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“Oh, really-” Emilia started to protest, but Milo and Jaxton interrupted her as one.

“Oh hell yeah,” Jaxton grunted.

“Yup!” Milo agreed.

Emilia stared between the three of them. “You guys should go enjoy yourselves.”

Simon leaned down and took her under the arm. His fingers brushed against the side of her breast, no more than a flick, and Emilia hoped he didn’t notice her shorter breath. “Come on, Mrs. Candless. We don’t take it seriously anyways. Besides, you’ll give us something beautiful to stare at when we’re playing with our clubs.”

She groaned but let herself be lifted to her feet. “That’s awful.”

Simon leaned in close and winked. “Yeah. But you love it.”

And she did. Emilia really did.

* * *

She didn’t think of skorts as being sexy in the slightest, but Simon, Jaxton, and Milo all kept staring at her long legs and taut thighs. A year ago Emilia might have scolded them, but the truth was, their gazes and naked hunger for her turned her on.

These are your sons’ friends, the sane part of Emilia’s mind warned her.

Uh huh, the sexual goddess within her purred. And it’s perfectly legal to think about riding their faces. Or their dicks.

Apart from the skorts, she tossed on a sleeveless blouse, and okay, maybe she undid an extra button, but she still had on the sports bra, so it wasn’t really a big deal. Was it?

Emilia insisted on paying for their bucket of balls. No one else was out on the driving range, though the course itself looked pretty busy. They set up their golf bags and put on a little music on Milo’s phone. Hip-hop beats backed them as the three guys pushed their tees into the grass. When Emilia bent over to do the same, she glanced back to see all three of them nakedly staring at her ass.

“Eyes up, boys,” she said, and they looked away when secretly she wanted them to stare. When was the last time Jim looked at her with that kind of hunger? Ten years? Fifteen, more like. Sure, they were still intimate on occasion, but not since this new job, and even before then, the sex had a perfunctory nature to it. Making love — no, good sweaty sex — should be more than just two people doing the marital equivalent of taking out the garbage.

With that thought in mind, Emilia grabbed her driver and took up a position at her ball. She knew the boys were staring at her again, so this time, pretending not to notice, she gave her ass a little shimmy. Milo was the least subtle of the bunch and audibly sighed in pleasure. The other two were silent until she made her shot.

“Great drive,” Jaxton said.

“Good form,” Simon said, openly staring at her legs.

She grinned at him. “Oh? My form, huh? Let’s see how you stroke it. Your balls, I mean.”

Milo burst out laughing, and Jaxton shook his head. Simon smirked, and lined up his driver. He reared back and gave the ball a blistering smack on the ass.

“What do you think?” he asked. “Long enough for you?”

“Mm,” Emilia said, pretending to ponder that. “I’ve seen longer.”

Jaxton groaned, “The puns are going to kill me.”

They settled in. Emilia had to admit, the driving range was just what she needed. Hitting something helped her blow off steam. Who’d have thought it? The guys settled into a conversation mostly among themselves, talking about long-term plans throughout the summer. They were thinking about going up to the mountains to camp sometime, a summer must, and of course, there was the Fourth, which was usually their city’s biggest holiday.

Emilia might have warded off the boys’ wandering eyes when she mildly scolded them earlier when she bent over, but by her sixth or so ball, they were back to staring whenever she bent over. Her form was slipping, and Jaxton said, “Hey, Mrs. Candless, you mind a pointer?”

“No, not at all.”

“You’re swinging too wide.”

“Huh?” she asked.

“Happens to me when I’ve been playing for a while,” he said. “Here.”

He came over with his own driver, and in slow motion, brought his club back in a swing. “Right about here,” he said. “Try that.”

Emilia lined up as he backed away, and did as he directed. Her swing immediately improved, and she smiled at him. “Thanks, Jaxton.”

“You bet.”

Milo said, “Hey, I think I can help too.”

“Oh?” she asked.

He came over and sidled up behind her. Without warning, he reached around her and took the club, his groin sliding against the fabric of her ass. “You’re gripping it too high,” he murmured into her ear.

She should have told him to back up, but the contact, the closeness of his cock was so pleasurable all Emilia could think to do was glance over her shoulder and murmur, “Gotta have the right grip.”

“Mm hm,” Milo said, his smile widening. Oh God, but if they hadn’t been out in the open like this, that smile could have led to some very bad things. “Try it.”

She brought back the club as his hands fell to her waist. Emilia brought down the club at the same time as Milo ground harder against her. The ball shot wide left, and he backed away as Jaxton cracked up.

