Never Trust a Big Butt and Smile

After Robin left the kitchen, Jared waited several minutes before joining the others. A little embarrassed over making a move on the youngest girl at the cabin, he planned to grab Peyton or Lana immediately to feel better. Turning the corner, a newer, more mature option presented itself.

Rachel Stratton stood by herself several feet away from the dancing. The redheaded mother kept shaking her head while laughing at the scenes she watched. Briefly, Lacey and Austin's dancing came into view on the opposite side of the holiday tree. They were followed by Lana, who shot a teasing smirk in his direction. Oh, hell! Lana probably blabbed at what she saw.

Moving toward his mother's best friend, Jared tapped her on the shoulder and gave a short bow. As he came upright, he held his hand out, palm facing up, and spoke loudly enough to be heard over the music. "Would Madame Stratton care for a dance?"

A giggling fit overcame Rachel, showing Jared just how drunk she was, but she managed to nod and place her hand into his larger one. Raising her hand in the air, Jared twirled the buxom ginger several times until they were closer to the other dancing couples.

"Overcompensating much?" Lana shot over her shoulder.

Feeling paranoid, Jared scanned the others. Austin's smirk confirmed his fears that Lana reported the kiss she saw. **** to avoid Robin, he couldn't avoid her repeated head nods toward another newcomer. A tall girl with dark-brown hair, hazel eyes, and a curvy ass danced with Ellie. What caught his eye more than anything were the same assets that little Robin had promoted: a pair of the largest breasts on anyone in the room. Well, outside of the MILF that Jared currently danced with. Hello, Cheyenne. Fuck, I wouldn't have nearly caught a charge with the kid if she'd already been in the room.

"Eyes on me, mister! It's rude not to focus on the person you're dancing with," Rachel ordered. Her reminder caused Jared to check out his mom's best friend again. Wearing a blouse and jeans, the MILF wasn't wearing as skimpy an outfit as her daughter, but she managed to grab the teen's attention when she thrust out her chest for him to notice as they danced. The buttons on the blouse strained at the move.

"Sorry," Jared hastily apologized, somewhat shocked by chest thrusting. Wow, she must be really drunk. It looks like while I was sobering up a little bit back in the bunkroom, everyone else got a lot drunker.

Despite his apology, the teen's eyes roamed the room again. Jared noticed two other couples dancing together. Of course, Lacey and Austin seemed attached to the hip, but the other duo surprised him. His mother dance with RJ, who looked both pleased and uneasy as Gabriela worked to leave no space between their bodies, despite his efforts to back away from her. Twice the MILF attempted to move closer and wrap her arms around RJ's neck, but he avoided them.

I should've known that if Aunt Rachel looked drunk, then Mom probably caused it and isn't far behind.

Eager to look elsewhere, Jared turned toward the others. Two small groups danced together. Peyton, Lana, and Ellie danced energetically, leaving him to wonder how long they could keep up their steady movements. Several steps away, Cheyenne and Robin appeared intent on making Polly dance and enjoy it. The shy brunette moved hesitantly, appearing almost concerned that she'd be laughed at.

And in between both groups, Sean danced alone and awkwardly.

Poor guy. He really needs a few lessons. Or at least a partner. Maybe--whoa! Jared's eyes widened as Cheyenne joined the older girls. The busty brunette immediately reawakened Jared's loins. Damn, that ass is banging. The teen noted, checking out the curvy ass clad in a tight pair of jeans. And those tits! I need to see more. And Jared assumed it wouldn't take long before he did. Working up a sweat in the sweater that Cheyenne wore should happen soon, leading him to guess that she'd take it off to cool down.

Unfortunately for the horny teenager, the next song slowed the action down. It also didn't appeal to Lana and Peyton, leading them to take a break. The blonde half of the duo motioned toward the kitchen.

"I need a drink...of water," Peyton added after Lana's eyes lit up.

"Spoilsport," Lana teased, but she also grabbed a bottle. Seeing her bestie's I-told-you-so face, the ginger added, "Hey, a girl needs to stay hydrated for the fun part later."

