Peter with the mother of Gary's girlfriend

In the middle of the living room, Peter Walker kneeled on a towel-covered pile of cushions between the wide-spread thighs of Joyce Bernstein. Famous author. Masturbation advocate. Mother of Peter's best friend's girlfriend. And Peter's partner, at her suggestion, for anal intercourse.

"That feels so good," Peter murmured to Joyce as her ring squeezed him gently.

Joyce laughed. "I should hope so," she said.

Joyce guided Peter's rhythm with a hand lightly on his hip as Peter's cock moved in her ass. The ample curves of Joyce's buttocks pressed softly against him. Her golden skin and mop of curly dark hair were moist with the summer day's warmth and her arousal.

"That's perfect, Peter," Joyce said. "Move like that, like that." She took her hand off Peter's hip and lay back, closing her eyes.

Joyce's ass was tight and slick on Peter's cock as he thrust steadily. And hot, and so soft past the ring. Peter sighed with the sensations. He took a deep breath and concentrated on staying steady, bringing Joyce pleasure.

Joyce sighed. "That's beautiful, Peter," she said. She looked up to the side and told her daughter, "Now, dear."

Bernie smiled. "Okay, Mom," she said. Bernie clicked the switch on the big, ball-headed vibrator she held. With the confidence of long practice, Joyce's daughter cupped her free hand on her mother's plump, bushy mound and pressed the ball of the purring vibrator to the thick, swollen lips of Joyce's vulva.

"Ohhhhhh," Joyce groaned as the vibrator connected firmly with her clit.

Peter sighed as he felt the vibrations, but kept his rhythm as steady as he could.

Joyce lay still for a moment as Peter and Bernie played their parts. The young man's slim cock felt so lovely, so delicious inside as he took her anally. Her daughter knew so well where to touch her, how to use the vibrations. Joyce's hips quivered. Her large, dark brown nipples swelled atop her heavy breasts. A dark pink flush spread from her chest up to her cheeks. Her eyes closed and her lips parted.

"AHHHH!" Joyce cried out with orgasm.

Peter held on tight as Joyce bucked in her climax, straining every limb. He cried out as her ass squeezed down tightly on his cock. He tried to hold back, to keep to the rhythm, but surrendered, overwhelmed by the woman orgasming under him, tossing her head and breasts, the tight squeeze on his cock, and the rumble of the vibrator conducted through her flesh. Joyce's eyes opened wide, startling Peter with their beauty. "Mrs. Bernstein!" he cried, and he was lost, thrusting hard into Joyce's ass as he came.

Gary watched his best friend's buttocks quiver and buck as Peter came in Joyce Bernstein's ass. Gary's cock throbbed as he remembered the feeling of Peter coming on Gary's cock the last time they were together, before Peter left on the cruise. A cruise that turned out to be a sex party that was still going on.

Joyce put her hand on Bernie's wrist, and Bernie removed the vibrator. Joyce took a deep breath and sighed it out, relaxing. Peter and Joyce stayed quiet, still connected, for a minute. Eventually Joyce told Peter to come out. He eased backward, his balance unsteady, with Bernie helping. Peter disposed of his condom with a wet wipe. Joyce beckoned and Peter leaned forward to lie down atop her. Joyce wrapped her arms round to embrace him. They murmured softly in each others' ears. Bernie leaned down to kiss Peter's cheek.

Jim smiled at Gary's side. He said quietly, "Good ride there for both of them."

"Yeah," Gary said. The quiet stillness of Peter and Joyce let Gary start taking in the rest of the room. Gary looked up from where his gaze had been resting in the cleft of Peter's buttocks.