The wine glass felt warm in my hand, even though it had been chilled earlier. I swirled the deep red liquid absentmindedly, staring at the television that had been on mute for hours. The house was too quiet. I hated it. No more footsteps on the stairs. No more slammed doors or arguments over who got the last slice of pizza.
My babies—God, they weren’t babies anymore—had left. Danny, Michael, and Sophie are all off living their lives. Danny was in some fancy job out in the city; Michael had just moved in with his girlfriend, and Sophie was in college miles away. They were thriving, and I was proud of them. I really was. But I’d never felt so empty.
I took another sip of wine, then poured myself another. The thought crossed my mind that I shouldn’t drink so much alone, but honestly, what else did I have tonight? The evenings stretched on endlessly, every single one a repeat of the last.
I glanced at the framed photo on the shelf—me holding Sophie as a newborn, Danny and Michael grinning on either side of me. They were so little then, all needing me so much. I wanted that again, that chaos, the constant demands. I wanted a baby to hold, to care for.
The truth hit me hard, and before I could stop it, a tear slipped down my cheek. My hand shook as I set the glass down. It wasn’t just the wine making me feel this way. It was the aching, relentless loneliness. I wanted another baby. I wanted to feel life growing inside me again, to hear giggles in the house. But how? At forty-four, with no partner in sight, what were my chances?
The sound of the doorbell startled me. Wiping at my face, I stumbled toward the door. When I opened it, Danny and Michael were there- my boys.
“Mom,” Danny said, his brows furrowed as he stepped inside. “Have you been crying? And…drinking?”
Michael followed him, sniffing the air. “Yep. Definitely wine. How much, Mom?”
I laughed, but it came out more like a hiccup. “Oh, don’t start lecturing me. I’m allowed a little fun.”
Danny raised an eyebrow. “Is that what we’re calling it now?”
Michael shrugged off his jacket and threw it on the back of the couch. “We just thought we’d swing by, you know, surprise you. Sophie said you’ve been…feeling down.”
“Oh, she did, did she?” I said, trying to sound annoyed, but my voice cracked, betraying me. “Well, I’m fine. Just a little…lonely. That’s all.”
Danny sat down, patting the cushion next to him. “Come here, Mom. Talk to us.”
I hesitated, but the warmth in his voice broke me. I sank onto the couch beside him, suddenly feeling so small.
“It’s just…it’s hard,” I said, staring at my hands. “I love you three so much, and I’m so proud of you, but the house is so quiet now. I miss being needed. I miss—” My throat tightened, and I couldn’t get the words out.
Michael crouched in front of me, his eyes soft. “You miss having little ones around?”
I nodded, my tears spilling over. “I do. I want a baby. I know it sounds crazy, but I do. I want to feel like a mom again, a real mom. Not just someone you check in on when you remember.”
Danny’s face fell. “Mom, we don’t just ‘check-in.’ We love you.”
Michael reached for my hand. “And you’ll always be our mom. Always.”
I shook my head, the words pouring out of me now. “But it’s not the same! I don’t have anyone here. I don’t have a partner, and I’m too old to start over. I’ve missed my chance, and now I just feel…useless.”
“Mom,” Danny said, his voice firm. “You’re not useless. You’ve raised three kids who love you. That’s huge.”
I tried to smile, but the ache in my chest wouldn’t let up. “I just don’t know who I am without you all.”
Michael squeezed my hand. “We get it, Mom. Really, we do. But you don’t need another baby to feel whole.”
I sniffled, wiping my face with the back of my hand. “I don’t know what I need.”
Danny leaned back, rubbing his chin. “Well, for starters, maybe less wine,” he teased, trying to lighten the mood.
I managed a weak laugh. “Yeah, maybe. But I haven’t had a drink in a while so I deserve it.”
Michael smiled. “How about we stay the night? We’ll order some pizza, and watch a movie. Like old times. Hell, we will even join you drinking.”
I blinked at them, my heart swelling with a love so fierce it hurt. “You’d do that for me?”
Danny grinned. “Of course. But only if you promise not to hog the popcorn.”
Michael rolled his eyes. “And no chick flicks, Mom. Oh, and I hope there is more to drink than just wine, any spirits.”
I laughed, wiping at my face as the tension in my chest loosened just a bit. “You two are ridiculous,” I said, but my voice was soft, filled with gratitude. “Fine, you can have the popcorn, and I’ll let you pick the movie. But as for spirits—” I raised an eyebrow and smirked, “—check the cabinet above the fridge. There might be something worth cracking open.”
Michael was already halfway to the kitchen. “Now we’re talking!” he called over his shoulder.
Danny shook his head, leaning back against the couch. “You know he’s just using this as an excuse to raid your stash, right?”
“Oh, please,” I said, nudging him lightly. “He gets it from you.”
“Me?” Danny gave a mock-offended look. “I’m the responsible one here.”
“Sure you are,” I said, rolling my eyes, but I couldn’t help smiling. For the first time in weeks, I felt something other than the gnawing loneliness. It wasn’t gone, but it was quieter, dulled by the warm presence of my boys.
Michael returned triumphantly, holding up a bottle of whiskey. “Found it! And—” he grabbed a stack of mismatched glasses from the counter and sat down beside me on the couch with Danny on the other side of me. I kept thinking about having a baby, they may not understand but I was determined to want one.