"Oh, are you expecting to get laid?" Peyton asked mockingly.

"Don't worry about me. I always get mine. It's you I'm worried about."

"Don't start."

"Can't a girl be concerned about her BFF's mental state? Because if you go any longer without a little nookie, you're going to snap," Lana declared. "And I don't want my bestie turning into a crazed fetishist. Whipping guys in the middle of the night in the other room will keep a girl awake, ya know?"

"Gawd, you have the dirtiest imagination," Peyton responded, pouring wine into a glass.

"Finn used to tell me that all the time when we dated," Lana boasted.

"I wouldn't be proud of it."

"Sooo, who's the lucky guy tonight?" Lana questioned. "Don't give me that look! You practically gave Jared a handy in the hot tub."

"No, I didn't. I merely checked to see what he had."

"Yeah, he'd be my choice for you, but I think you're way too old," Lana chuckled, earning a punch in the shoulder. "Hey!"

"Don't tease Jared. We both know that he had no idea about Robin's age."

"Do we? Maybe he's a cheery popper up in Rattle Ridge." Lana flinched, jumping back. "I kid, I kid! Geez, no need to get violent. Unless that's jealousy?"

"Lana, don't piss me off," the blonde growled.

"Fine, I'll sorta behave. Alright? So, with RJ here--"

"Lan, I can't hook up with RJ!" Peyton exclaimed before lowering her voice. "Priscilla's still in love with him. If nobody screws up, then hopefully, they get back together closer to graduation."

"Uh, yeah! Of course, neither of us can hook up with RJ. Prissy's our friend and my little first protégé. That would be wrong--"

"So wrong," Peyton agreed.

"And before your mind went into the gutter, I was going to say that RJ being here could help us."

"How?"

"By distracting any competition," Lana revealed, her face showing a scheme developing. Peyton noticed that she'd pulled her phone out. "We can't do anything with RJ as it would be an awful, dirty thing to do, but that's doesn't mean someone else can't. RJ and Prissy can't be celibate until they get their shit together. We just need to use him to free up a couple of guys for us."

"Like who? That won't work with Ellie and Cheyenne. He's their brother and cousin," Peyton pointed out.

"We could set him up with, um, well, I don't know!" Lana threw her hands up in defeat.

"Lacey's with Austin, Ramsey's passed out, Polly's clearly a virgin--"

"Not for long, if I have my way," Lana stated sinisterly.

"Yeah, whatever, Queen of the Order of Lana." Peyton rolled her eyes. "Polly's not doing that tonight. Same with JoJo."

"Whitney!"

"She's with Owen...Okay, maybe Whitney. But she's upstairs with my Mom and JoJo."

"Not for the whole night," Lana pointed out. Glancing down, her face brightened. Peyton watched as she rapidly typed on her phone.

"What are you doing?"

"Got a signal, finally."

"And"

"Oh, I'm warning Jules that she'd better keep her brother away from her friends," Lana remarked casually.

"You did not?!"

"I did. What's the big deal?"

"The big deal is that Jules will tease Jared mercilessly. And you know that, Lana!" Peyton nearly shouted. "Why must you be so cruel to him?"

"I'm not cruel. I'm merely teasing him," Lana replied. Rolling her whole head in annoyance at Peyton's stare, she explained. "It's not my fault that I don't have a little brother or boy cousin to tease. It doesn't work when Cormac and Justin are older, and Justin is allergic to fun. And the closest person I have to a little brother is Sean. And you won't let me tease."

"Damn right."

"So that leaves Jared."

"Who, I might remind you has a mother and sister that already tease him mercilessly," Peyton responded. "And it's not his fault that you don't have a younger guy relative to tease."

"It's his fault that Aunt Gabby chose my mom as her best friend," Lana shot back.

"No, it's--"

The door to the sunroom opening interrupted their argument. Vance Vandermeer strolled in, once again wearing his three-piece suit. Noticing the two best friends, his face brightened up, and his eyes scanned Peyton.

"Ah, hello, ladies. I suspected the fun moved up here, based on the loud music."

