Fix Mom, fix Jake, then *really* fix those triplets

Dave focuses on his Mom being the way his Mom is supposed to be. She walks into the room in a robe that fits her slim figure without any excess bulging in the chest. Her hair is short again and her face has all the comforting wrinkles it's supposed to have.

“Oh my! Dave, why is your friend Jake naked in our living room?”

“Don't worry about it Mom. Just go to your room and forget you saw this.”

Dave watches his Mom turn towards her bedroom. He looks over at Jake and sees him shrug his shoulders with a sheepish grin.

“Dude-”

“Shut it!” says Dave. “You forget tonight ever happened, too. Forget everything that happened since you got this bone. Then get dressed, clean up this house, and go home!”

A blank look stretches across Jake's face as he robotically follows the instructions. Dave watches his friend clean everything up and leave. Plopping down on the couch, Jake looks at the small bone in his hand. It feels warm, almost hot. As he stares at it he remembers Jake's suggestion about going to see the Richards triplets.

Jake knew that's a weak point with Dave. The two friends had been talking about the college girls since they moved into the house down the street last year. As Jake stares at the bone his imagination floods with the things he could do to those girls now. His cock gets hard, uncomfortably so. He's jerked off thinking about those girls so many times, but now...

Dave bolts off the couch and out the door. He has to calm himself to keep from running down the street. The small, green rental house looks more and more inviting to him as he approaches it. He knocks on the door with a mischievous grin.

One of the triplets answers, but they're identical so he has no idea which one. They are all tall, slim redheads. They're so slim that they're also flat chested, which is usually a bad thing but in this case led to a wonderfully bra-less lifestyle. The triplet at the door looks Jake up and down with zero recognition.

“Hello. Can I help you?” Her cute little nose wrinkles a bit in confusion as to why someone in a suit and tie would knock on her door.

“I'm Dave. From down the street. I've seen you and your sisters sunbathing a few times. I thought I'd say hi. Can I come in?”

“I don't think-” says the girl, coming to an abrupt stop as Jake concentrates on her inviting him in. “Yeah, sure. That's the neighborly thing to do, right?”

Dave follows the pretty redhead into the house. “Are your sisters around? I'd like to chat with them, too.”

“Yeah, they're here, but why-” Another wish from Dave and the question dies on her lips. “I'll get them. I'm sure they want to meet you, too.”

The girl waves towards a couch for Jake to sit on and moves to the hallway. “Melissa! Danielle! Come here a sec!”

Two more redheads come in as Dave sits down. Like their sister, they both wear tight jeans and loose t-shirts. One has her red hair cut short, almost a crew cut. The other has it down to her waist.

“Hi. I'm Melissa,” says the long haired one. “Are you a friend of Rachel's?”

You look at Rachel, noticing that her hair is between her sisters, shoulder length. Then you turn back to Melissa. “No, we just met. But I think the four of us are going to get along really well.”