Gary, would you tell the story of after the concert?

Bernie sagged in her mother's arms, flushed from the orgasm that Joyce had just rubbed out on her daughter's clit. The lukewarm shower rained slowly down on the three of them. Gary watched as Joyce's eyes rose up from his erection and back up to his face.

Joyce cleared her throat. "Gary," she said. "As long as we're clearing the air, about your grandmother masturbating you when she visited, and what Naomi wants from you. And about Naomi and..." Joyce paused to correct herself. "I mean, about Bernie and myself masturbating each other regularly. Would you like to tell the story of the night after the concert?"

"Huh?" Bernie said.

"Yeah," Gary said. "The Billy Royce concert we went to with Lil. Your mom dropped Lil off, but I stuck around in the car."

Bernie laughed. She was still leaning into Joyce's embrace. "Yeah, I loved that. And I'm glad you stayed until Mom got me home. I was just flying on the concert energy, and Lil was keeping it up before we dropped her off."

"Yeah, Lil was leading the sing-along," Gary said. "We were kind of bopping along."

Joyce laughed. "The car was bouncing until we dropped Lil off."

Gary took a breath. "And after we dropped Lil off, it was you and me in the back seat."

Bernie laughed. "Mashing face," she said. She shifted in her mother's embrace so she could look at Gary. "That was kind of the best make-out experience I ever had. Even my girlfriends, who, sorry Gary, are better kissers, just kissing? I mean, but..."

"I figured," Gary said. "But?"

"But as a total thing, that was the best time I'd ever had," Bernie said. "How intense it was together." She laughed again. "The way you wiggled when I started giving you deep tongue kisses."

"I didn't know I was ticklish inside my mouth!" Gary said. "You're the first person who went that deep. Not even..." Not even Sharon. "...well, not anyone ever but you."

"Yeah," Bernie said. "So when Mom dropped me off so she could take you home, you'd left me so turned on, the concert, the singing along on the way home, then making out like that -- I was so turned on that I went straight to the couch and masturbated before I even got all my clothes off."

"Yeah," Gary said. "Like if I'd bombed straight into the bathroom and jacked it." With Joyce and Bernie's nudist household, Gary figured it was a sign of urgency.

Bernie laughed. "Did you?"

"Well," Gary said. He steeled himself against hiding or weasel words. "Your mom had me sit up front on the way to drop me off. I was really turned on too. I was touching myself inside my pants."

Joyce nodded reassuringly.

"I can understand that," Bernie said. "You couldn't wait till you got home, kinda?"

Gary sighed. "More than kinda. Your mom noticed me squeezing my dick even though I had my jacket in my lap. She pulled over to the side of the road and insisted that I take care of myself."

"Mom?" Bernie said.

"I did," Joyce said. "All that making out in the back seat had me very aroused, as much as you, dear one. So when I noticed Gary was rubbing his penis next to me, the best thing I could think of was to stop the car and have him masturbate to orgasm so I wouldn't be distracted."

"Hm," Bernie said. "Okay."

"What your mom wants me to say," Gary added, "was that while I had my eyes closed, my pants open, and I was stroking my cock thinking of you and all those sexy songs? That your mom was masturbating while she watched me. And when I noticed, I opened my eyes and we looked at each other and I saw her watching me and kapow, I came hard, and she came half a second after."

"Oh," Bernie said. "Mom." She turned back around and hugged Joyce. "I understand. That night especially. But, you know? I think I better be the one driving Gary home."

"I'm sorry, dear one," Joyce said. "I never want to embarrass you."

Bernie hugged her back. "You've never actually jumped my boyfriend's bones, so it's okay. I'm happy you got off together, that night and then today. I'm so lucky you believe that sex is joyful and should be as joyful as we can make it."

"I'm happy you're willing to masturbate your oversexed mother," Joyce said. "I'm happy that I've gotten to see Gary's pleasure, more than once." Joyce looked over at Gary. "And I don't mind that you were listening at my door while I masturbated, that night you stayed over. My daughter said that it made you a very eager, passionate sexual partner for her after you listened to my orgasm."

Gary cleared his throat. "Yeah," he said. He stepped up and hugged Bernie from behind, pressing his chest to her back under the shower spray. Gary's hard cock nestled in the deep cleft between Bernie's big, soft buttocks.

"Did you enjoy watching me give my daughter an orgasm?" Joyce asked.

"Y-yes," Gary said.

"How did you feel, Bernie?" Joyce asked.

"I'm glad you showed Gary," Bernie said. "After I watched his grandmother masturbate him to orgasm, I thought Gary needed to see you and me."

"How would you feel, Bernie," Joyce said. "About showing off how you give me an orgasm?"

"I wouldn't mind at all," Bernie said. "If Gary was all right with it. He and I already talked about it, and you did too."

"That might be very sweet," Joyce said. "How would you feel if I did the same thing for Gary that you watched his grandmother do?"

Bernie slid her shoulders to one side so she could look at Gary.