Start massaging Joyce's back

Joyce moved over to the floor mattress. "Would you like to start by massaging my back? Or my front?" she asked.

Gary looked into Joyce's deep brown eyes. So like Bernie's, sweet and present. So unlike Bernie's. Confident. Shameless. Gary still felt breathless from Joyce's kiss, his cock throbbing. He swallowed.

"Your back?" he said.

"Very good," Joyce purred. She arranged pillows on the floor mattress, setting up one to be under her belly and placing a ring-shaped cushion to hold her face. She settled down on the mattress with her knees slightly parted, the pillow elevating her buttocks.

Gary started at Joyce's shoulders, holding out his hands first for Bernie to rub on a thick coat of warmed massage oil. He kneaded Joyce's shoulders and back, squeezing and rolling her flesh in his hands, the soft outer folds and curves underlain by strong muscles of her own. Though Joyce sometimes seemed lazy, even indolent, her folds of soft flesh being the result of self-indulgence, Gary felt the strength in her core. When she rolled her shoulders under his hands, he knew that if she wanted, Joyce was strong enough to roll over and pin him. Bernie was stronger than she looked, but Joyce felt stronger yet, surprising him.

As Gary massaged and kneaded his way down Joyce's back, Bernie worked his way up Joyce's legs, lifting each foot and working on Joyce's toes, squeezing, tugging, rolling and stroking her fingers in between, then giving each sole attention from both thumbs.

"Ah, bliss," Joyce sighed. "You can press harder, Gary. Use your weight. Really push with your thumbs."

Gary dug his thumbs into the muscles between Joyce's shoulder blades, kneading hard, alternating with putting his whole weight on the heels of his hands. He heard a dull pop from Joyce's back. "Ah, oh, oooohh," Joyce sighed. She breathed in deeply and let her breath flow out. Her body went loose under Gary's hands. She broke wind.

"Thank you for farting, mom!" Bernie said.

Gary looked around to see Bernie with an impish grin on her face. She was massaging her way up Joyce's lower legs.

Joyce said, "Thank you for thanking me, dear. In your own special way." She laughed. "Gary, that is almost what we say at Pleasure Circles. It can be an uncomfortable situation for women to be nude together. Working with stretching, massage, relaxation and breathing, sometimes you hear natural sounds. Many women are quick to feel embarrassed. But if you're embarrassed, you withdraw and aren't wholly present. The other participants are a little anxious. Either way, they're holding back. And the Pleasure Circle doesn't work if the participants are holding themselves back. So if one of our ladies has to cough, or belch, or especially if she farts in circle, we encourage her to stay fully present by thanking her." Joyce laughed again. "Though usually all we say is, 'Thank you.'"

Gary could see Bernie rolling her eyes at Joyce's speech. He figured that Bernie had heard a lot of hot air on the topic of Pleasure Circles from her mom.

Bernie dipped her fingertips in the warm oil and rubbed her hands together, then started kneading one of Joyce's thighs.

"Oh, that's good, darling," Joyce said.

Gary turned back toward Joyce's head. He resumed kneading and stroking his way down Joyce's back, using Joyce's sounds and movements as his guide. He dug his thumbs in and rocked his weight onto the heels of his hands. Joyce purred. Again as Joyce moved under him, Gary was impressed by the strong core of Joyce's body under the soft folds of her back flesh. She could roll him off in a second.

As Gary reached the middle of Joyce's back, he put less weight into his strokes and more strength into his kneading. Bernie had made it up to the top of Joyce's thighs. From the rhythm of Joyce's sighs, she was responding to Bernie's touch. Gary dipped up some more warm oil and turned to face Bernie. As Gary reached the top of Joyce's broad, big, soft buttocks, Bernie reached the bottom.

"Oh yes, dears, oh yes," Joyce sighed as Gary and Bernie's hands converged.

When their fingertips touched, Gary looked into Bernie's eyes. They looked wide, liquid and yearning. Gary leaned forward and kissed Bernie's lips, resting his weight on his hands atop Joyce's buttocks. Bernie did the same.

"Oh, my darlings, my darlings," Joyce sighed. As Gary and Bernie put more weight on their hands, Joyce's buttocks parted under them. "Yes, yes."

Gary and Bernie kissed each other hungrily as they rested atop Joyce's buttocks, her curves big and soft, but ultimately firm at the center.

"Squeeze me, dig in your fingers, my lovely darlings," Joyce said.

As Gary and Bernie kissed deeply, their tongues battling from his mouth to hers, they followed Joyce's direction, squeezing their hands deep into Joyce's soft buttocks.

"Touch me, touch me now," Joyce said. "Oh, yes, Naomi, Bernie, yes!"

Without taking her lips from Gary's Bernie had reached between her mother's legs and started masturbating her with her fingers.

"Mmm, mmm-mmm!" Gary hummed, his lips on Bernie's. Feeling Bernie's body move rhythmically as she fingered her mom's pussy, Gary reached out and touched Bernie's vulva. She was wet and hot and not just from the warm room and exertion of massage.

"Mmm, MMMMM!" Bernie moaned. She pulled her head back to take a breath. "Yes, Gary, yes, ohh-hhh."

"Oh, I'm ready," Joyce said. "Enough massage now, really. Give me more. More."

"Mom?" Bernie said. She gently stroked her finger up and down between Joyce's swollen labia. "What else do you want?"