She decided to let Josh keep any items that had sentimental value to him and to have the boys box up anything that looked business related so she could haul it back to Palo Alto and review it later.
Next, Allyson strolled down the hill to the bunkhouse to make sure everything there was in good order as well for the boys during their stay at the ranch. She particularly wanted to make sure the new 84 inch TV she had ordered for the boys to use had been installed. The man who managed the working ranch for her had agreed to pick the TV up at the local Walmart Supercenter and install it for her.
As she opened the door and walked into the bunkhouse, the huge TV was the first thing she saw. It was mounted above the fireplace as she had requested and arrayed in front of it were the new matching leather sofa, loveseat and recliners she had ordered as well. Allyson was pleased. The new TV and furniture were more befitting young men in their 20s than the boyish stuff she had furnished it with when they were younger.
Everything else appeared to be in order as well, so Allyson went around and opened all the windows, letting in the fresh air. She had forgotten to ask her Instacart guy to do it. As she went around opening the windows, she remembered that he wouldn’t have had a key to get into the bunkhouse anyway.
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While Allyson waited for the boys to arrive, she started thinking about lunch. They used to like ham sandwiches and chips at lunchtime when they were younger, but rather than assume their tastes were the same now, she decided to wait until they arrived to ask them what they wanted. She would have plenty of time to prepare lunch while they put their stuff away in the bunkhouse.
In the meantime, Allyson decided to check in with her office before it closed. Since it was Friday, they wouldn’t reopen until Monday. She spent half an hour on the phone with her assistant reviewing messages and having her assistant read particularly important correspondence to her over the phone.
Allyson decided to have her assistant scan and forward her all of the correspondence for the next two weeks, flagging the ones that seemed most important or required a timely response. Before signing off for the weekend, Allyson had her assistant alert her key managers that there would be a Zoom call on Monday morning and that they should be prepared to address any decisions she would need to make.
As she concluded the call, she saw a white SUV and a silver minivan driving like a bat out of hell down the dirt road and heading toward the ranch, leaving a billowing clouds of dust in their wake. That has to be the boys, Allyson correctly deduced. On the final hundred yard stretch, the road widened and the trailing car pulled out and kept pace with the lead car.
They were neck and neck as they approached the gravel courtyard in front of the bunkhouse where they both hit the brakes, skidding to a stop and fishtailing slightly as they nearly hit one another.
No sooner did they come to a complete stop than all six boys piled out of the two vehicles, hooting and hollering at the tops of their voices.
Allyson’s jaw dropped as she looked at the rambunctious young men. They were nothing like she last remembered seeing them. They were all at least an inch or two taller. Mike sported a beard and he had filled out with rippling muscles on his muscular chest. His shirt was hanging open and she could see that his chest was covered with curly red hair that matched the mop of long red hair atop his head and the beard that covered his lower face.
‘He looks like a fucking Viking!’ was Allyson immediate reaction. Then she realized what was even more striking―her little boy Mike no longer looked like a boy at all, or even a young man. Mike had filled out and was unquestionably a fully grown and mature man.
Letting her eyes dance from boy to boy, Allyson discovered that the same observation was true of each of her boys―they were all now fully formed men. If she had met them on the street, she wasn’t sure she would have recognized any of them, other than her stepson Josh, of course. And they were all buff, muscular men, with rugged good looks. They were the kind of men that girls their own age drool over.
Allyson stood in her front doorway watching her boys jostle and push one another. In that regard, at least, nothing had changed. They were still bundles of energy, as they always had been. They were a handful!
Finally, they saw her in the open doorway atop the hill and they all turned to wave hello, including Josh.
“Who’s that hot MILF in the tank top?” yelled one of the boys. She wasn’t sure, but she thought it was Mike. He had always been the most forward and fearless of the group, a real risk taker.
“What do you boys―I mean men―want for lunch?” yelled Allyson down to them.
“Same as usual,” was the group’s response in almost perfect unison. Everyone, including Allyson, laughed.
“OK, ham sandwiches and chips,” yelled Allyson back. “And some grapes―you need something healthy too!”
“Yes, mother,” yelled one of the boys as they all laughed again.
“Carry your stuff in,” yelled Allyson. “Lunch will be ready when you get up here. I can’t wait to give each of you a hug!”
“Me either,” whispered Mike to Andy with a laugh. “I can’t wait to get my hands on those hooters. They’re even bigger than I remembered.”
“Yeah and look at the size of those nipples!” replied Andy. “They’re humungous! They don’t even look human. They look like the nipples on a baby bottle or something.”
“She must really be happy to see us, if they’re already that hard,” observed Mike. “Josh says she hasn’t had any in almost two years. Can you imagine that? Especially for a woman that looks like that―not to mention one who likes to fuck as much as she does!”
“I’ll bet you I get in her pants first,” said Andy, throwing down the gauntlet.
“You’ll be getting sloppy seconds, bro,” replied Mike.
“Tell you what, let’s compromise,” suggested Andy as he turned to grin at Mike. “Let’s do her together.”
Mike and Andy bumped their fists in mutual agreement, sealing their hastily made deal.
Allyson continued to stand in the open doorway at the top of the hill, watching her boys carouse with each other as they unloaded the vehicles and began carrying their bags into the bunkhouse.
She had to laugh when she saw Mike and Andy fist-bump each other. They hadn’t changed a bit, she thought. They were the mischievous ones, always getting into trouble. She wondered what plot they had hatched this time.
While she came to refer to the boys as her ‘Lucky Seven’, she also came to think of Mike and Andy as ‘Double Trouble’. Trying to keep those two out of mischief had been almost a full time job in and of itself. Needless to say, the two rambunctious boys had been her favorites―other than Josh, of course.
Once her boys disappeared into the bunkhouse, Allyson went to the kitchen and began preparing lunch. She made piles of sandwiches and cut them in halves. Some were on sourdough and some were on whole wheat, just as the boys always liked.
She also filled bowls full of ridged potato chips, which were also their favorite. Finally, there were two huge bowls of grapes, one red and one green. Both were seedless. Again, as the boys preferred.
Allyson could hear the rowdy group coming up the hill in front of the house, growing louder as they approached. She walked out and opened the door to greet them as they came up the steps. One by one, the boys embraced Allyson and they exchanged cheek kisses. They were so tall now that she had to stand on her tippy toes to peck them on the cheek.
At just five foot five, all of Ally’s young men towered over her. And they significantly outweighed her svelte 135 pounds of well-toned curves. Each of them was about two hundred pounds, and it was all sinewy hard muscle.
As each of them hugged and kissed her, they copped a feel of one or both of her breasts. Allyson was unfazed by the attention. Men had been feeling her up for longer than she could remember.
“You’re being a naughty boy!” whispered Allyson to each of them as they groped her breasts. “Now stop that!”
Each of the boys was unfazed by her protests. It was as though they knew that she liked to be naughty herself, sensing that she was enjoying it as much as they were. Mike and Andy were the last in line, followed only by Josh. They were bolder, and each of them let their hands slip inside her loose tank top to cup and fondle her bare breasts.
When she sighed, surprised at their boldness, Mike and Andy took it as an invitation and pressed their thumbs against her rigid nipples, pushing them back inside her swelling breasts. This sent shock waves of pleasure through her body, making her gasp loudly.
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