Airtight Mommy: Three Sons

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.

"You two are adorable," she teased. "It kinda makes me wish I had a sister."

"Huh?!" Perry scoffed, unhappy to have been spied on.

"You clearly aren't angry at each other, yet you're still fighting. It's obvious the first thing on your minds is your mom and her well-being, yet..."

"We still fight?" Max completed, blushing a deep red as he suffered the attention of the stunning girl. She nodded in reply as Perry marched back into the restaurant to use their bathroom, leaving his younger brother alone with the mysterious and insightful young woman.

Staring at his feet, the eighteen-year-old who was handsome but shy -- charming but socially timid -- tried to hide himself in plain sight.

"You can look at me," the waitress invited. "I won't bite..."

Max tilted his head slightly, meeting her eyes.

"That's a start," she smiled, taking a step closer. "Are you shy because you think I'm pretty or is that me being a little too cocky?"

"You are pretty..."

"Thanks. You're not too shabby yourself," she gently tapped his shoulder with her fist. "You shouldn't let your brother walk all over you, Max--"

"How... How do you know my name?"

"I've been talking to your mom for the last hour, silly. She couldn't help but gush over her youngest and smartest. I think you're her favourite."

"Nah--"

"Yeah! Of course... Don't doubt it!"

Rubbing the back of his neck, Max was beginning to feel a little more comfortable as the waitress steadily coaxed him out of his box. "I've got a twin sister," he said, "she's a fashion model who's going to study physics--"

"You're still the favourite, and I bet you can help your mom feel better."

"How?" Max queried, intrigued to learn what he could possibly do for the parent he loved so much.

"Well," the waitress bit down on her lip, "you could give her a little kiss now and then... Or, hug her a bit more tightly."

"Eh... Okay?"

"She needs affection, Max. I held her hand for a while, and it really lifted her spirit. You should try it... I mean, why not?"

"Uh... Yeah... Yeah... Why not?"

Retreating back into his shell, Max took a step away from his strange-strange interlocutor. She was fairly insane, but she was also totally, utterly and unashamedly sincere.

Perry

After what felt like an hour, the family were finally on their way. Much to his disdain, Perry was stuck ferrying the waitress they met at the Italian place to her house. He had taken against her instantly but accepted that she'd been kind to his mother, which is something he valued over all else (though he might never admit it).

They were driving his mom's Fiat -- a tiny car that forced him to share space with his passenger, killing any chance at a quiet journey.

"You hate women?" she asked.

"No."

"Some girl broke your heart?"

"Ugh..."

"Cool, cool, cool... So, now you've based your whole personality on one bad relationship, and you're getting more bitter about life with each passing second. You're a good looking guy who seems pretty smart, but your behaviour is kinda pathetic."

Glaring at his passenger, Perry's knuckles turned white as he gripped the wheel. "Are you always so interested in other people's business, or are you just into me?"

"Into you? Nah... I'd fuck you, sure, but who wouldn't? Oh, wait, your ex... She wouldn't, now would she? Yeah, your whole deal screams sexual frustration -- a real need to get laid."

Exhaling, Perry reached for the radio and turned up the volume. The waitress hit all the right buttons, steadily disarming his ego as she read him like a book. He wondered if he genuinely was so transparent or if she was just incredibly gifted at deconstructing people. Whatever it was, he found himself strangely drawn to her as he wanted to share what was on his mind and buried deep in his soul for the first time in months.

"I had an unhappy relationship, so what? I should've gotten over it by now--"

"Why?" the waitress struck back. "Have you actually done anything about the way you feel, or are you just bottling it up inside?"

"What can I do about it? It's life."

"Sure, but there are ways of feeling better. Honestly, dude, I think your whole family needs some quality time together. Whenever I had trouble in my relationships, I went to my dad for comfort. He makes me feel good about men, no matter how much of a douche I'd just dated. So, maybe you should go to your mom -- every son's perfect woman."

"Creep," Perry mumbled, making his companion laugh. He joined her, and they giggled together as the car pulled up to her stop. Before she left, he wanted to ask for her number, but the drive had been such a perfect moment that he didn't want to spoil it by risking rejection.

As the young woman stepped out of the car, she looked at her companion with a softness in her eyes. She was weighing him up, and something about him was too tragic to ignore. He could tell what she was thinking, watching as her lips turned to a smile and her eyes light up.

"Why not?" she asked.

"Why not?"

"Just think about everything I've said tonight..."

"Eh... Okay. Why not?"

"Exactly!"

• • •

Taking a deep breath, Perry walked across the threshold of his childhood home. It was a colossal duplex with room enough for the three sons and three daughters his parents had insisted on having.

Over the years, everyone had gone their seperate ways with Max and his mother the last to stay in the old McMansion.

Jack was nowhere to be found as Perry entered the lounge, but Max was sitting on the couch with their mom. As he laid eyes on them, all his attention was devoted to the one woman who would never be tainted by a bad relationship or rough break-up -- the one who would always be there for him and who would always embody female perfection. When things got a little dark, she was always a beacon of light, and he wondered why he hadn't relied on her to help him get out of his recent slump.

In her red cocktail dress and tall high heels, there was a taboo attraction that Perry struggled to contain. It had always been there, but that night saw him struggle a little less than he normally would as he appreciated his parent's beauty and let his mind trail off with some truly naughty thoughts.

