"Sure, no problem, mom" You shrugged. This situation was far from uncommon, virtually every time your family went to the beach or to a water park either your dad or you would end up on "Sunscreen duty".

It still embarrassed you that both your mom and sis preferred you over your dad though but he stepped in at least half the time. On the other hand, when it came to rubbing sunscreen on you, it was only your mom who'd always do it. Your dad once told you that he long theorized that massages and the sense of touch were most likely your mom's primary love language and it made a surprising amount of sense, she was always hugging you, caressing your hair or sitting on your lap when she wasn't being held up by work or errands. You then remembered a conversation you had many years ago when you were still a kid...

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"Hey Ariadne. Do you think our parents have favorites?" You asked her while the two of you were hanging out in the living room with nothing interesting going on the tv.

"Hmm? Where does that come from?" She asked with an amused smile and a curious look, though she was sincerely surprised that such a question would come up from you of all people.

"I mean, I hear people always talking about that. Jim feels like he's the non favorite but well, that situation's trickier since he technically has both a stepmother and a half-sister. I've heard Jordana say Lillian is the favorite too" You replied.

"Hmm, to be fair those cases seem kinda true, but as for our parents, hmm... I'm not so sure. What, you suddenly feel unloved?" Ariadne tapped her chin in thought as she turned the tv off to focus more easily on her thoughts but after that little joke she wrapped one of her hands around your neck and sort of gave you noogies though with nowhere near enough force for it to hurt.
"I think the answer is yes and no" She then said after a couple of minutes.

"How come?" You asked as she let go of you, trying to undo some of the mess she did with your hair.

"I don't think they play favorites in the same way a lot of parents do, where they really like one of the children better and outright dislike or neglect the others" She explained.
"But at the same time, they're only human, I think it's impossible not to have favorites, there is always something or someone you'll like better than anything else. But that doesn't mean they don't like or love the others"

"That's a pretty good point" You replied. With your parents it definitely didn't seem like either you or Ariadne was being ignored in favor of the other, but then again, your mom seemed to be particularly fond of you, which maybe you would've noticed consciously before if it weren't for the fact that you got similar treatment from Ariadne herself as well as most other women in your family or close to it. Sheila's and Dolores' teasing comments were the first thing that made you aware that your mom might consider you her favorite.

"I think I just figured out where this is coming from" Ariadne said as she was staring intently into your eyes, startling you out of your thoughts and giggling at your reaction.
"Look, I dunno if I can say mom is playing favorites on purpose but if there is one thing that is 100% for certain in this life is that she loves you. I mean like she really, really loves you, I'd dare to say that even more than most moms, usually"

"Huh?!" You raised an eyebrow, finding her wording rather contradictory.

"Bro, you're literally her dream come true and in the flesh. She's told us! Ever since she was a little girl, it was always her dream to have a baby boy. I know you're no baby anymore but in her eyes you probably will be forever" Ariadne giggled and playfully ruffled your hair with her hand.
"I remember when she got pregnant, she was so happy. And she refused to have the surprise spoiled yet she was convinced that you'd be a boy" She smiled "The first craving you ever gave her was pizza... she ate so much"

You couldn't help but laugh a little while your face got a little reddish from embarrassment.

"I don't even hold it against her, you are the realization of her biggest dream and for that, I'd say she loves you to a level that maybe we can't even fully understand but I do get it" Ariadne added and those words echoed in your mind. Finally, you understood at the very least the gist of it and you promised to yourself that you'd have to keep making your mom happy and to try to never disappoint her, or to avoid doing that as much as you could.

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'I guess I can't really complain' You thought with a slight smirk. Now that you were older and had known some more people, you got a better grasp of how good you had it. Nevertheless, you still lowkey wished that she weren't as quirky and playful sometimes.

Just as you'd done with Dolores before, you grabbed the sunscreen bottle and poured a generous amount onto the palm of one of your hands and then you began rubbing it on your mom's upper back and shoulders. Somehow, you did this even more delicately than with Dolores since your mom was nowhere near as large, though she was neither short nor was she lacking in 'meatiness' so to speak.

