"I think you should take your man upstairs."

Veevee stood close to Gary, scenting sweat and unfamiliar perfume on his skin. Gary's girlfriend Bernie Bernstein stood behind him, her arms wrapped round him.

"No hiding anything anymore," Bernie said. She looked at Gary's mom earnestly, her brown eyes steady under her pulled-back curly hair.

Veevee nodded. "Well, then," she said, looking at her son and his girlfriend. "I think you should take your man upstairs." She tugged up the cuff of Gary's shorts, letting his erection spring upward. "Here," she said, offering her son's penis to Bernie.

"Mom?" Gary said.

"Stick to your rule, hon," Veevee told Gary. "I think she's a keeper."

Gary's cock swelled in his mother's hand, weeping at the top.

Veevee looked at Bernie. "Unless you don't think he'll make it upstairs?"