Veevee asks if they like the taste

Bernie startled, hearing a gentle throat-clearing behind her on the bed.

"Mom?" Gary whispered.

His mother was awake, propped up on one elbow. His father was asleep on the far edge of the large bed.

Veevee smiled. "I saw you sucking on each other's thumbs," she said. "Did you like the taste?"

Gary blushed. "It's a turn-on," he said. "Bernie and I just started doing it together. Me licking her there. You, I, uh..." he stammered. "That taste. Yeah."

Bernie rolled over to face her boyfriend's mother, meeting her eyes with a calm, unashamed look. "Yes. My mother taught me that analingus was a healthy and normal sexual practice. My girlfriend Habiba taught me to love giving it. Sometimes I could make her come so hard that she'd be weeping and pounding the mattress. And if she wasn't finished, she'd do the same for me."

"Mmm," Veevee said. "I can see I missed a trick or two, pledging the straight girl sorority. But in college I never had to go looking for action. I could get as much dick as I wanted. Don't look surprised, son, your mom's always been a fast lady. Becoming a swinger made me bi. Same for your dad. We were lucky that way. You're both butthole lickers, then. So. Would you like to give Miss Rosy a wake-up call with your tongues and show me what I've been missing?"

Bernie turned around to Gary. He looked uncertain. "Please?" she said.