Skintight

Jace Holland was an extraordinarily lucky guy.

He thought that to himself all the time these days, which really only confirmed how lucky he really was.

Currently, he had gotten home from school with his best friend Amy Blackson… who was currently changing clothes right in front of him. He was in the process of changing clothes too, but his eyes were mainly on Amy.

He had his own shirt off, and was watching with great interest as Amy shimmied her skirt off her wide curvy hips. She stepped out of it, tossing the discarded article onto Jace’s bed.

Jace’s eyes were fixed on her as she grabbed the hem of her green shirt and lifted it up over her head, leaving her standing there in just a bra and panties. Jace’s cock stirred in his boxers, and almost without thinking, he was moving forwards. He pressed up against Amy from behind, and he could see Amy’s smile in the mirror she stood in front of. He lowered his head to kiss the sensitive skin of her neck, his hands finding and squeezing her soft hips.

A sweet, fluttering moan escaped Amy’s pretty plump lips, and Jace enjoyed planting several more kisses on her neck before suddenly Amy spun around and threw her arms around Jace’s neck, pulling his mouth down onto hers as she rose up on her toes, her body arching against him. Jace’s hands seized at her curvy ass, pulling her flush against him so that the feeling of the erection she’d caused was unmistakable.

Their mouths moved familiarly on each other’s, and their bodies were fit together perfectly as the kiss carried on, fiery and passionate. Jace’s cock throbbed against Amy’s stomach, and he enjoyed the shivers of the buxom ginger. Her heavy tits pressed against his bare chest, and he reached up to unclasp her bra as they continued kissing, letting that damn thing fall to the floor.

Amy moaned softly into his mouth as her pert nipples and bare breasts rubbed against his chest, freed from their cotton prison. Jace walked Amy backwards until she fell backwards onto the bed, and Jace fell on top of her. She giggled against his lips, pecking him affectionately.

“You could have crushed me.” she said in a playful pout, and Jace laughed, stroking her porcelain cheek with his fingers, enjoying the way her green eyes gazed at him so lovingly.

“You’re stronger than you look.” Jace assured her, and their lips met again for a minute before Amy pulled away.

“Do I look weak?” she frowned thoughtfully.

“No, you don’t look weak. You just look sweet and adorable.” Jace told her, his hand coming up to squeeze one of her very large breasts, enjoying her soft exhalation of pleasure. “Which makes it so damn sexy when you’re almost naked like this.”

“W-we don’t have time for you to fuck me, do we?” Amy flushed, looking at him hopefully. Jace looked up at the clock on his nightstand and winced.

“Probably not.” Jace admitted. “Unless we make it really really quick.”

“Not even worth it.” Amy mumbled. “Just keep kissing me.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Jace grinned, and he and Amy kissed each other passionately. Amy could definitely feel Jace’s arousal for her, and if Amy’s nipples were anything to go by, she was just as into him. Amy’s legs wrapped around Jace’s waist, and he couldn’t resist rubbing his cock against her, grinding against her as they kissed. It made Amy moan, which was always an arousing sound.

Jace was quickly re-thinking on whether or not he had time to fuck his beautiful best friend. Maybe he’d just accept being a little late. That was when the door opened and ruined things, unfortunately. Jace lifted his head away from Amy’s face, a bit drunk off her kisses. Standing in the doorway was none other than his mother, and Jace felt his cock leap against Amy at the sight of Danielle.

The sexy blonde MILF wore skintight black leggings that adhered to her every single mouthwatering curve. On her upper half she wore a black and purple sports bra, one which made it quite clear just how busty she was. It was impossible to hide, frankly.

“Well, seems like you two got a little off task.” Danielle smirked, leaning her hip against the doorframe.

“I dunno, this feels like the important task right here.” Jace said, making Amy flush with embarrassment as he cupped her cheek. Danielle laughed, and walked into the room. Amy’s breasts were squashed up against Jace’s bare chest, hiding them from Danielle’s view, but Amy was still blushing madly.

“The two of you really need to get dressed, or we’re going to be late.” Danielle said, coming over to kiss Jace’s forehead. Jace’s hands ached with a physical need to touch Danielle, and from the knowing smirk on her sultry face, he wondered if she knew that and was teasing him intentionally.

“We’re… working on it?” Jace tried.