“Nah, nah,” he said. “Here. I gotta show you again.”

Jaxton came around behind her, and Emilia was dwarfed by the bulk of him. His hands came around her and she eased back against his hard muscles, sucking in a breath when she thought she felt his cock surge against her ass. He breathed against her neck, “You had it right the first time. Gotta grip it near the tip. That a girl. Like that.”

She brought her arms back again, and Jaxton dropped his hands to her waist, just as Milo had. Along the way, though, his hands brushed the sides of her breasts, and her hands shook as the club reached its zenith. When she swung, the ball careened right, and reluctantly, Jaxton stepped back.

“My turn,” Simon said, and stepped forward to reach around her waist.

“And what advice do you have?” Emilia asked as he pulled her back against him. Something iron hard pressed against her back.

“Advice?” he breathed into her ear. “Grip it however the hell you want to, Mrs. Candless.”

She couldn’t help shivering against him, and brought her arms back in one more swing. His hands fell to her waist, and he cupped her ass between them as she swung. The ball flew perfectly straight.

The mood shifted after that. Their playful banter stopped, and now the boys were staring at Emilia with an openness that in equal parts excited and unnerved her. She hit another couple balls, this time without anyone’s “help,” and called it a day.

“You boys have fun,” she said.

“See you again soon, Mrs. Candless?” Milo asked hopefully.

Whatever inner turmoil was going on, Emilia smiled at him. “You don’t need to keep me company this summer.”

“If it isn’t obvious, we want to,” he said, anything but smiling.

Oh Lord, this summer was going to kill her.

* * *

“You are not going to masturbate to them,” Emilia told herself in the mirror at every red light. “You are not going to masturbate to them. You are not going to masturbate to them.”

When she got home, her clothes flew off her as she raced to her bedroom. Their bedroom, she reminded herself, glancing at a picture of Jim and blushing. Sure, she’d fantasized about plenty of guys in twenty years of marriage. But none of them had been anything more than a passing fancy. Simon, Milo, and Jaxton? She wanted them in each of her holes, and she wanted it now. If they showed up at her door, she would have let them in and begged for it.

All her resolve fell by the wayside as she jerked open the nightstand’s drawer and pulled out her favorite toy, a six-inch-long clit vibrator, wide on one end, a round point at the other. It had about ten settings ranging from, “Eh, I just need a little massaging and I’ll get there eventually” to “I’m looking for satisfaction right this fucking second.” Emilia turned it on to eight, three past her usual setting. She thought about it, flopped onto the bed, and flicked the vibrator to a full ten. She didn’t want to be teased. All the teasing was done already, out there on the course, by those three boys — men, now, delicious men.

As the vibrator touched her clit, she thought about Milo’s fearlessness in touching her, in clutching her tight.

“Take me Milo,” Emilia whispered, her eyes squeezed shut.

As her legs parted wide, she thought about Jaxton dropping her shorts and holding her in those powerful arms, crushing her to his muscles as he fucked her over and over and over again.

“Mm, Jaxton, fuck me hard,” she cried out.

But most of all, she thought about Simon, and that rock-hard prick of his against her back, the hot breath of his words against her ears. She thought about taking their cocks in her hands, maybe sucking one of them down while she jerked the other two off. In her fantasy, it was Simon who got the blowjob, and Jaxton and Milo in her hands, but oh God, she wanted all of them in every possible way.

“Fuck me Simon,” she gasped, “Oooh, fuck my slutty face.”

They were her son’s best friends.

And Emilia burned for them like she’d never burned for anyone. Not even Jim. Not even her husband.

She came like a geyser, her feet rolling, her knees pumping up at the air as her orgasm rushed through her. Her lips parted in a sharp cry, and Emilia finished, panting for them, gasping for the young men to fill her hands, her mouth, her pussy.

And as she came down, Emilia opened her eyes. A few pictures of her and Jim and Landon hung on the opposite wall, and she blushed as she looked at the younger, happier versions of herself, the ones that weren’t so desperate, so lonely.

* * *

The cheerleading coach knelt on all fours, stuffing her face full of Jaxton’s cock as he idly stroked her head. Ms. Rosie Brook had been Milo’s first conquest when he turned eighteen. On a bet from Simon, he walked right into her office, told her he’d just turned eighteen, and kissed her right there. It was ballsy and should have led to him getting expelled. Instead, ten minutes later, he was deep in her cunt from behind, fucking her bent over her desk as she howled his name.