Hello! I finally found some time (And to not play Red Dead 2 for a couple of hours.) to write this story I had in mind for a long time. It's another standalone mother/son story, well... Two mothers in this case!
Oh yeah, the intro is from a first person perspective, the rest is in third person. Enjoy!
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I was seated at the opposite side of our kitchen counter, not allowed to enter the rest of the kitchen, or to come near the vicinity were the two most important women in my life were busy with preparing our dinner.
And truth be told, I was glad to watch their every move from that opposite site. Just seeing them smile and literally dance around each other while being busy with whatever task they were doing.
I looked at my forty-two-year-old Mom, the short but stacked redhead goddess, as she chopped vegetables with incredible speed. Seeing her voluptuous body clinging against that short but total motherly summer dress. How her long, red manes of hair twirl around her face as she dances bare-footed across the kitchen tiles. How with every turn of her body those sparkling green eyes, hidden behind her glasses, met mine. How her light-freckled face turns into a bright smile as she gives me a wink before her butt bumps against that of her wife.
My thirty-nine-years-old Mama let's out a giggle when Mom softly collides with her. She then playfully pushes Mom back towards the cutting board before returning to her own duty. Her shoulder length, dark purple and red streaked hair twirls just as gracious as Mom's before it comes to a standstill. With an incredible flip she tosses two burgers upside down at the same time into the large frying pan, but my eyes are glued to her busty chest as it slightly bounces in that short tank top of her. My face quickly turns up until I meet her equally shiny bright blue eyes as she stares into mine, Mama gives me a cute smirk and claws one hand, decorated with those shiny black polished nails, as if she is imitating a tiger. "Rawr" She forms with her mouth before blowing me a kiss.
I smile at her and can feel that a small blush forms on my face as I carefully scan the rest of her well formed body. That arm filled with a sleeve of tattoos that resemble Mama's most precious moments in her life, her cute pierced belly button that's just visible above her Daisy Dukes covered wide hips and fit ass. My eyes feast upon her before they turn back to my Mom, starting the whole process all over again.
I can feel it in my twenty-year-old bones, my body just reacts to their presence like this. It longs for them and I wished I could do more to them... With them. But I can't, because I'm their son, and sons shouldn't have these kind of feelings for their parents, which in my case are both my mothers. But truly told... I'm in love with them, and I just wished that there was a way to let them know...
*****
Sarah Galliger gave birth to me, Jack Galliger, just a few weeks after her twenty second birthday. My mother was overjoyed, happy and relieved when I came healthy into this world, along with the support of her parents which were by her side during the relatively easy birthing process.
My father on the other hand was a coward. Running away from his duties after being man enough to impregnate my mother but not being man enough to accept the consequences of his actions. True, they both knew what would be possible when having unprotected intercourse with each other, but my Mom was the only one that didn't run away. To her it was the most important day of her life, the love she has for me is still strong to this very day and I know that it will never disappear.
That whole period was also the second most important moment of her life because she met Mama, Heather Sullivan, who was her midwife. They always told me that it was an instant match between them, a certain spark for each other just flowed around them when they came into contact with each other for the first time. She never knew she would so easily fall for the same sex as her, it was then that Mom knew she was bisexual. Mama on the other hand had always been a lesbian. It didn't take long before the two of them became a couple and gotten married, a married couple together with a small, baby boy... A married couple of mothers.
And so since the very beginning my life resolved around these two women, my two mothers who showered me with love and care. Who learned me everything about life. Who made sure that the three of us would be a close and loving family.
Mom and Mama couldn't believe how well the two of them matched in the beginning. Mom has always been a kind, down-to-earth and shy girl while Mama is the total opposite of that, same goes for their style of fashion and appearances. They often joke that the song 'Opposites Attract' is pretty much the theme of their lives.
My childhood hasn't been that much different than other children with a 'normal' family. Of course having two mothers often got me the occasional teases and jokes swung towards my head throughout my different school periods, even at the university where I study today it still remains that way.
But most of my close friends, school mates and family know how much fun and loving my two mothers are. Mom pretty much allows everything, as long it's all in good fun without doing something against the rules, and Mama is like a child at heart. I recall one time when Mama took me and a couple of friends to play outdoor airsoft, you should have seen their faces when she strapped herself into combat gear and took a stance with us on the field. From that day she was given the nickname 'Miss Badass' by my friends.
And so I live my life day to day together in the presence of these two incredible and beautiful females that somehow managed to find a way deep into my heart, further than that of parent and child. I can feel my love for them growing more each and every day, and even how wrong that should be, I can't stop it and I don't want to stop it. I know that I will need to cut the rope someday and tell them exactly how I feel, but I'm afraid, so afraid that it will destroy everything that we have...
But maybe... Just maybe, there is a slight chance that they will understand me... And I truly hope that that chance is there...
*****
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I wonder if our boy has the courage to spy on his mothers this night as well...
" Thinks Heather to herself as she slithers her tongue over the soaked crevice of her lover, her eyes occasionally glancing over towards the slightly opened door to their bedroom. The door she had left open a smidgen on purpose.
Sarah emitted shrieks of pleasure as she was totally oblivious to the thoughts of her wife and the fact that their door is slightly opened. "Oh baby! Baby I love it when you lick my cunny like that!" She says through her moans as her hands ravage through the hair of Heather, pushing her head harder against her wet pussy.
Heather expertly licks all around her sticky labia and makes sure to lap up every splatter of nectar that her wife produces, her hands knead Sarah's inner thighs while her nails gently grasp onto her soft silken skin. She can feel that her own pussy is dripping, not only by the fact that she is eating out her deliciously tasting wife but also that there is a possibility that her son is once again jerking off to both of them.
