Food!

"Yo!" Zoey said, walking into the house with a skip in her step. "What's for dinner?"

"Food, hopefully." Mandy shrugged as she shut the backdoor. "What's Professor Idiot cooking up?"

"I didn't ask, but PCP if I had to guess, judging by the smell of it."

Mandy waited for Zoey to say she was kidding, but her tall friend just shrugged and maintained a straight face.

"Oh, alright then..."

Zoey glanced in the kitchen's direction, then back to her blonde friend.

"Food?"

"Food." Mandy nodded in agreement, and the pair began their short journey towards the kitchen. "Glorious food."

"Your uncle might not pay me, but at least I can look forward to your mom's cooking every night." Zoey said, rubbing her tight flat belly over her shirt as it growled with desire. "Seriously, it's better than sex."

"I don't know about that." Mandy said, crossing her arms over her flat chest, her mind still focused on the fact that her chest was, in fact, completely flat. "Sex can be pretty damn delicious."

"You can't argue this point with a former fatty. Food is life. Food is all."

"Being that you gave up those big delicious melons of yours when you ditched the fat, I have to say that we're looking at this as two very different people." Mandy said, sneering at Zoey's small but perky bust. "I'll never forgive Uncle Eddy for taking those away from me, or you for giving them up so easily."

"Hey!" Zoey said, defensively crossing her arms as her pretty pale face grew pink. "They weren't yours, so get over it, and stop being such a creep."

"Oh, hush now, sugarlips." Mandy snickered, cracking a grin as she uncrossed her own arms and reached over to give Zoey's round butt a playful squeeze over her labcoat and jeans. "You know you love it."

Zoey huffed her disapproval and walked off ahead of Mandy in a flustered hurry, entering the kitchen a few seconds sooner than her.

When Mandy walked inside, she was greeted by the sight of her sexy younger sibling, two of his good-looking friends, and her hot parents. And of course there was Zoey, who quickly found a place next to Mandy's mother Carol in front of the stove and had begun helping her put together the final few plates of the busty woman's fresh home cooking. Dennis, his eighteen-year-old friends Tommy and Alex, and her father Frank were already sitting at the table with plates in front of them, chatting up a storm.

"That's the worst excuse I've ever heard." Mandy's hunky dad said with a laugh, babbling through a mouthful of food. "You boys are in great shape, you're just a little rough around the edges when it comes to discipline. Even if you two started with us when the second semester kicks up, I can almost guarantee that you'd both have scholarships to whatever college you wanted to go by the time you graduate. Trust me, they don't call me the 'Miracle Coach' for nothing."

It almost goes without saying, but Frank Vett was a man's man. Despite being only five-foot-two, the bulldog was as beefy as a professional bodybuilder. His plain white T-shirt hugged every nook and cranny of his defined physique, showing off his large and exuberant muscles for all to see. Mandy couldn't see it from where he was seated, but she was all too familiar that he wasn't lacking downstairs either. Even though he wasn't packing as much as Dennis, Mandy always loved to steal glances of his notable bulge when he wore those semi-loose-fitting grey basketball shorts he had on. His face was chiseled and clean shaven as well, and the man always seemed to be wearing some kind of care-free smile.

In his case, it wasn't hard to see why. He had a hot wife with big round tits, a brother-in-law that generously paid him six-figures a year just to rent space under the house for his nerd-a-tory, and was able to work an easy job at the local High school as a math teacher/football coach. He had plenty of friends, he was well-respected within the church he and Carol attended every Wednesday and Sunday, and most importantly, he had a son that he couldn't be prouder of.

"You're wasting your breath, dad." Dennis, who was still shirtless, said through his own mouthful of food. "If you couldn't get them to join us when they were freshmen, you're not going to convince them now. Also, nobody calls you that. You're a second-rate couch with a fourth-rate playbook."

Frank gasped, gripping his chest as if his son had just sucker punched him there.

"Yeah, sorry Mr. V." Tommy said, scarfing his food down just as fast as the rest of them. "I like to stay in shape, sure, but I'm not cut out to take hits like Dennis can."

Tommy, who was about five-foot-seven with an excellent swimmer's physique, was wearing a dark green beanie to keep his rather lengthy brown hair out of his pretty face and had on a colorful concert T-shirt and baggy jeans. He and his hippie family were practically famous in their small town for... Well, let's just say that their farm outside of town has been raided a few times by the feds for allegedly growing pot. Each time, nothing was found, but being such a small town with so few options for some residents to find an ounce of green, it was likely that one of Tommy's parents had connections within the police department that were able to tip them off ahead of time.

This was purely speculation on Mandy's part, though. She did occasionally get some grass from Tommy's chunky sister, but she was friends with neither of them on a conversational level. They were all a little strange anyway, and not in the kinky way.

"I've seen you run, you little shit." Frank said, pointing a finger at the young stoner. "If you can give Ol' Officer McGraw the slip when he's on his motorcycle, then you can get out on the field and not worry about anyone being able to hit you."

"Bikes can't jump fences, Mr. V." Alex said.

"Thank God for that." Tommy laughed.

"And what's your excuse, A-Town?" Frank asked, now pointing at the mountain of Japanese muscle sitting across from him. "You could barrel through anyone that got in your way. Any team would love to have you in the center, primed ready to sack!"