"You've been in the hot tub the whole time?" Lana questioned, nearly laughing.

"I lost track of time while taking care of a little business on my phone," Vance explained. Holding up his arm, he inquired, "Say, is there a dryer around here?"

Both Peyton's and Lana's eyes locked in on the piece of garment in his hand. Peyton's blue pair narrowed in dismay as Lana's green eye danced with comical disbelief. Vance mistook their silence for interest.

"Unless one of you ladies wishes to put my briefs in the dryer or accompany me?"

"No, thank you," Peyton hissed. The blonde quickly issued directions to the laundry room downstairs.

"Thank you, my lovely. Don't fret; I'll return shortly."

Lana barely waited for Vance to leave the room before she burst into laughter. "Now, we for sure know that he's going commando."

"And you want me to give him a chance? Vance Vandermeer is exactly why I never take your advice on guys," Peyton pointed out. "I hope you've learned your lesson."

"Oh, I have. And it's that you should totally give Vance more than a chance. You need to take him for a test drive tonight."

"No way!"

"C'mon, Pey. He totally nailed you already." Peyton's horrified face spurred Lana to elaborate. "No, I didn't mean it that way. I meant that he called you out for not telling him to back off. That shows you're interested."

"I was being polite," Peyton replied in a high-pitch voice.

"Keep being polite while he pounds you," Lana replied in a serious voice, one that immediately cracked up. "No, I'm serious. You need a good fucking. Vance's down for it. Do him, and it takes care of two problems. You won't have a mental breakdown, and he'll leave you alone."

"Aargh! I said no! Can't you get it into your head that I'm fine without needing sex? How do I have to put it?" Peyton demanded to know. "I don't need dick. I don't need cock. I don't need to drop to my knees and blow a guy. I don't need to bend over a couch and take it from behind. I. Do. Not. Need. Cock!"

The eep from the front of the kitchen caused Peyton to look over in time to see Polly flee back to the great room.

"Great, just great, Pey. Now my prospective student thinks my best friend is a slut," Lana remarked. "Try not to corrupt the innocents for once, will ya?"

"That's it! I'm going to bed," Peyton announced. Within a second, she made sure to add, "Alone!"

"Aw, don't be a party pooper, Pey. The night is still young," Lana said, throwing her arm over her BFF's shoulder. "Besides, we still need to make someone jealous."

"Jealous? Who are we supposed to make jealous?" Peyton asked as Lana released her arm and started walking out of the kitchen. "Lana, who are you making jealous?"

The busty ginger didn't respond as she strode into the great room. Walking over to the makeshift dance floor, Lana cut in front of Gabriela, claiming Sean as her newest partner. The teenager didn't know if he should be relieved or even more uncomfortable as his old crush pushed her barely contained breasts into his back. He'd nearly freaked out a few minutes earlier when his mom's friend moved in to dance with him again.

Gabriela started to complain about Lana stealing her partner before a wicked smile formed. Always the instigator, she moved to replace her best friend as her son's dance partner. She'd gotten a kick out of watching Jared and Rachel dance for multiple songs. It gave her ammunition to tease him about once they went back home. "Let's see how well you can keep up with your mom's moves."

Jared gulped as he noticed the gleam in his mother's eyes that usually meant trouble. The sexy Latina wore a sweater that teased an abundance of cleavage and a tight pair of jeans. It was the ass and hips poured into those jeans that slammed into his hips. "Dance!" Gabby commanded her son.

Deciding to follow her BFF's lead, Rachel glanced around to find someone to tease. Finding a target, she moved over to replace her youngest daughter. "Lace, let me see what kind of a mover and shaker you're dating."

Seeing the considerable look of shock on Austin's face at the prospect of a second dance with his girlfriend's mom sent Lacey into a round of giggles. "Sure thing, Mom. Have at him." Lacey moved over to dance with Polly, the only person not to have a partner at the moment.

