Curvy Desires

Copyright © [2025] Igor Pajic. Published by Taboo Dreams. All rights reserved.

 

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Curvy Desires

 

There were countless ways Ian could've spent that scorching summer afternoon. An eighteen-year-old with a lean, athletic build and a hunger for distraction, he might’ve been out playing basketball with his friends or locked in his room, fingers glued to a controller or wrapped around something else entirely. Porn could’ve passed the time—again. But instead, he was poolside, sweating under the sun beside his mother at her friend’s house.

 

What made it worth it were the women. Two older, voluptuous ladies in barely-there bikinis lounged nearby, their thick curves glistening with tanning oil, their laughter low and teasing. Ian couldn't help but stare—because no screen, no video, no fantasy could compare to the real thing happening right in front of him.He knew he shouldn't be looking at his own fleshy-built mother in a bikini and getting excited, but he couldn't help it. With her fine, black hair that was cut barely above her shoulders, she was the prettiest of all his friends' mothers and most of the ladies her age that he'd seen anywhere. She was what most people would call a chubby lady, but she had the sweetest, sexiest shape, almost like an oversized Barbie doll with a heavy, round pair of amazing tits that looked big even on her large body. Rachel, Ian's mom, was exactly the kind of woman that made his young cock stand up and ache with need.

He couldn't explain why the big girls made him feel the way they did, but he didn't care. He loved the feelings they brought about in his virile, young body. He loved the way looking at their big, curvy bodies made his hot dick pulse with need. Maybe it was from being surrounded by big, pretty females at home.

Ivy, Ian's older sister by three years, was even prettier and bigger than their mother. Fortunately, Ivy wasn't with them today, or Ian would never be able to get out of the pool. It was bad enough with Molly, Rachel's friend, being there. But of course it was her house, and Ian never minded being around Molly's pool when she was out sunbathing and drinking wine with his mother. A sandy blonde with long hair, Molly was almost as pretty and almost as chubby and thick as Rachel. She knew she was a thick-built woman, and she wasn't the least bit shy about flaunting her curvy body in swimwear that was usually more typical of thinner, younger girls.

Thanks to Molly's audacious example, Rachel and Ivy would always wear bikinis around the blonde woman's pool, whereas if they were anywhere else, they stuck to less revealing one-piece swimwear. But Ian thought ladies as big as his mother and sister should always wear revealing clothes. Maybe they weren't the type of girls the media held up as a standard of beauty, but Ian thought they were irresistible. It wasn't right that girls like them should ever feel like they should hide their natural beauty. His feelings about them were probably influenced by the fact that he was the only male in the house and his curvy mother and sister doted on him like a prince. And he loved every second of it.

Molly, on the other hand, was bold and flirty, and she always treated Ian like he was special. He figured maybe it was because she didn't have a son of her own, just a daughter about Ivy's age who looked like a younger version of her mom. But Molly's daughter was rarely around when Rachel took her son with her to spend an afternoon by the pool. She usually only showed up when Ivy was there since the two were also friends. Ian didn't mind, though. He was perfectly happy to spend a day with a pair of fine, full-figured MILFs, even if one of them was literally his own mother.

Ian's friends kidded him about being a mama's boy sometimes, but that wasn't the case. His father had left the family a few years before, and both his mother and sister treated him more and more like the man of the house despite his age. It wasn't as if he was expected to take over for his absent father, but he was there for his mother and sister, always loving and supporting them throughout the upheaval in their lives. And he was there for his sister just as much as his mother, if not even more. He loved them both and felt protective of them.

Ian never got along with his father, but for that matter, not many people did, either. He never spent a second missing his dad, and he liked having the role as man of the house and adapted to the change in family dynamics easily. As a result, his mother and sister, who had always loved him dearly, just became more and more proud of him. And on days like this when he went with his mother to Molly's, Rachel could relax and not worry about drinking a few glasses of wine since Ian was right there to drive her home if she had a few.

That day, Rachel and Molly were both drinking while Ian alternated between getting some sun and swimming laps to stay in shape for his swim team. He had competed all through high school and was already accepted onto the team for when he started college in the fall. He was about average in height with a generally slender build, but swimming and basketball kept him in great shape. He knew the girls in his family noticed his excellent physical condition, and that Molly noticed, too.

He liked the attention, though they usually pretended not to be paying him any. It made him feel good. He'd even caught Molly's daughter checking him out, too, even if she didn't seem to like him very much. He often wondered if they noticed the way he looked at them, too.

The sun was really strong that day, so after an hour or so Rachel and Molly moved their lounge chairs into the shade of the awning that was set up not far from the pool. Being the middle of June, both women already had deep, bronze tans, and Ian thought they looked amazing, especially his big, gorgeous mother.

Unlike Rachel, Molly was married, but her husband was rarely ever there since he was usually travelling for his high-powered job. Today, the neglected, voluptuous wife was being even flirtier than usual as she heaped compliment upon compliment on Ian, stoking his natural male ego with a coy smile. Rachel shot disapproving looks at her friend more than once, but she never said anything to stop her.

