Author's Note:
This story's main component sexually is Group Sex featuring three males and one female, which is why I put it in this category. However, the three guys are college-aged and the woman is older. While this is a theme throughout the narrative, I didn't think the action itself fit the Mature category. If this age difference isn't your thing, then perhaps try a different story of mine. Thanks for reading.
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Marie Pierce pulled up to the Braintree subway station (known to Massachusetts residents as the T) and put her SUV in park. It was the beginning of the weekend and her step-son, Aaron, was coming home from New York City for a quick visit. The main reason for the trip was to meet up with a friend of his father's to talk about a job opening that would be perfect for him when he graduated college in a couple of months.
He had accomplished so much - an academic scholarship, maintaining a 3.7 GPA, and now getting ready to enter the workforce. His father would be proud. Marie and Aaron's father, Jared, had married when Aaron was nine years-old; they were together just six years when Jared was killed in a car accident on his way home during a snow storm. Unfortunately, his biological mother wasn't in the picture.
Also along on the trip were three of Aaron's college buddies. They had never been to Boston so the plan was for Aaron to go in Saturday for his meeting, then come back to their house in Hingham where they would all hang out on the boat. (It was going to be a lovely April weekend, almost unseasonably warm.) On Sunday, the boys would go in early, catch the one o'clock Red Sox game, hang out in the city the rest of the day, then catch an early train back to New York. Luckily, their class schedules had allowed them to leave late morning on Friday and return Monday morning without missing a beat.
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"So your step-mom's picking us up?" Seth asked as the train pulled into the station.
"Dude, how many times have I told you guys? . . . Yes, she'll be in the garage waiting for us." He looked down at his Apple Watch. "As a matter of fact, she just texted me that she's here."
"I was just asking because." His voice trailed off.
Brad chimed in, "Dude, we've all seen her pic on your Facebook feed. She's kinda hot."
"Guys, seriously. She's like 50 years older than you," Aaron said over his shoulder as they got on the escalator heading down. He knew she was in fact 18 years older than them, since she had recently celebrated her 40th birthday. He also knew they were right; she was good-looking. Heck, he had seen a picture of Lucas's mom and she was basically a model so he couldn't fault them for "appreciating" his step-mom.
"You two are something else," Lucas said, "talking about Aaron's step-mom like that."
"Thank you," Aaron replied, an exaggerated tone in his voice, arms outstretched.
"Besides," Lucas continued, "we all know who she's going to like the best."
Aaron playfully smacked Lucas on the back of the head as they went through the exit. Scanning the garage across the way, he saw his mom's silver Volvo XC90. "There she is," he said.
Marie saw Aaron step out of the station with three guys in tow. One of them looked a little taller than Aaron, maybe just under six feet; the others were a few inches shorter. They were all dressed, well, like college students: jeans, hoodies, and ball caps. She opened her door and stepped out to meet them.
"Hey, mom," Aaron said, giving her a hug.
"It's good to see you," she said, kissing him on the cheek. "And who do we have here?"
"That's Lucas," he said. Lucas was around her height with dark hair, olive skin, and a wiry build.
"Seth." He was about the same height as Lucas but with wavy blond hair and an athletic build.
"And Brad." He was the tallest of them all, with brown hair and an average build.
They all awkwardly said their hellos, trying not to stare, but it was difficult. Aaron's step-mom was every bit as hot as they had thought, with long blonde hair, a beautiful face with green eyes, and epic curves.
Marie noticed their eyes linger on her curvaceous body even before Aaron had made the introductions. She couldn't fault them for it. They were young and in their sexual prime, and she did have big tits and a healthy bubble butt of which she had always been quite proud. While she thought she had dressed on the conservative side to pick them up, in hindsight jeans and a v-neck shirt, while not showing much skin, did little to hide her hourglass figure.
Aaron got in the front seat while the other three piled in the back of the spacious SUV.
During the 25 minute drive to the house, Marie got the boys talking about where they were from, their majors, and their plans for after graduation. Lucas was an art major who was planning on going into graphic design. Seth was a business major like Aaron, but instead of getting a job right away, he was planning on getting a masters degree in finance. Brad was a history major who was going to continue his studies at the University.
When they arrived at the house, all three of Aaron's friends were taken aback. The house was a white colonial, literally a minute's walk to the harbor. While the house looked old, it was in amazing condition. They knew Aaron's family had money, but they couldn't imagine how much a house like this was worth.
"Welcome to our home," Marie said, as she opened the door for them.
The house had a New England charm to it, with a few nautical-themed decor pieces, a large rustic kitchen, formal dining room, a front sitting room, and a living room in the back of the house.
"Nice house, Mrs. Pierce," Seth said.
"Yeah," the others chimed in.
"Thanks," Marie replied, "though I can't take credit for it. It's been in Aaron's father's family for two generations."
Aaron took his friends up to the second floor where there were three bedrooms, one of them having two twin beds.
"You guys can fight over who gets a room to themselves," Aaron said.
Lucas and Seth were roommates anyways so they naturally gravitated to the double.
"Fine by me," Brad said, dropping his bag in the other bedroom.
Aaron showed them where the one bathroom was on the floor and pointed out that his mom had laid out towels for each of them on their dressers. He then finished the tour of the floor by showing them his room.
"Where's your mom's room?" Brad asked. "Downstairs?"
"No," Aaron replied, motioning for them to follow him to the other end of the floor where there was another set of stairs. "When my parents moved in, they renovated the attic and turned it into a master suite."
"Sweet," Lucas said.
They all laughed, then went downstairs where there was a pitcher of lemonade waiting for them.
"It's such a beautiful day, why don't you enjoy the lemonade out back."
"Sure. Thanks, mom. C'mon guys; there's a place out back we can hang."
Aaron led them out the back door to a small but lush backyard, which was completely private due to the bushes and trees lining the property. Several feet from the house was a rock-enclosed firepit surrounded by four Adirondack chairs.
It was now past four in the afternoon and pushing 75 degrees. Even with the breeze off the water, Marie was getting a little warm in her jeans so she went up to her bedroom to change. Her windows open, she could hear the murmur of the boys talking below. She pulled off her shirt then went over to the window facing the backyard.
