My 18th birthday opened the door to more things than I ever expected. My name is Gunnar, and I grew up on a small farm just outside the southern suburbs of the sprawling Salt Lake City metropolis. My parents were Mormon, not devoutly, but true in one respect: my father Daniel Dulane believed in having more than one wife, in our case two. Although illegal technically, several of our neighbors had households with two or even three mothers. Following another Mormon tradition, my dad kept both women pregnant and popping out babies. I was the youngest of nine children (five with my biological mother and four with my 'other' mother). Despite what the media might portray, ours was actually a nice household to grow up in. Other than a half-brother with my second mom, all my siblings were girls, and they quickly shared, and later took over, all household duties until they married to go and multiply.
My dad went out of his way to raise my half-brother and I like 'guys.' We went hunting and fishing, and camped out, always with one of our sisters, in rotation, to clean the fish, cook and generally take care of us. Despite being a great dad, though, I have to admit he seemed to be a pretty lousy husband. He treated both his wives like dirt, talked down to them and let his dick follow his wandering eyes. Two attractive women, apparently, were not enough for him.
He had his own business, fabricating trailers in two shed-like buildings on the small farm, and, being a dealer, bought and sold used trailers for the farms and businesses in the area. An outgoing salesman-type, he seemed to know everyone, especially the wives and daughters, if you get my drift.
As the youngest, I was the beneficiary of both mothers' attention. Being good Mormons, they pretty much took my dad's philandering and disrespect in their stride. Not that they were happy about it, but he made good money, gave them everything they wanted, and left them alone to do as they pleased, so they seemed to have made peace with their lot.
Being around so many girls and women, I grew up seeing naked female flesh a lot, but I never got jaded. If anything, seeing so much nudity did the opposite: it made me constantly horny. In my junior year in high school, I was the only kid left at home, so it was just my two moms and I, the teen horndog.
My biological mom, Briney, was, shall we say, stout. Not fat, but more like a Lane Bryant model. Dark brown hair to her shoulders, brown eyes, enormous breasts, lovely huge ass and a surprisingly narrow middle. Olivia, my second mom, was a more slender average, with B-cup boobs, long slim legs and dirty-blond hair, with green eyes. Both were affectionate and easy-going. They got along well, in fact I'd say they were each other's best friends. None of the jealousy you read about elsewhere. Despite my dad working on the property, he never showed his face around the house during the day. He left after breakfast and only returned for dinner. In fact, he missed a lot of dinners as his business expanded. His stated reason was dinner with clients, but both moms scoffed at that. "Since when does a horny waitress buy trailers?" Olivia snorted on more than one occasion.
As you would expect, a hormone-driven teen alone in the home with two affectionate and reasonably attractive women was an accident waiting to happen. I, for one, was desperately hoping for such an accident.
It happened the Saturday after my 18th birthday. Mom O, as I called my second mom, was in town for the week's shopping. They took turns. My bio mother was still dressed in her breakfast garb, a loose-fitting robe and nothing more. As she bent over the sink to rinse the dishes before putting them in the dishwasher, I approached her from behind and hugged her waist. My cock, which was at half-mast just from being so close to such a sexy woman, pressed against her generous ass. "Hey, sexy," I said.
She lifted her upper body, which pushed her more into my hardening cock. I kissed her neck and shoulder. "You smell lovely, just like my favorite woman in the whole wide world," I whispered.
"Gunnar, what are you doing?"
"Feasting my senses," I replied. "I love looking at the most beautiful woman in Utah. You feel divine, you smell heavenly, you taste like a real woman, and I love hearing your voice--you're a feast for all my senses."
My lips trailed up her neck and I softly nibbled an earlobe.
"Oh, Gunnar, we shouldn't..." Her ass pressing back into my cock for the first time ever belied her hesitant whisper.
My hands grasped her massive boobs and gently squeezed. Through the thin robe they felt soft, squishy and, for lack of a better word, motherly.
My cock was now at full strength and twitching into her ass crack.
A moan escaped her mouth as I squeezed both nipples. "No, son, we shouldn't--"
"I've wanted you for so long, mother. You are so beautiful and sexy." I pressed my cock into her again, and she returned the pressure with another moan.
"Turn around and kiss me," I whispered.