As Michael poured the whiskey into mismatched glasses, the smell of it filled the room, rich and slightly smoky. I accepted a glass and stared into the amber liquid, my thoughts still swirling even as I tried to enjoy the moment. Danny clinked his glass against mine, smiling warmly. Michael held him up too, all smug and proud of himself for finding my hidden stash.
“To Mom,” Danny said, his voice soft but full of sincerity. “The best damn mom anyone could ask for.”
Michael raised his glass. “To Mom, and to the whiskey she didn’t know she was saving for us.”
I laughed, shaking my head. “You boys are trouble. Always have been.”
But as I sipped the whiskey, feeling its warmth spread through me, the ache in my chest refused to leave entirely. I couldn’t help it. The idea of having a baby, of starting over, felt like the only thing that could fill this void inside me. My boys didn’t understand, and honestly, I didn’t expect them to.
I glanced at them, sitting on either side of me, their broad shoulders, their strong faces. When had they grown into these men? I’d blinked, and they’d gone from messy-haired boys to adults with lives of their own. I was so proud of them. But I couldn’t deny the emptiness they’d left behind.
“Okay, spill it,” Danny said, leaning closer to me. “What’s going on in that head of yours? You’re doing that thing where you get all quiet and lost in your thoughts.”
Michael nodded. “Yeah, you’re not off the hook yet, Mom. We came here to check on you, so talk.”
I sighed, setting my glass on the coffee table. “You’re not going to let it go, are you?”
“Nope,” they said in unison, making me laugh again despite myself.
“It’s just…” I hesitated, staring at the floor. “I can’t stop thinking about how much I miss having kids in the house. It sounds crazy, but I keep thinking about having another baby. Starting over. I know I’m too old, and it’s probably impossible, but it’s all I can think about lately.”
The room went quiet for a moment. Danny and Michael exchanged a look, one of those silent conversations siblings have, and I braced myself for the jokes or the dismissive comments I thought were coming.
But instead, Danny leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “Mom, it’s not crazy to want that. You loved being a mom, and you were damn good at it. But… are you sure that’s what you want? Another baby?”
Michael nodded, his voice gentler than I expected. “Yeah, I mean, you’ve got us. And we’re not going anywhere, even if we’re not living here anymore.”
I swallowed hard, trying to find the right words. “It’s not that I don’t love you. I do, so much. But it’s this… this need I can’t shake. To hold a baby again, to feel like I’m needed every day like I have a purpose.”
Danny reached over and put a hand on mine. “You’ve always had a purpose, Mom. You’re the reason we’re here, doing what we’re doing. You gave us everything.”
Michael chimed in. “And you still do. I mean, who else is going to make me lasagna when Sarah burns dinner?”
I laughed again, swatting at him. “Oh, stop.”
But even as we joked, the weight of my longing didn’t fade. I knew they wanted me to feel better, to let go of this crazy idea, but the truth was, I couldn’t. I didn’t know how. It wasn’t about them or what they’d given me—it was about this deep, unrelenting need to fill the silence in this house, to feel life here again.
I looked at them, my grown boys who had their whole lives ahead of them. They wouldn’t understand, not fully. But maybe that was okay. Maybe I didn’t need them to understand. I just needed to hold onto this dream, however impossible it seemed.
“Well,” I said, picking up my glass and forcing a smile, “enough of my emotional mess. Let’s pick a movie before Michael finishes all the whiskey.”
Michael grinned. “Don’t worry, Mom. I’m pacing myself.”
Danny chuckled. “Barely. But fine. No chick flicks, though. By the way, Mom, that nightie your wearing can’t believe you still wear that thing.”
I looked down at myself, suddenly self-conscious under Danny’s teasing. The wine-red satin nightie clung to me in a way that was both comfortable and, admittedly, a little revealing. I hadn’t put much thought into it earlier—it was just one of those things I threw on when I wanted to feel a bit more put-together even in my own solitude.
The neckline dipped low, skimming just above where my cleavage began, with delicate lace trimming that hinted at softness without being too bold. Thin straps rested on my shoulders, slipping slightly as I moved, and the fabric flowed loosely over my hips, ending mid-thigh.
“It’s comfortable,” I said, adjusting one of the straps with an exaggerated huff. “And besides, who’s going to see me in it but you two?”
Michael smirked, holding up his glass. “Well, thanks for that image, Mom. Cheers to your timeless fashion choices.”
Danny shook his head, laughing. “No offense, but it’s like walking into a scene from the ’90s. Is that the same one you used to wear when we were kids?”
I rolled my eyes. “Maybe. Don’t act like you don’t love a good classic. And don’t pretend you’ve never worn the same ratty T-shirt for years.”
“Touché,” Danny said, lifting his glass in surrender. “But if we’re stuck here watching movies with you, you’re not allowed to get all sentimental on us about it.”
“Sentimental? Me?” I feigned innocence, leaning back into the couch as the smooth fabric of the nightie shifted around me. “I’m perfectly capable of separating fashion from emotions, thank you very much.”
Michael pointed at me with his glass. “Sure you are, Ms. ‘I Want Another Baby.’ But seriously, Mom, it suits you. And if it makes you happy, who are we to judge?”
