Veevee takes the breakfast pair to the living room

"Up, up!" Veevee said, gesturing to Gary and Bernie. Her big, bra-less tits jiggled in her short nightshirt. "Follow me."

She led the naked younger folks into the living room. The floor mattress was still there, covered by a frayed, faded old sheet, but last night's soiled towels had already been tidied away to the laundry. There was still a little clean-up from last night's party, orgy, what-have-you that Veevee and Hank had walked into.

"Come give me a kiss, son, and then you and your lady can tell me what you want."

Gary's mother wasn't tall, a little taller than Bernie, but she was full-figured, warm and round in Gary's arms. Gary's erection pulsed against the hem of her nightshirt. She tilted her chin up to meet his lips. This time Bernie didn't need to hold their heads together and tell them to kiss. Gary kissed her like a lover. Veevee sighed happily and softened her lips, letting Gary lead for a minute. Soon she took charge, holding Gary tight and kissing hard, parting his lips with her tongue and pressing inside. Gary made a surprised noise but didn't resist, letting Veevee kiss him deeply with a probing, searching tongue finding his own and curling it up to meet hers. Gary's penis swelled against her belly. He whimpered with surprise and desire.

"Gary, you're so beautiful," Bernie said. "Your face is so open."

Veevee broke the kiss and laughed. "I agree with your lady," she said. "Gary, my beautiful man. I loved watching you last night. I love knowing that you like to make men come. I loved seeing you lick your lady's butt and seeing how much you both loved it. You have a lot in common with your dad. In both ways." She smiled up at Gary, then nodded and looked at Bernie, who had a broad smile on her face. "Do either of you have any limits, anything you don't want me to do with either of you, or anything you don't want me to ask about?"

Gary looked to Bernie and raised his eyebrows.

Bernie smiled. "No pain," she said. "No ropes. Nothing dangerous. No surprise moves. Please ask. Besides that, no. No limits. Gary?"

Gary blushed pink. "You can ask anything," he said.

"Well, missy, you have an advanced set of limits," Veevee said.

"I learned it from my mom," Bernie said. "Joyce Bernstein. Women's sex circles. The author of Free to Masturbate. So I know how to be clear."

Veevee smiled. "Well then," she said. "I'll just say that I have the same limits. With both of you."

"Even if...?" Gary asked.

"Ask," Veevee said. "Now step closer, let me hug you again. Hold me tighter. There. That feels so good. No need to feel bashful about being hard. We're all happy about that today."

"Yes," Bernie said.

"So tell me what you want, Gary. Bernie." Veevee paused for a long breath, holding herself close to Gary's warm naked body. "What you want to see. Unless you want me to ask you."