Joyce wants to have Gary as her lover

The next day, Bernie was resting face forward in Joyce's folding massage chair as Joyce was kneading a lightly scented oil into Bernie's shoulders. Mother and daughter were both nude, according to Joyce's house rules, as well as the practicality when using massage oil. Gary had headed back to his house before Bernie had gotten up, so it was just her and Mom, talking about Mom's twenty-four hours borrowing Gary, which Gary had accepted in compensation for Bernie's impulsive fling with Gary's dad, which...Well, too much had happened that night. She was glad that she didn't have to talk or think about much right now.

Except that Mom got into the massage far enough that Bernie was starting to feel a happy glow, and then she started talking about Gary.

"Naomi, my darling," Joyce said. "Gary is everything you said he was as a lover."

"Mmm," Bernie said. "I'm glad. He's so good to me. So good for me."

"He was delightful," Joyce said. "I haven't heard you mention Raquel or Alison since you and Gary started dating. Do you still think you're a lesbian, after Gary and his father?"

"Oh mom," Bernie said. "I mean, Gary's sister Lil, I like her too. We had sex before Lil asked me about Gary. Lil, well," she laughed. "She is just so cute, I don't think she knew anything about how women really have sex with each other. But we had a great time together. But oh wow, Lil giggles."

Joyce sniffed. "But you're not dating Lillian. You are dating Gary. And my dear girl, you don't know the half about him, sexually."

"Mother?" Bernie protested. "But..."

"Hush," Joyce said. She slid her fingertips in long strokes up and down her daughter's back, making tingling waves of sensation that left Bernie speechless. "You are dating a beautiful young man whose sexual talents are extraordinary. His anal-erotic drive is as strong as yours or mine, and he is a wizard with his tongue. You must have him give you analingus. I insist. And. Your man is heteroromantic, an idealist about women. But Gary is also a barely closeted bisexual, ashamed that he is sexually active with his best friend, and with Stuart and young men in his circle. He tries not to think about what he does, but he does it. Because in this culture, men who perform fellatio or receive anal penetration are disrespected. Men like Gary."

Bernie sighed impatiently with a little huff. "Mom!"

But Bernie's protest subsided under Joyce's mesmerizing massage strokes. Joyce shifted from long strokes to deep kneading down each side of Bernie's spine. Bernie groaned happily. Mom was so good with her hands.

Joyce cleared her throat. "Gary loves you and he cares for you, and he does you good. And." She swallowed and spoke again, having difficulty getting the words out. "Ah."

"Mom?"

"Naomi? I want to be Gary's lover. I want to share him with you."

Bernie pushed her chest up from the cushioned support and twisted her head and shoulders around to look at Joyce's face.

"Mom?"

"I would move Gary right in tomorrow if it were up to me."

Bernie swung around on the seat of the massage chair to sit facing her mother. "You're serious."

Joyce nodded. "Yes. But it's not up to me. It's up to you and Gary. But I would love for him to be here as much as he is willing. And to be his lover as much as you both would allow."

"You're blushing."

Joyce nodded.

Bernie rose up and embraced her mother, their soft, heavy breasts pressing together. "You fell as hard for Gary as I did."

"Yes."

"Mother? Did you tell him what you just told me?"

Joyce stiffened. The words came slowly. "Yes."

"What did Gary say?"

"He didn't say anything in words. But his penis was instantly erect. I told him not to answer me, that he should talk about it with you."

"Will it break your heart if I say no? If you can't have Gary?" Bernie said.

"No, darling," Joyce said. "It will break my heart if, because I asked about Gary, if I cannot have you. To masturbate together. To help me with the Women's Pleasure Circles."

"Oh." She held tighter to Joyce. "Mother."

"My darling."