Mom and Dad tired from travel

Gary walked into the kitchen. Mom and Dad were there, looking like they'd just finished a long trip from wherever they'd last been.

"We tried to call you, but I guess you weren't checking messages," Veevee said, one hand on her hip.

"Busy, sport?" Hank said, rubbing at the stubble on his jaw.

Gary's dick ached a little bit. It had had a busy afternoon with Mr. and Mrs. Rubin, taking both their asses and shooting off on their faces. "Yeah, kinda. Out and around."

"Oh, hi, Bernie," Veevee said.

"Hi Ms. Menard," Bernie said.

"Gary being good?" Veevee asked Bernie.

Bernie smiled. "Good to me," she said.

Veevee gave Gary a side-eye. "I suppose I'll settle for that," she said. She looked to Hank. "As you'd know." She turned to Gary. "Well, at least the house isn't a wreck, and Stuart's surfmobile is in one piece. I think it'll be dinner out tonight. Bernie, would you like to come along?"

"Sure, Ms. Menard," Bernie said.

"All right, then," Veevee said. "Gary, make sure you shower and change. But otherwise, don't bother me and your dad till 5:30."

"Make it six," Hank said.

Veevee laughed. "Six."

"Mom, why are you home early?" Gary asked.

"Check your messages," Veevee said. She sauntered out of the kitchen and toward the stairs to the upper floor.

"So Gary," Hank said. "That job I was talking about at Jim's? You could start Monday. Bernie, Jim had an idea for you too, if you wanted."

"Cool," Gary said. "But wasn't it gonna be way downtown?"

"Uh-huh," Hank said. "Jim has an apartment open near the office. Plenty of room for both of you, so you don't have to schlep it out all the way."

"Wow," Bernie said. She looked at Gary. "Let's see about that."

Gary yawned. "But I'm with mom, I could use a nap."

Hank smiled. "See you after six then," he said. He picked up the suitcases and muscled them up the stairs.

Bernie watched until Hank had gotten up the stairs. "You know your mom didn't actually mention a nap, just not to bother them."

"You're right," Gary said. "Mom and Dad are kind of at it all the time," he said.

"I like that," Bernie said.

"Yeah, you said," Gary replied.

"You're getting hard," Bernie teased.

Gary yawned. "Well, maybe I can keep it together. Just for you, you know?"

"I love you," Bernie said. She giggled. "Whoa, look at you now!"

Gary's cock head stuck out from the left leg opening of his shorts. "Um," Gary said. "Lead on."

Bernie led the way up the stairs, her broad rear end wrapped in denim overall shorts at the focus of Gary's gaze.