“Stop making fun of me for wanting a baby,” I poured another drink with a tear falling down my cheek.
Michael’s teasing grin faded as he noticed the tear slipping down my cheek. The lighthearted banter that had filled the room just moments ago seemed to dissolve into silence. I stared into my glass, swirling the amber liquid as if it held answers to the ache inside me.
“Mom…” Danny’s voice was softer now, edged with concern. “We weren’t making fun of you.”
I let out a shaky breath, wiping the tear away with the back of my hand. “I know. It’s just… it’s hard for me to even say it out loud, you know? Wanting something like this at my age. It feels stupid.”
“Hey.” Michael leaned forward, setting his glass on the table. “It’s not stupid. I mean, yeah, it surprised us. But wanting to feel like… like you’ve got more to give? That’s not stupid. That’s you.”
Danny nodded, his brows knit together. “And we’re not judging you for it. We just don’t want you to be sad. That’s all.”
I looked at them, my boys, and my heart swelled with love and frustration at the same time. They meant well—I knew that. But they couldn’t possibly understand the deep, gnawing emptiness I felt. It wasn’t just about missing them or the silence in the house. It was about missing the person I used to be. The mom with a baby in her arms, the mom with a purpose that stretched beyond herself.
“It’s more than that,” I said, my voice breaking. “It’s not just about being sad. It’s about… needing to feel like I matter. Like there’s still something left for me to do. I’ve spent my whole life taking care of you three, and I wouldn’t trade that for anything. But now…” I trailed off, my hand shaking as I took another sip.
Danny leaned back, rubbing his chin. “You still matter, Mom. You matter to us, to Sophie. You don’t need a baby to prove that.”
“It’s not about proving anything,” I said, frustration creeping into my voice. “It’s about filling this… this emptiness. You’ve all moved on, and I’m just… here. Alone. It’s hard. Who am I kidding anyway, I want one but cant have one, I have no one to get me pregnant so looks like that’s not happening, I want one so bad.”
The weight of my words hung in the air, heavier than I had anticipated. I set my glass down with a shaky hand, feeling the tears threaten to spill again. The silence in the room was deafening now, and I glanced at Danny and Michael, both of them looking at me with something between worry and helplessness.
“Mom…” Michael said softly, his voice free of its usual playful edge. He shifted closer, resting a hand on my knee. “It’s okay to feel like this. You’re not wrong for wanting what you want. But you can’t beat yourself up about something that’s out of your control.”
Danny nodded, his face serious. “And you don’t need anyone to validate what you’re feeling, either. You’ve spent your entire life giving to us, to Sophie. It’s not surprising you want to keep doing that. You’re a mom through and through.”
“But being a mom without kids here…” I sighed, wiping my face again. “It’s like I don’t know who I am anymore. You’re all grown, and I’m… what? Just someone waiting around for visits and phone calls?”
Michael’s hand tightened on my knee. “Mom, come on. You’re so much more than that. And if having another baby is something you’re serious about, there are ways—”
I shook my head, cutting him off. “It’s not about the ‘how.’ It’s about the fact that I want to feel that connection again, that purpose. But at my age, with no one beside me… it’s just a dream.”
Danny shifted uncomfortably. “I mean… yeah, it might be hard. But you’re not too old to dream, Mom. If this is what you want, you shouldn’t just write it off.”
I glanced at him, a flicker of hope sparking despite myself. “You really think so?”
Michael grinned. “Yeah. We’ll back you up, whatever you decide. Hell, we can even start screening some guys for you. Danny can handle the financials; I’ll check if they can cook.”
I let out a laugh, and though it came out shaky, it was real. “You’re impossible, you know that?”
“That’s why you love me,” Michael said, leaning back against the couch with a cocky smile.
2 Hours had passed and we were on another bottle, I was giddy and laughing drunk like a schoolgirl.
The whiskey had loosened my tongue and melted away the weight on my chest, at least for now. The bottle sat nearly empty on the coffee table, a silent witness to our impromptu therapy session. My head was light, my cheeks warm, and laughter came easier than it had in weeks.
Michael was leaning back on the couch, legs stretched out, clearly feeling the effects as he gestured wildly while recounting some ridiculous story about his girlfriend Sarah trying to put together a piece of IKEA furniture.
“She thought the hex key was a decoration!” Michael slurred, grinning from ear to ear. “She held it up and said, ‘What do I do with this?’ I was like, ‘Sarah, it’s literally the tool.’”
Danny groaned, holding his sides as he laughed. “God, Michael, where do you find these women? And how do they put up with you?”
“Please,” Michael said, pretending to be offended. “I’m a catch. She knows it.”
I was laughing so hard that tears sprang to my eyes, not from sadness this time but from the sheer absurdity of it all. It felt good. Too good. The ache in my chest had dulled to a faint hum, and for the first time in what felt like forever, I wasn’t consumed by it.
“You boys are a riot,” I said, leaning forward and pouring the last few drops of whiskey into my glass. “But you’re going to drive your poor mother to an early grave with all these stories.”
“Good to see you laugh mom,” Michael said as he poured us all another drink.
“You trying to get me drunk huh,” I teased, swirling the little bit of whiskey left in my glass before raising it to my lips. “You boys have always been troublemakers, and now you’re enablers too?”