Ian wondered whether his mother was just being protective or if she actually felt a little jealous of Molly's wandering eye. He secretly hoped it was the latter. Not that anything could ever happen with his own mom, but the possibility that she might look at him as a sexy young man and not just her son made him feel good. It made him feel that much more like the man of the house. He did notice, however, that Molly kept filling his mother's glass repeatedly while only sipping lightly on her own.

After finishing most of a bottle of wine, Rachel started getting drowsy and ended up dozing off on her lounge chair. Ian caught Molly checking on the brunette a few times as if she was making sure the other woman was really asleep. Finally, the plump blonde flashed the boy a sexy smile.

"Ian, darling, could you come inside with me for a couple of minutes? I need your help with something," Molly said.

"Oh, sure, no problem."

Ian was always ready to jump in when a hot, curvy lady needed help. As he followed Molly inside, he noticed she was walking more slowly than normal and letting her fully rounded hips sway heavily from side to side. He couldn't take his eyes off the way her large, globular ass looked as she walked, forcing the fabric of her bikini into the deep crevice between her impressive cheeks. He tried to look away, but he couldn't. The woman's ill-fitting bikini was now riding up her ass like a thong. Molly was boldly teasing him, and he was afraid of getting a hard-on in his speedo that would've been impossible to hide. It wouldn't be the first time he'd gotten a hard-on around his mother and Molly, but usually he could just dive in the water and keep it hidden until it went down.

As they walked into Molly's living room, she took a couple of cautious glances out through the glass double slider at Rachel, who was still dozing. Ian expected his mother's friend to ask him to change a light bulb or move a piece of furniture, but she went to her couch and sat down.

"Come stand over here, Ian," the blonde said, nodding to the spot on the carpet right in front of where she was sitting.

The handsome teen took the place Molly indicated and couldn't help looking down at the impressively smooth, deep cleavage bulging up from the top of her scant bikini. She caught him gazing at her tits and smiled at him like it was perfectly okay to stare.

"Uhhh, what did you need my help with, Mrs. Robinson ?"

"Oh, Ian, you're a man now. Call me Molly, okay?"

"Sure, ummm, Molly."

"That's much better. Now, I actually asked you inside because I'd like your opinion on something."

"Oh, okay. Sure."

"Well. Ian." Then the blonde flashed a wicked smile at him and hefted her large, heavy tits within her bikini top with both of her hands. "What do you think about my tits, darling? Do you like them? They're not too big, are they?"

Ian was stunned. As bold and flirty as Molly was, this was over the top even for her. Yet he couldn't take his eyes away from the way her hands were hefting and squeezing her big orbs within her scant bikini covering. A hot swarm of tingles went through his cock, but he wasn't even thinking about ending up with a hard-on she wouldn't miss. His young mind was fully occupied with the sight of those big, smooth globes shifting and bunching in her hands.

"Oh, but you probably need to see them better," Molly added. "Without this pesky bikini top in the way. Then you can you make a better judgement."

With a devious twinkle in her blue eyes, the blonde deftly untied the strings holding up her bikini and then swiftly pulled it out of the way, exposing her fully naked jugs to the teenager's appreciative eyes. She lifted and squeezed with her hands, this time playing with her nipples until they puffed out hard and erect. Ian stared at the woman's orbs with his jaw hanging open while Molly giggled happily.

"I think you like them," she said in a teasing, girly voice. "Not too big, honey?"

His mother's friend had never called him honey before, but it seemed to add to the intimacy of the moment, like they were sharing a secret just between the two of them. It wasn't like he was ever about to tell his mother about this, and he was sure Molly wasn't about to, either.

"They're... amazing, Mrs.... I mean, Molly."

"Oh, honey, you're such a sweet talker," the topless housewife cooed. "My husband paid for them, and now you get to play with them. Don't you want to see what they feel like?"

"Really?"

"Go ahead, honey. Feel them. I love having a strong man's big hands feeling up my titties. And you're so hot and handsome I've thought a lot about letting you touch them."

"Really?"

"Oohh, honey, you have no idea," the blonde snickered deviously. "But we mustn't ever tell your mom."

"Oh, fuck no," Ian replied without thinking as he reached for the lady's generously offered melons.

"Such language!" Molly cackled. "Do you talk like that in front of all your mother's friends, you naughty boy?"

"Only the really hot, special ones," Ian came back with a grin.

"Is that what I am, honey?" Molly asked more seriously. "Hot and special?"

"Ohh, yes," the boy replied, firmly squeezing the lush globes. They felt so heavy and firm, and her skin was like the smoothest silk. Her nipples felt hard yet still pliant between his fingers as he rolled and twisted them, his cock quickly growing hard inside his tight, little swimsuit.

"Oh, Ian, yessss, that feels good. My nipples are so sensitive. Mmmmm."

Ian soon had a very large, very hard bulge straining against his clingy swimsuit, and it was right at the level of Molly's face.

"Oh, Ian, what's this?" she said, lifting her hand to feel the long, tubular lump in his suit. "You really do like big girls, don't you, honey?"

