When her tears slowed and finally stopped, Emilia slipped out of her pink lace babydoll, one of Simon’s gifts to her. She’d explained its existence away to Jim, but couldn’t remember the specifics and none of it mattered now anyways. She showered, humming under her breath, her eyes distant, her hand straying to her pussy, to her breasts, to her ass often, already anticipating what was to come. She stepped out eventually and dried herself off. Without looking in the mirror, Emilia dug in the cupboard for the bottle of lube Simon left for her and the plug she’d buried under the hand towels. The plug slipped back into her ass as she still hummed. Her makeup came next, and as she stared at the red lipstick in her hand, the soft noise finally stopped.
Had Jim looked in at that moment, her husband would have seen an odd sight. His wife uncapped the lipstick, staring blankly at herself in the mirror as she whispered one word.
Emilia placed the tip against her breast, writing slowly and in reverse, so whoever looked at her tits could read it.
First an S.
A day when Landon was thirteen or fourteen, sitting around a video game console, shouting at each other. She came in with lunch, and Milo stared up at her adoringly and told her how much they loved her. It was the first time any of them spoke the word, save Landon, of course, but it was echoed immediately by Jaxton and Simon.
An L.
Older, the four of them in a school play together, Landon a wonderful actor, the other three spouting out their lines like they were chewing on paper. It was a riot. The other three had only joined in because Landon begged them. Were Simon and Jaxton sleeping with Landon’s girlfriend by then? Probably.
A U.
Jaxton hitting a kid so hard off the defensive line his helmet flew off. Despite the ref’s whistle, he kept going, roaring at the opposing quarterback before the other boy dropped out of sheer terror. Simon, Milo, and Landon rushed the field, all of them laughing so hard they couldn’t stop for minutes as they grabbed their friend — and the game was still supposed to be going on.
A T.
Simon, bringing over his college acceptance letter before he’d even opened it. She had helped him with the application and the essay, and he told her somberly she deserved to open it for the aid she gave him, that none of them would have been nearly so happy these last four or five years without their block mom looking out for them.
The gleaming red on her breast made her shudder. Not with tears, but with desire. Those boys were gone now. Even her Landon. In their place were strangers. Grown men. And she was going to fuck Simon, Jaxton, and Milo.
SLUT.
Jim called to her when he was heading out the door. She looked up, bleary-eyed, and called back, “Goodbye, Jim.”
* * *
They came to her an hour later. Milo, her once sweet Milo, with a half-crazed look of adoration and lust on his face, his shorts already tented in anticipation of years of lust fulfilled. Jaxton, who kissed her cheek and squeezed her ass, making a silent promise she knew she’d let him keep. And Simon, the devil of them all. The one that she hated and wanted most.