Michael grinned like the devil himself, leaning back against the couch with his own glass. “Come on, Mom. You could use a little fun. Besides, who said anything about getting drunk? We’re bonding here.”
Danny chuckled, running a hand through his hair. “Yeah, bonding. If bonding means turning Mom into one of the guys.”
“One of the guys?” I raised an eyebrow, smirking. “I’ll have you know I can hold my liquor better than either of you. Always have.”
Michael nearly choked on his drink, his laughter echoing through the room. “Oh, is that so? Alright, Mom, we’ll see about that. But if you’re gonna claim you’re better than us, you have to prove it. What’s the craziest thing you’ve ever done while tipsy?”
Danny groaned, shaking his head. “Michael, seriously? Don’t encourage her.”
“She doesn’t need encouragement, look at her,” Michael gestured toward me with a mischievous grin.
“Trust me, boys, I have done a lot that I am not proud of, I was wild back in the day before I met your dad. Lets just say me and 2 guys and that is all am saying, use your imagination.” I said my face flushed as I downed my drink out of embarrassment and poured another.
Michael nearly spit out his drink, choking on laughter. “Wait, what? Two guys? Mom, you can’t just drop that bomb and leave it there!”
Danny’s face turned red, his mouth opening and closing as if he was searching for words but couldn’t find any. “Okay, nope. I didn’t need to know that. At all.”
I couldn’t help but laugh, the whiskey and their stunned reactions made me feel bold. I raised my glass in a mock toast. “Well, you asked for crazy, didn’t you? Be careful what you wish for, boys.”
Michael leaned forward, grinning like a kid who’d just heard a juicy secret. “Alright, alright, I’m dying here. Details, Mom. We need details.”
Danny groaned loudly, covering his ears. “No, we do not. I need a drink just to erase the mental image.”
I leaned back against the couch, my laughter bubbling over. “Relax, Danny. I’m not giving you the play-by-play. But let’s just say… I wasn’t always the responsible mother you know now.”
Michael raised an eyebrow. “Clearly. I mean, two guys? Mom, you’re a legend. Did Dad know about this?”
I smirked, swirling my glass. “Your father knew I had a past, and he didn’t care. He loved me for who I was, not who I used to be.” My voice softened at the mention of their dad, the weight of nostalgia creeping in. “And honestly, I wouldn’t change a thing. Every wild, crazy decision I made led me to him… and to you three.”
Danny finally lowered his hands, sighing dramatically. “Well, thanks for that. I’ll never look at you the same way again, but thanks.”
“Oh, come on,” I teased, nudging him with my foot. “Don’t act like you haven’t done stupid things too.”
Michael raised his hand. “For the record, I’m officially impressed. I didn’t think you had it in you, Mom, damn I need a cold shower.”
“Michael!” I gasped, clutching my sides as I burst into laughter. “A cold shower? Are you serious right now?”
Danny groaned again, pressing the heels of his hands against his temples. “This is exactly why I said not to encourage her. Now she’s never going to stop.”
Michael grinned unabashedly, leaning back against the couch and stretching his arms out. “Hey, I’m just saying it like it is. Mom’s got layers. Who knew?”
I shook my head, wiping at the tears streaming from the corners of my eyes from laughing too hard. “Oh, trust me, boys. There’s a lot you don’t know about your dear old mom and some of it is better left that way.”
Michael wagged a finger at me, his grin devilish. “Nah, you’ve already let the cat out of the bag. No going back now. Besides, I think it’s great. You’ve got stories. I just wish we could do something about you wanting a baby I feel so bad for you mom.”
I sighed, “It’s ok honey it’s not like you guys can give me one.”
Danny immediately groaned, covering his face with his hands. “Mom, please, for the love of God, don’t say things like that.”
Michael, on the other hand, snorted into his drink, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “Well, she’s not wrong, Danny. We’re kind of out of the running for that job.”
I couldn’t help but laugh at their polar opposite reactions, the sound bubbling up from deep within me, lightening the heavy atmosphere. “Relax, Danny. It was a joke. Sort of.”
Danny peeked out from behind his hands, his expression caught between exasperation and amusement. “I know you’re joking, but could you not? I’m still recovering from the two-guys thing.”
Michael leaned forward, smirking at his brother. “You’re way too uptight. Mom’s just being honest. Even if you wouldn’t I sure would seal the deal.”
“Michael what the…” Danny nearly leaped off the couch, his eyes wide as he pointed an accusatory finger at Michael. “What the hell are you even talking about, man? Do you even hear yourself?”
Michael was laughing so hard he could barely catch his breath. “Relax, Danny. I’m kidding! God, you’re so easy to wind up. Mom, back me up here!”
I shook my head, trying to keep a straight face but failing miserably. “Oh, Michael, you really know how to push buttons, don’t you?”
Danny looked like he was about to combust. “Push buttons? He’s acting like he’s auditioning for a twisted reality show! I need more whiskey for this.”
Michael smirked, holding up his glass in mock cheers. “Loosen up, bro. Life’s too short to not have a little fun.”
I placed a hand on Danny’s arm, trying to calm him down. “Danny, honey, he’s just joking. You know Michael’s sense of humour is… unique.”