"Oh god, yes, Molly. I love them. And your tits are fucking amazing. God, they feel so good."

"Mmmm, I love the way you touch them, honey. But I know just how to make you feel even better, stud."

Ian was stunned again when his mother's friend swiftly pulled his suit down to his knees and exposed his extremely impressive young cock. He was hard and throbbing while his man-sized pole bobbed before Molly's face.

"Fuck, what a beautiful cock," the blonde whispered as she curled her hand around the boy's shaft and began stroking him. "I just knew you had something special down here. Mmmm, you're SO much bigger than my husband, and I bet it tastes as good as it looks."

Before Ian could think twice, Molly leaned forward and took the head of his cock into her mouth while she held him firmly by the root. The inside of her mouth felt so hot and wet while her tongue rolled and swirled around the dome of his aching prick. She was soon sliding her moist lips along his steely shaft, swirling her tongue and pumping her hand along the base, spreading her saliva thoroughly along his throbbing flesh. She took more of his length with every plunge of her mouth, and Ian was soon groaning and gasping for air.

Ian had had three different girls from his school suck his cock in the past, but that was nothing like what Molly was doing to his red hot tool. She was infinitely more experienced, and it was obvious how much she loved what she was doing as she took his fleshy prong into her mouth with long, wet sweeps of her lips and hand.

"Oh, ohhh fuck, Molly," Ian moaned. "Your mouth is so good. God yes, I love the way you suck my cock."

Molly paused in her enthusiastic efforts and looked up at Ian's face. She was flushed, and her lips were looking a little puffy from sucking him. "You probably just had girls your age suck you off before," she said in a husky tone. "A big, hard man like you needs to feel what a real woman can do for a nice, big cock like yours."

Then Molly took his painfully swollen rod back in her mouth, sucking his hot flesh just as wet and eager as before. Ian groaned from the pleasure. It felt so good that his knees nearly gave out. But remembering that his mother wasn't far away, he glanced out toward the patio to make sure she was still dozing.

Rachel was still asleep. The back of her lounge chair was raised to about 45 degrees, and one of her big, luscious tits was almost falling out the top of her bikini. And now her pudgy yet ever so shapely thighs were flung open carelessly. Her son couldn't see any details from where he was standing with his cock in Molly's mouth, but that tight bikini bottom had to be showing a clear impression of her camel toe.

God, how Ian loved it when his mother packed her big, succulent body into something skimpy and sexy. Rachel was so beautiful she almost made Molly look plain by comparison. And now he was practically salivating over the sight of his mother's nearly exposed tits while her friend was diligently sucking his overheated cock.

But then Molly suddenly stopped sucking and looked up at Ian while she held his pulsating rod in her fist.

"Why, you naughty boy," she snickered. "Staring at your half-naked mommy while her best friend is sucking this delicious cock. You really do like big girls, don't you, honey? Even your mommy. Do you wish it was her sucking you off?"

"Umm, no, geez, that's my mom," Ian protested, but he could feel that he was blushing like crazy. But Molly wasn't the least bit put off. She simply snickered deviously and winked at him.

"It's okay, honey," she said, stroking his pole. "It's natural for lots of horny boys to get boners for their sexy moms. You can pretend I'm her as long as you give me that nice, hot cum."

"Ohhh, fuck," Ian groaned. "Molly...you're...so fucking dirty."

Molly snickered again. "You're damn right I am, honey. But you better give Auntie Molly your cum before Mommy wakes up."

The blonde instantly took the boy's dripping rod back in her mouth and started bobbing her head faster than before. Ian couldn't believe how good it felt. He found himself almost wishing that his mother would wake up and see what he was doing to her friend's mouth. The thought of his big, bikini-clad mother seeing his immense cock in action made him throb like crazy.

He started to imagine Ivy was there too, and that his sexy mother and sister were both watching his long, thick man flesh filling Molly's mouth. He imagined how impressed they'd be by his size and stamina, knowing that the man of their house had what it took to make a big girl feel beautiful. Fuck, if only his mother and sister wanted to taste his cock, too. He knew his bountiful family girls would make him cum harder than Molly could. But that was crazy, and Molly was sucking his pulsating stalk like a thirsty porn starlet.

His attention was bouncing back and forth between his mother and Molly, and he was soon gasping and trying to let Molly know he was about to fill her eager mouth with cum. But she seemed to know what his body was going to do even before he did. When he arched his back, his cock exploded, one gush of cum after another into the blonde's mouth; she started sucking and swallowing at the same time.

Ian felt like he was going to keep cumming all afternoon, but it was probably only a few more seconds before his ripe, young organ was completely drained. Molly didn't waste a drop of his cum and even kept sucking him another moment or two after he was spent.

"Mmmm, that was delicious, honey," she said as she got up off the couch. She leaned in and gave Ian a long, deep soul kiss while rubbing her sumptuous tits across his bare chest. "I bet you get hard for that big, curvy sister of yours, too, don't you? Well, anytime those girls at home get you going, you can always come to Auntie Molly for some relief. I do mean anytime, okay, honey? And when there's time, you can have more than just my mouth."