Facing away from the rest of the room, Sean tensed up as he felt those two glorious globes bump into his back. He wrongly assumed that, at any moment, Peyton would be over scolding her best friend for teasing him or that Mrs. Stratton would order her daughter to behave appropriately. Yet, the interruptions never occurred; instead, the owner of those fantastic funbags slid her hands down to his hips, bringing her lips closer to his neck. Blowing slightly into the teenager's ear, Lana leaned forward to whisper.

"You're so tense, Seanie. You need to let go and have fun."

Sean's body went even more rigid in certain places as the redhead's hands moved around his waist, brushing against the jean-clad bulge.

"Ooh, Little Seanie seems to be growing. Now, he's not so little anymore," she breathed into his ear. "Too bad he's reserved for another. I could have so much fun with this."

In his uncomfortable and aroused state, Sean only had a fleeting thought as to what Lana meant about his cock being reserved for another. All his attention became focused laser-like on his hardening dick as Lana's hand cupped it the best she could manage through his jeans. When she slid her hand back up from his dick and attempted to slide it down inside his pants for an encumbered feel, Sean's brain worked enough to remind her that others were watching.

"Oops, got a little too selfish there, cutie. Don't want to scare off the special fish if I play too much with the bait. I'm only supposed to show it off, not catch it myself."

Fish and bait? Lana must be drunker than I thought as her gibberish makes no sense.

Not able to see exactly what her best friend was doing to her brother, Peyton's eyes still narrowed in anger. What is she doing? She's supposed to be teasing Sean, so Lacey gets jealous, but her body's blocking us from seeing Sean. Oh! That's what she meant about making someone jealous. The blonde attempted to slowly move RJ over closer to her sibling and best friend. However, her new partner seemed content to continue dancing with his ex-girlfriend's friend in their current spot.

Faced with his two-year-plus dream of finally being so close to Mrs. Stratton, Austin suddenly didn't know what to do. Their previous dance had been more of a joke. This time Lacey's drunk mom was way more sensual with her dancing. Even in his intoxicated state, he had enough self-awareness to realize he shouldn't touch her in the places he wanted to touch. His discomfort wasn't aided by feeling Lacey's eyes on him at all times. Unaware that his girlfriend found his situation amusing, Austin instead thought she watched him to make sure he didn't cross any lines with her mother. Still, his eyes kept getting drawn to her large bust pushing against her blouse, much to the drunken delight of Rachel.

Crossing the line with a mother was at the center of Jared's worries. Unlike his football rival, the mother in front of the linebacker wasn't his girlfriend's but his very own mother. A day ago--before Kimberly's words planted the seeds of **** in his mind--Jared would have felt the same normal awkwardness most sons have when dancing with their mother. Now, after that witch cast her spell on him, Jared's eyes scrutinized Gabriela's assets as he would a potential conquest. His eyes were drawn to her deep cleavage, the way her tits bounced as she hopped around, those hips that looked made to be held as one pounded her from behind.

"Whatcha thinking, sweetie?"

The question snapped Jared's eyes away from his mother's ass and up to her the face that peered back over her shoulder at him. Fuck! She knows what I was looking at and thinking. She knows! Jared screamed in his head once he saw the smirk she flashed at him. Even with knowing the flirt his mother could be, Jared couldn't believe it as she reached back to grab his hands and pulled them to her hips.

"Are you gonna just stand there, or are you gonna dance?" Gabby asked her son, her words sounding laced with innuendo.

Thrown off balance at first, when he saw her smirk widen, Jared grew pissed at his mother for getting another one up on him. Always trying to embarrass me with her fucking teasing. Let's see how she likes it back. Tightening his grip on her waist, he began to dance much closer to a mother than a son should. His hands moved up and down her hips, almost stroking her body.

Satisfied that Sean's surprisingly impressive member appeared to be at full-mast, Lana edged their dance a little further away from the others. Remembering to turn the two of them so the others could watch, she spun her body around to face the teen. The ginger then slid her body slightly to his side while she started to grind herself on his hip furthest from their spectators.

Unable not to notice her brother's excitement in his jeans, Peyton shot a glare at her best friend. Lana answered with a slight smile and a head nod to her little sister. Peyton moved her head to see Lacey watching their siblings dance. The look of anger on the petite redhead's face brought a smile to the older blonde. It looks like the plan is working. Lacey's pissed at how Lana and Sean are dancing.