“Unique?” Danny shook his head in disbelief, his face still red. “That’s one way to put it. Another way would be unhinged.”
Michael threw his hands up in surrender, grinning ear to ear. “Alright, alright. I’ll behave. Scout’s honor.”
“You were never a scout,” Danny muttered, sinking back onto the couch and rubbing his temples.
I leaned back, sipping my drink and marvelling at the chaos these two could still stir up. “You boys are exhausting, but I wouldn’t trade you for anything.”
Michael grinned. “Not even for two guys? you would easily have a baby in no time.”
I nearly choked on my drink, sputtering as I turned to Michael with a mix of shock and laughter. “Oh, my God, Michael! You just had to take it there, didn’t you?”
Danny groaned loudly, throwing his head back against the couch. “That’s it. I’m done. Mom, you’re cut off. Michael, you’re—well, I don’t even know what you are.”
Michael, unfazed and clearly revelling in the chaos he was causing, spread his arms wide in mock innocence. “What? I’m just saying she’d have options! Mom’s a total catch.”
I rolled my eyes, my cheeks burning from a mix of embarrassment and the wine’s warmth. “Michael, you’re going to give me a heart attack one of these days. And no, we are not discussing my hypothetical… options.”
Michael leaned back with a satisfied smirk. “Hey, just trying to be supportive. You’re the one who brought up wanting a baby.”
Danny shot him a glare. “Supportive? You’re insane. Mom, don’t listen to him. He’s completely deranged.”
I shook my head, laughing despite myself. “Oh, Danny, relax. You’re going to pop a vein at this rate.”
Danny threw his hands up. “You’re laughing now, but the next thing you know, he’ll be setting you up on dates with his weird friends.”
Michael perked up, clearly loving the idea. “Oh, that’s brilliant. Mom, how do you feel about younger guys? You know, keep things fresh.”
Danny groaned, grabbing a pillow and burying his face in it. “I can’t do this. I physically can’t. Surprised he’s got a girlfriend the way he acts.”
Michael clutched his chest in mock indignation, leaning back as if Danny’s words had mortally wounded him. “Wow, bro. Way to throw me under the bus. Sarah loves my personality, thank you very much. I’m fun, spontaneous, and I have great hair.”
I couldn’t help but laugh, shaking my head at the spectacle they were putting on. “Alright, you two. Enough. Danny, stop acting like you’ve been traumatized, and Michael, stop… well, just stop being you for five minutes.”
Michael held his hands up in surrender, but the grin never left his face. “Fine, fine. I’ll behave. But for the record, Mom, I think you’d be a hit with younger guys. You’ve got the whole ‘cool, independent woman’ vibe going on.”
Danny let out a long-suffering groan from behind the pillow. “I can’t believe I’m hearing this. Mom, can we please talk about anything else? Literally anything else.”
“What about two guys,” Michael smirked knowing what he was doing. “I mean where two guys Danny.”
Danny let out a strangled groan, his hands flying up as if he could physically ward off Michael’s words. “Michael, please! You’re killing me here. Mom, make him stop!”
“I mean Michael isn’t wrong, please Danny get a drink and loosen up,” I said pouring him a drink.
I chuckled, shaking my head at Danny, who looked like he was about to combust. “Oh, come on, Danny. Don’t be such a prude. Have a drink and loosen up a bit. Michael’s just messing with you.”
Danny peeked out from behind the pillow he was gripping like a lifeline. “Loosen up? Mom, do you hear yourself? This isn’t just ‘messing around.’ He’s trying to break my brain.”
Michael, as smug as ever, leaned back on the couch, swirling the whiskey in his glass like he was some kind of debonair troublemaker. “What can I say? It’s a gift. And Danny, seriously, you’re too easy. One little joke, and you’re ready to disown me.”
Danny glared at him. “It’s not ‘one little joke.’ It’s every single word that comes out of your mouth. And I’d disown you if I could, but unfortunately, I’m stuck with you. Enough with the two guys’ line, next you be saying we should give her a baby? Pathetic.”
Michael’s face lit up at Danny’s sarcastic remark, his grin was as mischievous as ever. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees and staring Danny down with exaggerated seriousness. “Oh, you’re so right, Danny. Let’s volunteer for that job. Totally normal sibling behaviour.”
Danny groaned so loudly it could’ve been heard two houses down. “Michael, for the love of God, stop. Just stop. You’re making this so much worse.”
“What if I am now joking,” Michael’s grin widened as he leaned back into the couch, a twinkle of mischief in his eyes that practically screamed trouble. “What if I’m not joking, Danny?” he said, his tone light but deliberately teasing.
Danny’s face turned an impressive shade of crimson. “Michael, I swear to everything holy—stop. Right now.”
“I mean Danny bro, you don’t have a girlfriend do you, whens the last time you…” Michael said in a serious tone.
“Michael!” Danny’s voice shot up an octave, and he sat upright so fast it was like he’d been electrocuted. “Stop. Right now. I am not discussing this with you. Or Mom. Ever.”
Michael smirked, clearly enjoying every second of his brother’s discomfort. “I’m just saying, Danny. You’ve been, what, a little… tense lately? Maybe you’re due for a… release.”
“Its been far too long,” Danny said downing his drink.