“Looks like you two already did the take off clothes part, so that’s good.” Danielle nodded, her hand rubbing Jace’s back. Surely Amy could feel just how much Jace Jr was responding to Danielle’s touch and presence, but she didn’t seem to connect the dots or if she did, she made no comment of it.

“Yeah, we’re halfway there.” Jace agreed, making Danielle laugh.

“Well, hurry up, darling.” Danielle shook her head. “Do I need to stay and chaperone?”

“We’ll get dressed r-right now, Mrs. Holland. I promise.” Amy squeaked, making Danielle giggle.

“You’re adorable, honey. And I know I can trust you. It’s my son who I’m more concerned about.” Danielle raised an eyebrow at Jace.

He was so damn close to pulling Danielle into a fiery kiss, damn the consequences. It was Amy, surely she wouldn’t be too put off by it. And even if she was, he was reasonably confident she’d keep it quiet if they asked. It was definitely a reckless move, but in his defense, most of his blood had gone to his lower head, leaving his upper head a bit less insightful than usual.

“Come on, Mom, you know I’m always on my best behavior.” Jace grinned. Danielle looked pointedly down at Jace’s mostly naked ginger best friend, who blushed deeply from the attention.

“I’m sure.” Danielle said dryly.

Fuck it.

Jace reached out, wrapped his arm around Danielle and pulled her close, kissing her hotly before she could even react. He heard Amy gasp in surprise, he felt the surprise through his mother’s mouth, but then, to his delight, she kissed back, tentatively at first, but when Amy didn’t say anything, she kissed him properly.

When finally Jace and Danielle drew apart, Jace looked quickly to Amy, who was staring at him with her lips parted in surprise, her cheeks flushed with… oh damn, was that arousal?

“Best behavior, huh?” Danielle muttered, but she didn’t seem particularly upset by it. She was slightly flushed too, which felt like a victory for Jace. She was always so unflappable, so confident, it was nice to surprise her for once.

“I…” Amy looked back and forth, stunned.

“Hey, you’ll keep this quiet, right?” Jace checked, and Amy nodded quickly.

“Of course.” she promised on the spot. “You can trust me.”

“I know.” Jace smiled, and he kissed Amy again. Danielle swatted him on the back of the head.

“Hey, Casanova, the two of you really do need to get changed.” Danielle reminded him. Jace stood up off of Amy (who quickly covered her bare tits with her arms, to Danielle’s obvious amusement) and kissed Danielle properly, enjoying how she melted into him, arms going around his neck, body eagerly meeting his.

“You’re going to get us in so much trouble.” Danielle mumbled against his mouth, and Jace chuckled.

“Probably.” he agreed, making Danielle giggle and kiss his cheek quickly. She then removed her arms from around his neck and pushed him backwards.

“Get dressed first. Then you can touch me.” Danielle said, stepping backwards until she reached the door, leaning back against it until it closed, biting her lip as she took in the view of the mostly naked Jace and Amy.

“So… you and your mother…” Amy began hesitantly, and Jace nodded.

“Yeah.” was all Jace said, but that seemed to be answer enough for Amy. She fanned her face adorably, exhaling.

“And, um… did it feel wrong?” Amy asked, hesitant.

“No.” Danielle said, making Jace look over at her. Her eyes were on him, holding his gaze firmly. “It felt wild and taboo, but it definitely did not feel wrong.”

“Can I tell you guys something?” Amy asked nervously.

“Sweetheart, you know our biggest secret. We’ll keep whatever you say quiet, we promise.” Danielle said.

“Yeah, you can trust us.” Jace nodded.

“I know.” Amy smiled at him, and then she carried on. “My little brother and I keep having these… weird interactions. Interactions we definitely shouldn’t be having.”

Jace stared in surprise at his busty ginger best friend. Despite the fact that he’d fucked her a few times now, he still saw her as his sweet, mostly innocent best friend. Hearing that she’d been doing similar things with her brother as he’d done with his sister was shocking, to say the least. Amy blushed under the scrutiny of his gaze, but he squeezed her comfortingly. It was hardly his place to judge her, not when he’d done much worse with Daisy and Danielle.

“Oh really?” Danielle raised her eyebrows in surprise. “I did not see that coming. Are you looking for advice?”

“A little.” Amy said weakly.