Ian was still dazed and didn't know what to say. He should've felt ashamed that Molly had figured out his secret admiration for his mother and sister, but after the way she just sucked his cock like a pro, it hardly occurred to him to feel embarrassed. He was also still surprised by the way she referred to herself as Auntie Molly, something she hadn't done since he was a kid. But the main reason he was speechless while she put the top of her bikini back on was that he was processing the fact that she'd actually offered to get him off again anytime he wanted. With a woman as hot as Molly, who could suck cock like it was made of sugar, it felt like winning the lottery.

"Before you go home, let's make sure our numbers are on each other's phones," she told him. "Your mom doesn't need to know."

Then she went back outside and got comfortable on her lounge beside Rachel again. By the time Ian followed her out, Molly was jostling his mother's elbow, rousing her from her wine-induced nod.

"Hey there, girl. Want another glass of wine?"

Rachel sat up, surprised to realize she'd drifted off. "I guess I better not. Not if I'm just going to pass out," she laughed at herself. "I think I've had too much as it is."

They didn't spend much more time at Molly's. Rachel felt light-headed and asked Ian to drive her home. She pulled on her beach cover, which wasn't much more than a large T-shirt with a V-neck. It was too short to wear anyplace except the beach or someone's pool, and it was tight across Rachel's full tits and ass. Ian realized Molly caught him checking out his mother in her cover-up. He blushed, but the blonde only smiled at him the same way she did after swallowing his cum.

On the way out, Molly caught Ian for a few seconds while Rachel walked ahead, going around the house to the front where their car was parked.

"Remember what I said, honey. Any time." She took his phone and entered her own number, telling him to text his back to her as soon as he got home.

Rachel was already sitting in the passenger's seat when Ian got to the car. He had his shorts and T shirt back on now, and he couldn't help taking in the view of the way his mother's swimsuit cover left her cleavage and thighs exposed. Her legs looked even thicker as she sat on the car seat. Her son couldn't get over how smooth her skin looked.

"Thanks for driving, sweetie," Rachel said. "I shouldn't have let Molly pour so many glasses."

"I don't mind, Mom. But are you sure you feel okay?"

"Oh, I'll be fine. I just want to get home, take a shower, and freshen up. Then I'll be as good as new."

"As long as you're okay," he said.

Rachel smiled warmly, still tipsy from the wine. "You're such a good boy," she said, putting her hand on his leg just below the hem of his shorts. "You always take such good care of your mom and sis. I guess that makes you a man now. I shouldn't call you a boy anymore."

Ian actually blushed, which made his mother giggle happily. He didn't know what to say, so he just started the car and began driving. Rachel kept her hand on his leg, and his cock started tingling with warmth despite the fact that Molly had just sucked a massive load of spunk out of his balls.

"I love you, Mom, you know that," Ian finally said. "I love you and Ivy more than anything. I'll always take good care of you both."

Rachel squeezed his leg and moved her hand a little bit higher. "I know, honey. And I hope you know how much both your mother and sister love you too. But we're going to lose you someday soon. You'll go off to college and start getting involved with your studies and all those sexy girls on campus."

"No, Mom, that's not going to happen. I'll never abandon you and Ivy. I'll never do what Dad did."

Rachel smiled. "Mmmm, you really are the man of the house now, honey," she sighed, pushing her enormous tits forward until it looked like her beach cover was in danger of ripping open. "But it's alright. That's just the way things are. Young men leave home and move on."

"Mom, I've already decided to go to the local State U campus. That way I can stay with you and Ivy and keep looking after you."

"Aww, my man," she sighed wistfully. "I guess I know better than to argue with you once you've made up your mind. Besides, I can't say I was ever looking forward to you moving out."

"Well, that's something we won't have to worry about."

Rachel affectionately raked her fingers over her son's inner thigh, causing his heated blood to start pumping back into his recently spent cock. She was too tipsy to know what she was doing, and Ian didn't have the will to make her stop. It felt so good, but he hoped she wouldn't discover the erection quickly forming between his legs. If she only weren't his mother, he'd give up trying to be so careful to hide his feelings. She'd think he was some kind of freak. As it was, she probably wouldn't even be rubbing his bare leg if it hadn't been for the wine Molly had plied her with.

Suddenly, Ian's mother erupted into a burst of giggling. He realized she must have more of a buzz going than he thought.

"What's so funny?" he asked, curious.

"I shouldn't tell you this, but...oh, fuck it." That's when Ian knew his mother was more than just tipsy. She never cursed that way normally. "You can never repeat this," she went on, "but your mother and sister, umm, let's just say we really appreciate having such a sexy man around the house."

"Mom!" Ian exclaimed, the car swerving briefly. His mother just giggled longer and harder.

"Oh, don't be so surprised," she snickered. "You must know how we notice you, especially when you wear that tiny speedo to the pool and everyone can see what you've got."

Ian blushed even redder than before, but he felt his cock surge with heat. His mother's hand still being up high on his leg wasn't helping.

"Geez, Mom, I have to wear those for competitions and such."

