What's Gary and Bernie's favorite sex position?

"What else did your mother ask?" Joyce prompted her daughter's boyfriend. "After you took off your shorts to show off your erection to her?"

Gary and Joyce sat nude in Joyce's living room facing each other after they had masturbated together at Joyce's suggestion. Gary's recently spent cock swelled again as he told Joyce about the day Gary had sex in the back of the Super Surf Van with his mother Veevee, and Joyce's daughter -- Gary's girlfriend -- had watched them. The episode in the van had followed quickly after the time Veevee had walked into Gary's room while Gary was standing, fucking his best friend Peter Walker from behind as Peter kneeled in Gary's desk chair. Gary's mom had watched her son fuck Peter until Peter came, followed quickly by Gary.

Gary continued, "Then Mom asked me...she asked me to tell her what was our favorite position. Bernie and me. For sexual intercourse. And what made it our favorite."

Joyce smiled. "What is your favorite position?" she asked.

Gary swallowed again. His face felt warm and there was a definite pulse in his naked cock. "We do a lot of kissing and stuff. Touching. When she's ready, she gets on top and puts my dick in her. Um." Joyce smiled encouragingly and nodded at him. "And sits down. So she can kind of ride on me till she comes. I, I like watching her titties bounce. Then after Bernie gets off, I mean when she comes, I like to take her from behind. I love that because she has a beautiful ass." Gary took a breath, remembering what it looked like, and continued. "Or sometimes she wants to kiss me or spread her legs, so I get in her from on top instead. Sometimes she'll come again before I do, maybe if I slow down a little while she touches herself."

"Thank you, Gary," Joyce said. "Thank you for telling me how you and Naomi, ah, Bernie, like to have sexual intercourse. You bring me such joy to know how you come together. And how you care for her pleasure. I feel happy just hearing how much pleasure my daughter has when she welcomes your penis to honor her sexual center."

Gary realized that Joyce probably already knew their favorite sex position. Bernie told her mom everything about her sex life.

"So yeah," Gary said. "I told Mom about our favorite sex position. Positions. She liked that."

"I can just see you two, honey," Gary's mom replied, starting to stroke her fingers through her slick pussy lips, showing off for him. "Seeing her big titties bounce when she rides your big hard cock. Seeing her butt ripple when you pound her from behind."

"Oh Mom," Gary said.

"I would go off like a skyrocket seeing you in Bernie, hon," Veevee said. "Your beautiful cock going in and out. Those thick rosy-brown pussy lips hugging your shaft."

"Mom?" Gary asked.

"I know what she looks like there," Veevee said. "I've been to Joyce's Pleasure Circles. The first time I met Bernie, I got to help her mother jill her off. Joyce was rubbing Bernie's clit while I had my fingers inside her."

"Mom!?" Gary said. His naked penis sagged away from its firm erection.

"Keep touching yourself, honey, don't go soft." his mom said. "Bernie looks so pretty when she comes. She just gets stars in her eyes and tosses all that curly dark hair all over. You must love seeing that, honey. Later on Bernie and Joyce jilled me off. Bernie finished me off all by herself after her mom went to help some novice gals get going with each other. Your girl knows her way around a lady's treasure box, for sure."

Gary's erection returned, redoubled, at the thought of Joyce and Bernie petting his mom's blond-fleeced pussy. He breathed in the scent of her arousal, rising from the slippery pink labia she was stroking right under his nose.

"You and Bernie got each other off?" Gary asked.

"Yes, honey," Veevee said. "Later on when we were talking after the Circle, we found out that you and Bernie shared a couple classes at college. So I told her about what a fine young man you were. That I hoped some nice girl would grab you before someone like Sharon flashed her titties under your nose. Sorry, honey, I was a little worried you might have a re-run. So I was really happy when you two started spending time together."

Gary blinked. "Did you ever...?"

Veevee laughed. "No, hon, that was my last Pleasure Circle. Miss Bernie Bernstein and I only touched each other's goodie boxes that one time. Before you two really knew each other." She stroked her fingers lazily along her spread vulva.

Gary took a deep breath. His erection held. He smiled. "Thanks, Mom," he said. He really did care for Bernie, and even if their moms might have pushed them together without telling him, Bernie was sweet and sexy and loving. And almost nothing like Sharon.

"Stroke yourself, honey," Veevee said. "Are you ready to see me come?"

Gary rubbed his cock shaft, sliding his foreskin on and off the big head. "Almost ready, Mom. Do you think she'll be OK with me and Peter?" Gary asked, remembering the scene Mom had walked in on that had started this whole -- was it conversation? masturbation?

