Start massaging Joyce's front

Joyce moved over to the floor mattress. "Would you like to start by massaging my back? Or my front?" she asked.

Gary looked into Joyce's eyes. Calm, yet intensely present, with none of the hesitation he often saw in Bernie's glances. Gary looked over to Bernie and raised his eyebrows in a question.

Bernie nodded to Gary. She said, "How about we start on your front, Mom."

"Excellent," Joyce said. "I think the massage oil should be nice and warm by now." She smiled. "Though today, it hardly needs it." The heavy base of the dish of massage oil trailed a cord into the same power strip where the vibrators were plugged in. A little neon bulb glowed soft orange-pink to show the heating element was on.

Bernie nodded and said, "It is a little warm today, even inside."

"I like it that way," Joyce said. "You know me, I'm like a big lizard."

Gary nodded. "Yeah," he said.

Bernie laughed. "C'mon," she said.

But it was true. As often as not, when Gary came over, Joyce was in the back yard, sunbathing nude by the pool. The deeper gold hue of her skin showed the touch of the sun.

Joyce lay down on her back atop the floor mattress. Her soft, heavy breasts slumped to the sides, leaving the dome of Joyce's belly as the high point of her profile.

"You ever done a massage together?" Bernie asked Gary.

He shook his head. "No."

"It's fun, okay. C'mon, get your towel and sit down on this side," Bernie said, gesturing. "I'll take the other side." Bernie dipped her hands into the oil warmer. "Hold out your hands."

Bernie slicked up Gary's hands with the warm oil. It felt thick and clingy on his hands.

"Now do what I do," Bernie said.

They started at Joyce's feet, tracing a thumb or a finger between each pair of toes, tugging each toe gently, and kneading the bottoms of her feet. Joyce sighed happily as Bernie and Gary worked on her together, with Bernie giving Gary occasional guidance in his strokes. From time to time Bernie would reach out and demonstrated on Gary's forearm or shoulder, saying something like, "More like this. Feel that?"

Gary took sidelong glances at Bernie as she was working. Her heavy breasts bounced gently as she put weight into her massage strokes. Gary's nose tickled as he scented Bernie's sweat. In the warm room, they were both perspiring a bit.

They worked their way up Joyce's legs to her hips. Bernie cupped her hand over Joyce's bushy mound and held it there, nodding to Gary. Gary covered Bernie's hand with his, feeling the tickle of Joyce's bush on his fingertips. Joyce took deep breaths. They moved on to massage Joyce's soft belly and sides, with Bernie guiding Gary about how best to do the strokes. Bernie rubbed both hands together for extra warmth and cupped a gentle hand over Joyce's nipple. Gary did the same on his side, rubbing for warmth and cupping.

"Ah, bliss," Joyce said, feeling Gary and Bernie cup their warm hands over her nipples.

"Arms, now," Bernie directed.

Gary and Bernie did the same for Joyce's arms as they had done with her legs, starting with her fingers and fingertips, working up toward her shoulders. They lifted each arm gently so they could massage all sides, then gently laid it down again.

Joyce purred as Gary and Bernie massaged her shoulders and neck.

"That's good. So good," Joyce said.

Bernie said, "Hold up your hands, Gary." She held up her hands to his and rubbed. "Let me get you more oil." she said. "You start on Mom's breasts. I'll work on her head." She transferred a generous amound of oil onto Gary's hands and wiped some of the rest onto the top of Joyce's breasts. She wiped both hands on a towel util they were no longer slippery and sat at the head of the mattress.

"Mom," Bernie said, "Would you scoot up and put your head in my lap?"

"Gladly, darling," Joyce said. She slid up the floor mattress until her head was in her daughter's lap. She looked up at Bernie and smiled. "I love it when you rub my head."

Bernie dug her fingertips into her mother's temples and kneaded and stretched. Joyce's mop of curly dark hair bounced as her daughter massaged her scalp.

"So good, Bernie dear, so good," she said. "Oh, and Gary?" she added. "Just get up on top of me, sit on my belly. That'll make it easier to reach. and I'm no fragile flower."

Gary straddled Joyce's belly and sat down atop her soft curves. Her golden skin was warm and yielding under him. Gary bent forward, rubbed his hands together to warm the oil, and cupped them over her nipples.

"Oh yes, both of you," Joyce said. "More, more. Harder. Yes."

Gary kneaded Joyce's breasts. The scent of the warm oil on her skin tickled his nose. His penis throbbed and rose again after it had subsided during the earlier, more strictly sensual part of the massage. Joyce's warm skin under his thighs -- under his balls -- gave him constant stimulation, especially as his weight shifted with the motions of his arms. He could feel the stiff, puckered skin round Joyce's aroused nipples.

Joyce slid a hand up her side and between Gary's legs, cupping the base of his penis. "You have lovely balls, Gary," she said. "I'm so happy I can touch them."

Gary paused as Joyce's hand, warm and slightly slippery from oil, closed round his balls.

"If that's not too distracting," Joyce added, her voice pitched low and sexy.

Gary's cock hardened with her touch.

"Maybe," he said. "Depends on how good a massage you want from me."

Gary looked at Bernie's face. His girlfriend was almost frowning, looking like she was holding back a remark like Oh mom or something.

"I'm ready for something more than massage," Joyce said.

Bernie stroked her fingertips through Joyce's hair and looked down at her mom's face. "What would you like, mom?" she asked.

Joyce smiled up at her daughter, looking up at Bernie's full, heavy breasts. She rolled her head side to side, pressing the top of her head against Bernie's pubic mound, rubbing her hair against Bernie's bush. She squeezed gently on Gary's balls. Gary and Bernie sighed as Joyce stimulated them, taking the initiative.

"Let me get up, then you two lie down on the mattress together," Joyce said.

They rearranged their positions. Joyce rummaged amid the toys and supplies and readied what she needed.