“Fuck him.” Danielle shrugged, making Amy squeak. “Only if you want to, of course. But if you’re with him, and you feel the urge… why not? Well, unless you’re dating Jace, I suppose.”

“No, we’re not dating.” Amy shook her head. “We’re just…”

“Best friends.” Jace put in, making Amy smile.

“Very best friends.” Danielle said wryly.

“Something like that.” Amy nodded.

Jace started pulling on gym shorts, and he caught both Amy and Danielle looking at the bulge in his boxers before he covered it up with the gray mesh of the gym shorts.

Amy started getting dressed too, pulling white leggings up her thick curves, and then picked up a matching white sports bra with a stripe of green along the band of it. Danielle stepped forwards wordlessly to help Amy get it in place.

“You do have the attributes that Jace finds very attractive.” Danielle mentioned, giving one of Amy’s big soft breasts a squeeze. Amy blushed madly as Jace opened his mouth to defend himself.

“Hey! I like girls of all body types. I just like beautiful women, I’m not so focused on busty or not busty. It’s just that mostly everybody in this town is really busty.” Jace shrugged.

“They say it’s the magic of the amethysts.” Danielle laughed. “And your argument’s pretty moot when you’re dating like one of the bustiest girls in town.”

“I like Olivia for her personality, I’ll have you know.” Jace huffed. Danielle laughed, and even Amy giggled at Jace’s words.

“So you don’t love Amy’s huge tits?” Danielle asked, grabbing Amy by the hips and turning her so that Jace had a clear view of Amy’s still naked breasts, her sports bra in Danielle’s hand.

“Well… I do really like them.” Jace admitted readily.

“Told ya.” Danielle winked at Amy. “You know, I wouldn’t be opposed with having a cute little cherry like you as my daughter in law.”

Amy’s pretty green eyes widened in shock, and even Jace was pretty surprised.

“We’re not- I mean- Jace is-” Amy seemed fully stunned by Danielle’s comment, looking to Jace for support. Jace was pretty speechless too, but Danielle just laughed, looking between the two teens.

“I’m just saying. The two of you have always seemed like a perfect fit, even before you started fucking.” Danielle said bluntly.

“I… we’ve talked about it a little.” Jace admitted, meeting Amy’s eyes. “We decided to not try and risk our friendship though.”

“Right, and you’re not risking it by making out every chance you get, and having threesomes with Jace’s actual girlfriend?” Danielle raised her eyebrow.

“Um… yes?” Amy tried.

“Hey, I’m no stranger to friends with benefits, I’m definitely not trying to **** it.” Danielle held up her hands. “I just know there’s a handful of girls who own my son’s heart, and you’re definitely one of them, cherry.”

“What do you mean a handful?” Jace asked skeptically.

Danielle laughed at him. “Honey, it’s pretty damn obvious you wouldn’t do well with just one girlfriend. I’ve seen how you look at some of the girls you hang around with, and it’s pretty obvious which ones are just flames and which ones you’re smitten with.”

“Is it? Which ones are which?” Jace demanded.

“Oh, if you don’t know that, I’m sure not going to tell you.” Danielle grinned. “You’ll figure it out eventually.”

Were there girls that Jace was ‘smitten with’? There were girls he liked hanging out with a lot, but he wasn’t sure he’d call himself smitten with them. Who did she mean? Skylar, maybe? He was pretty sure Skylar had no desire to start dating him. They were just fucking. Would he be OK with dating Skylar? Well, duh. Hot, gorgeous, rich as hell… he definitely wouldn’t mind having a sugar mama girlfriend. However, she may pay him a little extra attention compared to other guys, but she loudly insisted they weren’t together every time it was brought up, which seemed like pretty solid evidence that she was against it.

She also would probably be pretty upset if she ever found out that Ana had sucked his cock in the showers after gym. Skylar and Anastasia had a fierce rivalry, and she would definitely not be cool with him doing things with the sexy Latina. It was a shame though, as Anastasia was a lot of fun to be around. If her and Skylar weren’t rivals, he was pretty sure they’d be best friends.

When Jace tuned back in to reality and stopped thinking about girls his mother might think he was smitten with, Amy had her sports bra on already, and she had her bright red hair pulled up into a high ponytail, which was quite the surprise, as she almost never wore a ponytail. Her hair was usually just flowing down her shoulders. He couldn’t say she looked back like that though, and he did have the brief thought of tugging on that ponytail as he was fucking her.