"Sure, honey, you just keep telling yourself that. Ha! Did you see the way Molly's eyes practically fell out of her head today? I know that slut better than anyone, and I could tell she wanted to jump you."

Rachel was still laughing as Ian pulled into the driveway in front of their house. She took her hand away from his leg, and they got out of the car. He followed his mother into the house with a freshly erected cock bulging through his speedo and shorts. Fortunately, his T-shirt was long enough to keep the evidence from being too obvious.

Ian noticed his mother didn't look too steady on her feet, so he followed her upstairs. She went into her room without bothering to close the door. A couple of minutes later the shower came on in her suite bathroom. The sound was loud enough to let Ian know she hadn't closed the bathroom door. His cock was aching and hard all over again now as he thought of his mother being naked in her shower. It would've been so easy to tiptoe into her room for a quick look, but he didn't dare, even knowing she was a bit drunk.

He went into his own room and stripped off his damp shorts and swimsuit. Stroking his cock with one hand, he got out his phone and put Molly's number on his contact list with the other. He then took a picture of his painfully swollen organ and sent it to his mother's friend, along with a text that said, "Guess who? Now you have my number too."

Almost two minutes later, Ian got a smiley face back from Molly, along with a message that said his cock looked as delicious as it tasted.

Ian stroked his rod excitedly, hardly believing he was sexting with one of his mother's oldest friends barely half an hour after cumming in her mouth. His huge cock felt like a marble column as he stroked his precum up and down his meaty shaft.

After another minute or two went by, his phone dinged with another message. This time she sent a photo of her pussy. It was a quick shot that showed she was still out by her pool, and she was pulling the gusset of her bikini aside to expose her puffy, smoothly waxed pussy. The sight made Ian's rod spew twice as much cum. The text that came with it said, "Can't wait to feel that big thing right here, you horny mama's boy."

Ian made a silent vow to find a chance to fuck their family friend as soon as humanly possible. The way she called him a horny mama's boy only made him want to fuck her even more. Sharing such a dirty little secret with Molly made his pole throb.

He gazed at the picture of Molly's pussy and stroked his cock faster. Less than two more minutes went by when he got another picture from her. This one was a picture of her daughter, Bethany , who had obviously come home and joined her mother sunbathing. She was older than Ian but younger than Ivy by only a couple of months. She was thick like her mother, but in a more athletic kind of way, and she had a big, round pair of tits that easily rivaled her mother's.

Lying on her stomach on a flattened-out lounge chair, Bethany was wearing nothing but a white thong. The rounded mounds of her ass looked mouthwatering, while a copious amount of side-boob was bulging from underneath. She had her eyes closed and obviously didn't know her mother had just taken a picture of her sunbathing topless.

Another text came from Molly less than a minute later. "Bethany needs what you've got as much as her mom. She just doesn't realize how much, lol." A few seconds later, another message followed: "Btw, you have my blessing to fuck her, too. She needs someone who can loosen her up. Just don't tell her about us!"

Ian couldn't believe Molly had offered him not only her own pussy but also her daughter's all in one morning. Bethany was definitely a hot-looking girl. Ian had always thought so. She was blonde, like her mother, with an even prettier face, and she had the plump rolls and curves that got his juices flowing. But she was just enough older than Ian that he never thought she'd be interested, plus the fact that she always seemed aloof and distant, even though she was friends with his sister. Still, she looked hot in the picture her mother had sent, and Ian kept stroking his swollen dick while he swiped back and forth between mother and daughter on his phone.

The intensely horny young man of the house pumped his shaft with vigor and realized that Molly and Bethany sunbathed topless when no one else was around. He wished he could think of a way to get them to do it when he was there with his mother or Ivy. The idea of all four of them sunbathing in front of him with their big tits out in the open nearly made him cum on the spot. He wondered if Molly and Bethany ever sunbathed topless when Molly's husband was home.

Ian had thought about Bethany in a sexual way plenty of times before. She was hot and easy to look at and had those world-class tits and ass. But the girl close to Ian's age that he got hard for the most was his sister. Otherwise, he was every bit as interested in older women. Bethany seemed too full of herself and probably already had a parade of guys interested in her. But the idea of fucking her with her mother not only knowing but also encouraging him turned him on more than he expected. But he really didn't think Bethany liked him that way.

Setting his phone back on camera mode, he lay down on his bed and took a video of himself pounding another fat load of cum out of his imposingly big cock. It felt good, but not as good as cumming in Molly's mouth. Once he caught his breath, he sent the video to Molly's number. A minute later he got back: "Ooohh, that yummy juice should be going in one of Auntie Molly's holes."

Ian couldn't help grinning, but the shower shut off in his mother's bathroom, and his own bedroom door was still wide open. He stashed his phone and rushed across the hall to the bathroom he shared with Ivy. He took a shower, dried off, and then wrapped a towel around his waist to go back to his room. By now he could hear the sound of Rachel's hair dryer. He closed himself into his room and put on a fresh pair of shorts and a T-shirt. By the time he left his room, the sound of Rachel's hairdryerhad stopped. Her bedroom door was still open, so he decided to go in and make sure she was alright.

