Chapter 1
Leo
"The business isn't doing well," my mother said with a sigh.
I rose from my computer chair, and on my tiptoes, I made my way to the window. Mom lay on the sun lounger with her long legs crossed. Her golden, blonde hair lay spilled over her gorgeous body, and every strand reflected the light of the sun. She had a toned and slim waist and a perfect hourglass figure. My mother was the hottest woman in the neighborhood, and she turned heads like no other.
With high, perfect cheekbones, Mom was equipped with a button nose that looked almost photoshopped. In addition to her perfect facial aesthetics, she was also well-endowed breast-wise. Her boobs sat high and firm on her chest and could be easily mistaken for an artificially enhanced rack, but I knew she abhorred plastic operations and avoided them like the plague. She was a woman who would rather spend a day in nature than in a noisy city, so it was understandable she'd retained her youthful looks.
"Tell me about it," my aunt said with hints of concern. My aunt was also a beautiful woman. She was two years younger than my mother and worked as a sperm specialist. She'd helped my mother out at the fertility clinic, but my aunt also struggled to find men willing to donate their sperm. At thirty-six years old, my aunt, Isabella, was slightly shorter than my mom. She had similar facial aesthetics, yet her eyes were a shade lighter blue, and her hair was auburn. She hadn't grown up yet and was way more playful than her older sister. She would usually call me little brother, and she also loved to ask me what me and my girls were up to.
"Seems like men are losing interest in sex these days," Mom said.
When I was ten years old, my father tragically died in a car accident. Strangely enough, my mother had been single ever since. Mom knew what she was talking about when she said men are losing interest in sex.
"Not your son," my aunt said and waggled her eyebrows.
"Let's avoid mixing my son with sexual topics," my mother said, frowning.
I wasn't sure if they knew I was home. I told Mom last night that I would see my girlfriend, but we broke up the other day.
Before my attention shifted to them, I was in the process of editing some videos. I ran a successful fitness channel on YouTube and sold merch on the side. My mother was proud of me, and she had given me many business tips that helped my entrepreneurial journey. In addition to that, I'd also inherited her looks, which I knew was important when advertising my brand and channel. With money and looks combined, it wasn't hard for me to find a woman, yet every relationship had left me unsatisfied. Having grown up with a gorgeous, young mother, I kept looking at Mom instead. I wasn't proud to admit it, and I sometimes even tried to suppress it or pretend I didn't think that way, but I certainly did.
My mother had gotten pregnant when she was barely legal. She was currently thirty-eight but didn't look a day over thirty. It wasn't only because of my business dreams that I didn't want to pursue college, but in High School, I'd felt extremely uncomfortable when my peers talked about my mother. One of my exes had even spread a vicious rumor that I'd been intimate with Mom as retaliation when I broke up. My mother had reassured me that college was unnecessary if you wanted to make money, and she'd been understanding and there for me when I wanted to go all in for this fitness business.
My mother starred in my first wet dream, and even if I woke up feeling disgusted, I still couldn't stop craving her.
When seeing her lay there and bathing in the sunlight, I popped wood, and my cock bonked against the window sill. I did something I hadn't done before, reaching for my shaft and touching myself while gawking at Mom.
"But," my aunt started playfully. "You don't think he could help? I mean he's very sexually active."
"First of all, he already got girls lined up for him, vying for his attention. Secondly, I don't think it's a good idea to mix family and business."
"It sounds like you're just making excuses."
"Issy, stop," Mom said. I suspected she knew where Isabella's naughty mind was going. This wasn't the first time Isabella had suggested something similar.
"How can I stop?" Isabella asked. "You know how good-looking he is."
"I know he's a young gun, but, first of all, we're related and even talking about this makes me slightly sick, and second, we're a lot older."
"Nice... you just admitted on your second point that the door remains open," she said and burst out giggling.
Mom sat up on the sun lounger, pushed her shades up to the top of her head and gave her a look, but that look was questionable since a blush spread on her cheeks. "No--I did not."
"Why are you reacting like that?"
"Which sane mother wouldn't?" she asked and shot her sister weak daggers. I started to think that Isabella might have been right after all. "This was about my failing fertility clinic, not my son."
