Veevee on her back like Gary does Bernie

"Like the way you do it with me," Bernie said. "The regular way, on my back."

"Oh, okay," Gary said. "Okay, Mom."

Veevee nodded and extended her hand to her naked son. "Lead on, sonny."

Gary took his mother's hand and led her to the floor mattress that had been the center of last night's party.

Hank and Veevee had walked in on a sex party in their living room to see Gary on top of tanned surf dude Stuart, coming hard up the older man's ass. Stuart's group were leaning close, watching the spectacle of their main man, a priapic bisexual top who regularly fucked most of them, actually taking cock from a guy who didn't surf.

Gary helped Veevee down to the mattress. She smiled at her son. "Thank you, Gary." She turned to Gary's girlfriend. "I hope he's a gentleman with you too, Bernie."

Bernie nodded. "Yes. Gary is kind and sweet to me." Her eyes drifted up to one side as she remembered, then met Veevee's gaze. She smiled. "Always."

Veevee leaned back on the mattress and spread her knees. Morning light shone in slanting sunbeams from the windows, making her blonde bush glow gold. Gary settled between her thighs. He breathed in, warm and sweet and salty.

"Show me," Bernie told him.

Gary kissed one side, then the other, her curls tickling his nose. He raised his palms and pressed gently, parting her outer lips, breathing in a stronger scent from her pink inner folds. Gary's mouth watered. He swallowed and bent his head to kiss the center. Kiss, kiss, kiss.

Bernie lay a warm hand on Gary's back as he lost himself in her sweet, soft, slippery, salty, musky folds.

Veevee sighed and tilted her hips to press forward, meeting Gary's lips, kissing back with the lips of her lower mouth.

Gary parted his lips and pushed his tongue forward. Salt. Sour. Oh yes. Yes. Gary swallowed again. Bernie rubbed gently between his shoulders.

Veevee sighed in pleasure, gently rocking her hips while Gary tongued her. "Mm-hmm, like that. Like that."

Upstairs, Lil was watching, one hand holding the railing of the hallway overlooking the living room. It was like last night again, watching the action on the floor mattress. But this time, Mom was the center of attention. And GARY was eating her out. Wow. And Bernie was right there with him, giving directions, her head next to Gary's. Double wow.

Lil heard a quiet cough behind her. She turned her head and froze. Dad!.

Hank smiled, shrugged, and put a finger to his lips. He walked along the carpeted hall to join Lil at the railing. He wore a light summer robe tied at the waist. "It's okay," he said quietly. "Last night, your mom and I walked in on the party. It's okay."

"Dad?" Awkwardsville. What to say?

Lil's cheeks felt warm, and her pulse beat in her ears. Sex sounds came from the living room down below. Lil's mom moaned as Gary was eating her out. The sounds were getting louder and wetter. Lil could hear Bernie's voice too, telling Gary what to do.

Hank said, "It's okay to stay and watch. Your mom likes being watched. But it's okay to go if you want."

"Um."

"Or I can go back and let you watch all by yourself," Hank said. "If you like. No hurry."

Lil felt dizzy. Her dad was a presence, big and real, but not doing what she expected. She didn't know what she expected, but not a shrug and a smile and an invitation to keep watching Mom getting it on Gary's tongue. She took a deep breath, put a hand on her dad's arm, and cleared her throat to reply.