Rachel was already passed out cold. She was lying on top of her bedcovers in a short robe she often wore after a bath or shower. The sash was tied, but carelessly, and that was the only part where her robe came together all the way. Otherwise, her smooth, mountainous tits were fully exposed. So was her equally smooth pussy. One leg was extending down straight while the other was cocked open to the side. Those big, shapely thighs were parted wide enough to give her son an awe-inspiring view of her slit, and it was one of the most beautiful things her son had ever seen.

He stood just inside his mother's room, gazing at her generously displayed body in awe. He tried to memorize every curve and contour of the body she always complained about but that he thought was absolute perfection. He couldn't believe his cock was already tingling again, but this was a rare and exhilarating glimpse of one of the two most beautiful women he'd ever seen, the other being his sister. He couldn't help feeling a little guilty, either, since he was only seeing her this way because of the wine Molly kept pouring. But that didn't keep him from looking and giving his cock a squeeze through his shorts.

A moment later, Ian could hear his sister come into the house. He slipped quietly out of his mother's room and closed her door before he got caught acting like a complete pervert.

 

Later in the day, Rachel came out from her bedroom looking somewhat revitalized, although her memory of everything that happened at Molly's house and then after was a little hazy. Ian was relieved. Even though he was flattered and excited by what his mother had told him in the car, what was he supposed to ever do with that knowledge? So he tried to make it a normal, average night at home. While Ivy was in her room studying, Ian hung out in the kitchen and helped his mother make dinner.

After her nap and shower, Rachel put on a lightweightsummer dress that flowed around her curves in a way that kept her son's attention as much on her generous body as on their dinner preparation. She wasn't wearing a bra, which was pretty normal for her at home, and she caught her son peeking at her wobbling cleavage several times. She didn't say anything, but Ian saw her blush each time she caught him.

Rachel's dress was also shorter than anything she wore outside her house, and Ian felt his heart skip every time she had to turn or bend over. He couldn't decide if having a big, curvy, hot mother was a blessing or a curse as his cock reached a state of semi-erection while they worked together. At the same time, he had to admit he loved her in a weirdly unexplainable way. She was pretty and sexy in the way he liked the most, but she was also a constant presence in his life. Sure, she'd gotten mad at him over the years when he acted like a clueless dipshit, but he never doubted how much she loved him and devoted her life to him.

The only other female he felt the same kind of affection for was his sister. Being his older sister, Ivy was like a friend but also a guiding influence like his mother, but in her own, more sisterly way. But now that Ian was the man of the house, he could feel all of their roles gradually reversing. And for some reason, it made him feel differently toward his mother and sister than in earlier times.

Ian found himself getting completely distracted while his mother was bending over to check the roast in the oven. Her dress rode up nearly all the way to her wide, round ass, and his cock quickly surged with heat and grew to its full size. There was no way to hide that big a bulge in the shorts he was wearing. He couldn't help thinking of earlier when they were at Molly's while the blonde sucked his aroused cock as he gazed at his bikini-clad mother just outside. He finally mumbled an excuse to leave the kitchen before Rachel turned around and saw the rock-hard bulge tenting his shorts.

"I'll, um, let Ivy know dinner's ready soon," he said, already walking out.

"Tell her about twenty more minutes," his mother called after him.

Ian had no intention of going to his sister's room until he had a chance to take care of his persistent erection. If he didn't want his mother to catch him looking that aroused, he certainly didn't want his sister to see him that way, either. But on his way up the stairs, his organ throbbed as he remembered his fantasy of both his mother and sister seeing him pump his prominent man flesh into Molly's talented mouth. The only way to put his mind straight again was to jack another load out of his overactive balls. Only then could he face his sister and tell her about dinner.

Assuming Ivy was in her room, Ian walked right into the bathroom, not stopping to wonder why the door was closed before going in. He was too horny to let basic details get in the way of the release he needed so badly. What he saw when he opened the door paralyzed him where he stood.

Ivy was already there, naked as the day she was born. She was leaning back against the sink counter with one foot on the floor and the other propped on the nearby toilet seat. She was viciously squeezing an erect nipple with one hand while the other was furiously rubbing her fully shaven pussy. Ian was shocked to see his sister like this while the throbbing hardness in his shorts instantly grew worse. Her large, naked tits wobbled with the quivering motion of her body. Her skin looked so smooth and sensuous with all her curves and rolls forming the classic, if somewhat oversized, shape of a luscious sex doll. Yet her body was so much thicker and stouter than any doll. Her brother was spellbound.

Ian's sister was gasping and moaning as she dug her fingers furiously into her pussy. She was so involved in her self-induced pleasure that she didn't even realize her brother was standing in the doorway. Meanwhile, he was momentarily stunned and couldn't move. There wasn't enough time for him to come to his senses and back out quietly before Ivy felt the movement of air from the open door and realized she was no longer alone. When she saw her brother standing in the door with his jaw hanging open, she shrieked.