The room fell into a stunned silence, the sound of Danny’s glass hitting the table the only thing breaking the tension. Michael’s jaw dropped, his cocky smirk frozen mid-form, and even I was caught off guard, blinking at Danny’s unexpected confession.
Michael recovered first, throwing his head back with a howl of laughter. “Oh my God, Danny! Did you just admit that? Here? In front of Mom?!”
Danny groaned, his face buried in his hands as the whiskey worked its way through his system, clearly loosening his usual guarded demeanor. “Oh, shut up, Michael. You’re the one who brought it up. And I’m not tense—I’ve just been… busy. Okay?”
“Busy? With what?” Michael teased, leaning forward with a devilish grin. “Because it sure as hell doesn’t sound like you’ve been… occupied in that way.”
Danny glared at him, his ears turning red. “Can we not do this right now? Or ever?”
I couldn’t hold back a laugh, the tension dissolving into humor as I poured myself another drink. “Oh, Danny, honey, you walked right into that one. You know Michael’s not going to let this go now.”
Danny shot me a look of betrayal. “Mom! You’re supposed to be on my side.”
I shrugged, fighting a grin. “I’m just saying, you could’ve dodged the question. But since we’re here, why don’t you tell us? Is there someone special? Or are you just working too hard?”
Michael leaned back, shaking his head with exaggerated dismay. “Special? Please. Danny wouldn’t know special if it smacked him in the face. He’s too busy being a workaholic.”
Danny rolled his eyes, muttering something under his breath before downing the rest of his whiskey. “You’re impossible, Michael. And no, for your information, I’m just taking a break. Relationships are… complicated.”
I softened, leaning forward to place a hand on his arm. “That’s fair, sweetheart. Relationships can be hard. But you shouldn’t give up on them altogether. You deserve someone who makes you happy.”
Michael smirked, raising his glass. “Yeah, Danny. Someone who’ll loosen you up a bit. Maybe even help you with that, uh… ‘far too long’ situation. Maybe tonight is the night.”
The room froze again, Michael’s last words hanging in the air like a particularly heavy cloud. Danny’s head shot up, his face now a vivid mix of incredulity and fury.
“Michael, I swear to God, if you don’t shut up right now…” Danny’s voice was low and dangerous, the kind of tone that only brothers could master, hovering somewhere between a genuine threat and sheer frustration.
Michael, of course, was completely unfazed. If anything, his grin widened, and he leaned back, swirling his glass like he was a man without a care in the world. “What? I’m just saying, maybe tonight’s the night Danny takes a breather. Let loose a little, find someone who—” Michael said as he looked at me, I felt all flushed and sat between the two of them.
“Michael, for God’s sake, stop it. Seriously, you’ve gone from annoying to outright insufferable.” Danny’s voice was sharp, his frustration all too evident.
Michael shrugged, completely unbothered, as he took another sip of his drink. “What? I’m just trying to lighten the mood. Besides, it’s not like I’m wrong—Danny could use a little loosening up, and Mom’s been saying she wants someone around here, who can get the job done if you get me.”
“Someone?” Danny threw up his hands. “She’s talking about a baby, not—whatever it is you’re implying!”
“Mom how bad do you want a baby,” Danny asked me.
I sighed, setting my glass down and tucking my legs beneath me on the couch. “It’s not just about wanting a baby, Danny,” I said, my voice low. “It’s about what that baby represents. I miss having someone to take care of, someone who needs me. It’s like… I don’t know how to feel whole without it.”
“Do you want me to help,” Danny said as Michael spoke up, “What about me? I mean sorry to bring the two guys up, but we are two guys.”
“What do you mean by that,” I asked curiously, feeling the whiskey course through my veins as the room began to blur slightly around the edges.
“I mean, we could help you out with that baby thing,” Michael said, his eyes gleaming with mischief. “You know, if you’re serious about it.”
The room fell into an almost deafening silence, the playful banter evaporating in an instant. I stared at Michael, the weight of his words sinking in like a slow tide. The whiskey had loosened his tongue, sure, but this?
“I…” I honestly didn’t know what to say, I really wanted a baby badly. I looked at either side of me, both me boys.
“You just want to get your dick wet Michael, would you really bang our mom,” Danny said as my cheeks went red.
“No, no, it’s not like that,” Michael said quickly, holding up his hands in a placating gesture. “I mean… well, maybe a little bit. But seriously, Mom. We love you and we want to help you.”
Danny shook his head slowly from side to side as if trying to shake off the absurdity of the situation. “Michael… are you really suggesting what I think you are?”
Michael nodded earnestly, his eyes fixed on me with an intensity that was both unnerving and strangely comforting at the same time. “Yes,” he said simply. “We can give her what she wants. Also, Danny, you get the release you need.”
At that moment, I couldn’t help but laugh nervously. The thought of my own sons stepping up to give me a child was both absurd and strangely heartwarming. “You’re joking, right?” I said, even as my heart raced with a mix of disbelief and hope.
Michael shook his head earnestly. “No, Mom. We’re not.” He looked at Danny, who seemed to be considering the idea for the first time since he had uttered it in jest just moments ago. “If you really want another baby,” Michael continued softly, “then we can help you. Won’t we Danny, come on dude I know you want to I can see your bulge.”
Michael said, looking at Danny with a serious expression. “Don’t you want to give your mom the baby she desires? You know how much she loves children.”
