Sex with another man

Gary finished reading Bernie's confession of sneaking off to watch him. Gary's just-spent cock twitched at the thought of his girlfriend watching through the window of the Super Surf van that day, pink-faced and shocked by seeing him having sex with another man, but turned on. And forgiving.

There was a P.S. under another sealed fold. Gary opened it.

"P.S.: Mom says it's OK to do it at our house."

Gary looked up at Bernie's mom Joyce, nude and slightly sweaty from her recent self-supplied orgasm. She looked back at him with an even, friendly gaze.

"Oh," he said.

"It wouldn't be the first time under this roof," Joyce said. "And speaking as Bernie's mother, if you're going to be dipping your penis around, especially with other boys, I would feel better if you did it here where I can keep an eye on you."

"Oh," Gary said. He knew that Bernie discussed her sex life freely with her mother, including what she and Gary did together. He felt light-headed that his girlfriend's mother had just asked to take over the rest of his sex life. He did his best to keep his eyes on hers. Joyce looked serious, but not angry.

"I'm hardly a paragon, but I do try to set a good example," she said. "I expect that you act with responsibility and integrity with respect to my daughter, tell her when and how you're having sex with anyone else, and protect yourself from STDs. And if you need privacy, my spare bedroom would at least be better than a parked van."

Gary blushed red. "Um. 'Everyone' might not agree," he said.

Gary flashed back to that day.