Since I learned of the concept of submissive in the porn I'd read, I'd come to the conclusion that my mom clearly was a sub, especially the way she reacted to my dad's borderline cruel treatment of her.
"Turn around and kiss me," I repeated as close as I could get to dominant, yet loving.
"No, Gunnar," she softly moaned while she turned and held her mouth, lips parted.
Firmly but gently I lowered my lips to hers and slid my tongue in. With another moan, she welcomed it and slid her tongue into my mouth and pressed her lower body into my steel bar. I squeezed her big ass cheeks in different places while our tongues dueled through her increasing moans. My hands slid to the bottom of her hem and lifted her robe, giving me access to her naked soft ass, which had begun humping me.
My mouth slid up her jawline to her ear, where I whispered, "You are so sexy and today you're going to fuck me."
Her only reaction was a louder moan and her lower body pressing again into my erection. I kept whispering, "I'm going to suck those delicious nipples of yours while my cock slides into your wet pussy."
Never had any words like that ever been used in our house. Instead of outrage, however, she grabbed my head and forced my mouth back to hers.
I moved one hand from her naked ass to between us and cupped her hairy pussy. Her movements intensified and, breaking our kiss, she said in a loud voice, "Your room. Take me to your room."
"Yes," I said. "I want to eat your tempting wet treasure first."
She took my hand and led the way. Climbing the stairs, her big ass made me drool as it swayed.
We both disrobed and she took my hard cock in her hands. "What a lovely cock, my sexy son," she warbled.
"The better to fuck you with, mommy," I said with a laugh. "Get on the bed and open your legs."
She lay back with her head against the headboard, bent her knees and spread her legs as wide as she could. Her juices matted her pubic hair to her body. Biting her lower lip, she spread her labia to give me access.
I leaned in and licked her perineum, before sliding my tongue into her opening. "Uuuuugh," she moaned and pulled my head into her womanhood. "Yes, like that. Lick your momma. It's been soooo long. There, be a good boy now. Hmmm..."
My tongue slid up further until I could feel her clit. With a squeal, Mom began humping me, and holding my head tightly to her pussy, which was by now leaking seriously. With each hump, she gave an "ugh, ugh, ugh" grunt. I looked up and saw her looking at me. "Eat me, sweet baby, eat your momma. She likes it. Make her cum, my baby, make me cum."
I stuck two fingers into her sloppy wet pussy, and the moment they touched her G-spot, she convulsed several times, clamped my head between her fleshy thighs, and came like a freight train. After a minute or two, she pushed my head away with a satisfied smile. "Too sensitive now, darling. Now it's time for my big boy to fuck his momma with his big cock. Come on, put it in me and show me what you got." She held out her arms and smiled at me with lust in her eyes.
I shifted up and she brought me to her opening. The feeling as I slid into that slimy sleeve of love for the first time is indescribable, to this day. No words can convey the warmth, the love, the completeness of the enveloping, and the welcome ease with which I just slid in, all the way, until I felt something at the tip of my cock.
"Ahh, you fill me up completely. Yes, Gunnar, take me, fuck your mother. Make me yours now, son."
Always happy to please and obey my mother, that's what I did. At first, slow and sensual, savoring the feeling of being inside the home it was made for. I had nothing to compare it to, obviously, but to this day I remember that sublime feeling, becoming one with the woman who meant more to me than any other.
After a few minutes, we sped up our action, as our focus shifted from the pleasure we derived simply from being one, to the higher peak of our release. Our eyes locked on each other, all words ceased. The only sound was our ragged breaths and a squishing from our combined juices.
Then her eyes rolled back into her head, her pussy spasmed like rhythmic cramps and she uttered a long, drawn-out low moan. Her spasming pussy triggered my climax and it felt like I filled her with gallons of my spurting cum.
I rolled off her and lay tight with her as we both caught our breath. After a few minutes, I whispered in her ear, "Mom, this is the single highlight of my entire life. Fantastic does not even begin to describe it." I kissed her ear.
She turned her head toward me. "Gunnar, I don't know where you learned it, but you have satisfied me like I haven't been... for decades. Thank you."
"Learned? Mom, you were my first."
Her head flew up. "You were a virgin?"
Nodding, I said with a smile, "Taken by the person I dreamed of. I couldn't be happier." I pecked her cheek and nose. "I can't thank you enough."
