Joyce sticks to Gary like glue from the toilet to the shower

"You're such a pretty boy," Joyce said. She stood next to Gary, massaging his scalp through his blond hair. "Your turn. Just relax now."

"I'm kind of having trouble concentrating, or relaxing," Gary said. He sat on the toilet in the master bathroom. "It's kind of embarrassing, and I'm a little hard, you know?"

Joyce laughed. "Deep breaths. Deep breaths," she said. "Deep breaths. That's it."

Gary sighed, then grunted "Mmmmh." There was a tinkle and a splash from the bowl, then more tinkling.

"There you go, Gary, there you go," Joyce said. "Take care of yourself."

"You could have just given me a minute," Gary complained.

"You're all mine, and I'm not going to let you go until our day is over," Joyce said. "You shouldn't be embarrassed. Toileting is just as natural as sex. And you've told me how much you like watching women urinate. You were watching me closely this morning. It was very cute."

Gary's cheeks went pink. "I guess."

"Do you watch Naomi when she urinates?" Joyce asked.

"N-no," Gary said.

"You should ask," Joyce said. "Just make it a normal thing."

Gary swallowed and nodded.

Joyce smiled. "Things don't have to be so complicated," she said. She shifted her hands to massage his shoulders. "Oh, you're such a pretty boy. Mmm, a little tight. That's better, feeling it?"

Gary felt tingling waves roll through his body from Joyce's kneading hands. "Yeah, that's good," he said. "Uh!" There was another tinkle and splash. He sighed. "Ah."

"All done?" Joyce said.

"Yeah," Gary said.

"Come shower," Joyce said.

Gary stood under the lukewarm shower as Joyce soaped him, spreading the foam with a soft flannel, gently washing him, rinsing with a shower head on a hose. She started with his toes and worked up his legs to his cock and balls.

"We've been working you hard," Joyce said. She moved the flannel over his shaft and pulled back his foreskin to wash under the crown. "A little tender?"

Gary's cock swelled at her touch. "It's actually feeling okay," he said.

"Good," Joyce said. "More work this morning."

Gary flashed on a picture, Hokusai's Dream of the Fisherman's Wife. Kinda the super earliest example of Japanese tentacle porn. A naked woman, a couple of octopi doing her with their tentacles. Except that being with Joyce, he was kind of the girl, and she was kind of the octopus. Like Ursula the Sea Witch.

Gary looked down. Joyce knelt in front of him, a fat golden-skinned woman with a water-sodden mop of curly salt-and-pepper hair, her curves big enough to have folds. She rinsed his cock and kissed the head.

"You have such a lovely cock," Joyce said. "I understand why my daughter's been singing your praises. We'll get you in me again soon."

"Uh-huh," Gary said.

"Turn around," Joyce said. She soaped up the root of Gary's cock and took a side trip to soap up his buttocks, giving each cheek little squeezes. "Naomi said she likes your buttocks," she said. "I agree with my daughter." She soaped up the flannel again and parted his cheeks to soap up his butthole. "Does she play with your anus?"

"Um, nope," Gary said. The soft flannel sent tingles through his body as Joyce gently rubbed it round and round.

"She should," Joyce said. "That was one of her favorite things with her lesbian lovers."

Gary's cock twitched and stiffened.

"You like that idea?" Joyce said, lingering on his anus, rubbing the soft flannel up and down.

"Uh, um, maybe?" Gary said.

"You should ask her to play with your anus," Joyce said. "She'll be very happy with you. And ask to play with her anus. She likes that." She let out an impatient sigh. "I keep telling my daughter she needs to speak up for herself."

"She does. She says I'm easy to talk to," Gary said.

Joyce sniffed. She said, "As long as you don't throw any more sullen fits. Naomi had enough of that when she was dating girls." She lifted the shower hose and rinsed Gary off, moving it round forward and back. "There, there, all clean." She picked up a fresh flannel and soaped it up, sliding it across Gary's lower back and belly.

Joyce worked her way up Gary's body, soaping, kneading, rinsing, exclaiming on what a beautiful boy he was and how she agreed with her daughter about how pretty he was in every physical detail.

"Your face," Joyce said. "You're so beautiful in your pleasure."

Gary's eyes were closed as Joyce kneaded his scalp, working the shampoo in deeply to the roots of his blond hair.

"That feels good," Gary said. "You have magic fingers." Wherever she touched him tingled with waves of pleasure.

"Every touch can be intimate," Joyce said. "For me, every touch is intimate. Sexual. Feeling body energy. You are delicious to me. Be good to my daughter. touch her with desire and delight. Every time you touch her, make it intimate."

Gary opened his eyes. Her brown eyes, long-lashed and liquid, looked up at him from her round golden face. Her lips were parted. Her expression was hungry. He'd seen that look in Bernie's face many times, but with Joyce, there was no hesitation, no shyness. He bent his head to kiss her. She dug in her fingertips, pressing his lips to hers, and penetrated his mouth with her tongue.

Eventually she released him. "All mine," Joyce said. "Until our day is over. Let me rinse you, and then you wash me."