Nana's hooked up with a young man already

Nana looked up at Gary and Bernie. "I'm afraid this nice young man has first call," she told them. "But his mama's looking for some company."

Nana's fingers were interlaced with a young man barely out of his teens with smooth, medium brown skin, a puff of curly dark hair and green eyes. His thick cock twitched, partly erect. He was feeding Nana grapes from a bowl.

"There's my man," she told the young man. Grandpa M was coming back, wet from a dip in the river. "Frank, this is DuBois," she introduced the young man. "Let's head back to the RV."

Frank and Nana walked off with the young man, leaving Gary and Bernie with his mother.

"Vicki," she introduced herself. DuBois' mom looked somewhere in her upper thirties or early forties. Younger than Gary or Bernie's moms, for sure. Where DuBois was brown, she was pink and blonde, with blue eyes and a pinky-gold glow on the skin of her her head and shoulders from sun. She wore a red-white-and-blue halter top with stars over her nipples to hold up her heavy breasts, bigger than Bernie's. On top of her blonde waves was perched a beat-up, stained old uniform cap marked BUS DRIVER.

Gary might not have guessed at first that they were mother and son -- too close in age and too different in coloration -- but he could see DuBois and Vicki had a similar cast to their eyes and foreheads, and had almost the same smile.

"You two came with Frank and Marlene," Vicki said.

"Uh-huh," Gary said. Marlene was Nana's given name, though he rarely heard or used it. "It's been quite the road trip." He squeezed Bernie's hand.

Vicki grinned. "You've been having a good time together. Frank and Marlene like to pick up a young man, a young couple sometimes. How long've you been on the trip?"

"From the start," Gary said, shrugging.

"Guess you're something special," Vicki said.

"I think so," Bernie said, squeezing Gary's hand.

"I'm glad Frank and Marlene came back through," Vicki said. "She'll give my boy a good start. Young man shouldn't go off into the army a virgin." She looked at Gary and Bernie's faces. "No, he's all right. He's just shy, and kind of a romantic. Marlene will set him straight." She smiled. "Good to start off with someone who knows what they're doing. How about you two?"

"Pardon?" Gary said.

"You two do it with someone older and wiser, the first time?" Vicki asked. "Or was it all that awkward fumbling stuff?"

"Fumbling," Gary said. "I got better."

Bernie laughed. "Fumbling. But me too," she said.

"My first time was with DuBois' dad, rest his soul," Vicki said. "I was a camp counselor, he was the bus driver." She put a hand up and stroked the brim of the old bus driver's cap. "Now he knew his way round a pussy."

"I'm sorry to hear he's gone," Bernie said.

"Died the way he was hoping to," Vicki said. "Heart gave out after he gave it to me hard and fast over the balcony rail on our second honeymoon."

Gary bowed his head to hide a helpless grin.

Vicki tilted her head. "Or really our first honeymoon, I guess, we didn't really go anywhere after we got married. I miss him, but he had his threescore and ten and more, and we had twelve good years together with never a cold bed or a empty pussy, could a gal ask for more?"

Gary took a deep breath and looked up. "Guess not." So DuBois' dad must have been in his sixties when he and Vicki hooked up. That must have been some scandal. But they'd stayed together through it all.

"Marlene said..." Bernie started. "Marlene said you were looking for some company?"

"Wouldn't mind," Vicki said. "You like ladies? So do I." She looked at Gary. "And gentlemen of course." She smiled at both of them. "So pull up a chair and tell me what you like. And what you like about each other." She looked at Gary, then Bernie. "You're an ass man, right?"

Gary blushed.

Bernie giggled. "Yup," she said. "Gary is an ass man. He's a good man, too, does what you tell him, doesn't do what you tell him not to."

"That's a wonder," Vicki said. "You two ever made it with another lady together?"

They nodded.

"Oh, of course, Marlene," Vicki said. "Silly of me."

Gary felt a moment of dizziness. At least Vicki didn't know that Marlene was his grandmother.

"So, tell me what you do with Marlene," Vicki said. "Might be a good bet with me too."

Bernie saw that Gary was tongue-tied.

"You good with that, Gary?" she asked.

Gary nodded. "Go ahead, say," he told Bernie.

"Well, toward the start of the trip," Bernie said. "We started with all kissing together, then me going down on Marlene until she came, and then Gary would have intercourse with her."

"Sounds like Marlene," Vicki said. "Her and her young men. Though she tells me it's hard to find a lady who knows what to do with another gal's pussy. I know I don't, she told me. Sounds like you do."

Bernie laughed. "Yes," she said. "But the last couple weeks, Gary and I have been working together more, you know, both of us using our mouths and hands together at the same time."

"Mmm, interesting," Vicki said. "You don't get in each other's way?"

"Well, a little at first," Bernie said. "Not now."

"You want to take off those towels and show me the goods?" Vicki asked.

Bernie and Gary unwrapped the towels from round their waists. Gary's cock twitched and rose to half-mast. Bernie's pale golden belly curved out over the top of her bushy pubic mound.

"I'm liking what I'm seeing," Vicki said. "Here, let me." She shimmied down her beat-up old denim cutoffs.

Gary looked over the heavy-breasted, heavy-hipped blonde wearing halter top, bus driver's cap, and flip-flop sandals. Her bush was a darker blonde than the hair on her head, and her prominent, deep pink inner labia pouted out from her thick outer labia. She lifted one heel up on her chair, spreading her pussy wider.

"Like what you see?" Vicki asked.

"Yes," Bernie said, a full beat faster than Gary's "Very much."

"Then I think we should grab a couple water bottles and take this party to my tent," Vicki said.

The path to Vicki's tent led along beside Grandpa M and Nana's RV, which was gently rocking. From out the open window, the sounds of rhythmic sighs and the slap of skin against skin were easy to hear.

"That's my boy," Vicki said as she led Gary and Bernie past.

DuBois had brought his virginity to Nana's door, and he was leaving it with her.

Down a gentle tree-covered slope was a six-man tent, tall enough to stand up in, pitched on a flat spot.

Vicki bent down and unzipped the door, giving Gary and Bernie an outstanding ass shot. "Welcome to my parlor," she said, stepping into the tent and beckoning.