She kissed me back. "Olivia will be back anytime now, we need to take a shower."
I held her back. "Mom, can we do this again?" When she hesitated, I added, "Please?"
She grinned and kissed my lips. "Be nice to me and who knows?" Before we could continue the discussion, she flipped off the bed and headed to her room, pointing me to my shower.
--
A week later, it was my mom's turn to do shopping. All week long she and I shared little glances and, when nobody was around, little touches. Whenever she asked me to do something, I was on it like white on rice. I wondered if she shared our experience with Olivia.
I awoke the next Saturday to a warm wet mouth on my dick. Olivia clearly had been told. One of my hands held her head, while the other drifted down her back. I tugged at her butt until she got the idea and straddled me in a 69. Her trimmed pussy drooled above me and she wasted no time to push it against my mouth. I slid my tongue up and down her folds while running my hands up her back and around her sides to squeeze her medium-sized breasts.
Her tongue slid around the head of my cock and mine around her clit. Her escalating moans told me she loved that, and I slid two fingers into her pussy. That first time with my shy Mom O was magic, especially when she screamed my name, making me spurt out a torrent over her boobs. She bent back down to suck the last few drops off and keep me hard.
Then she turned around. Looking at me through lidded eyes, she impaled me.
"Yes, Olivia, fuck me." It was the first time I addressed her as an adult and it must have done something to her, because she immediately convulsed around my dick and groaned out my name again.
After resting a second or two, she resumed, this time rolling her pussy around me, I guess to stimulate her clit. This time it took a bit longer, but I loved squeezing her tits and lightly pinching her nipples. Her moaning increased and I was grateful nobody else was around. Where my mom panted and hissed, Olivia was a screamer. She loved her sex and wasn't shy about letting the world know. Her second climax followed a slow escalation and then exploded like fireworks. By now we were both sweating. I was determined to cum again, though, so I rolled her over and then fucked her like an animal. Her legs were locked around my back and she encouraged me. "Fuck me, son, harder, harder, pound me into your mattress. Own me, son, fuck me. Yes, like that. Hammer me!"
"I'm getting close, Olivia, cum with me!"
"Yes, yes, I'm getting there, too. Keep fucking your second mama, just like you fucked Briney. We are yours now, yes, I'm getting there! Cum with me... now!!" The convulsing pussy pulled me over the edge with her and I erupted into her.
Exhausted, I rolled off her and lay on my side facing her. "Holy shit, Olivia, you are as hot as a volcano! What an incredible way to be woken up!"
"Briney said you'd like it."
A thought crossed my mind. "Was it okay to call you by your name?"
"Okay? It was so hot I came immediately. You have no idea how long it's been since anybody called my name during sex! But only when we have sex, okay? No need to wake sleeping dogs around here, you know what I mean?"
I nodded. "Do you think my mom would like that, too?"
"I guess, but I'll ask to make sure. But let's get showered and dressed before anyone decides to come home."
--
Not wanting to take any chances, their Saturday shopping expeditions became the time the other one and I would have "bang time."
A few weeks into the new normal, I was helping my dad in the workshop, something I enjoyed. Despite being the youngest, it looked like of all the children I most likely would be the one to take it over when dad retired. My brother was the academic type, and he went to college to become a teacher.
I also guess being the youngest gave him the excuse to postpone retirement the longest, but the truth was we worked together well, I clicked well with the customers and I was good with my hands. He and I had an easygoing relationship, which made us a good working pair. Anyway, as I was carrying a piece of metal past my dad's office I overheard him make a date for dinner with someone, I didn't think anything of it... until I heard him mention what he would like to eat for dessert. Let's just say it wasn't something baked in an oven or served with ice cream. And apparently it would include whoever he spoke to's sister as well. So, my dad was planning a threesome tonight.
I'd learned long ago not to judge him, especially as I had become the beneficiary of his wandering ways. As I walked on, though, the thought of a threesome stayed stuck in my mind. Over lunch, I ambled home as casually as I could, and found both moms sitting at the kitchen table. "Ladies," I said as I joined them. "How about I order us some nice takeout for dinner tonight, so you don't have to cook. I heard dad make a dinner date for tonight, and it sounded like he might be very late. So I thought I'd like to treat the women of this house like the queens they are. We'll open a bottle of wine or two, light the fire, have some music and just hang out, enjoying an evening together."
