Tell him why

Bernie crouched naked on the bed between Hank Menard's thighs, shivering with anger, embarrassment, and confusion with Hank and Veevee looking down where they'd pulled the covers off her. She thought that her boyfriend's parents were mad at her and their kids Gary and Lil after catching them all having sex together, but now they were making jokes about it and the incredible bed-hopping that had followed. She was about to flee but Veevee stopped her.

"Wait a minute dear, you can't just leave him there like that." Veevee said, pointing at Hank's erect cock.

"What?" Bernie said.

"It's too late for pretend, sugar," Veevee said. "Tell Hank what you saw that put a bee up your butt to get back at me. Not that we think of it that way."

Hank laughed. "We're not mad, Bernie. We love you for being good to Lil, who's been going through so much, and to Gary, who's got a worse wandering eye than I ever did. Truth be told, I'm happier for Lil to be boinking her brother for a while than most of the sorry pricks she's snagged her panties on. And if part of the Bernie Bernstein cure for my daughter's heartache is strapping it on and fucking it out of her, more power to you."

Bernie's jaw hung loose. Her face was crimson for having been caught in Hank and Veevee's bed with her mouth on Hank's cock. She had been so outraged by catching Veevee with her boyfriend Gary -- Veevee's own son -- after sending them all to their separate beds that she acted in an impulse of **** and burrowed under the covers, pretending to be Veevee. And now... was it all OK? Now what?

"Just tell us what brought you here, sweetheart," Veevee said. "I admit I crossed the line first. I couldn't pretend we didn't walk in on you-all, so I had to say something. If we didn't act shocked, I'm sure I you would have been. I couldn't very well say we were not only pleased that you-all were all ringin' each other's bells, it made us horny as hell. I figured I should wait until morning till we were all rested enough to think straight so I could convince you I'd thought it over and it wasn't that bad. But my slut of a cunt was so hot after catching you girls at it again, she couldn't rest until she'd had her piece. I was too tired to argue her down, and she took it. Confession is good for the soul. Now your turn, dear. If you can suck my husband's dick, you can tell him why."

Bernie swallowed and took a deep breath. "Um, Lil couldn't sleep and she came to my room. W-we had sex. When we came I could hear Veevee coming right outside and bumping into the door. I was really mad that she was perving on us after that whole scene downstairs, sending us off to separate bedrooms. But Lil didn't notice so I just sent her off to bed. When I got out of the bathroom, I heard Gary call my name. I went to his room, the door was closed so I listened. Gary said 'Mom!!' Then I heard Veevee said she was going to give Gary a blow job and fuck him. I figured Gary would send her away, but the next I heard they were kissing. Making out. I listened. Finally I opened the door and I saw Veevee on top of Gary sucking his cock, and Gary sucking...sucking on his mother's clit." Bernie's heart thudded and her ears burned hot, telling the story next to the woman who had so outraged her. Her breath came deep and fast, and she felt as dizzy as the first time she saw it. "Then I saw Veevee roll off. When Gary got on top of her, when I saw his cock go into her pussy, when I saw t-that mother fucker's butt start going up and down, I closed the door and went here."

Hank wished he'd been there to see his son pumping cock into his mother like he'd seen Gary doing earlier in the living room. Hank's cock had gotten so hard watching his son's butt go up and down, balls jiggling as he fucked hard into the partner who turned out to be his sister Lil. And he could picture how Gary's blond-fuzzed butthole winked when he shot his load.

Bernie sobbed. Tears ran down her face.

"Sit up, hon," Hank said, and helped Bernie to a sitting position. He put an arm around her shoulders and held her. Gradually her breathing slowed.

Hank dabbed at her tears. "You hate us?" he asked.

She shook her head.

"You still love Gary, with what he did?" Hank asked.

She nodded. "Uh-huh," she rasped out. "It's not, it's not like I've never..." she took a shuddering breath, "like I've NEVER done it with MY mom." She took a deep breath and sighed it out, then giggled nervously. "Did you know we masturbate together?"

"Joyce told me, hon," Veevee said. "She was hoping Lil and I might come to her Pleasure Circles, but I thought Lil was too shy to show off her pussy at a jill-off. Maybe she's not."

"Do you still want to go through with it, Bernie?" Hank asked. "Or is there a better way to make it up to you?"

"Yes, honey," Veevee said. "You're welcome to suck my husband's cock if it makes you feel good. How can we be good to you tonight?"

Bernie blinked and swallowed.