He was a horny teenager, he couldn’t be expected to not have that thought. It was only human nature. Or his nature at least.

“About damn time.” Danielle sighed. “You two might not be allowed to change in the same room anymore if you’re going to make us late for everything.”

“We’re not late.” Jace protested.

“We will be by time we make it to my sister’s yoga studio. Daphne’s definitely going to bring it up, I’m the one who’s always complaining when she’s running late for things.” Danielle scowled.

“Don’t worry, we’ll be fine.” Jace shrugged, smacking his mother’s ass playfully as he passed her.

“You little-” Danielle gasped, and she lunged for him but Jace moved quicker than her, dancing out of reach. She grinned at him, shaking her head ruefully.

Jace glanced towards Amy, who didn’t seem too bothered by the display. She’d accepted the truth about Jace and Danielle remarkably fast, and he supposed her mystery incidents with Aiden probably explained it. Maybe it was something she’d been wrestling with for a while, something his mother had helped her resolve.

Jace opened the bedroom door for Amy and Danielle. Amy thanked him with her customary sweet smile, and Danielle walked up to him and squeezed his bulge through his shorts, a little harder than she necessarily had to.

“You gonna smack my ass like that again?” Danielle asked a little too sweetly.

“At the risk of you squeezing my dick any harder.. probably.” Jace admitted with a small groan from the pressure. It didn’t hurt or anything, but it was a little uncomfortable. Danielle laughed and let go of him, kissing him fondly on the cheek.

It was nice seeing his mother be so playful and laughing like this. His father had definitely not been treating her right these past years. Jace couldn’t resist smacking her ass again.

It just looked too good in yoga pants. She wheeled on him, eyes fiery, and he was a little surprised when she pressed up against him, kissing him hard instead of smacking him or something.

“You like being smacked on the ass.” Jace guessed when they finally drew apart.

“I don’t mind when you do it.” Danielle said flirtatiously, and then she was heading down the hallway after Amy, leaving Jace standing there. Jace looked down at his shorts, making sure his Danielle-caused boner wasn’t too visible.

Damn, his mother was way too sexy sometimes.

———

“Did you like my present?” a sultry voice came, and Marcus Calhoun lifted his head in surprise. Standing in the doorway of his office, one hip leaned against the doorframe, was Jessica West. The sexy brunette had a naughty smirk on her face, making Calhoun raise his eyebrows.

“Your present?” he echoed, unsure what she was referring to.

“Daisy.” Jessica said by way of explanation, coming into the office and shutting the door behind her. Calhoun made a noise of understanding, nodding slowly.

“I did appreciate you recommending her. She’s certainly great to work with.” Calhoun said with a grin.

“I’m sure she’s a distracting presence though.” Jessica said innocently. “Her and the other two big-titted blondes you wound up with for this project.”

“I put it out to all the teachers in the lounge, those were just the ones who agreed.” Calhoun held up his hands. “I sure didn’t mind the eye candy though.”

“You plan on doing to them what you did to me?” Jessica waggled her eyebrows. “It’d be fun to have somebody help me take care of the anaconda in your pants.”

Calhoun snorted. “Probably not. It’d be nice, don’t get me wrong, but I’ve got Benson breathing down my neck, so determined to make sure this event isn’t a scandal somehow. I sure wouldn’t say no to getting my hands on the young Ms. Holland though.”

Jessica tapped her plump lips thoughtfully. “I think I can make that work… now, any chance you’re available for some… extra credit?”

Calhoun grinned at the innuendo dripping off the last two words, and the eagerness in Jessica’s green eyes.

“I think I can help you with that.” Calhoun chuckled, standing up and undoing his belt.

———

Rachel Barnes found herself sitting on the edge of her bathtub, biting her lip in anticipation as she hit send on a particularly risqué mirror selfie.

The dark-haired MILF was wearing only a pair of panties, her very very sizable breasts on full display, breathing free. On the screen of her phone was the risqué selfie in question, a photo of her smirking naughtily at the camera while one of her arms (the one not holding the phone) was squeezing her tits together and covering the nipples.

The photo had been sent off to David, and she was waiting impatiently for a response. She’d strongly considered sending it to Jace, but she wasn’t sure they were there yet, no matter how good he’d fucked her in that hot tub. Hmm, well, maybe she should send the photo to him. Remind him just what he could be tapping practically any night he wanted.

