Mercy threw her duffel bag into the backseat hurriedly--the snow was beginning to fall and time was of the essence. She joined her mother in the front passenger seat, putting her extra large coffee thermos in the center console cup holder. She signed a breath of relief. Christmas break of her sophomore year of college had just began, and she only arrived late last night to her mother's house before learning that the following morning they would be traveling to an old college friend of Sophitia for a ski trip in Aspen. Exhausted, she delayed packing until the morning. Somehow, in forty-five minutes flat, she managed to shower, pack a duffel bag, and make coffee before they had to hit the road.
"I'm so sorry, mom. I was just too tired when I got in last night to pack," Angela explained.
Sophitia gave a warm smile while backing up using the rear back-up cam.
"I completely understand, darling. Believe me. I'm impressed you're awake after all that; you got, what, five hours of sleep?" Sophitia replied.
"Mmmmm, something like that. Maybe less---I had a lot on my mind."
"You mean, about the stuff we've talked about?" Sophitia said, giving Angela a glance as she dropped her right hand on her thigh.
"Yes, mom," Angela replied as she looked out the window, admiring the beautiful snow that was already covering the road.
"I can't think of something I'd rather do than to share that with you. Sheva is the perfect person for this. She may take some convincing...but I feel like it will take less than we think."
"So you haven't asked her yet? What if she rejects us?" Angela asked, half concerned and half surprised at the reveal of Sophitia not having broached the idea to her yet.
"You look like me when I was your age; that fact alone will make you irresistible to her. I like to think I've still got it myself. I'm 42 but still!" Sophitia laughed to herself.
"Oh, c'mon! Look at you! You are in ridiculous shape. I mean, look at us. We're fucking hot!" Angela exclaimed enthusiastically.
"Yeah, I know. You're right. Did you pack your gift?"
Mercy froze for a moment, worried she forgot it before remembering she did, in fact, pack the lingerie her mother had gotten her. It was a white lacey piece, with generous breast support that made Angela's already large tits look absolutely massive. It included a white silk stocking garter set and a thong that hid nothing of the hard work Angela had been putting in at the gym.
Sophitia had packed the exact same set.
"Yes, sorry, for a second I thought I forgot it, but I have it---I'm positive." Mercy said with obvious relief.
"Yeah...she won't be able to say no. Should we go over the plan one more time?"
"Yes, mommy."
Sophitia took the entrance ramp to the highway.
What would be a five hour car ride turned into a seven hour expedition through the relentless snow. Angela dosed off and on as her mom deftly plowed through the quickly accumulating snow in their well-suited Range Rover.
It was a little after seven P.M. when they reached Aspen. After a quick and much needed rest-stop, they were back on the road for the last leg of the trip.
While it was completely dark, there was no issue finding Sheva's timeshare; it was an absolutely massive cabin-style home and the only one in its own little corner. A large, wrap-around deck complimented the formidable house. Making it seem even more castle-like was the ten minutes of switchbacks that had to be driven up in order to reach it. This was no small task in such wintry conditions but Sophitia was quite adept behind the wheel. As they crested to the top of the drive way, they were met by Sheva waiting on the front porch. She wore a large black parka laced with white fur around the neckline, and she sipped something from a clearly still hot mug by the way she held it.
It was full-on blizzarding at this point and visibility was poor. The heavy snow could be felt pounding down on the roof of the vehicle. The two blondes retrieved their belongings---a duffel bag each---out of the back seat of the Range Rover and retreated to the warmth of the cabin.
The cabin was elaborately furnished and immaculately clean as evidenced immediately when they entered the house. Sheva took their jackets and placed them on a large ornate coat adjacent to the front door. She was a wearing white cream colored cashmere turtleneck sweater that contrasted nicely with her dark skin. The dark pants she was wearing accentuated her clearly toned thighs and...something else.
She looks just like her mom at her age, thought Sheva to herself as she looked the young blonde up and down. She was wearing a pink Patagonia quarter-zip sweater under her jacket with some comfortable looking black leggings, quite typical of college girls these days, she knew. The sweater was loose fitting but did a poor job of hiding her considerable breasts, one of her favorite features of her mother. For a brief moment, she caught herself imagining themselves in bed together, but she brushed it off as wishful thinking.
Sophitia, however, looked exactly how she remembered from their college days. Just as beautiful both in form and face. High cheek bones and a gracefully petite nose. Heavy breasts that displayed prominently from her green sweater dress with its plunging neckline. Black pantyhose covered her muscular legs. She had the definition of an hourglass figure with hips built for breeding. Sheva knew those well. They had met freshman year at Harvard University. Both finance majors, they began studying together once discovering they lived in the same dorm hall. Study nights turned into movie nights. Movie nights turned into innocent cuddling until one particular night towards the end of freshman Fall semester. A night that changed the dynamic of their relationship entirely.
"Let me give you two a tour!" Sheva said excitedly as she came back to reality.
