lil talked him into staying so I could talk with him."

"And?" Joyce said.

"And, and, I thought if you, I mean, if you had sex with Gary, I mean," Bernie said. "That Gary would feel better, it would make things even."

Joyce gave her daughter a thunderous frown. "What could ever make you believe that giving in to your boyfriend's fit of jealous insecurity would be any better than giving in to one of your girlfriends?"

Gary froze, his skin crawling.

"Mom, I don't want to lose him!" Bernie cried out. She clutched Gary's arm.

"I better go," Gary said.

"Why?" Joyce asked, her voice mild.

"This was a stupid idea, I should just go," Gary said.

"Gary," Joyce said. "I didn't say no to what Bernie was suggesting."

"You said, you said..." Gary spluttered.

Joyce said, keeping her voice soft. "Well, yes. My daughter offering to trade my sexual favors to prop up your male insecurity is a terrible idea that will give you both really fucked-up expectations."

"I'll go, let me go," Gary said, tugging at Bernie's arm.

"Gary!" Bernie pleaded.

"Stay," Joyce said.

"Why?" Gary said. "Why?"

"Because I'm going to say yes," Joyce said, holding Gary's eyes in her steady gaze.

"Yes?" Gary said.

"Yes, I'll have sex with you, Gary," Joyce said.

Gary blinked, not believing what he was hearing.

"Yes?!" Bernie said, her eyes big and round with surprise. "Why, I mean, what you said... Why?"

Joyce smiled and answered.