"Ian! Don't you ever knock?" She cried, suddenly pulling her hands in front of herself in a vain attempt to cover her tits and pussy. Her face flushed a dark, angry red, and she rushed out of the room past her brother, looking more upset than Ian had ever seen. She ran across the hall into her bedroom and slammed the door behind her.

Ian went into the bathroom and quietly closed the door. He was dying to stroke his raging cock, but he felt bad about how embarrassed his sister had been. He'd never seen her look so upset, and it wasn't long before his cock had retreated to half-mast. He knew Ivy was hiding in her room and most likely didn't want to be disturbed, especially by him, but he couldn't bring himself to leave her that upset. It had always bothered him when something was wrong with his sister, and now he was the cause. He had to make this right.

Ian left the bathroom and knocked softly on his sister's bedroom door.

"Go away," she called from inside.

But Ian couldn't leave his sister this upset. He quietly opened the door and went in. Ivy was lying on her bed, and when her brother came in, she pouted and rolled toward the wall, putting her back to him. She'd thrown on an oversized T-shirt that was still a little tight around her bust and ass, and as she rolled over, she probably didn't realize how much of her enormously beautiful, heart-shaped ass was now revealed to her brother. Ian paused, unable to resist the amazing view, but then he remembered what he was doing in her room.

"I told you to go away," Ivy said weepily, not turning to look at him.

"I, uh, just wanted to apologize," he said. "I really didn't know you were in there. I guess I wasn't thinking."

"I guess not. God, I can't believe you saw me like... like... like that. I'm so embarrassed."

"It's nothing to be embarrassed about, Sis, really."

"That's easy for you to say. You weren't the one, you know, doing that."

Ian went to sit on the edge of Ivy's bed. She didn't turn to face him, but she didn't tell him to go away anymore either.

"It could've been," he told his sister. "I mean... it's not like you're the only one who does stuff like that."

"I know." She sniffled but sounded a little calmer.

"Yeah, you could've walked in on me instead," he suggested.

"Except you always lock the door when you jerk off," she said, almost giggling.

Ian was glad she was calming down, but he wondered how she knew when he was jerking off in the bathroom. And for that matter, how did she know he always locked the door?

"I guess you just forgot. No big deal. It's nothing to be ashamed of."

"Ian," she pined. "You weren't supposed to see that. Nobody's ever even seen me naked before."

Her brother was surprised. Almost shocked. "Seriously?"

"You sound surprised."

"I am. I just thought somebody probably saw you, ummm, naked already."

"Well, they haven't. You're the first one. Are you happy now?"

"I hope this doesn't sound bad, Ivy, but yeah, I kind of am."

"Oh my god, why would you be happy about that?"

"Because I'm sort of glad I got to be the first one, I guess. I don’t know," he told her awkwardly. "I figured someone else would've seen you before. You know, some guy or whatever."

"Well, no one wants to look like a big, fat, naked cow," she retorted, her voice sounding upset again.

"Don't say that, Ivy. You're beautiful. You're curvy and all, but it's not fair to say you're fat. I think you look amazing naked."

She went quiet for a couple of minutes that felt like forever. Meanwhile, Ian was checking out the exposed portion of his sister's glorious ass and the backs of her thick thighs. His cock was already beginning to swell back up to its previous state of hardness.

"Really?" she finally said.

"Ivy, between you and Mom, you're the most beautiful girls I know. You're way prettier than any of the girls I know at school."

"Aww, Ian, you're always so sweet," she cooed, finally rolling onto her back so they could look at each other. "I guess it's okay you saw me naked. But... you weren't supposed to see me fingering," her voice dropped to a whisper at the last part.

Ian gave his sister a smile. "Don't get mad, sis, but that was... well, it was really hot."

Ivy blushed and giggled. "Perv!"

"Maybe I'll try to catch you at it again," Ian said, wiggling his eyebrows comically.

"Oh my god, you freak," his sister laughed, obviously much more relaxed about the whole thing. She sat up and hugged him. "You're a good brother, Ian. Thanks for not making me feel weird or ugly. I wish I could find a guy like you."

"Well, you'll always have me, sis. Besides, now I'm going to be thinking about you naked for weeks."

Ivy giggled and hugged her brother even tighter. "You really are a perv. But... I guess I don't mind if you do."

Ian's cock leaked precum in his briefs. "Hottest sister ever," he said quietly, hugging her so the front of his body was mashing her prominent tits.

"Ohhh, Ian," she sighed. "How come I can never stay mad at you?"

"Because you love me?" he said with a cocky grin.

Ivy broke out in another smile and blushed again, but this time she looked happy. "You know I do, dork. And you love me too."

"Of course I love you. You're my girl," he told her, stroking her pretty face and trying to keep her eyes up to his so she wouldn't notice the impossible bulge in his shorts.

Just then their mother called from downstairs. Dinner was ready, and they had to get up and go. Ian dashed to his room and quickly changed into a T-shirt that did a better job covering the front of his shorts. Between his mother and sister, his cock felt like an iron bar, and he was still hard by the time he got downstairs. Rachel was still wearing her summer dress, and Ivy was still wearing the same T-shirt she threw on after running into her room.

