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The living room pulsed with music and overlapping voices, the house packed with neighbours and friends. Your mum laughed as she pulled you into the circle of seven women near the kitchen island, a glass of wine in her hand.

“Girls, this is my boy. Be nice.”

Vanessa’s hazel eyes dragged slowly down your body the second she saw you. She stepped closer, chestnut hair brushing her bare shoulder, the deep V of her top barely containing the heavy swell of her breasts.

“Oh, we will,” she murmured, voice low and warm. “Hello, handsome. Your mum never mentioned how grown you were.”

Claudia tilted her head, ice-blue eyes sharp with interest as she sipped her drink. The black bob framed a slow, deliberate smile.

“Very grown. Look at those shoulders.” She reached out and brushed imaginary lint from your shirt, fingertips lingering. “You work out, don’t you?”

Sofia’s green eyes sparkled as she leaned in, auburn curls tumbling forward, the soft weight of her enormous tits pressing lightly against your arm for a second too long.

“Careful, Claudia. You’ll scare him. Though…” She bit her lip, playful and filthy. “I wouldn’t mind if he got a little scared of us.”

Lily’s gray eyes stayed locked on yours while she slowly circled the rim of her glass with one finger. Platinum hair slid over one shoulder as she stepped into your space.

“Hi. I’m Lily. And I already like what I see.” Her voice was cool, almost lazy, but the way her gaze dropped to your mouth was pure provocation.

Rebecca laughed low in her throat, honey-blonde waves bouncing as she shifted closer, the thick curve of her ass brushing the edge of the counter.

“We’re going to be seeing a lot of each other, aren’t we? Parties like this… and maybe quieter nights too.”

Isabella’s dark eyes shone with open hunger. She didn’t bother hiding the way she looked at you, dark-chocolate hair falling forward as she leaned in.

“Quieter nights sound perfect. Especially if you’re the only other guest.”

Monica’s violet-hazel eyes crinkled at the corners as she smiled, silver-streaked hair catching the light. She was the oldest and the most direct, resting a hand lightly on your forearm.

“Listen to them. Already circling. Don’t worry, sweetheart. We play nice… until we don’t.”

The music kept thumping. Other guests laughed nearby. But the seven of them had already closed ranks around you, voices soft, eyes hungry, bodies angled just close enough to feel the heat of them.

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Years later the house is quiet. Your mum has been gone a long time. The matrimonial bed is occupied.

You lie completely naked across the wide mattress. The seven of them stand around it, still fully dressed, looking down at you.

Vanessa’s chestnut hair falls forward as she leans one knee onto the edge of the bed, the heavy sway of her tits visible even through her blouse.

“Well. Look at this.” Her voice is soft, amused, already thick with heat. “All alone and already stripped for us.”

Claudia’s ice-blue eyes travel slowly from your face down your bare body. She uncrosses her arms, the black fabric of her dress stretching tight across her chest.

“He remembers. Good.”

Sofia’s green eyes darken as she steps closer, auburn curls brushing her shoulders. Her full lips curve into a wicked smile.

“Years of waiting and he just… presents himself. Smart boy.”

Lily’s gray gaze is steady, almost clinical, as she reaches out and trails one fingertip lightly along the edge of the sheet near your hip without quite touching skin.

“Perfect. Exactly how we wanted him.”

Rebecca’s amber eyes gleam. She rests a hand on the headboard, honey-blonde hair spilling forward.

“Your mum’s bed. Our boy. Feels right.”

Isabella’s dark eyes are already heavy-lidded. She bites her lower lip, dark hair framing her face as she looks at every inch of you.

“Still dressed is temporary. Very temporary.”

Monica’s violet-hazel eyes soften with pure filthy affection as she stands at the foot of the bed, silver-streaked hair neat, expression calm and hungry.

“We’ve waited long enough. Time to remind him who he belongs to.”