"She'll understand that some people swing both ways," Veevee said. "Her mother is a sex educator and she dated only girls for a while. But you do have to tell her. You should have told her before."

"Yes," Gary said. "I didn't think about it 'cause me and Peter hadn't done anything for a while." The quiet little wet sounds of his mother's fingertips in her pussy were loud in Gary's ears. He saw her cheeks and ears were flushed with high color and her pink nipples were sticking out, two little erections tipping her breasts. He took a deep breath. "It's crazy," he said. "We've all touched each other and seen each other come. Almost. Me and Bernie, me and you, you and Bernie, Bernie and her mom. I guess the only thing is that I haven't touched you or seen you come, Mom."

"God loves love, Gary. All kinds of love. Sometimes that scares people," Veevee said. "I'm ready to show you how I come. Do you want to touch me?"

"I guess I'd have to tell Bernie?" Gary said.

"Yes you have to, hon, but a girl who masturbates with her mother, touching each other, well, I think she'll understand."

"Will you tell Dad?" Gary asked, a tickle of fear running down his spine.

"Of course, hon," Veevee said. "He won't be bothered any more than when Peter's mom told us you boys were having sex together. Or when I told him I helped you pop yourself off when you were sick and not sleeping."

"Oh," Gary said. His body tingled. "Dad knows all that?" His dad had never seemed to treat him any differently. Maybe he didn't mind.

"Sure, hon," Veevee said. "Do you want to touch me?"

Gary cleared his throat. "So that's how things got that far," he said. "Me and mom naked in the back of the Super Surf Van. Talking about sex. Me and Bernie and me and Peter and Bernie and her and you, you know, in the Pleasure Circle." Gary's recently spent penis twitched and swelled. "And that I had to be more honest with Bernie." He gave a little, rueful smile. "Who was there looking through the window of the van. And I guess you know what she saw next."

Gary had sat down in front of his mother and reached out a hand to caress her blonde bush, then curled two fingers to nestle in the base of her wet, spread labia as she strummed her clit. At her encouragement, he curled them inside her vagina, hot and wet and slippery to his touch. She had squinted her eyes tight and jilled herself harder. Her face grew tight. He felt her hips twitch and her muscles squeeze tightly as she came, rolling her shoulders and jerking her head forward with each pulse of her orgasm. When she came to rest, he got to his knees and stroked himself, spilling his seed across her breasts, belly, and bush. Afterward, they had lain down beside each other, just touching, drifting in sensation until the van air conditioning had started to feel chilly. They had used Stuart's towels to pat themselves dry before they dressed and left.

Joyce shifted her nude body in the chair opposite Gary. "Yes, she told me," she said evenly. "And if you have sex again with your mother, or with your friend Peter, Naomi Bernice wants to be there with you, not outside the door. No more hiding."

"I don't guess I have anything left to hide," Gary said. "I don't want to lose Bernie."

"I don't want my daughter to lose you," she said. "I think you're an exceptional young man in many ways, and you've been loving, kind, and supportive to her. I've seen her blossom since she's been with you." She smiled. "And she tells me your penis, especially that big head, brings her remarkable pleasure during intercourse."

Gary swallowed. His penis had recovered about a half-erection. "Guess I better give her a call," he said.

"Certainly," Joyce said. "Would you like a glass of water first?"

"Thanks," Gary said, "Yes, I would."

"Bernie," he said to his girlfriend over the phone, "Your mom gave me your note. Guess we should talk?"

"Uh-huh," Bernie said. "How're you feeling?" Her voice sounded cautious, but even.

"Shook up," he said.

"Yes. Me too, that day. But I took some time to think about it," she said.

"I guess you don't hate me," Gary said.

"No," she said. "Not even a little. You're really special to me. But I am hurt."

"Is Lil right there?" Gary asked.

"No, she's a couple of aisles over in the store," Bernie said.

"What can I do?" Gary asked.

"Am I... am I important to you?" Bernie asked.

"Yes," Gary said. "Yes. Very important."

"Then promise me you'll never hide anything about your sex life," she said.

Gary swallowed. "I promise."

"And answer my questions?"

"Yes. I promise." Gary said.

Bernie sighed. Relief, Gary thought.

"Thanks," Bernie said. "I have a few things to tell you too. You want to talk tonight, after dinner?"

"Sure," Gary said. "You having fun at the mall?"

Bernie laughed. "It's air-conditioned. What's not to like?" She paused. "Sure, it's actually fun spending time with Lil. She's not moping, anyway."

"Thanks for being with her," Gary said. "I was kind of worried."

"Okay," Bernie said. "I'll call you when we're ready for you to pick us up."

"Right on," Gary said. "Love you," he added tentatively.

"Love you," Bernie said. "Later."