Danny hesitated for a moment, his eyes darting between Michael and me. Then he nodded slowly, his voice barely above a whisper. “Fine… Yes… yes. I do.” He looked at me, his eyes filled with concern and affection. “If that’s what Mom wants though, as she hasn’t said anything.”
“What do you say, Mom, I mean we’re here just for tonight. We can take turns, I will let Danny go first,” Michael said, grinning like a mischievous teenager.
I laughed, shaking my head at them. “You boys are impossible, you know that? No way am I going to let either of you sleep with me tonight. I can’t believe you both are willing to take turns having sex with me. But I do want a baby, I don’t know, I…”
My head spun with whiskey and desire, my voice barely above a whisper when I finally spoke, “Okay. I want that. I want a baby. I want to be a mom again.”
“Where should we do it, I mean we can’t do you on the couch,” Michael said adjusting his crotch.
“Couch is fine,” I told them, I put my hand up my nightie and pulled my knickers down and off. “I don’t need two of you, I only need one load inside me if you get what I mean.
“Mom it is better if you have both loads just to make sure you get pregnant,” Michael said as he smiled at me.
“Ok ok, your right… so, erm… who wants to go first.” I said nervously, I haven’t had sex for over 8 years and that was protective sex. Here I am now about to be dicked raw with my sons.
The room was thick with tension, and I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. I couldn’t believe what I was about to do, but the thought of having another baby, of feeling that connection again, was too strong to resist.
“I’ll go first,” Danny said, his voice low and determined.
“I will get off the couch and give you both some room, go on Danny boy give her it good,” Michael said as he stood up with his drink watching us.
Danny took off my nightie, I had no bra on underneath as he laid me on the couch as he undid his jeans.
Danny positioned himself between my legs, his eyes locked on mine as he slowly pushed inside me. I gasped at the feeling of him filling me up, my body remembering the sensation even if my mind struggled to catch up.
He started to move, his thrusts slow and deliberate as he took in every inch of me. I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him deeper as I moaned softly.
“Oh, fuck, Mom,” he murmured, his breath hot against my ear. “You feel so good.”
Michael watched us, his eyes glazed with desire as he sipped his drink. “Fuck, that’s hot,” he muttered, his hand moving to his crotch as he began to stroke himself through his jeans.
Danny picked up the pace, pumping his cock into my vagina, “you… you ok mom, ah fuck.”
“Yes, Danny, yes,” I cried out, my body trembling beneath him.
“Oh, God, Danny, don’t stop, Mmm oh my pussy yes,” I pleaded, my voice husky and raw, I shouldn’t be enjoying it this much. I was only doing this to get pregnant but I was enjoying taking Danny’s dick.
As Danny continued to fuck me, I couldn’t help but feel a mix of guilt and pleasure. I knew this was wrong on so many levels, but the feeling of him inside me, the way he filled me up, was overwhelming. I moaned louder, my hands gripping the couch cushions as I urged him on.
“Fuck, Mom, your pussy feels so good,” Danny groaned, as he started to pound me hard with his balls slapping hard against my ass.
Danny thrust harder and deeper into me, our bodies slapping together with each movement. I could feel my orgasm building inside me, my moans growing louder as I reached for it.
“Oh fuck,” Danny gasped suddenly, his body tensing up as he pumped every last drop of semen deep inside me. He collapsed on top of me for a moment before rolling off to the side, panting heavily as sweat dripped down his face.
“Dude you didn’t last long did you,” Michael teased him.
“Shut up, its been a long while since I done it, go on your turn.” Danny said putting his cock away and getting off the couch as Michael took his jeans and boxers off and climbed on top of me.
“Dont worry mom ill last longer, I will make sure I edge myself to give you the biggest load ever,” he said while sliding his cock up and down my clit before sliding into my cum stained pussy.
Michael positioned himself between my legs, his cock sliding effortlessly into me. I gasped as he filled me up, the feeling of him inside me so different from his brother. He thrust deeper, harder, our bodies slapping together with each movement.
He was rougher than Danny had been, more demanding in his movements. My body responded to it; I moaned louder as he pounded into me with a frenzy that made my toes curl and my eyes roll back in pleasure.
He was full-on pounding me into the couch his pubic bone hitting mine as he fully fucked me on the couch. He shifted my position as he picked my legs up and put them over his shoulders and started to really give me it, and omg it was amazing.
“Oh fuck ahhh, oh shit baby ahh,” I groaned as he plowed into me like an animal in heat. His face was red and sweaty, the couch squeaking and Danny looked shocked as Michael fucked me so hard.
Michael was pounding me hard, his cock sliding into my pussy with so much force that I felt every inch of him deep inside me. I couldn’t help but let out a series of dirty talk as he thrust deep into my cunt; “Oh, oh fucking hell yeah, Michael your big dick is hitting every part of my wet slippery cunt,” I screamed.
“Um,” “ahh,” moans in dialogue while stammering and grunting from the intense pleasure vaginal penetration.
He began to slow down his pumping motion as he pulled out his cock slowly inch by inch until just the head was still inside before slamming it back in again with full force causing me to scream and groan loudly in lustful pleasure. The smell of our sex filled the room mixed with sweat like a sweet perfume fueled by our passion-filled bodies grinding against each other on the couch in front of Danny who’s cock was so hard again.
