Our Way Of Saying Thanks

Jane Wilde, Maddy May, and Maya Woulfe sit around the kitchen table, jaws on the floor as Penny slides the latest bill over the wood. Tuition, groceries, rent. All of it heavier now that Dad's gone. They look at their stepmom like she just walked through fire and came out smiling. Words tumble fast. We love you, you've done everything, we want to give you something, but what the hell could they give her? Penny waits until the chatter dies. She meets their eyes one by one. Then she tells them plain. She's started picturing them grown, gorgeous, bodies moving together with hers, and that picture is a foursome she keeps reaching for late at night. Silence. Then three wicked grins flash at the same time. Clothes hit the floor like they were waiting for the green light. Three young mouths find Penny's skin first, licking, sucking, pushing her back onto the couch while hands spread and stroke everywhere at once. They learn the rhythm quick. One rides Penny's face while the others trade between her thighs and her tits. Tongues swap spit and slick sounds. Penny's moan breaks when Jane sinks fingers in and Maddy takes a nipple between sharp teeth. Maya grinds lower, grinding slow, then hard, pressing all four bodies into one tight knot on the couch. Sweat mixes, thighs shake, names blur. Every gasp and curse sounds more grateful than the last.