Joyce proposes anal sex-ed for Gary and Bernie

"Really, Gary has a great deal in common with you," Joyce said. "Both of you enjoy and actively engage in anal eroticism, and both of you participate in mutual masturbation with your mothers."

Bernie looked round from the sink where she was washing up the breakfast dishes. "Are you trying to be logical at me, Mother? What do you mean?"

Joyce took a deep breath, pausing to enjoy the view of her daughter's full, bare buttocks before proceeding. She was sitting at the kitchen table while Bernie was doing the washing. As usual, by Joyce's house rules, they were both nude.

"What I'm trying to say, darling, is that I very much enjoyed watching you together, and it gave me some ideas for a course of erotic study. By your account, and by Gary's, he has shame around his sexual preferences and practices."

Bernie raised a hand. "Mom? I liked it when you watched me and Gary together in the van." Her cheeks felt warm. "And I think we can share more often, if Gary stays over? I mean, we're going to get that apartment near his job. But I'll be back on the weekends, mostly. We will? But I don't know what Gary thinks about you being our sex-ed instructor."

"He liked my book. Ask him."

Mom won at being logical again. She was like that.

"I mean, sure, what was your mom thinking about?" Gary replied, when Bernie asked about Joyce's anal sex study plan.

Bernie sighed. "It'll be fine, I'm sure," she said. "I love Mom, I mean, a lot? Haha. Most daughters aren't on-and-off sex partners with their mothers. You know?"

"Sure," Gary said. "I get it. But you're not as sure about sharing me? Especially since she seemed to want to do some behavior modification or something. On being ashamed? And maybe she's going to go too far. Do you need some rules with your mom and me, like with me and, well, ah."

Bernie laughed. She grinned at Gary. "Like, with you and everyone else you're fucking? Haha. I love being there, watching you be the pleasure-seeking missile, making joy explosions." She poked her boyfriend. "Maybe. I'm glad you brought it up."

"Do you want your mom to be less of a participant in this study thing? Or more of one?" Gary asked. "Or do you need a promise that you can safeword out for both of us? What would you feel better about?"

Bernie froze for a second. "Huh."

"Ask for what you want, isn't that what you tell me, and what your mom tells you?"

"Yeah." She looked down with a thoughtful frown.

Gary took a breath. "I'd love to hear what your mom has in mind for her anal sex-ed course. It could be pretty great. I'm kind of whatever about the shame stuff. I want to be with you on the trip, though. That's what I want."

"Oh." Bernie said. She looked up. Her eyes were moist.

"Yeah. So, you know, you don't have to have a big old list now. You can change your mind. You know, all the stuff in the Consent chapter of your mom's book?"

"Mom didn't actually write that chapter," Bernie said. "It went in for the second edition." She sighed. "But you're right. I need to ask for what I want. You'd like to try Mom's idea for us. If I can say what I need to get on board."

"Yep."

"So," Bernie said. "You're hot for your girlfriend's mom?"

"We promised not to hide anything, and to tell the truth. I am hot for your mom. I want her bod. And I know she wouldn't say no, just not now, Gary. That's a big turn-on, knowing I'm welcome," Gary said. He paused, looking into Bernie's eyes. "But Bernie, I don't love Joyce Bernstein. I love you."

Bernie's lip quivered.

"Shh," Gary said. "I learned all this from you. This is all from what you told me you wanted, you needed."

"I think..." Bernie said. "I think I should sleep on it. That we should sleep on it."

"I like sleeping together. Especially afternoon naps," Gary said.