"How lucky, she gets free massages whenever" Sheila jokingly huffed.

"Well, Miri's said it before, it's her Mama's privilege. The boy's hers after all" Zuleima said.

"Yeah but she was the only one... I do wonder what things would be like if either of my girls had been a boy instead" Sheila then said.

"Given how those two are, I don't think the world would've been prepared for a boy with your genetics" Zuleima giggled.

"Hey, what's that supposed to mean?!" Sheila raised an eyebrow. Zuleima, however, refused to give an answer and simply shrugged, leaving her to figure it for herself.

Meanwhile, you diligently massaged your mom's back and made sure that her skin absorbed as much sunscreen as it could. She sighed several times in pleasure and reminded you how much she loved you while also praising your skill, even going as far as saying that you really had gotten better at this than your dad, who taught you in the first place.

Once you finished applying sunscreen on her back and up to her waist level, you stopped by reflex. You knew she'd ask you for continue but for some reason, you needed to hear that confirmation because you otherwise were too embarrassed to touch her admittedly large behind.

"What's wrong, hon?" She said, noticing that you stopped but at the same time she couldn't help but smirk, knowing why.
"I know that Mama's got some buns but I don't think I need to get them baked that much!" She laughed and shook her hips a little, sending her plump buttcheeks into a jiggling frenzy. Your eyes widened, you had almost forgotten that she nearly matched Lillian in terms of how squishy and gelatinous that big butt could be.
"Come on, honey. What are you afraid of?"

"N-Nothing" You gulped before responding, shuddering as you tried to focus on anything else other than how your mom's large ass shook.

"When you were little you weren't nearly as afraid of them, I kinda miss those days" Miriam said "Remember all those times you tried to hug me?"

Your eyes widened at those words. Yes, yes you did remember those days. In your defense, you were completely oblivious back then though some might argue things haven't changed a lot in all those years. But in any case, what happened was that you were more spontaneous and affectionate before and as a result, you often hugged your mom but most of those times happened to be from behind, and with your height back then that meant that your face was perfectly at her butt's level so either you inadvertently ended up rubbing it against her cheeks or even got your face wedged between them. And with your mom's peculiar habits, more than half of the times it resulted in you getting farted on but even if she wasn't feeling gassy, she'd still let you hold the hug for as long as you were willing to.

Also, the hugs weren't exclusive to your mom either, but with the other ladies you learned much more quickly to steer clear of, with Dolores' humongous ass being more than perfectly capable of swallowing half of your entire body back then. Sheila's was also a lot bigger than your mom and nearly every single time it got you blasted at point blank with her immense farts.

You shook your head, trying to literally shake those memories off and forced yourself to press on, applying more sunscreen on your hand before beginning to rub it into the abundant flesh on her backside. Your hands felt all tingly and warmer than they should as they sank a little into your mom's doughy cheeks. It was strange to explain, Dolores' were much bigger and fatter so they felt even more gelatinous to the touch, your mom's had a tiny hint of firmness to them that ironically meant that her flesh would jiggle and ripple for longer, as the mixture of muscle and fat would try to return to its position but the fatty part of it would keep the whole thing jiggling.

You couldn't help but notice that her red bikini bottoms, already designed as a thong, was already digging way deep into her crack since it was likely a size or two too small. You wondered if Lillian picked this habit up from her but then again Sheila also was pretty fond of wearing stuff that did not fit her, all to show off her outrageous curves all the more. Still, something compelled you to try and fix her apparent wedgie, figuring that it'd be annoying her even if she said nothing.

"Oh!" Your mom cutely gasped when she felt two of your fingers reaching into her crack to pull the back of her bikini bottom out. There was simply no way for anything entering that space not to be felt. Getting massively embarrassed, you quickly picked her wedgie out and pretended nothing happened, focusing back on rubbing sunscreen on her cheeks.
"Thank you sweetie" She cooed and took a deep breath, absolutely enjoying the sensation of your hands kneading and massaging her plump glutes.

What happens next?