I tilted my head to the side as Michael kept hammering into me, “Ahh fuck… oh yes harder, Da-Danny come here.” I said as Michael keep’s sliding in and out. Danny stepped to the side of the cock his cock near my head.
I reached out and grabbed it, stroking it firmly as Michael continued to plow into me as I put Danny’s dick in my mouth.
“Wait a minute Danny let me shift her position,” Michael got me on all fours, “right that should be better.”
I was being spitroasted, Michael sliding back inside my pussy from behind and Danny pushing his cock back in my mouth.
I could feel the warmth of their bodies pressed against me, the heat radiating off them as they took turns sliding in and out of my pussy and mouth. Their cocks were thick, hard, and hot as they thrust into me with reckless abandon. I was lost in a sea of pleasure, drowning in their lustful embrace. My body was on fire, every nerve ending screaming for more as they claimed me like two ravenous beasts.
Michael’s cock slid effortlessly into my soaking wet cunt; it filled me up completely until there was no room left for anything else but his massive shaft stretching my pussy walls to the limit. He held onto my hips tightly while he pounded away at me from behind; his moans growing louder with each thrust as he felt how much I loved having him inside of me.
“Oh God,” he groaned between gasps for air, “you feel so fucking good.”
Danny’s cock slid down my throat effortlessly; it hit the back of it causing gag reflexes but that didn’t stop him from facefucking me harder than ever before while Michael kept plowing into my pussy relentlessly without any mercy.
“Oh god fill my pussy up!” I screamed as Danny tightened his grip around the back of my head making me take every inch, choking on his 10-inch meat stick while Michael rutted into me like there was no tomorrow.
“Ungh! Ungrhhh!” Micahel grunted loudly as my ass slapped against him as he went faster.
I could feel his cock swelling inside of me, stretching me to the limit as he took control of my body with every thrust. He grabbed my ass, spreading it apart so he could watch his thick cock sliding in and out of my tight pussy while Danny moaned loudly, clearly enjoying the sight.
“Oh god you guys are so fucking good at this,” I gasped between breaths as Michael’s hand slid around to grab a handful of my tits while he continued to pound away at me from behind.
My moans were muffled by Danny’s massive erection shoved down my throat but that didn’t stop them from growing louder.
“Oh fuck, Mom, I’m gonna cum,” Michael growled, his thrusts becoming erratic as he reached his peak.
“Do it, Michael. Fill me up with your cum,” I begged, my voice barely audible around Danny’s cock.
With a final, powerful thrust, Michael buried himself deep inside me and came, his hot seed filling me up as I cried out in pleasure.
I could feel Danny twitching in my mouth I pulled out, “Danny finish in my pussy.”
Michael pulled out to make room for Danny, I was about to get another load inside me.
Danny positioned himself behind me, his cock grazing my still sensitive lips. I moaned in anticipation, my pussy throbbing with pleasure.
He gripped my hips tightly as he thrust into me with a primal need that sent shivers down my spine. He filled me up completely, his shaft hitting every inch of me as he began to build a rhythm. The thrusts into me were sloppy with the amount of cum I had already inside of me.
I clung to the couch as he pounded into me, my nails digging into the fabric beneath me as I screamed out in pleasure. My moans grew louder and more urgent with each thrust, urging him on. My pussy was so swollen and wet from both his cock and Michael’s that it felt like a slippery cavern of pure lust.
Danny grabbed a handful of my tits, squeezing them roughly as he continued to plow into me relentlessly. His hips moved with precision, ensuring every inch of his long cock was sliding deep within my cunt. “Oh God, Danny! Fuck your mom’s pussy!” I cried out between gasps for air.
My words seemed to spur him on even more as he began fucking me even harder than before. Each thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through my body, making it nearly impossible for me to think straight anymore. All I could focus on was the feeling of his hard cock sliding in and out of my soaking wet pussy over and over again.
“Argghh,” Danny grunted slamming into me real hard, he was about to erupt.
I moaned, “Oh god Danny, that feels so good. So fucking good. I can’t hold it in anymore. Oh my God, oh my God, oh FUCK!” I screamed as the intense orgasm surged through me like a tidal wave of pleasure washing over every inch of my body.
As the waves of pleasure subsided, Danny’s thrusts became slower, more deliberate, until he too reached his peak, filling me up with his own load. We collapsed onto the couch, spent and satisfied, our bodies slick with sweat and covered in a sheen of lust.
Michael, still watching, had long since finished stroking himself and was now sitting on the floor, a content smile on his face. “Well, Mom,” he said, his voice husky with desire. “I think that did the trick, haha you should defo get pregnant with 3 loads inside you. Damn mom, you was good.”
“Thank you,” I said softly, looking at each of them in turn. “Thank you for giving me this gift, for helping me fulfill my dream of being a mom again. You both seemed to enjoy it too.”
“Are you okay, Mom?” Danny asked, his voice laced with concern. “We didn’t hurt you, did we?”
“No, sweetheart, I’m more than okay,” she replied, her voice still shaky from the intense orgasms she had just experienced. “I feel… complete. Fulfilled and totally filled. And yes, a little sore, my pussy aches abit, but in the best possible way.”