After the last girl, he'd lost his appetite for women. He didn't see anything in anyone -- neither looks nor love nor simple lust. That night, the curse broke...

With the waitress's words fresh in his mind, Perry went to sit next to his mother. Their eyes met, and she smiled at him with gentle maternal instinct. It seemed that she had been waiting for a chance to connect, and she gently licked her lips in anticipation of sincerity.

Something strange was going on.

The two turned away from each other, snapping their eyes to their feet.

"Sorry your date was a bust, ma," Perry consoled.

"Don't worry, darling. As long as I have my three dashing sons, I don't need anyone else."

"Eh... Okay."

"Okay?"

Perry stuttered. "I... I... I don't know what you mean, ma."

"Really?"

Feeling neglected, Max tugged on his mother's hand. Their fingers interlaced, and he squeezed tight, hoping to get more attention than his brother.

Flustered, Brynne jumped to her feet and excused herself to the bathroom...

Brynne

For the first time in three years, Brynne saw herself in the mirror. It was the first time since her husband passed that she seemed like her old self. There was naughtiness in her blue eyes, and it was of the type that usually only found its way into shades of brown and green.

Running the tap, the redhead washed her hands. She thought about splashing some water onto her face for a second, but she didn't... She wanted to preserve her make-up. She wanted to look... Sexy?

Cursing herself in a whisper, Brynne nearly slapped herself senseless as her thoughts ran away with her. She used to love being her husband's best girl -- she got off just by his touch, smile, scent... All factors inherited by their sons.

Having stopped scolding herself, she straightened the crinkles in her dress and tugged the hem as far down her legs as it would go. Not very far at all.

"Whore," she whispered, breaking into a chuckle as she fixed her hair and checked her teeth. "Why not, Brynne? Why the fuck not?"

Striding out of the bathroom with purpose, the loving mother wasn't quite sure what the night would hold, but she was excited to find out...

The Two Youngest

"You okay?" Max asked his brother. Jack was still busy somewhere else in the large house and the two of them had been sitting in silence.

Perry's expression was blank -- his skin pale. "Huh?" he replied.

"You seem a little... Off."

"Oh? Maybe... I'm just glad Mom is okay, ya' know?"

"Yeah, me too..."

"She looks very pretty tonight."

"Yip," Max replied, hesitating. "Does she... Does she also look sad to you?"

Taking a deep breath, Perry was about to answer the question when their mother returned, looking anything but sad. "Wowza," he blurted out, making Brynne giggle.

She still wore the same dress, the same heels and the same perfectly composed make-up. Yet, there was something different... Something new. As she went to sit between her sons, she placed a hand on each's thigh, turning from one to the other with this smile on her face -- this amazing smile.

Perry had no clue what possessed him. Maybe it was the way she looked at him... Maybe he'd just gone mad. He nudged his lips against Brynne's and for a brief second, they made contact like they never had before. It was still chaste and familial, but that touch was encoded with something the two had never shared before. It was soft and sentimental; lingering long after they'd pulled back in shock at what they'd just done.

Turning his head away, Perry swallowed hard before looking at his mother again. She was blushing deep-deep red while playing with her hair. She moved the strands away from her neck, letting her youngest nuzzle up against her from the other end.

What did all three have in common? What had gotten into them?

"The goth girl," Perry mumbled, making Brynne laugh. Even Max couldn't help but chuckle as the two brothers stared at each other with wide eyes that progressively narrowed.

Between Perry's pure ego and Max's youthful possessiveness, the stage was being set for sibling rivalry if not all-out war... They both wanted sole claim to the mother they now saw as much more than they had before. Yes, she was no longer an abstract authority figure, but a woman of flesh and blood who could offer comfort and receive love. They didn't really know what would happen or what they wanted to happen, but they knew things were primed, and the sky was the limit.

Putting his lips an inch from her ear, Perry seemed to wrestle with his doubts before he whispered, "You look beautiful tonight."

For the first time ever, Max experienced a rush of pure adrenaline, fuelled by envy. He didn't want to be outdone by his older brother. He brought his lips to his mother's ear and whispered something even more bold and daring than his arrogant older brother would've dared.

"You're body is incredible," he said.

At first, Brynne gasped. It was all fine and well in theory, but now it was happening. She didn't have time to catch her breath as Perry was next to whisper a sweet nothing. The two started to take turns, whispering sweet compliments at their stunning mom.

Paragraphs of sweet nothing turned to electric sentences as words became kisses.

Nose against nose.

Lips against lips.

Tongues testing and twisting.

One son and then another -- their mother between them -- as oxygen became a rare commodity and the touch between parent and progeny could be encapsulated in single words.

Desire.

Need.

Love.

Lust...

Jack: The Eldest and Wisest?

As he made tea in the kitchen, Jack smiled to himself. He was relieved to be away from the hotel room he called home and took his time with the warm beverages.

His family didn't know it yet, but their eldest son was out in the cold after months of fractious back-and-forth between him and his wife. Now, she lived in the house with their newborn and he got to spend his days hopping from one cheap hotel room to the next while occasionally getting a chance to spend time with his baby. The divorce attorneys had already been retained and there was no going back; he only hoped that they'd figure something out that worked for both of them.