What a slut she was, slipping around behind her husband’s back with two teenaged boys, not to mention them being the sons of her two best friends. Did it make her a bad person to be doing this?

Rachel decided against sending the same photo to Jace, but instead she lifted her arm above her head and gave the camera her sexiest eyes, her palm covering up the one nipple visible in the camera’s angle. Something unique for him, she thought to herself as she texted it over to the handsome blond.

Then she stood up and went to start changing into her yoga clothes when her phone buzzed.

She opened it to find David had replied to it with a very short, yet seemingly appropriate message.

‘Holy shit’

Rachel giggled to herself, leaning back against the cool bathroom wall. These affairs with David and most recently Jace really had been the most fun she’d had in a long, long time. This was so much better than a random night out at a bar or a club.

Rachel replied to David’s message with a kiss emoji and carried her phone to the counter where she set it face down and started changing into the clothes she’d already picked out.

Her first clothing item on was a pair of wine red yoga pants she tugged up her curves and smoothed out with her palms. Her phone buzzed again, and Rachel picked it up to see a drooling emoji from Jace, quickly followed up by a message telling her how sexy she looked.

Rachel smirked to herself as she set the phone down and put on her sports bra, a matching wine red color to her leggings. The sports bra was about as skimpy as humanly possible while still supporting the girls, and Rachel had made sure it showed plenty of cleavage.

It may be wrong, but she did love knowing how hot both of her best friends’ sons found her. She still felt that particular smugness as she headed downstairs to find the rest of her family all dressed up and ready to go.

Her husband Jenson wore a black tank top and some loose gym shorts, showing off his athletic body. He held a gym bag in one hand, and was talking with Ariel by the front door.

Ariel’s black hair was tied back in a ponytail, and she wore a matching sky blue set of athletic wear, a sports bra that was shockingly modest for her eldest daughter, and then some short skintight shorts that showed off her ass very nicely. That was more on-brand for Ariel, Rachel thought to herself.

Gabrielle and Valerie were a few feet away from the other two, with Val sitting on the back of the couch while talking to a standing Gabby.

Gabrielle wore a bright red sports bra and black leggings that looked great on her, her dark hair in a braid running down her back. She also had on a mostly transparent white crop top that wasn’t doing much for coverage of her pale, tattooed skin.

Valerie was in a purple sports bra that, much like Rachel’s, was flaunting incredible cleavage. Val and Ariel had both definitely inherited the genes Rachel had passed on, the ‘Busty Blake’ gene that had gotten Rachel bullied in school, prior to Danielle’s intervention. Fortunately, it didn’t sound like anybody was looking down on Val or Ariel for it. Val definitely seemed to be the one who’d inherited it more, she was already bustier than Ariel had been at her age. She wasn’t quite as much of an early bloomer as Rachel had been, but Rachel fully expected her youngest daughter’s tits to keep growing as she got into senior year and college. Val was only freshly 18, after all.

“Sorry I’m running late, guys.” Rachel apologized, grabbing her water bottle off the kitchen counter.

“No worries, we should still make it in time.” Jenson said, checking his watch. Rachel felt his eyes on her, and was minutely pleased. Unlike Danielle’s marriage, Rachel’s wasn’t entirely loveless, it was just… remarkably boring. Some ogling from Jenson was a welcome event, to say the least.

“Girls, you ready?” Rachel called to her younger daughters, who both jolted and looked towards Rachel, nodding.

“Yup!” Valerie exclaimed brightly, and moved eagerly forwards. As Jenson and Ariel led the way out of the house, Rachel’s hand shot out to catch Val by the wrist, making Val frown in confusion.

“You dressing up for anybody in particular?” Rachel raised an eyebrow.

A light blush colored Val’s porcelain cheeks, and Rachel smiled knowingly.

“Don’t worry, honey, Jace won’t be able to take his eyes off you.” Rachel assured her, kissing Val on the forehead before waving her out the door.

“You alright?” Rachel asked Gabrielle as her last daughter approached the front door, looking slightly downcast.

“Huh? Oh, yeah. I’m fine.” Gabby nodded, walking past Rachel without hardly stopping. Rachel frowned after Gabby’s retreating form, wondering what that was about.