They both watched as Lana took one hand, placed it under Sean's chin, and tilted his head upward. Peyton and Lacey followed Sean's eyes and saw that Lana's footwork had led her and Sean to be under the mistletoe just off the foyer. They watched Sean's eyes grow rounder as Lana moved her hand from his chin to the back of his head and moved in for a kiss. The passionate kiss the busty ginger gave the overwhelmed teen sizzled so much that Peyton could've sworn she felt the room's temperature go up by several degrees. With conflicting thoughts, the blonde watched as her best friend's tongue attacked her little brother's mouth. After spending years regularly ordering Lana not to tease Sean, she felt the urge to rush over and do it again. Her poor, hopeless romantic of a brother didn't need any false hope that his old crush had finally grown similar feelings. The only thing holding Peyton back was the younger redhead's face turning to match her hair.

Lacey had given up all pretense of dancing as she glared at her sister's actions. Hands curled up into little fists; her mouth moved slightly as she talked to herself, too softly for Peyton to hear the words. Seeing the pounce coming, Sean's sister moved to grab the redhead's arm at the same moment she jumped into action.

"Let's not cause a scene, Lace. Instead, why don't wait for the right time to quietly go save Sean?" Peyton suggested. Barely able to hold her anger in check, Lacey agreed with a curt nod.

Several feet away from the kissing couple, Jared began to panic as he realized his mother's teasing had caused him to sport a full erection. Unlike say Sean, whose dick was at least semi-restrained in a pair of jeans, Jared had chosen to throw on some athletic track pants back at the boathouse. This meant nothing held his cock back from being displayed in its horny state.

Jared kept a tight grip on his mother's hips to keep her from backing her amazing ass into his steel rod. It was a losing battle as Gabriela slowly inched her way back, with her ass now millimeters away from contacting her son's tip. With the way Gabby swung her hips side-to-side, Jared also feared she might turn around completely to face him and thus notice the erection her perverted son had for her.

"Need me to save you from your mean old mother?"

Jared's head swung around to see the evil woman, the same one who planted those incestuous visions into his head with her whispers, now giving him a smirk. The stocky teen felt an urge to slap that smirk off her face and punish her for messing with his brain. Instead, faced with no other options to avoid a humiliating moment with his mom, Jared took the offer.

"Sure, Ms. Goose," he told her with a hard look. Then positioning his body to hide his hard-on, he turned his head back to look at Gabriela. "Sorry, Mom. It's a little too weird to dance with you."

Giving her son an exaggerated pout, Gabby didn't let it bother her, and after a quick scan of the room, she left to join her best friend and Austin.

Lana and Peyton watched as Gabby joined Rachel. With two women dancing around him, Austin's sightline of his girlfriend was now blocked. Only communicating with their eyes, the two lifelong best friends put their plan in motion.

"Okay, Lace," Peyton said, moving away from RJ for a moment. "You cut in with Sean, and I'll pull Lana away. Got it?" Lacey's glare never left her sister, but she nodded in acceptance of the plan. Peyton decided to give the smaller girl a little extra push when the time came.

As she humped her body on his leg, Lana leaned forward and toward Sean's ear. "I think it's switch partners time again. So get ready to turn around, okay?"

Entirely enthralled by his old crush's actions and words, Sean nodded at her order and spun around. At the moment he finished, he found Lacey's body flung towards him and had to reach out and grab her to keep them from tumbling to the foyer floor for the second time today. Once steady, the blond-haired teen continued to dance in the trance-like state that Lana's behavior--and big breasts-- left him in.

Once she freed Sean from her sister's clutches, Lacey realized that Austin might not like her dancing with her new partner. Turning quickly to find him, she instead saw Lana and Peyton dancing next to them. Peyton looked at her with a soft smile, but it was Lana's shit-eating grin of victory that sent a shiver down Lacey's spine. Oh, shit. They planned this! It's part of their destiny bullshit. Wait, why is Lana pointing over my head? Oh, no!