"You two were up there talking an awfully long time," their mother pointed out. "Is everything alright?"

Rachel looked curiously at her son and daughter. Ivy was looking at her brother the way a girl looks at a boy she's in love with. Their mother definitely noticed.

"Yeah, everything's good," Ivy finally replied. "Ian was just helping me with a problem."

The two siblings smiled at each other and blushed. Their mother knew something was up between them. A jealous streak flared up but then died down as she saw the look of true affection between them. Rachel was fully aware of how sensitive and special her daughter was. It was almost like looking at a younger version of herself. She also knew that Ian would always be there for her no matter what. He would be there for both of them.

"You're lucky to have such a good brother," Rachel told her daughter. "Not all sisters are as lucky as you."

"Oh, I know," Ivy replied, her voice practically a purr. "Even my friends say so."

"And such a good son, too," Rachel added, smiling across the table at him.

Ian's cock was still throbbing in his shorts when he felt his sister's bare foot touch his leg under the table. Her toes wiggled playfully against his skin. He gave her a knowing smile and resisted the urge to cum in his shorts right there at the table. If he did, at least neither of them would ever know. His mother and sister were both so sweet and attentive to him, but what would they think if they knew that his love for them was the perverted kind?

He tried to put his mind on Molly, even if he didn't have the same level of feelings for her as for his mother and sister. Still, Molly was hot, and she was willing to give him what he needed. It didn't help that she'd teased him about the way he ogled Rachel and Ivy at her pool, and when she called herself his Auntie Molly, it only made things worse. Luckily for Ian, Molly's needs were just as desperate as his, and he wouldn't have long to wait before she gave him a chance to release.

After a while, Ivy's foot stopped wiggling playfully on his leg, but she kept it there touching him. Ian liked the contact more than he should, but every time he looked over at his sister, she was smiling shyly at him, and he couldn't keep from smiling back at her. He couldn't help reaching under the table with one hand and rubbing his sister's bare foot and leg. Her skin felt so warm and silky it only made his erection feel even bigger and harder. He knew full well that their mother was looking at them both curiously.

Once dinner was over, Ian took the chance to escape to his room. It was Ivy's turn to help her mother clean up the kitchen after dinner, so he had a little time to himself. He was feeling good that he was able to help turn Ivy's mood around, and he couldn't help but love the change in her behavior since he told her how beautiful and sexy he thought she was. But his cock was throbbing for relief, and the two women he wanted most were the ones he could never have. He needed to rub out a huge, creamy load just to clear his mind enough to think his way through his impossible situation.

Lying down on his bed, Ian took his huge rod out of his shorts and started stroking his shaft, releasing a long, relaxing breath. He started thinking about the way Molly had sucked it for him in her house that day. "Auntie Molly," he snickered quietly to himself. Her mouth had felt amazing, but he started thinking about the smooth, wet pussy she also teased him with later on with her text messages. Ian had had a few blow jobs, but Molly's was the best of them so far. Yet he couldn't wait to get his cock into a hot, wet pussy for the first time.

It felt so good to stroke that thick, fleshy shaft and remember the velvety, wet feel of Molly's mouth. The way she kept calling herself his Auntie Molly and taunted him about the way he paid attention to his mother and sister was really chipping away at whatever personal barriers he had from thinking incestuous thoughts. Was Molly seriously suggesting his feelings for Rachel and Ivy were okay? Whether she was or not, those feelings ran deep in him with or without her teasing.

It wasn't long before he remembered watching his mother through the patio doors, and not long after that, he flashed back on walking in on his masturbating sister. It was so wrong to be thinking of his mother and sister now, but his cock was throbbing for them, and it felt bigger and harder than ever. Ian knew he wasn't far away from blowing a nice big load when his phone vibrated with a message. He checked the message but kept his hand moving up and down his rod. However, when he saw Molly's name on his phone screen, he stopped stroking and checked the message.

"Can you get out?" Molly's message said.

"I think so."

"I'm parked 50 yards from your house."

Ian packed his cumbersome cock back in his shorts and jumped off his bed. Molly's timing couldn't have been more perfect, but with his mother and sister still being awake, he had to slip downstairs quietly and out the back door before they knew he was gone.

Molly gave Ian a coy smile when he got into her SUV, which was idling at the curb down the street from his house. She was wearing a short skirt that left her thick legs bare almost to the hip as she sat in her seat and a sheer blouse over a white sports bra.

"Miss me, honey?" she asked as she immediately reached between the teen's legs to find his cock already hard and swollen. "Oh, I guess you did," she giggled. "Well, I missed you, too. I've been thinking about this big, hot thing ever since you left my house today."

"I've been thinking about you, too," he said. It wasn't a lie, but there were two other girls in his life that were much more on his mind. It was just that they could never give him what Molly could.

"I don't have a lot of time, honey, I'm sorry," she said, taking back her hand and pulling the car into the street. "I have to pick up my husband at the airport. He's coming in for one of his famous two and a half days at home before he has to go away again. But I need that big dick so much."