Stroke slow

Hank sat on a towel in the sauna with the heat off after Gary had left, stroking his cock slowly, thinking over what he knew about his son's sexual experiences.

"Damn, Vee," he said. His wife Veevee had gotten together with their son Gary in Stuart's Super Surf Van to jack and jill off together. And then again, today after their return from their interrupted cruise, Vee had jacked Gary off again with Bernie watching. At least she'd fessed up right away after Hank woke up. "You just love those big cocks, Vee," Hank said to himself.

He'd known that Veevee had given Gary a "sleeping pill" hand-job a couple times when he was sick and had trouble sleeping, but it sounded like when Veevee had walked in on Gary fucking Peter, it had fired something up inside her. They'd had a talk, she jacked him off, they got together again on campus, then Bernie had caught them, and it had been kind of sex pinball with Gary as the ball, jacking off in front of Bernie's mom, fucking Dr. Rubin and his wife up the ass, and coming back full circle to another handjob from Veevee with her fingers up his butt.

Hank didn't know if he wished he'd seen Veevee doing her magic on their son, or whether he'd rather it just hadn't happened. God loves love, Veevee often said. He sighed. "Welp." Hank ruefully admitted to himself that he'd like to have seen his son shoot off through his mom's hand while she fingered his ass. And if he'd caught Gary dicking Peter like Veevee did, he probably would have watched Gary's butt as he thrust away till Gary shot his load into Peter, just the same as Vee.

Hank's cock wept pre-cum as he stroked slowly. "Yeah," he sighed, closing his eyes. "Fuck, Gary, you're getting off to quite the start. Stick by your girl. Don't mess it up."

It was probably a good thing that Gary was moving out and getting together with Bernie so they could take starter jobs at Jim Walker's company. Because if he knew Veevee, he knew it was going to happen again.

There was a knock from outside the sauna. "Hon?" Veevee said through the door.

Hank threw the towel over his hard-on in case Gary or Lil was there too. "Come on in."

"I saw Gary come back, I wondered what was keeping you," Veevee said. She was wearing a long T-shirt as a nightdress.

Hank said, "Close the door."

Veevee closed the door and sat down.

"Thinking," he said. He uncovered his erection. "Thinking I kind of wished I'd seen you make our boy shoot off. But."

"But?" Veevee said.

Hank said, "Thinking it's a good idea he's moving out to be with Bernie, since if he's here, you're gonna keep doing it, and even if it's okay with Bernie that you're jacking off her boyfriend, sometime Lil's gonna catch you with your hand on Gary's dick."

Veevee blushed. "Well," she said.

"So did you give Gary another sleeping pill tonight?" Hank asked.