Gary's mom

Gary continued explaining to Joyce. "It turned out it was my mom who walked in on us," he said. "She came by that night to, you know, have a little talk with me."

There had been a knock on Gary's door that night.

"Gary, can I come in?"

"Sure, mom," Gary said from his bed.

Gary's mother Veevee let herself into his bedroom and closed the door behind her. She took Gary's desk chair, now innocent of any trace of that afternoon's activity, and sat by his bed.

Veevee looked down at her son. "I wanted to apologize, Gary," she said. "This afternoon, I opened the door to ask you if you wanted anything from the store, and I saw you and Peter. I'm sorry for violating your privacy."

Gary blushed. Now his mother knew. Peter's mom and dad would probably know in a day or two, and what would they think?

"Don't worry," Veevee said. "Peter's mom told me a while ago that you two were having sex. Since she said you seemed to be doing it safely and responsibly, I didn't think I needed to bring it up. If your door was closed and I knew Peter was over, I would presume you might be having sex and I wouldn't have disturbed you."

Holy fuck, Gary thought. "Oh," he said.

"But if you haven't told Bernie you're having sex with Peter, you really should," Veevee said. "It could hurt her trust in you if she finds out from someone else."

A thought crossed Gary's mind. How long had it been been between hearing his mom calling through the door and seeing the door closing?

"Mom," Gary asked. "How long were you watching us?"

Now it was Veevee's turn to blush pink in the face. "I wanted to make sure you were using a condom," she said. "And I couldn't tell until you finished."

"Mom!?" Gary said. "How much did you see?"

Veevee looked down at the floor. "A lot," she said. She raised her eyes again to meet Gary's. Mother and son looked at one another, embarrassment and arousal written plainly on their faces. They looked quietly at each other, breathing deeply until the awkwardness of the moment softened.

Gary gave his mom a crooked half-smile. Clearly his mom had enjoyed watching him fucking Peter. Gary decided not to let it bother him. It actually kinda turned him on, now that he knew his mom wasn't mad at him.

"All right, mom," he said. "It's OK with me that you watched," Gary said. "It's not like you've never seen my dick hard before."

Veevee laughed. "Well, a bird in the b-hole isn't quite the same as a stiffie in the sauna," she said. The Menard family frequently took nude saunas together, and Gary or Hank occasionally got an erection at the cost of being teased by Veevee and Lillian.

Gary laughed. His mom must be feeling better if she could tease back. "Or a stroke for the sickly?" he teased. When Gary had been having pain and fever and was exhausted but couldn't sleep, Veevee had found out he was having trouble concentrating enough to soothe himself through masturbation. So Veevee took over for Gary, lubricating and stroking her son's penis until he came and was able to fall asleep. She had even bared her breasts to give Gary a visual focus to speed him to orgasm.

Their eyes locked again, and they looked silently at each other for a minute.

Gary slowly pulled back his bed covers to expose his erect penis.

Veevee opened the top of her nightshirt and exposed her breasts. Her fat pink nipples were erect.

"Did you know Bernie and her mom masturbate together?" Gary asked.

"Yes," Veevee said. "I've seen Bernie and Joyce masturbating at Joyce's Pleasure Circle. Joyce told me she often masturbates with Bernie if Bernie feels like company."

Gary put a hand on his penis. "Did Joyce tell you she watched me masturbate one time? That she made me jack off for her?"

"No," Veevee said. "When was that?"

"After a Billy Royce concert, Joyce picked us up. Bernie and I were making out in back. Pretty much just kissing and stuff, and clothes on, of course, but it got me hard. Joyce dropped Bernie at home first. When I got in front I was still touching myself up a little inside my pants, and Joyce stopped the car and said it was too distracting to her driving, I should just finish myself off. She watched me and jilled herself off too."

Veevee took a deep breath. Her exposed breasts rose and fell. Her eyes rested on Gary's penis as he touched himself. "OK, Gary, probably enough to talk about for one night," she said. "Peter's mom and I are OK about you boys having sex, but Bernie needs to know about it. You boys are using condoms for fucking, which is good common sense, but you also need to use them for sucking dick if you aren't already. But we should talk more."

"OK Mom," Gary said. He stroked his cock lightly as Veevee watched. "Thanks a lot. You gonna just go to bed now?" he asked.

Veevee reached her hand out. "Let me check if you have a fever," she said, and laid her palm on Gary's forehead. "Pretty warm. I wonder if you need any help getting to sleep?"

"Yeah, mom," Gary said.

Veevee pumped hand cream into her palm from a bottle on Gary's bedside table. She took her son's penis in one hand and cupped his balls with the other.

Gary continued his explanation of that night to Joyce. "Mom told me everything was OK with her, checked about safe sex. Said I needed to tell Bernie that I was having sex with Peter if I hadn't already."

"She's right about that," Joyce said evenly. "Your girlfriend -- my daughter -- should hear that from you."

Gary continued, "I said I felt OK about her watching me having sex. And we talked about you and Bernie a little, watching each other being sexual. But with what we were talking about, you know, we were teasing each other a little. And she was about to go, but instead she stayed. Just long enough to jack me off."

"Really," Joyce said. "I didn't think your family was open that way."

"I don't know," Gary said. "Sort of, I guess. We see each other naked a lot anyway and kind of tease around a little. And Mom had done it for me before when I was sick and couldn't sleep and was having trouble getting myself off. This time..."

Gary's lotion-slick penis twitched in his mother's pumping fist. Under his tight pink ball sac, his cock root swelled against her caressing fingertips. Her exposed breasts bounced gently with her motions.

"Are you close, honey?" she asked.

"Yeah Mom," Gary said.

"Let me try something," she said. "Lots of people like this. Me, your dad..." she chuckled. "I bet your friend Peter."

"OK Mom."

Veevee took one finger, pumped extra hand cream onto it, and touched it to Gary's anus. Gary sighed. She circled round the ring, feeling it pulse under her fingertip, then pressed in the center.

"Can I come in, son?"

"Yeah Mom," Gary said.

A hot, slick finger penetrated his ass.

"I loved watching you screw Peter, honey," Veevee said. "Have you screwed any other boys?"

"Yeah Mom. Trent, after a beach party."

"Have you ever had another boy's dick up your butt, Gary?"

"No Mom."

"Do you want to?"

"I dunno."

"I hope you get a chance to try it," Veevee said, stroking her finger in and out of her son's butt.

"Mom I'm gonna come..." Gary moaned.

"Yes, Gary, yes," she said, speeding up her fist on his shaft as she kept moving her finger in his butt.

"Fuck, here it comes...ah!" His penis jumped in his mother's hand as he came.

...this time, Mom put her finger in my butt. I guess I like it too, like you and Bernie."

"Yes," Joyce said, smiling and nodding. "I'll repeat my invitation. If you and your mother need a place to be sexual together, you can certainly come here. Naomi, um, Bernie, is OK for you to be sexual with your mother if you include her, as she said, and as she and I are sexual together, I can hardly have any objections. So how did things work around to that day in the van?"