**Chapter 6**
I was what you’d call a very understanding son. Before I even met the guy my mom was dating, I ran a full background check on him.
It wasn’t anything new. Plenty of men had approached my mom over the years, and every single one of them had nothing but shady intentions. Being the good son I was, I dealt with them. Let’s just say where my grandmother had her butler to do her dirty work, I had a few people of my own.
This guy, though, was different. Everything started the same way, but when I dug deep—legal and otherwise—he came back as the squeaky-clean accountant he appeared to be.
Boring, but clean.
It was strange for someone like my mom—a total princess—to end up with an ordinary accountant, basically a commoner in our world. But he seemed like a genuinely nice guy. I even met him once in public without him knowing who I was, and he came across as friendly and decent.
Being the understanding son I was, I didn’t want to disappoint my mom. She deserved happiness, and if this straightforward guy could give her that, I was all for it.
His story was pretty sad, though. He married a bitch who kept him happy for a few years, gave him three daughters, then ran off with her yoga instructor after cleaning out most of his money. She left the three innocent girls behind with him.
Still, he was a good man. He pulled himself together after the divorce. Smartly, he didn’t date again until his oldest daughter turned twenty.
His second daughter was about six months older than me, and his youngest was seventeen this year, eleven months younger than I was.
I hadn’t met the daughters yet, but if they were even half as decent as their dad, I figured we’d get along fine.
“Is there anything you like to do, Tyler?” Mason asked. I had already told him to speak comfortably with me after he offered the same.
“I help out at my school doctor’s office,” I replied.
“You’re not in any physical clubs? You look more like an athlete to me,” he said, surprised.
“Not just to you. The club instructors at my school are always trying to recruit me,” I told him.
“And what are your aspirations?” he asked.
“I want to become a doctor,” I answered straightforwardly.
“Any specialty?”
“Cardiac mainly, but if another field catches my interest, I’ll consider it,” I said.
“That’s very detailed for someone your age. It’s impressive that a young man like you has planned things out so thoroughly,” he said, clearly genuine.
“Do you drink?” I asked suddenly.
“Ahem!” My mom coughed, signaling me to knock it off.
I just shrugged at her with a smile and looked back at Mason. “It’s not that I hate drinking. Occasional wine or beer is fine, but I’m not a fan of heavy or everyday drinking.”
“Ah, well, that’s impressive too,” he replied, a little awkward. “I’m not a heavy drinker, but I do have a beer after dinner.”
“Regularly?” I asked.
“Yeah.”
“Would you be willing to change that habit if you get together with my mom?” I asked before my mom could shut me down.
“I probably wouldn’t be able to,” he answered honestly.
“Honest. I like that,” I said, even as my mom dug her heel into my expensive shoe.
He smiled. “I understand, but with a job like mine and no one to really talk to, it’s my only way to unwind.”
I could kind of see his point. I’d never been in that kind of stressful situation, and I always had my mom to talk to.
“Aren’t you close with your daughters?” I asked anyway.
“That’s personal, Tyler,” Mom said sternly from the side.
I was ready to drop it, but Mason answered, “Actually, even though we’re close, Madeline’s busy with college, and Blaire and Riley have school. I don’t get to spend as much time with them as I used to.”
“I totally get it,” I replied.
The lunch continued with him sharing more about himself and asking about me. By the time dessert arrived and the meal was winding down, I finally asked the question I’d been holding back.
“So, what do you guys have planned for the future?” I asked.
They both exchanged an awkward glance, clearly hesitant.
“Actually, Tyler,” my mom finally spoke, “we have decided…”
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…to go on a vacation together.
Mom and Mason were heading to Hawaii. Mason’s family lived there, so he was taking her to meet them. It was also a romantic trip, which meant I couldn’t tag along, and neither could his daughters.
No, they weren’t coming to stay with me. They’d be staying with their aunt—Mason’s sister—during the vacation.
As for me?
Even though I was eighteen and a fully responsible adult, my dear mother wasn’t comfortable leaving me home alone.
So, “You’re staying with your aunt this summer. I talked to her a few days ago, and she’s thrilled to have you,” Mom told me.
“A few days ago” meant this plan had been set for a while, and my fate was already sealed. Being the good and understanding son I was, I didn’t make a fuss. I boarded the plane the next day without complaint.
Honestly, I didn’t mind. I hadn’t seen Aunt Elise or my cousins in three years. With all the growth spurts, they must have changed a lot.
Sara had been a really good friend the last time we hung out. We lost touch because of school and activities, but I still missed her. We chatted from time to time, but it wasn’t the same as being in the same vicinity as her.
I couldn’t say the same for Mira. Even back then, we were more like distant cousins, and given how shy she was, I doubted much had changed.
Last but not least was Sasha, the youngest and the baby of the family.
I missed all of them, so I went along with my mom’s plan and flew out the next day to Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania.
It was almost a five-hour flight, and I had to take the family jet. It felt like a waste of money—a regular ticket would’ve been fine—but my grandmother insisted, and her “insistence” usually came with threats.
The plane landed in a private hangar where a car was waiting. But it wasn’t one of our family’s cars.
It was my aunt’s.
She had come to pick me up herself. And she wasn’t alone. Three girls stood beside her.
Even the pilot who stepped out with me couldn’t help staring. So it made sense that I was completely captivated also.
My aunt stood at 6’1” without heels, tall and graceful in a simple one-piece sundress with a long skirt and modest cleavage. She had rosy skin, deep blue eyes, and golden blonde hair with matching eyebrows that showed it was natural.
Her chest, though… that was something else. At least double-E, maybe even F. The biggest natural breasts I’d ever seen, even in porn. I’d heard enough to know there wasn’t any plastic involved.
Her husband had seriously hit the jackpot.
My dick twitched hard in my pants. It took real effort to keep my composure as I walked toward them. I slowed my pace, trying to calm my racing heart and growing erection, but it was useless.
Both of my heads were flooded with images of burying my face in that incredible valley of breasts and filling my aunt completely.
When I reached her, she pulled me into a tight hug.
“Tyler!!!” she yelled, pressing her massive chest firmly against me.
I quickly arched my hips back so she wouldn’t feel the raging boner I now had no chance of hiding.
One thing was certain: this was going to be a very long summer.
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