Chapter 3

The morning sun streamed through the big kitchen windows, golden light warming the tiled floor where the three of them stood, bare and relaxed, their bodies still humming with the memory of last night. The scent of coffee mingled with something softer—skin, breath, closeness.

Tommy stood by the counter, toes curling on the cool floor as he stirred a spoon lazily through his mug. His hair was messy, cheeks still flushed, and he hadn’t stopped smiling since waking between Jon and Linda’s bodies.

Linda leaned beside him, arms folded beneath her gorgeous chest, eyes twinkling. “You slept like a little prince,” she said, voice husky with amusement. “And you earned it.”

Jon chuckled behind him, wrapping his arms around Tommy’s waist and pressing a warm kiss to his shoulder. “We were talking about you while you were still snoring.”

“You were?” Tommy looked back, wide-eyed and grinning.

“Oh yes,” Linda said, stepping closer. “We were saying how deliciously wicked you were. Who knew such a sweet boy could be so—” She grabbed him suddenly, hands circling his ribs with a playful lift.

“—wild,” Jon finished, guiding Tommy right onto the smooth kitchen table like he weighed nothing.

“Hey—!” Tommy laughed, flailing before steadying himself, legs dangling. “You guys can’t just throw me around!”

Linda stood between his knees, palms on his thighs, face tilted up. “Can’t we?” she teased. “You’re just so pickable. I couldn’t help myself.”

Jon leaned over, kissing the back of Tommy’s neck, his big hands squeezing gently at his sides. “You were perfect last night. Brave. Giving. So damn beautiful.”

Tommy’s breath caught, toes curling on the edge of the table.

“And so easy to adore,” Linda added, her voice quiet and full. She bent forward, kissed his chest, and rested her cheek there, listening to his racing heart. “Especially when you blush like that.”

“We might need to keep you on this table all day,” Jon murmured.

Tommy groaned, caught between embarrassment and glowing pride. “You two are so unfair. I’m an adult—young grown adult man, you know.”

Linda laughed lightly. “So are we. Well I’m a grown woman actually, Jon is a man, in case you haven’t noticed,” she said giggling with a wink. “We once dated a guy who was thirty and still got carded for beer. Didn’t grow a real beard till he was forty—and even then people thought it was fake. True story.”

Everyone laughed.

Jon kissed Tommy’s cheek. “Being babyfaced and young-hearted is a gift. Trust me.”

Tommy blushed deeper, but his smile came easy now. His heart swelled with respect, affection—something warm and solid. In their arms, he felt treasured.

“Get used to this,” Linda said, brushing a thumb along his thigh. “We plan on spoiling you rotten.”

He looked at them both in silence—Linda’s graceful curves, her laughter-softened breasts; Jon’s casual strength, the swell of muscle in his arms. It all felt surreal—and grounding. Like waking into a dream he didn’t know he’d been longing for.

Taking a sip of coffee, he chuckled. “I still can’t believe I took that huge cock inside me last night.”

Jon raised a brow and smirked, sipping from his own mug. “You handled it beautifully. A natural, I’d say.”

Linda burst into laughter, covering her mouth. She nudged Tommy playfully. “Didn’t I tell you? He’s generous—but he knows how to take his time.”

“Oh, I felt that.”

They laughed, warm and light. Jon crossed the room to kiss Tommy’s head before sitting beside him.

“You’re glowing,” he said.

“Must be the afterglow ... of your cum inside me,” Tommy laughed, flushing. “I mean—you’re fifty-five? How much did you have stored in those big balls?”

“You made me feel like a teenager,” Jon grinned. “If you join our family, you’ll be the young buck to a beautiful nineteen-year-old girl who keeps us ... impressively productive.”

Linda laughed softly, brushing her fingers through Tommy’s hair. “Her name is Mia. She’s sunshine and fire—just five feet tall, like you, with long, golden hair and the kind of mischief in her eyes that turns every day into an adventure.”

“She’s got the sweetest laugh,” Jon added warmly. “And she’s so affectionate. That girl wakes up happy to kiss someone—anyone—just for the joy of it. She’s fearless in the most endearing way.”

“And she adores softness,” Linda went on, her voice dipping with fondness. “She’d fall for your tender heart in a heartbeat. I think you two would be magic together. A little storm of youth and sweetness.”

Jon smiled, leaning closer. “And the two of you? Pocket-sized perfection. It’s like the universe hand-picked you for each other. Her tiny body, your gorgeous frame—it’s a serendipitous match.”

“You’d keep each other young,” he added, nudging Tommy’s shoulder. “And keep us all on our toes.”

Linda chuckled. “I can already see it. She’ll spoil you with kisses and drive you wild with her energy. Just wait till she pulls you into bed with those playful little hands of hers.”

They both looked at Tommy, beaming with quiet hope and certainty.

“You’d be loved,” Jon said. “Deeply. By all of us. But especially by her.”

Their laughter softened. Linda reached for Tommy’s hand, brushing his knuckles with her thumb.

“You were open with us. Brave. That kind of vulnerability—it’s everything,” she said gently.

Tommy looked at them—two beautiful, naked, confident people who had guided him into something deeper than pleasure.

He was still blushing when Linda suddenly straightened with a spark in her eyes.

“You know what?” she said, turning to Jon. “He’s way too cute to stay cooped up in here.”

Before Tommy could react, Linda’s hands slid around his waist and, in one smooth motion, hoisted him over her shoulder like he weighed nothing.

“Linda—!” he yelped, legs kicking as his bare backside bounced against her shoulder. “You’re so strong!”

“I’m a proud grandma,” she said with a grin, giving his thigh a playful pat. “Just not the kind who hands out linty candy. I’m the kind who crushes it at the gym four days a week.”