Bernie's mom sunbathing nude

Gary looked over the side gate that led to the back yard of Bernie's house. He couldn't see much from this angle, so he called out, "Ms. Bernstein? Joyce? It's Gary!"

"Hello Gary," Joyce called back from around the corner. "Did the girls cut you loose?"

"Yeah," Gary said. "I wondered if I could hang out at the pool till it's time to pick them up."

"Of course, come right in!" she said.

Gary tried the latch. It wouldn't move. "It's locked!" he said.

"Silly me, that's right!" she said. "Let me come around." Gary heard her bare feet scuffing on the cement pool pavement. She walked around the corner and Gary's mouth dropped open.

Joyce was nude except for a woven grass hat and sun glasses. Her figure was curvy like her daughter Bernie, but Joyce was shorter and her curves rounder. Her skin was a deep honey color and her hair was a dark, frizzy mop. She had bright eyes and a mischievously pointed nose. Gary thought that whatever expression she had looked as though she was going to break into a smile any second. One shoulder and arm were glistening, and she held an plain plastic squeeze bottle of oil in her hand. She unlocked the gate, ushered Gary inside and locked it behind him, then led him back to the back yard.

"Um, I didn't know you sunbathed nude," said Gary.

"I'm not much for tan lines," Joyce said. "And a woman's home is her castle."

"That's right," Gary said.

"You're still looking a little pale to be driving that surf van," Joyce said. "Maybe you want to get a little bit too."

"I brought my suit and towel," he said.

"Up to you about the suit," Joyce said. "House rules are suit optional, but shower before and after."

"Oh, right," Gary said. Joyce had once come home to find Gary and Bernie skinny-dipping. She'd gone out to the pool and said hi to them, told Gary not to worry, asked them if they needed anything, and headed back into the house.

"Would you like anything to drink?" Joyce asked. "I've got water out here, or you could get something from the fridge. Help yourself."

"Thanks," said Gary. He went inside the house and made himself a mix of cranberry and grapefruit juice in a glass full of ice. When he came back out with the drink, seeing Joyce sunbathing nude looked natural. She'd finished oiling her front side, and her curves shined with sunny highlights.

Gary sat in a chair and sipped his drink, looking at the patterns and shadows the ripples made in the blue pool bottom. Beside him, Joyce stretched and turned over.

"Could you do my back?" she asked him. "I can't reach back to the middle very well, and usually I get Bernie to do it."

"Sure," Gary said. Joyce lay face down on a towel in her lounge chair. Gary started in the middle of her back, and rubbed the oil from there up to her neck and down to her hips, where the swell of her generous, bronzed buttocks began. He hesitated, then smoothed the oil over her butt and down the back of her legs.

"Thank you, Gary," she said. "That feels good." His job done, Gary sat back down and sipped his drink again while Joyce sunned her back side.

With Joyce's face pointed away as she lay on her front, Gary took the opportunity to enjoy looking at her body. A lot like Bernie's, he thought, and his cock stirred. He looked at her shoulders. But a little more muscular. Joyce must work out a little, maybe she swims a lot. But she was also bigger and rounder than Bernie in her breasts and butt. Her butt was nice to touch. He daydreamed about Bernie and Joyce going to a nude beach together.

Joyce stretched and pointed her toes round in little circles. She looked over at Gary. "Are you any good at foot rubs?" she asked.

"I don't know," he said. "Would you like me to give it a try?"

"Nothing to it, really," Joyce said. "Just get a little oil on your fingertips, rub the arch with your thumb, press the pads, do circles with your thumbs. Firm but not too hard."

"Okay," Gary said.

"You're a doll," Joyce said. She turned over and lay on her back again. "Usually I get Bernie to do this, but somehow she just seems busier and busier these days," she said, and winked at Gary.

Gary oiled his fingers, pulled a chair next to Joyce's feet, and let her tell him how to start off. He nodded as she gave him directions and chattered away about Bernie and how Gary and Bernie were so good together.

Gary worked his thumbs in circles around the soles of Joyce's feet. She stopped directing him and just purred. "You're really catching on. You have a great touch," she said, and smiled at him. She shifted her hips in a way that made Gary think of Bernie right before the first time they'd gone all the way together. He smiled back. "Thanks," he said.

"Now rub in between my toes," Joyce said. Gary complied, spreading her toes and rubbing his oily fingers in, sliding them down the sensitive valleys between Joyce's toes.

"A-ah," Joyce said. "Yes, like that, more."

Gary slid his fingers in and out, in and out between her toes.

Joyce closed her eyes and tilted her head back. Her fingers curled to hold on to the sides of the lounge chair. "A little faster," she said.

Gary increased his pace, in-out, in-out with his fingers between her toes.

Joyce's wide hips rocked. Her buttocks tensed and relaxed. "Oh yes," she said. Her mop-haired head strained up off the lounger and fell back, once, twice, three times, then she relaxed, sighed heavily and lay still. "Thank you, Gary," she said dreamily, her eyes still closed.

Gary was amazed. His girlfriend's mom had just had an orgasm right in front of him while he was rubbing between her toes. Did she have him do that on purpose? She must have! He gently pulled his fingers back and set her feet down. Gary rubbed his oily fingers on her towel and made a quick adjustment inside his pants to make his hard-on less obvious. He was very turned on, but wondered if Joyce was playing some kind of strange game with him, having him get her off without telling him.

He wondered if Bernie was sensitive like that. Maybe he could get her off just by rubbing her feet. In the car. Under a tablecloth. Heck, on a park bench at noon. He shook his head and laughed at himself inside. It'd never work. Bernie's red-faced, panting orgasms would give her away, unlike Joyce's modest twitches and sighs.

Joyce was coming back to herself. She smiled and opened her eyes. "That was wonderful. Would you like me to give you a massage?" she asked Gary. "Rub your feet? Your back?" She stretched out her hand toward Gary.