"Wow, that sounds heavenly," my mom said. "What's the occasion?"
"The occasion is I know we have an evening all to ourselves, all three of us. I love you both and I just feel you deserve to be spoiled. In fact, why don't you both go to the spa this afternoon and have a nice massage. On me." I gave Olivia my credit card. She was the one who ran the household's finances. "Dad gave me a raise and because you're so good to me, I don't have anything to spend it on. So, allow me to spoil you just a little bit."
Mom rose and came around the table. Motioning me to stand, she put her arms around me and, in front of Olivia, gave me an open-mouthed kiss. My toes curled as her tongue wrestled with mine for several minutes. Then she stepped back, out of breath, and waved Olivia over. "Your turn, girlfriend."
Olivia's tongue was in my mouth before I even grasped what was happening. The two of us did the tonsil tango for several minutes, too. By this time I was hard as a rock, and when we broke the kiss, both women reached down and fondled the tent in my jeans. "Hmm..." both hummed.
"Come, girlfriend, let's go get ourselves ready for Mr. Muscle Man tonight," Olivia said with a throaty laugh.
It took me several minutes in the torture chamber with tissues to get Little Gunnar back under control.
When my dad left the business, I was still working hard. I didn't want him to have an inkling what his philandering was offering me. I called up my mom's favorite Italian restaurant and ordered three full meals for delivery at 6:30. Then I went home to shower and clean up.
When I emerged, the two wome had returned, all bubbly and giggling. Apparently, the spa had an opening earlier than they'd expected and afterward they decided they had time to hang out in one of the upscale bars in town and relieve a few glasses of wine of their lonely misery.
I couldn't have asked for more. While they went to their rooms to dress up, I set the table with our best linens and silverware. I even discovered a few tall candles for when the food arrived. Even though I wasn't of drinking age, I knew what they liked to drink and had a rum and coke for my mom and vodka, lime and 7-Up for Olivia. I also filled an ice bucket with ice and put a bottle of rosé wine in it to go with the Italian food.
Olivia emerged first. She wore a little black dress I had never seen. She twirled to show it off, and I whistled in approval. Her prominent nipples told me she was wearing no bra. "Beautiful!" I said. "And the dress is pretty, too!"
"Charmer," she said, and blew me a kiss. "By the way, the other woman tonight is Briney, not mom," she added with a wink.
Speaking of which, Briney made her entrance, wearing a super-short burgundy dress made of clingy stretch material. It looked like it was painted onto her voluptuous figure. The dimple of her belly button was clearly visible, as were her clearly unencumbered breasts. Her erect nipples confirmed she, too, was braless. "Wow!" was all I could say as my eyes swept down her smoking hot body.
She giggled when she saw my speechless approval. "Thank you for this afternoon's treat, my special son."
"Oh yeah," Olivia added. She reached down and pulled my credit card out. "We took the liberty of putting our drinks on it, too, since you'll be the beneficiary."
I took it and put it in my pocket. "I already am the beneficiary--who else in this town has the two hottest women in their finest to keep him company?" I handed them their glasses. "Drink?"
"Nobody else is here, son," Olivia said, "Why don't you get yourself a beer, so we lonely women don't have to drink alone?"
When I returned, we all lifted our glasses. "To an evening of spoil and be spoiled," I said. After a clink, we all took our first sip. "This is like I died and went to heaven," I said. We sauntered into the living room and savored our drinks.
"So, what do you have on the menu tonight?" mom asked.
"Italian, from Gino's," I replied. "I ordered three dishes and thought we can fight over them or share them, whatever strikes your fancy. After that, an evening of dancing." With that, I opened the music app on my phone and put on some easy background music.
"Ooooh, look at you," crowed Olivia. "All romantic. Are you looking to get lucky tonight with two old broads?"
"No," I frowned. "Where are they? All I see are two hot, hot women, a feast for all my senses--"
At that moment the doorbell rang. I stood. "Food's up," I said and pointed them to the table. On the way to the door I quickly lit the candles.
Giving the driver a nice tip, I returned with two full plastic bags, and unpacked the contents on the table. They had several boxes with spaghetti, lasagna, meatballs, sauce, garlic bread, and all kinds of other Italian treats.
Briney, being the oldest and first-married, had first dibs and helped herself while I opened the rosé and poured three glasses. I was an adult tonight and planned to live up to that in all ways.
