Ask Joyce if she's playing games with him.

Gary was amazed. His girlfriend's mom hadn't been content to stop at sunbathing nude in front of him or even at having him oil her naked back and butt. She had just had him rub her toes until she had an orgasm right in front of him. He was very turned on, but figured Joyce was playing some kind of strange game with him, having him get her off without telling him.

Joyce was coming back to herself. She smiled and opened her eyes. "That was wonderful, Gary. Would you like me to help you relax? Rub your feet? Your back?"

She stretched out her hand toward Gary.

Gary clasped her hand and looked into her deep brown eyes. "Ms. Bernstein, did you just have an orgasm?" he asked, giving her a serious look.

"Yes, Gary," she said. "Thank you, it was wonderful." She squeezed his hand and smiled at him, but her eyes searched his face. Then she glanced at the front of his pants. "You look like you might do well with one too."

"Wait a minute!" he said. "You're my girlfriend's mom! How can it be OK for you to have me get you off? Without even asking! Are you playing games with me?"

Joyce looked at him with a calm face. "I'm sorry, Gary," she said. "I apologize. Usually I'm not this sensitive, but your fingers are really good, and I got carried away. It wasn't fair of me."

Gary swallowed. "Okay," he said. "But what did you mean when you said I might want one too?"

"Just that you shouldn't sit around feeling sexually frustrated just to be polite," she said. "Feel free to take care of yourself. It's far better than sitting there feeling uncomfortable. I mean, as the author of 'Free To Masturbate', what should I say? It's OK for me, but not for you? You should feel as welcome as any member of the household, me, Bernie..."

"Um," Gary said. "Okay." He and Bernie had talked about her mother's book. It had a really advanced point of view for a book used in the senior health education class. Bernie said that her mother was very direct and straightforward about her belief that self-pleasure was good for body, mind, and soul. In fact, Bernie herself was not at all shy about masturbating in front of him, and had shown Gary a couple of techniques that Joyce had taught her. Sometimes he felt like Bernie's mom was acting as her coach, hearing what Bernie and Gary did sexually and offering suggestions.

"And you and I hardly sexual strangers, Gary," Joyce said. "after that night we drove back from the Billy Royce concert."

"Yeah, Lil went home in Steve's car, mine wouldn't start and...oh yeah," Gary said.

Gary and Bernie had waited for her mom to come and pick them up. Carried away on the sexual charge from their new relationship and the concert, they necked and petted in the back seat all the way home. They had dropped off Bernie first, since she had an early class the next day, and Gary's house was the other side of downtown. Gary had moved to the front seat to help give directions, but he couldn't stop touching his erect cock inside his pants, thinking of Bernie. Joyce had noticed. She pulled over and asked him if he could take care of it, because it was really distracting her from driving. Gary was too aroused to stop, and too tired to say no. He opened his pants, closed his eyes and stroked his cock, thinking of Bernie, hearing Billy Royce's erotically charged songs in his head. He had heard a little noise beside him and opened his eyes to see Joyce with her slacks open, scrubbing her clit with quick little strokes. Their eyes had met, and Gary exploded into orgasm, followed by his girlfriend's mother. Joyce had driven him home, and they said good night.

They had never talked about that night since, but Gary had always been aware of Joyce as a sexual being. Once when he had stayed late with Bernie, he heard noises from Joyce's bedroom. He hadn't been able to help himself, and he stopped to listen, touching himself inside his pants. He heard the low whirr of a vibrator, a set of rising gasps, and a sigh. Bernie had caught him, dragged him to her bedroom, and made good use of his fresh erection. Bernie had teased him about it for a while, but hadn't seemed shocked or put out by Gary listening to her mother masturbate. He'd bet Bernie had told her mom sometime later, though. Gary swallowed and looked at Joyce.

"There's another reason you might want to take care of yourself," Joyce said.

"Huh?" Gary said.

"Bernie had something important she wanted me to ask you. I think your head will be clearer if all your blood isn't trapped below your waist."

Gary laughed, then sighed. "Something important?" he asked Joyce. "Something bad?" He really liked Bernie's mom, despite his complicated feelings about her. So if she wasn't trying to lead him on about something, he wanted to go along.

"Not necessarily," Joyce said. She crossed her arms over her naked breasts, then opened them again. Gary's cock jumped. She raised her eyebrows.

"Okay," said Gary. "But can we go inside?" His cock throbbed, anticipating release.

"Sure," Joyce said. His girlfriend's naked, suntan-oiled mother took his hand and led him through the pool gate and into the house. "I think we have the kind of hand lotion Bernie says you like to use for rubbing your penis. Let me know if you need any help."

Gary wondered if this was some scheme to get him so relaxed he'd say yes to anything. "What is this really about?" he asked. "I wonder if we should call Bernie first," he said.

"If you like," she said. "Just thought it would be easier. I like you, Gary, and I'm happy with how you're treating my daughter." She offered Gary a pump bottle of his favorite hand lotion.