Coming, sandwiched between Bernie and Joyce

A little scene leaped from Gary's mental parade as Peter's finger triggered his orgasm.

Gary's belly slapped loudly against Joyce's big soft buttocks. He said, "You feel so good. I might not last long."

"Harder, faster now. I want to feel your pleasure," Joyce called out. She squeezed her cunt down hard round Gary's shaft. The pleated starburst of Joyce's asshole winked. "Fast, hard, go!"

Bernie's hands gripped Gary's hips, her slim strap-on dildo working him deep from behind as Gary stepped up his thrusts, pounding her mother's cunt.

"AHHH!" Gary cried out as his girlfriend hammered him up the ass, his cock swelling and shooting deep inside Joyce's cunt.

"Take it, take it!" Gary called out as his cock spasmed, firing hot come into his best friend's mouth.

Sandy tapped on the door again. "Uh, G... Gary? Baby?"

Gary felt good all over, all warm and hazy and more than a little drowsy. "Thanks Pete," he said. Gary's ass twitched on Peter's finger and he let out a little giggle. "Fuck."

Peter eased back, sliding his finger out from Gary's ass. He blotted Gary's cock with a handkerchief and tucked it back into his soft athletic pants. "Go," he said, opening the door.

Sandy stood outside. She motioned Gary toward the delivery room. "C'mon," she said.

Gary walked down the hall, floating on a wave of post-orgasmic glow.

Two doctors were talking outside the door. "...remarkably good," one doctor said. "Who was her obstetrician? Oh, yes."

The other doctor turned to Gary and said, "You can go right in."

Joyce Bernstein sat up on the bed in the delivery room, a naked infant at her breast. Her mop of silver-threaded black hair hung down over her face, her brown eyes bright behind her unruly bangs. Beside Joyce, her daughter Bernie sat in a chair, holding Joyce's hand. Bernie and Gary had spent a long night caring for Joyce during labor.

"Come meet our baby," Joyce said. "The doctors said we can all go home tomorrow."

Gary stepped up to stand next to the bed. He stood quietly, just looking for a long minute. Bernie squeezed his hand. Her thumb slid over the slim gold band on his wedding finger, one of a matched set of three. Bernie and Joyce wore the others.

"Beautiful," Gary said. "What...name? Did you go with?" he asked hesitantly.

Joyce laughed. "Oh, you'll like it," she said.