"Yes, absolutely! This place is beautiful!" Sophitia said. "Come, dear."
Sophitia grabbed Angela by the hand as they walked down the hall. Immediately to their left was the living room with a high ceiling and open-plan format. A loft overlooked the living room in which Sheva mentioned was the Master Bedroom. Straight ahead of the door was a foyer and hallway that led to two guess bedrooms, both exquisitely furnished with the same hunting-cabin style of the the living room. Behind the living was a large kitchen with modern and recently installed brand new appliances. Granite countertops and hanging cabinets with outstanding craftsmanship left no doubt to the fortune Sheva had spent remodeling the kitchen.
"Watch your feet; I have a fleet of these things roaming the house." Sheva remarked about the Roombas roaming throughout the house. The floors---everything really---looked immaculate and now they knew why.
Once the tour was complete, the three sat down to a duck dinner that Sheva had prepared complete with garlic mashed potatoes, Sautéed mushrooms and onions, and red wine. They took their time eating, and the red wine flowed. Much storytelling and catching up was done. Sheva and Sophitia spoke of their careers. Mercy lamented the relentless rigor of student life at Harvard, and of her goals for med school once done.
With dinner finished, the three parted ways so that Sophitia and Angela could shower after their long car ride over. This idea was Sheva's, and the two blondes were extremely grateful at this suggestion. She told them Sophitia could use her shower while Angela used the downstairs shower. Sophitia countered with them just both using the Sheva's bathroom shower instead. This suggestion made Sheva visibly flinch but otherwise she thought not much else of it. Maybe they were merely being prudent.
The two women grabbed their duffel bags and took them upstairs to the loft bathroom. It was spacious with a large, two shower-head walk-in shower. A heated tower rack adjacent to the shower was situated on the wall with fresh, clean white towels.
"She could not stop staring at your tits during dinner, could you see that?" said Angela as she began undressing.
"The dress did the trick," replied Sophitia as her dress dropped to the floor. "I'll meet you inside."
Angela reached into the walk-in shower and turned on the shower heads. The shower even had smaller panels on the walls that also sprayed water, giving the body an even more efficient cleaning. The water warmed up quickly and Angela stepped inside. Moments later, she felt her mother embrace her from behind, wrapping her arms around her and her hands settlings on Angela's generous breasts. She let out a soft moan as she turned her head to its side, their lips meeting in a long deep kiss, Sophitia's hands gently kneading and caressing her daughter's breasts. Angela's moaning began to get louder and escalate into a whimper.
"Mommy - please make me cum," Angela moaned as she guided Sophitia's left hand to her pussy.
"Not yet, dear..." Sophitia replied, bringing her hand back up to her breast. "I will soon enough. We are so close to getting what we want. Just a little bit longer."
Sophitia and Angela finished bathing in the luxurious shower and quickly toweled off. Both blondes possessed long hair and the drying process could take a while on its own, so they made excellent use of Sheva's multiple hair dryers. Why she had multiple ones they had no idea, seeing as she had quite short hair herself. Once they were adequately dried off, they rummaged through their duffel bags for their lingerie specifically picked out for the evening. They quickly put them on and inspected one another. They both were very tight in the busts of both women, as their small frames coupled with much larger than average sized breasts made finding a perfect fit almost impossible. They considered going down dressed in this way but decided against it; might be easier to talk Sheva into it without shocking her beforehand. They opted into matching grey pinstripe pajamas, the long sleeve top and pants variety instead.
The blondes started to descend down the stairs and saw Sheva on the couch in living room. A fire was lit in the fireplace that, in addition to the large Christmas tree and TV, provided the sole illumination for the room. On the end table was a half empty wine bottle that Sheva had been apparently working on, along with two empty wine glasses, presumably for them. The room smelled of wood burning and a winter-scented candle.
The girls joined Sheva on the couch, one on each side of her. Angela, closest to the end table, took the responsibility of fill her and her mom's glasses and refilling Sheva. The two of them were still buzzed from dinner, but Sheva was especially so by this point. She started to joke about how cute they looked in their pajamas. She, too, had changed into a somewhat similar pair herself.
After just a short time, the bottle was empty. Sheva excused herself to go get another. The three of them were quite drunk by this point. Soon as she left the couch, Sophitia and Angela made eye contact and knew it was time.
Sheva sat down on the couch and handed the bottle over to Angela, who was still situated by the end table.
"Angela, dear, please pour us some more wine. This should probably be the last bottle so we can start hydrating for skiing tomorrow," Sheva said with a giggle.
Angela poured the wine, looking again to her mother and nodding slightly. She handed the two of them their glasses and they drank, savoring the expensive wine.
"Actually, we had something we wanted to discuss with you, Sheva," Sophitia said, breaking the silence.
She took a long sip of her wine and Angela did the same. The fire crackled softly.
"What is it? I hope it's where you got those adorable matching pajamas," Sheva guffawed.
