Eric pulled his car into the driveway and turned it off. The enormous house looked flawless, brightly colored with a perfectly manicured lawn. Penelope's mother, Victoria, had always been wealthy, but it seemed that in recent years her business had been doing even better than usual. A driven woman, she had worked her way to the top of her pharmaceutical company through hard work, eventually rising from lowly drug representative to CEO of all their operations. While Eric had been away on his first year in college, she had bought this house in the Hamptons as a summer home. Eric had driven down from MIT to spend the first few weeks of summer with his old friend and her mother.
Penelope had been away at school as well, though much closer at NYU. They had been best friends growing up together on Long Island since they were 5 or 6. College was the first time that either of them had been separated for so long. Eric was wondering if she had changed at all, because he was pretty sure he had. They had both been nerdy kids growing up, playing video games together and always being on the internet. Neither was very socially awkward, but nor were they the most popular kids in their high school. They had their friends and made good grades.
Eric snapped back into the present and grabbed his bags from the back seat of his car. As he was walking toward the door, the sight of Penelope's mom standing in the doorway holding a glass of iced tea stopped him dead in his tracks for a moment. Her brown hair fell past her shoulders onto her breasts, which stood proudly out in front of her at 38DD (he knew, he had snuck into her bra cabinet before). She wore a strapless red dress that hugged her fit, curvy figure until it ended somewhere mid-thigh. It was a dress that most women her age (38) could not pull off, but Eric knew how many heads Mrs. Baker would turn if she walked down Madison Avenue in wearing that. She smiled widely as he approached, seeming very excited to see him.
"Hello, Eric! How are you doing? How was the drive?"
Eric walked inside as she held the door for him, setting his bags in the foyer. "It was good. About five hours. And I'm doing very well! Glad to be done with exams and out for the summer." Mrs. Baker moved to hug him, and he realized that he had grown taller than her. He stood now at 6'2" to her 5'8", but as her breasts pressed against his abs he tried not to get an erection. He remembered fondly the days when a hug from Mrs. Baker ended with his face buried between her massive breasts. It was a young boy's dream. He had always had a crush on Mrs. Baker, something Penelope, and sometimes Mrs. Baker herself, had teased him about.
"I'm so glad to hear it! Come with me to the kitchen, I'll show you around. Want anything to drink?"
Eric walked behind her into the enormous house and sat at the bar, facing her. "Some water would be great. Thank you, Mrs. Baker"
She chuckled. "Don't make me feel old, Eric. Call me Victoria, or Vicki, whichever you prefer. You're a man now, you get to be my equal. Speaking of, you sure you just want water? I've got scotch, bourbon, vodka, and I know how to make just about any cocktail. Lots of business entertaining."
Eric had to size this up as a possible trap, but he decided he might as well indulge himself. "Bourbon, then. On the rocks."
She turned around to pour the drink, grabbing the bottle of maker's mark. Eric couldn't help but stare at her luscious ass, given the opportunity. "mmm. I love a bourbon man," she replied, pouring one for herself and sitting across the bar from him. "To the handsome college man, may he enlighten us all." He smiled and clinked his glass with hers, taking a sip of the fiery liquid. "Heard you did pretty well your first semester? Coming home with a girlfriend? Or three?"
He laughed politely. He had gotten his fair share of pussy at MIT, but not every girl could handle his particular endowment. "No, not really. The girls up there are lots of fun, but I haven't found anyone just right."
"Boy, don't I know that problem. Men my age have one-track minds that they can't live up to. You know, Penelope is still single if you're interested." She looked to either side of her to make sure Penelope wasn't there, then held her breasts in her hands and whispered "she's got her own set of these, now!"
He almost spit out the bourbon he was drinking, but eventually his laughter subsided. "I think I'm alright being friends for the moment."
She smiled. "Well, if you're not interested in that, I could use a man around the house. I'm single too," she said, with a devilish grin on her face.
Penelope was strolling in the room just as Eric was trying to formulate a response. "Done hitting on my Eric yet, Mom? You're even trying to get him drunk first!" she joked, and Eric smiled to be relieved of having to come up with a witty response to her mother's question. "Come on," she beckoned him, "I want to have a welcome-home round with you."
Eric downed the rest of his glass in one burning gulp. "One for the road, Victoria?"
Victoria giggled. "My My, Eric, let's not go too fast. I don't want to have to take advantage of you later."
Penelope rolled her eyes at her mother's comment, then headed up the stairs. Eric noticed her hips as they swayed from side to side while she ascended the staircase.
Dat Ass
, he had to keep himself from muttering. He found it hard to resist giving it a good spank as they walked up the stairs. She was wearing short cheeleader shorts which just barely kept her perfect rump covered, and a tight spaghetti strap top which exposed much of her midriff. Her mother was right, he could see; indeed she had fallen into her own set of beautiful tits. D-cup, he guessed, which stood perky on her 5'3" and slim frame. Hustling behind her, he got to her room and grabbed the xbox controller off of the couch. They had played all sorts of newer games, but the ten-year-old original HALO was their favorite. For one reason or another, it was a classic in their eyes.
"Did you call my mom Victoria?" she asked me, starting up the game.
"What?" Eric replied instantly, just shaking himself from ogling her while she wasn't looking. "Oh, yeah. She told me to. Said I was a man now and her equal or something."
"She wants your dick!" she jokingly teased.
Just like old times
, Eric thought,
with some welcome additions
. Eric could not get it off his mind that both Penelope and her mom were the hottest beings he'd ever seen.
He started to focus on the game, enjoying blasting each other to shreds on the massive flat screen. They had always been pretty well matched in their video gaming escapades, even if they did have different styles. He was a run and gun master, spraying bullets as long as it got the job done. She was stealthy and clever, taking her time to make that one perfect shot count. After the first two games, the set was tied, one and one.
"Best of three?" Eric asked.
"Sure, but let's make it interesting," Penelope replied.
Eric thought for a minute. "Drinking game? We can go get a bottle from your mom."
Penelope laughed. "Nah, we can all get drunk later. How about... a dare?"
