Go along with Joyce

Bernie's mom had talked Gary into masturbating to relieve his distracting sexual arousal before she passed along Bernie's important question to him.

"Okay, but can we go inside?" he asked Joyce. His cock throbbed, anticipating release.

"Sounds like a good idea," Joyce said. His girlfriend's naked, suntan-oiled mother took his hand and led him through the pool gate and into the house. "Let me get down the kind of lotion Bernie says you use to masturbate." She turned away and got on a low step-stool to reach an upper shelf. Her butt wiggled attractively, and Gary's cock throbbed again. Joyce had a fuller version of Bernie's attractively curved figure, and her nude butt turned Gary on as much as her daughter's did.

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. "I think it'll be easier if you're more relaxed. I like you, Gary, and I'm happy with how you're treating my daughter. So I'd like you to stick around." She offered Gary a pump bottle of his favorite hand lotion.

He looked around. "Where...?"

"How about the living room?" Joyce suggested. "It's set up for a Pleasure Circle. There's a foam mattress on the floor, or some nice soft chairs. I'll spread out a towel for you."

"Okay, I guess," Gary said. He followed Joyce into the living room and chose a soft chair facing a picture of Bernie crossing the finish line at a charity run last year, pink-faced and leading with her chest.

"Let me know if you need any help," Joyce said.

Gary pumped a dollop of lotion onto his palm. "Actually there was something I wanted to ask you. This seems like the right time."

"Yes?" Joyce said. She spread out her own towel and settled down into a chair opposite him. Her golden breasts were bigger than Bernie's but softer, their dark brown nipples hanging lower down on her chest. Her belly was fuller, her navel deeper. Her dark, curly bush of pubic hair seemed less wild and lush than Bernie's, maybe trimmed a bit.

Gary started stroking his cock, up and down the shaft with a fist wet with lotion.

"That night in your car, after the Billy Royce concert?" Gary began. "After you dropped Bernie off?"

"Yes?" said Joyce, her voice soft. Gary saw her nostrils flare as she took a deep breath.

"Why did you stop the car and make me jerk off?" he asked.

Joyce paused, looked down, then met Gary's eyes and said, "By that time I was so aroused I couldn't stand having you right there in the front passenger seat, rubbing your penis inside your pants. You know what that concert was like. Everyone there got quite an erotic charge from Billy Royce's new songs...the ones about his new lover who turns him on to new things. I was only there to pick you up, but I'd been listening to his new album with those songs. And when you called, you interrupted me while I was masturbating. And after I picked you up, N... Bernie had me put the disc on in the car, and you and Bernie were making out in the back seat all the way home."

Gary felt his cock swelling, hearing his girlfriend's mom talk about getting horny listening to him and Bernie making out. He kept stroking up and down, giving an occasional squeeze to his cock head.

"What were you thinking about when you watched me yank my chain?" Gary asked.

"Bernie told me how wonderful it felt having sex with you, Gary," she said. "She had a big, bright smile when she told me about you. And she told me what a beautiful penis you had." She took a deep breath, making her breasts rise and sway. "I was looking at your penis and thinking she was right. And I was imagining that big bright smile on my daughter's face while that beautiful penis plunged deep inside her. I couldn't resist touching myself."

Gary moaned with pleasure, from his stroking hand and Joyce's story. He could see Joyce was getting excited telling about that time too.

"Do you want to touch yourself now?" Gary asked. "I mean, feel free. What you said to me. About the household?" He wasn't quite coherent, but he meant that Joyce had said that her house rules encouraged masturbation.

Joyce laughed. "Thank you, Gary," she said. "It's not quite the urge that it was that night. But I'll take your invitation, and my own advice about clearing my head." She spread her legs and cupped her pussy mound in both hands.

"Oh," Gary said. He watched his girlfriend's mom open her plump pussy lips and rub her fingers up and down the pink wet folds inside. Was she imagining the same scene she did in the car that night? Would Joyce get off on seeing it for real?

Gary's eyes met Joyce's. He decided Joyce would love to watch him fucking her daughter, but she had the basic respect for Bernie not to say so. But he felt a wild impulse to tell Bernie her mom would love to watch her getting a good dicking.

There were a few minutes of wordless quiet, with only the sounds of wet fingertips and deep breaths from Gary and Joyce as they masturbated, watching each other.

Joyce's chest picked up a faint rosy flush. She breathed deeper, slicked up one finger in her pussy juices and inserted it in her ass. "Hmmmmmm," she sighed with pleasure.

"What are you doing?" Gary asked.

"It feels good to put a finger in my anus when I'm close to coming," Joyce said. "Naomi likes it too. Does N-, does Bernie have you do it or is she still too shy to ask for what she likes?" Joyce asked. The rosy flush had spread to her face.

Gary imagined spreading his girlfriend's big buttocks, touching the taboo spot and seeing her squirm with pleasure, then penetrating her hot ass with his finger. His cock exploded in orgasm, splashing seed across his belly. Across the room, he heard the rising gasps of Joyce getting off. Through the pulses of his come, he vaguely saw his girlfriend's mom orgasming, rubbing her clit and fingering her ass through her moans and spasms.

Gary's climax ebbed. He sighed. His breathing was deep and slow, and he felt relaxed. Joyce handed him a warm, damp cloth, and he wiped himself off.

"Too shy," he finally answered Joyce. She nodded.

Joyce said, "Bernie left a note with an explanation and a question for you. She discussed it with me, so I might be able to answer some questions about it. I'm not saying I agree 100% with Miss Naomi Bernice Bernstein on how she's going about this, but I'm doing my best to help her."

"What's this about?" Gary asked again.

Joyce handed Gary a folded note with his name on it, sealed with stickers showing a Valentine heart and a yellow rose. Yellow rose. Apologies? He opened it and began to read. It started...

"Gary, I have a confession to make..."