(Chapter originally written by PhoenixStriker)
Jenna shook her head in amusement at your foggy memory, then vaguely gestured towards the direction of the front door.
"Everyone's coming over, remember?" She said. "A big family and friend day, right? Since all of our schedules actually happened to be free."
Your eyes widened in remembrance. "Oh, that's right! Wow, I'd almost totally forgotten."
Lauren gasped, drawing your attention. She looked sheepishly down at herself, still clad in only a skimpy bra and matching panties. "Oh, shoot! I've still got to get dressed!" She looked at her daughter. "Take Matt and wait in the living room for everyone, would you? I'll be right down!"
Jenna's smile in response sent a slight shiver down your spine. "Got it, mom!" She dutifully laid her palm down on the table for you, and you hesitantly climbed aboard. Meanwhile, Lauren darted off, jogging out of the kitchen and heading upstairs to her room to change.
Once you were on Jenna's palm, she lifted her hand back up and walked into the living room. You were mildly surprised at the distinct care Jenna was showing in keeping you balanced on her hand, when she'd normally be much more likely to jostle you around or throw you clean off. Still, you took the good with the bad when it came to Jenna, so you weren't going to complain.
Before Jenna could even take a seat on the couch, the doorbell rang. Keeping you curled in her right hand, Jenna reached out with her left to grab the knob after approaching the door, and opened it wide, revealing your girlfriend, Marisol, and her mother, Rio.
Mari grinned widely, always a pretty peppy morning person. "Sup, Jenna?"
Jenna flashed her a similarly pleased grin. The two were pretty good friends, after all. "Nothing much. Nice getup." She said, vaguely gesturing to Mari's choice of attire.
Your girlfriend's smile grew. "It is, isn't it? Matt'll love it!"
From your vantage on Jenna's palm, you did, in fact, love it. Your girlfriend had clearly come to your house prepared to be physically active, if necessary, because she was wearing tight compression shorts and a form-fitting sports bra that revealed nearly all of her canyon-like cleavage. Her curvy body was being put on full display, and you were quite appreciative. You were about to speak up and compliment your girlfriend before Rio moved.
Standing behind Mari, Rio stepped into the house as well, and her attire was similarly flattering. She was wearing skintight leggings and a sports bra like her daughter, and one just as revealing. Standing side-by-side with her daughter, the two of them were visions of beauty, and Rio looked so much more like an older sister than a mother. It was remarkable how well the woman had aged, and so easy to see where Mari got her head-turning looks from.
A niggling thought tickled the back of your brain, as you vaguely realized that both Mari and Rio were wearing clothing that was completely tan in color, and a tone not dissimilar from your own tanned skin tone. The realization sent a shiver down your spine, but you tried to ignore the thought as just doom-and-gloom thinking.
"You're gorgeous as always, Miss Fuertes." Jenna complimented Rio, to which Rio scoffed and put a hand on Jenna's shoulder.
"Please, Jenna, it's just Rio." Rio gently corrected. "And you're as beautiful as they come. You ARE Lauren's daughter, after all." Rio joked, in reference to your mother's nearly unmatched curvaceous beauty. The only person in your daily life who came close was...
"AW MAN! I'M THE LAST ONE HERE?" An upbeat voice cried out from behind Mari and Rio, somewhere out on the front porch. The Fuertes women moved aside, and sure enough, Ashley was standing at the bottom of the steps, the last guest of the day.
As Jenna moved a step forward to greet her best friend, you intended to turn to Mari and get her attention with a quick flirty comment. However, before you could do so, your brain registered exactly what Ashley was wearing, and all rational thoughts temporarily ceased to function.
Ashley, the only woman (sans your Aunt Cass) who could possibly compete with Lauren in the curves department, was once again demonstrating her seemingly total lack of awareness of her own sex appeal. With a bright smile on her face and a cheerful wave, she bounded up the steps, causing her titanic breasts to heave up and down in her light blue and way-too-tight halter top. Even more eye-catching were the hot pink micro shorts that looked painted on, and left nearly half of each meaty butt cheek hanging out the bottom.
You gulped and looked away. You were firmly, 100% devoted to Mari, but you were still a straight male, and a mildly pervy one at that. You couldn't deny Ashley was drop-dead gorgeous, but you had to make sure she didn't catch you staring at her, or she'd tease you about it to no end.
At that moment, your mother finally descended the stairs, having finished changing. She had switched into a surprisingly modest white floral-patterned blouse and jeans. Still, even that modest attire couldn't hide her abundant curves. Regardless, it put her more in line with Jenna, who was wearing a black t-shirt emblazoned with her favorite band, and a black mini-skirt.
You once again tried to speak up, only for Mari to turn towards Lauren to say hello. Grumbling to yourself at another missed opportunity, you didn't even notice your sister's palm shaking as she curled back her middle finger and tilted you in the direction of Mari. It wasn't until the ground you stood on was nearly at a sixty-degree angle that you turned around in confusion to look at Jenna, wondering what she was doing. As soon as you realized her finger was now pressing into your back, you froze in a panic, and Jenna smirked.
Her finger uncurled, slapping into you with the force of a bullet, and smacking you off her palm and right towards Mari.
Of course, because fate willed it so, Mari laughed at that exact moment, her melodic voice lilting, and her prodigious chest shaking. Jenna's flick had squashed your face, rendering you unable to cry out as your tiny body plunged right into Mari's abundant cleavage, which was still jostling from her laughter. Her supple flesh jiggling as it was, Mari didn't feel a single thing, remaining wholly oblivious as you sunk into your cleavage all the way up to your butt, only your tiny legs flailing pathetically still visible.
Finally, Mari turned to Jenna.
"Where's my little stud? Too embarrassed by this killer outfit to come out and say 'hi'?" Mari teased flirtatiously.
Jenna choked on a laugh, her eyes torn between matching Mari's gaze and watching your legs kick helplessly. "No, I'd say the exact opposite. Little guy was dying to just dive right in."
Mari frowned at Jenna's awkward wording, before shrugging and passing off the comment as some weird joke. The simple act of shrugging hefted her hulking breasts upwards from the motion, before jostling them back into place. Though a small motion, her silky-smooth globes of flesh didn't let you brace yourself, and you sank even deeper into Mari's deep, dank cleavage, until only your feet remained.
Jenna's smirk widened, though it froze as Lauren took a step forward and delicately pointed at Mari's boobs. Mari's frown deepened.
"Mari, dear. I think Jenna was trying to save Matt is...stuck." Lauren giggled, amused at your predicament, believing you had willing thrown yourself at her, overestimated your jump, and gotten stuck. She'd seen your landing, but not Jenna's flick.
Mari gasped, and instantly rescued you, spotting you with Lauren's help. Or, rather, she attempted to instantly rescue you. In reality, your precarious position and Mari's comparatively giant fingers meant she spent significantly more time squishing and squashing you against her tits instead of pulling you free, but she did eventually manage it. She gave you a kiss after freeing you, then let you rest in her palm as you reformed.
Jenna stood in front of the other four women, who all looked at her expectantly. She cleared her throat.
"Alright, since we're all here. Let's begin this fun little day together. I've got SO many plans for us all!"
What does Jenna have in store?
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