"I'm sorry you made him so attractive that I can't get him out of my head," Isabella said with an eye roll. "What about Leia? How's she doing?"
"She's at the equestrian camp and hanging out with her friends and horses," Mom said, proud of her daughter. Leia was a year and a half younger than me and just turned eighteen. She had inherited a mix of our dad's and mom's looks, making her as pretty as a rose. She still hadn't found a boy yet, and strangely enough, I still believed she was a virgin despite how attractive and demure she looked. I hated to admit it, but I had fantasized about her too. We spoke to each other now and then, but because of my busy life, we didn't spend that much time together, even if I wished we did.
"She hasn't found a boy yet?" Isabella asked with an arched eyebrow.
"Give her time. She will eventually," Mom said with a smile.
"Weird," Isabella said. "She's really pretty. The boys were all over you when you started blooming."
A smile curved on Mom's lips. "Well... our generation was a bit different. Men these days don't seem interested in dating at all, unfortunately."
"Except for your son," Isabella reminded her with another wink, making Mom just roll her eyes. "I think you're getting sunburned by the way."
"Do you think so?" Mom asked and ran her hand over her toned waist.
"Uh-huh," Isabella said and picked up the sunscreen bottle next to her. "Do you want a helping hand?"
"Sure," Mom said and reached behind her back. My eyes widened. Was she going to take it off?
"Let me," Isabella said. She moved closer to her older sister and unhooked the hooks. As soon as the bra hit the tiles, my cock hardened to concrete. Mom flashed her tits to me which I hadn't seen since I'd sucked on them. They were gorgeous. Two perfect orbs capped with beautiful areolas and puffy, suckable nipples that made me wish I had a time machine. I questioned so many things. I had even dated girls my age who weren't endowed with a rack like that.
"Christ," I mouthed. I reached down to my shaft, curling my fingers around my cock.
"Your bottom," Isabella said and tugged at Mom's bikini bottom.
"Now you're pushing it," Mom said. "Just take my upper body, legs and back."
"Will you do me?" Isabella asked.
"Of course," Mom said with a smile.
Isabella turned around. "Free my titties."
"You speak like a teen sometimes," Mom said with a chuckle and easily unhooked her sister's bra. It fell onto the sun lounger, and Mom tossed it behind her. My aunt's breasts were slightly smaller but the perfect teardrops. They sat next to each other and compared their boobs by lifting them from below and caressing them.
"Do you remember when we were flowering and we used to compare each other's breasts?" Isabella asked with hints of nostalgia in her voice.
"Of course, I do," Mom said.
"And how we touched them to see how they felt?"
"I thought we were supposed to smear sunscreen on each other," Mom said and arched an eyebrow.
"You know I'm jealous of your boobs," Isabella said, and her eyes swept over them.
"Issy, yours are beautiful too."
"They might be pretty, but yours are bigger and attract more attention than mine."
"That attention isn't useful," Mom said. "It seems like most men just want to watch porn these days."
"Except for your son," Isabella said and couldn't resist, making my mother frown. I saw a lighthearted glow in Mom's eyes behind that frown though. "Can I just touch them for a little before we start?"
"Alright," Mom yielded.
I was baffled. I knew Mom and Aunt were close, but not that close. I quickly unzipped the zipper and pulled down my shorts. They fell to my ankles and I hurriedly pulled down my underwear too. I briefly glanced at my erect cock. I was well-endowed. At eight inches long and six and a half inches girth, I found it difficult to find a decent condom size at times. It wasn't just my cock that was abnormal but also my testicles. I'd noticed it for the first time when watching porn. My balls were slightly pink and also the size of two tennis balls instead of two walnuts. Even if I was only nineteen, I'd penetrated many virgins. They first complained about the size before yielding to my authority, begging me not to stop till the condom was filled.
With a grin, my horny aunt reached for Mom's Breasts. She cupped them and squeezed them. They looked incredibly soft, like two warm doughs. Aunt's grin widened, and it spread to Mom too. "Are you feeling nostalgic?" Isabella asked.
"Maybe a little," Mom admitted.
Isabella flicked Mom's nipples side to side. "Yours are definitely a lot bigger than mine. I love the round shape... You're aroused too."
