Author's Note:
I don't write many one-off short stories, but I had some fun putting this one together.
If you don't like the idea of multiple men having sex with one woman and all that might entail, I have a feeling you won't enjoy this. So, be warned.
All sexual activity is between characters that are 18 or older. This is a work of fiction and any resemblance to real persons, places or events is purely coincidental. The below is not intended to serve as a guide for real-life sexual encounters or relationships. Stay safe, happy and healthy! :-)
As always, feel free to reach out with any feedback!
Brynne
Brynne had been nursing the same glass of red wine for at least an hour:
The perils of online dating.
The little Italian place had its charm, but closing time was approaching, and there was still no sign of the idiot she was supposed to meet. Even before she left home, she had a sickening feeling that her date wouldn't go according to plan. She had that same exact feeling every single time she'd tried to see someone in the three years since her husband passed.
To be fair, that was twice... To be exact, it was two times too many.
Being a mother of six hadn't hurt her physique one bit. Her auburn hair trended deep red and her freckles paired well with a cute button-nose and dazzling blue eyes -- the contrast between the lush hair colour and the stunning irises enough to make any man melt.
She had a subtle sex appeal and traditional beauty.
Looks ran in the family with two of Brynne's daughters and one of her sons being professional models. She was confident in her appearance, so she wondered if her personality was the deal-breaker... Was she too serious -- not girlish, bubbly and bouncy enough for the guys she met? Or was she beginning to seem desperate as nothing panned out?
Well, no. It was far more straightforward than all that... She had kids and that made finding someone serious harder. You see, she wasn't interested in a casual fling or an exciting love affair. That's what she had with her husband -- they were manic, sex-mad, intense, passionate -- and the proof was in the six kids they'd produced. (Protection wasn't a priority.)
Now, Brynne
felt
like she
needed
something
different
.
As the minutes ticked on, she remained in her seat even as the staff started clearing the tables. One of the waitresses seemed to have taken genuine pity; a girl with long black hair and an arm full of tattoos. She was tall, dark and gorgeous, with eyes that pierced the rather flimsy facade of the heartsore mother. As they smirked at each other, Brynne raised her glass before downing her drink, and they shared a moment of levity amid the rather serious business of being stood up.
Max
The sight of three giant men in a small hatchback was quite something.
Jack was the oldest and a builder by trade; he rode shotgun. His thick brown beard, muscled body and dark eyes made him seem imposing, but he was a softie at heart. The middle son, Perry, was seated in the back. He was a debonair-looking male model with carefully trimmed dark hair and an ego to match his handsome appearance. Despite being a little crass at times, he was a good man at heart (though he seldom showed it).
Sitting in the driver's seat, Max was the youngest at eighteen. Lean, with messy curls and cheeks prone to blushing at even the slightest embarrassment, he wasn't much like his brothers. That night, he roused them from their respective homes when their mom didn't return from her date or answer her calls. He was the only one of the six siblings who still lived with her. Part of him felt he could never leave -- not after their dad died -- and he harboured a sense of responsibility towards his mother.
"This is a waste of time," Perry complained, making Max bristle. "Ma is probably getting screwed by some divorced accountant in the back of his Porsche--"
"No!" Max interjected, a bit too forcefully...
"Hmmm, you sound a lil' jealous," Perry teased. "It's fucked up that you want to bang our mother, freak."
"I don't--"
"Max and Mom, sitting in a tree, k-i-s-s-i-n-g--"
"Shut the fuck up, Perry," Jack interrupted.
"You too?" the middle brother grinned. "Damn... Guess I'm the only one who doesn't want to make a mother out of our mother?"
Max slammed on the brakes, and the boys went flying forward as his voice rose in rebuke. "For god's sake, Perry, you've been getting more insufferable every day since your girlfriend dumped you. Our mom might be in danger, so can you stop the stupid remarks and show some damn respect for the situation?!"
Having not expected their lil' bro to blow up like that, both Jack and Perry were quickly subdued, with Max feeling awkward about it. There was total silence for the next five minutes until they pulled up to the small Italian restaurant where, thankfully, Max spotted their mother's car. It seemed undisturbed, and the whole area was at peace.
It wasn't a dark night. The full-moon and well-lit streets made the world seem safe and romantic -- almost magical. As they left the car, the boys were full of energy and made their way forward with a shared determination. They were an odd trio with a distinct family resemblance, clearly on a mission. Max was first through the door despite being the least imposing of the lot, and he breathed a sigh of relief as he spotted his mother talking to a waitress -- not with some dude's tongue down her throat.
The girl with his mom was goth-lite: A raven-haired Barbie with tattoos over one arm, crystal-clear skin and a slightly disheveled server's uniform that made her seem roguish. She held Brynne's hand as the two spoke intensely, barely noticing the world around them. As Max got closer, they eventually turned their attention to the approaching gang of brothers.
"Oh, crap!" Brynne gasped, realising the time as she checked her phone and saw half-a-dozen missed calls from her sons.
The waitress got to her feet, leaving the family members to sort themselves out. Before she left, she cast an appraising eye at the brothers --
they were exactly as their mother had described them
.
With the stranger gone, Jack insisted his younger brothers go wait outside. "I want to talk to Mom quickly, and then we'll all drive to her house together."
"Sure thing," Perry said, grabbing Max by the arm and dragging him out the door. He wanted to do everything possible to avoid a deep conversation about his mother's obvious disappointment at being stood up. Once the two brothers were in the cold, he expressed relief. "Phew! Glad Jack-io is taking the bullet for us."
"You really have zero emotional intelligence," the younger brother accused.
"Oh, don't get all uppity because you're eighteen--"
"Grow up."
"You little snot!"
"Fuck you!"
"No, fuck you!"
As the siblings started bickering, a soft voice nearby burst into uncontrolled laughter, overcome with glee. The waitress from inside had been watching the brothers for a minute, finding the heated argument between the two handsome young men entertaining and a little exciting. She was the type that would've quite liked to see them hit each other, finding that sort of thing thrilling beyond belief.
Eventually, the brothers paused long enough between swearing at one another to notice her standing in the dark, immediately drawing all their attention and putting on ice any prospect of fisticuffs.
