When I was merely 12 years old, by parents went through a bitter divorce. My Dad ended up moving to a different country and eventually passed away. My Dad must have been the worst person ever since my Mom Sarah was sworn off men at that point. She would frequent bars for a few years and about the time I turned 16, she brought home Beth.
Beth was a dyke. Five foot eight, short black hair and stocky. She did have one thing going for her though. Beth had a chest to die for, 44FF. Every once in a while when she and Mom would go out, she would wear a bra, but other than that, she didn't like to wear bras. Instead, she would let her tits hang under her thick flannel shirts or have a smaller shirt tied in the front under her Carhart industrial shirts.
I would think day in and day out about Beth. Sure she had absolutely no interest in men what-so-ever, but checking her out was a major highlight of my days.
Once I was in my junior year of high school, our state legalized gay marriage. My Mom and Beth were one of the first couples to get their license and then get married shortly after.
After their union, things got a little weird. I got to be very awkward at school being the only student that had two married moms. Beth began getting very close to me though, when Mom was at work, we would go shopping for clothes for me, but it was still weird. I would also catch myself staring at her sometimes, which made me feel worse about my wants.
I would get teased at school and forget getting any dates. Who wanted to go out with the guy who had two moms?
Graduation day came, I had my 18th birthday about 3 months earlier and was still a virgin. I didn't have a job, still was at home, never got anywhere with women and was stuck watching my moms together all the time.
Then one day it happened. I was in the backyard trimming the hedges, as was one of my unemployed duties at home, when Beth came out on the deck.
"Chris?" she called out.
"Yea Mom?"
"Your mother and I need to have a talk with you"
"What's up?
"Come inside Chris, would you please?"
I put down the hedge trimmers and dusted myself off and walked into the living room. My Mom was sitting on the couch with a half-glass of Merlot.
"Mom? What's wrong?"
"Have a seat, Chris" said Beth.
"Mom? What's wrong with Mom?"
Beth looked at me and sighed, "Chris, we have been talking."
"About what?" I asked confused.
