Kenzies Mothers Day Surprise

[The MFM Why Choose? characters are consenting adults. With that said, this story is pure fiction. Any resemblance to real people, places, or events is strictly coincidental.]

"Happy Mother's Day," I hear. My eyes won't open just yet. I'm confused. "My Darling Kenzie," my British Boyfriend continues to coax me to rouse. "I brought you a gift."

"I'm not a mom," I babble out. I try to open my eyes, but I'm tired. "What time is it?" I sit up and the skinny strap of my nighty falls off my shoulder. My eyes open more but it's dark, middle of the night. I look towards the clock on the nightstand but I'm too tired to register the time. The blanket falls down, exposing my breast.

Chris crosses the length from the door to the bed. With urgency he grabs my exposed breast, his grip is a startling sting. The quick pulse of pain that follows forces me to bring a quick breath in. With a deep hunger, he mouths my exposed breast, my nipple is forced to harden. I involuntarily moan.

He comes up for air. "Your skin is so white, so pale, so visible in this darkness," he rasps and he still paws at my breast. He goes back to assaulting my nipple and grabs for the other breast, finally uncovering it.

I lean into his need, close my eyes, feel a warmth blossoming from my pussy, getting ready for him.

He stops.

I whimper from the sudden departure of his mouth on my breast. "Darling," he draws out, making his movements more slow, more intentional. "It's just past midnight." He slowly pulls the blanket away from me. His eyes undress me before he lifts my disheveled nighty over my head and all the way off. "I'll say again," he gently leads me to lay back down. I prep my long hair against the pillow, get comfortable. I'm fully awake now. He leans down, his arm leaning by my ear. He slowly, barely touching my skin, trails the fingers of his free hand down my exposed stomach. "Happy Mother's Day."

When I start to question him, in one move that is exhilarating and confusing, he presses his lips firmly to mine and dares to insert his middle finger into my pussy. His assumption that I was ready is correct and my pussy awards him with a coat of my wetness. He thumbs my clit and I moan into his mouth.

I draw away, "As hot as you are, you're acting weird. I am not a mom. What are you playing at?"

"Nothing. I'm not acting weird. I'm about to give you the gift of becoming a mother. On Mother's Day."

Before I protest, he leans in and kisses my lips, effectively shutting me up. When he breaks away, he says, "Luke. She's ready."

Chris is looking at me will all love and devotion and my eyes search his for meaning. He watches me, still playing with my clit, as our friend--our very handsome, very black friend--Luke leans on to the door frame.

"Kenzie," Luke says, nodding at me. He is already naked. His magnificent cock already starting to get hard.

My eyes are wide, but I'm quiet. I look between Luke and Chris. My heart accelerates. Chris, still strumming me, nuzzles into my neck and whispers, "I would like..." he pauses, "...WE would like your permission to give you your dream."

My eyes close. I'm so confused. Chris feels my apprehension.

He continues, "At our last boys night," he kisses my neck, "Luke admitted he would love to make love to you," he kisses my ear, "I admitted that I want to watch while he makes you cum on his cock." I stifle a moan as my pelvis pushes into his stilly playing hand. When I don't answer, he leans in closer, bringing his voice to a whisper in my ear, "I want to see when he cums in this beautiful, shaved pussy," I squirm, "And after he pulls out, I want to put a pillow under your ass and watch as some of it drips out."

I'm close to cumming from this intensity.

Chris abruptly stops and moves his body away and off the bed completely. "What would you like?" He asks, "I can finish you with my hand..." he smirks, "...or Luke here can give you a creampie."

Luke moves to stand there next to my boyfriend and I drink in his body for the first time. He's taller than Chris, by a few inches. But where Chris is a lengthy, awkward, scruffy man. Luke is a muscular man with nice lines. His fade is freshly done, his face clean shaven. His body is a presence. He spends time in the gym and his muscles are defined and visible even in darkness now that I am accustomed to the lighting. He is black. His skin a stark contrast to my own very white skin. He's always been handsome, and if I am truthful with myself, I had a crush on him before Chris. Chris was just the one that asked me out first.

If Chris is giving me his full permission, shouldn't I?

Even after Chris purposefully just prepped and made my womb ready, I begin to feel my pussy ache in anticipation of Luke's cock.

"Kenzie, would you do me the honor of making love to you?" Luke asks, his voice, American and deep. Melodious.