"Can't." Alex said, then shrugged. "If someone hits me just right, all I see is red after that. I'd be leaving my first game in handcuffs while someone else would be leaving in a body bag."

As Mandy opened up the fridge and looked around, pretending to not be eavesdropping on their conversation, her attention-starved pussy trembled at the teen's words. God, what she wouldn't give to have one of Alex's big meaty hands wrapped around her throat as he crushed her pelvis with each of his inhuman thrusts. He was easily six-foot-six, had his head shaved completely bald, was genetically packed with more natural muscle than what he would have if he actually worked out regularly, and the thick snake balled up in his expensive black sweatpants would break anyone's view on Asian stereotypes in that department.

"That's fair, but you need to work on that." Frank sighed, shaking his head from side to side as he washed some of his food down with a sip of lite beer. "As an adult, a temper like that can ruin your life in the blink of an eye. I've seen it happen before. Remember, you're eighteen now, so you're not a kid anymore."

"Was he ever?" Dennis chuckled, giving his giant friend a punch in the shoulder. "Alex was this huge back in middle school."

"Oh, I remember." Frank chuckled. "Hey, do you remember that time-..."

The men continued their conversation as Mandy shut the fridge door empty-handed and tuned out the rest of what they were talking about.

She was most certainly a closet-pervert of the highest caliber, but even she drew lines when it came to what kind of fantasy might unconsciously roam into her head when certain ages were mentioned.

Hell, she hadn't even really noticed how attractive Dennis and his stupid friends were until they came of age. As soon as they all hit eighteen, some kind of supernatural and invisible glow appeared around them, one that told her they would be prime fucks. It was cosmically rude of the universe to do that, Mandy had told herself.

The universe could've at least blessed her with a pair of big melons that could attract very fuckable men like the ones behind her, a set of big squeezable gazongas like the ones that'd just turned right into her line of sight.

As Mandy approached Zoey and Carol, slow motion envy enveloped Mandy when her mother turned around and presented her with a large plate of food, which consisted of sliced ribeye steak cooked to medium rare, a roasted mix of fresh carrots and green beans, a helping of her potato salad, and a bit of shredded lettuce and diced tomatoes located in the center of it all.

"Here you go, sweetie." Carol said with a pure and loving smile, her voice as kind and angelic as ever. "I made a second helping of potato salad without onions in it, just for you."

Behind that plate of food was the most perfect pair of cantaloupe-sized tits Mandy has ever seen before, gracefully complimented by Carol's strapless yellow sundress. The amount of cleavage she was showing off was far more than what most husbands would be comfortable with, especially when there were three hormone-riddled teens around to gawk at them when said husband wasn't looking. The tall woman's breasts were jiggly and deliciously creamy, the curvy lines of her shapely hips were visible in her well-fitting and thigh-length dress, her long and curly blonde hair was tied back in a loose ponytail, and her moving lips and mild scowl told Mandy that the beauty in front of her was trying to tell her something over the deafening non-sound of her amazing tits.

God, she'd give everything just to be sporting a pair even half as amazing as those looked.

"What?" Mandy asked, looking up from her mom's big tits as she took the plate from her. "Sorry, I couldn't hear you over the sound of your huge boobs."

"Pfft." Tommy blurted from behind her, and the boys began snickering like children.

Mandy looked around to see that everyone had been staring at her, indicating that she was probably lost in the sight of her mom's jugs for longer than what most found to be socially acceptable.

Again.

Both Carol and Zoey sighed, each of them crossing their arms and looking down at a red-faced Mandy with disapproving looks.

"Shut up." Mandy grumbled as she glanced at everyone, embarrassed but unashamed. Her eyes then fell on her mother's now pressed-up cleavage before moving up to her frowning face. "It's not my fault that I don't know what it's like to look down and see a pair of my own. Maybe then I'd be a little more desensitized." Everyone seemed to pick up on Mandy's angry tone, and restrained themselves from making any inappropriate comments. The men, in particular.

"Oh, sweetie." Carol said, her disappointed expression falling into one of pity. "What am I going to do with you?"

She turned around to hand Zoey two plates of food sitting on the counter, one for her and one for Edward.

Glancing between Mandy and Carol, Zoey looked like she was about to say something to one of them, but couldn't seem to find the words. Mandy raised an eyebrow of suspicion and glared at her friend, her eyes telling the nervous goth to just 'spit it out'. Carol turned around to face them with her own plate of food in her hands and gave Zoey a curious look once she too noticed.

"What is it, Zozo?" Carol asked. "Are you okay?"

"I-I-... Uh... Well..."

"C'mon, what?" Mandy asked. "Don't make me knock those plates out of your hands."

Zoey perked up with fear at the threat, then let out a deep sigh of defeat.

"C-Can we eat in the living room?" She asked, already walking towards the kitchen exit with her long labcoat swishing around behind her. "I have a suggestion that certain ears don't need to hear."

Carol and Mandy exchanged confused glances, and the men gave Zoey their own confused look in response to her words.

The three ladies ultimately set off for the living room, curious as to what Zoey wanted to talk about.

Mandy only hoped that she wasn't about to get scolded for something she did by her best friend.