“How does it feel having two cocks inside you?” Shepard asks, sucking my earlobe into his mouth.
“Absolutely amazing,” I moan.
“Imagine having three inside you,” Emmett remarks.
I turn my head and see him striding towards me in all his naked glory, his freshly washed cock bouncing with each step he takes. His body is chiseled perfection—smooth, golden skin over solid muscle. I eagerly part my lips, waiting to receive him. He slides into my mouth and then stills, giving me complete control. The smell of masculine soap teases my nostrils as I bob up and down on his growing dick. In seconds, he’s steel on my tongue.
All three holes stretched and used.
Those words were said to me not long ago. Since then, I’ve pictured this moment in my mind a thousand times, wondering how it would be to have them all inside me at once. My imagination is nothing compared to reality. I close my eyes, losing myself to the building sensations rushing through my body. I’ve never felt more alive than right now, being thoroughly ravished by them.
“We’re going to move faster, Sweet Peach,” Beau rumbles, slipping a hand between my thighs and masterfully stroking my clit.
I suck and they fuck, pounding into me with coordinated thrusts. Within minutes, a torrential stream pours from my body. My mind goes totally blank, overcome with unadulterated bliss.
“I love when you make it rain on me,” he murmurs, coming inside my gushing pussy.
Shepard and Emmett quickly follow suit, filling me with their semen.
“I can’t move,” I say, a smile curving my lips.
“I can help with that.” Beau slings me over his shoulder. “Shower first and then nap time.”
“Nap time?” I question, my face pulling into a frown. “I’m not a baby, ya know.”
“Well, you are our baby,” Emmett states, flopping onto the recliner. “Hell, I might take a nap myself. You wore me out.”
“Besides, you need to rest,” Shepard chimes in. “You have a full day of orgasms ahead of you.”
“Actually, you have a lifetime of orgasms ahead of you,” Beau announces, lightly smacking me on the butt.
God, I hope so.
30 years later
“You took like fifty pictures already,” Sienna complains, rolling her eyes. “We need to go.”
“Just a few more,” I say, clicking away on my cell phone. “This is an important day.”
She sighs dramatically and crosses her arms. “Everybody’s waiting and Julian’s going to be here any minute.”
“Humor your poor mother please,” I lightly scold her, propping a hand on my hip.
Teenagers and their attitudes.
“Fine,” she gripes, begrudgingly dropping her arms and posing for the camera.
I can’t believe my baby is going to prom. Her teal mermaid-style dress is truly stunning. It’s backless with a thigh-high split, much to her fathers’ dismay. A designer she found on social media made the glittering gown at a hefty price tag, but my girl is worth every penny. She’s an amazing young woman with beauty and brains, attributes acquired from me, of course. In just a few days’ time, she’ll be graduating high school and then heading off to college at the end of summer.
Sienna was an unexpected but welcomed pregnancy. I had given up on having a daughter, but after birthing five rambunctious boys, my baby girl finally made her debut into the world. I was a whopping forty-six years old at the time. It was a tough nine months, but my men took really good care of me and the boys helped out too. I wanted for nothing.
“You’re all grown up.” I swipe at the errant tears slipping down my cheeks. “Where has the time gone?”
“Yep,” Carla drawls, lounging comfortably on Sienna’s bed. “You’re getting old.”
“You’re three years older than me,” I retort, looking back at her.
“Biologically speaking, sure, but in awesomeness, I’m at least three decades your junior.”