I look to Chris who urges me on. And I look back to Luke and nod a yes. "Yes," I manage to get out. Chris smiles and moves to sit next to me.

Luke's cock has swollen larger and I finally watch it as he tentatively walks towards me while rubbing himself. I am slightly nervous about his length, but I'm trusting both of these men to bring me pleasure.

Luke climbs between my open legs and positions himself on top of me. My hands instinctually move to hold on to him. We make eye contact and he leans down to kiss me. We hold the eye contact as we continue our kiss. His lips are soft and he applies just enough pressure. As we are kissing, he aligns his cock to my waiting entrance. Our lips part for a brief moment. He watches me for my reaction as he pushes in for the first time. Without breaking eye contact, I gasp in, as my pussy pulses over every inch of his cock inside me. He leans down kissing me again and trusts again in to me. The pressure, the closeness, the deeper feeling he gives me. These sensations are mixing together and I'm tight again, aching for a release.

My arms explore his back but he keeps his rhythm and I'm already on the edge. My arms fall to the bed and my hands search for something to grab on to. Chris takes his hands in mine and brings them above my head. He holds them there and I grab on to his wrists. I wrap my legs around Luke as Luke drives deeper; I flex up try to make myself as deep as I can for his massive cock.

Luke purrs my name, "Kenzie, you beautiful woman. Look at us. Look as my black cock plows into your waiting womb." I keep my eye contact with Luke as Chris switches positions. His one had is holding my two still above my head. But he moves the other hand down to my pussy. With each stroke in from Luke I move. With each moan from my mouth, Chris uses his fingers to swirl my clit.

I am so close.

I start to gasp.

"Baby," Luke purrs again. "Release any time you need. I want you to cum on this cock." I gasp again.

And Luke picks up the tempo.

I'm there at the edge.

I'm there.

My body tenses, my brain goes blank and I am almost there.

My eyes close, breaking my stare with Luke. And he coaxes me on, "That's it, cum for me, let me feel your release. I'm ready to give you your baby."

Maybe it's Luke's steady rhythm or his permission to go, or Chris's steady circles on my clit, but my body tenses one last time. My breath stops. And I release. A flood of pleasure pulsates from beween my legs. But I feel my cum making my pussy easier for Luke and I feel him pick up the pace as my pussy continues to squeeze his length. He tightens. And I looked back in his eyes, "Release for me. Give me your cum," I said in a slight pant. "Make this belly swell."

As Luke pace continues to accelerates, Chris matches the pace as he applies pressure on my clit and a moment later, after another spasm of my pussy walls, Luke releases his baby batter into my waiting womb.

I can feel my cervix dipping up and down and all I can hope for is that it's doing its job--leading Luke's, sperm to a possible waiting egg.

For 5 minutes, I lay there, slowing my heart rate with Luke on top of me. He's whispering things in my ear about how beautiful I am. He's telling me how amazing I am. As he removes his cock slowly, Chris is close by with a pillow. Luke easily lifts my ass and Chris slips it under.

Luke rolls onto his back next to me and is fingering one of my erect nipples and he intwines his fingers with mine with his other hand. "It's not over yet," Luke whispers in my ear. A moment later, Chris is between my legs, spreading them open. And another moment after that and I feel Chris's waiting tongue on my pussy. Small slurps come from his mouth as he licks up the mixture of my cum and Luke's. The creampie that made it to the outside is devoured first, but his focus remains on my clit. He swirls his tongue around and around it, and inserts two fingers to my freshly fucked hole.

"You are going to cum again," Chris promises and continues flicking his tongue in all the right places. Luke starts to kiss my neck.

"Cum again for us," Luke whispers. And another moan escapes my lips as I grind into Chris waiting face. For the next five minutes I am pleasured, and teased until I do release. I release again. And this time I yell out.

Chris's pace slows and I cannot do a thing. I can't move, I don't want to. I want to go back to bed and drift into a dream of this happening again. Luke crawls closer to me and flips me over so that we can cuddle front to front. My leg entwine around his. Chris scoots in and he cuddles me from behind, his hands resting atop my tummy as if he is already thinking about what it will look like in three, four months time. We all three fall asleep, with me snuggled between the two men. The last thing I remember is hearing both tell me, "Happy Mother's Day" and kissing me on the closest part of my body to them.