Silence fell as we scarfed down the delicious food. The spa massage must have given the girls an appetite because they helped themselves to generous seconds. "Ah, it's so nice to have dinner with no work," Olivia sighed.
"And no dishes," Briney affirmed. "Thank you, stud. You outdid yourself. You're going to make some woman very happy in the future."
"With any luck it will be two hot women... in the very near future," I replied with a wink, holding my glass out for another toast.
A hand landed on my thigh closest to Briney. I looked at her and she smiled while squeezing my leg. Little Gunnar woke up from his slumber. She winked at me and continued eating as if nothing had happened. When the rosé bottle was empty, I took it to the kitchen and brought a replacement from the fridge. After topping up our glasses I set it back into the ice bucket.
"Hmm, such a gentleman," Olivia said, and added her hand to the growing party under the table.
"In the presence of the two sexiest women in town," I replied.
"Ooh," Briney purred. "Flattery will get you everywhere. Maybe even a surprise... or two." She chuckled and winked at Olivia.
"Oh yeah?" I couldn't pass that up. "What surprise would that be?"
"Wouldn't be a surprise if we told you, would it?"
"Are you teasing me?"
"Now why we would we do such a mean thing to our beloved son, hmm?" Olivia said with a naughty laugh.
When all three plates were empty, I rose. "If you ladies would be kind enough to clear the table, I'll get the music ready and we can have dessert after a few dances."
"What's for dessert?" Briney asked, looking at the empty containers.
"Oh, I can think of two lovely desserts to eat," I leered. "But first there's a cold tiramisu we all can share."
Opening up my music app, I selected the slow dance playlist I'd set up earlier. Holding my hand out to my mother, I asked, "May I have this dance?"
Smiling, she stepped into my arms and we slowly circled the living room. Her full body nestled close to mine and I loved its feel so close to me. My nose nestled in her neck and I smelled the fragrance I know she put on just for me. "You smell so lovely, Briney. I love you, you know."
She pushed her lower body against my hardening member and whispered back, "And I love you too, Gunnar. You've become such a handsome masculine hunk. I'm so proud of you." She pulled her head back and lifted her face. Our lips met softly and we kissed slowly. Our tongues barely touched each other as we savored the moment, intimate and unrushed. "Don't neglect Olivia. She's so horny for you she'll probably just cum the moment you take her hand."
When the song changed, she returned to the kitchen to take over the cleaning while I took Olivia's hand and pulled her into me. Her kiss was on me like a firehose as her tongue explored my mouth urgently. "I can't wait for you to fuck me with that hot dick of yours," she said in a hoarse whisper. "This afternoon when we got the massage I imagined it was your hands all over my whole body. You are such a stud."
"Wow," I whispered back into her ear. "You turn me on so I can't stand it."
Her hand reached between us and squeezed my dick. I looked over her shoulder and Briney regarded us with a wide grin. When our eyes met, she gave me a thumbs-up and a wink.
I decided to reciprocate and slid my hand under Olivia's LBD. Either she was wearing a thong or nothing, because all I felt was a naked ass cheek.
I ran my hand to her front and discovered she wore no underwear. All I felt was wet slickness covering all her pubic hair. "Rub me," she whispered. "I know we'll fuck later, but just rub me now." What could I do?
The next song came on, and Olivia returned to the kitchen. Briney slid back into my arms. "You looked so hot rubbing each other," she purred into my ear. Without any ado, I let my hand lift her hem and palm her pussy. Like Olivia's it was covered in her love juice. With no difficulty at all I slipped two fingers into her slick love tunnel.
"I'm ready to take you upstairs and fuck the snot out of you," she hissed.
"Come, Olivia," she continued. "Let's go and get our stallion to fuck our brains out." With that, she headed up the stairs, her lovely chubby ass swaying back and forth. When we got to my bed, she immediately lay down and said, "Dessert time, studly. Come eat your mama. Come taste how wet I am for you." No shit, she was so drenched her love juice almost tasted like clear water. It literally oozed out of her pussy in a solid stream of droplets. I dove between her white, creamy thighs and licked it all up. She was so turned on her body immediately started humping and she grasped my head, pulling it in tighter. Within a few minutes, she grunted and moaned. Her legs clasped my head like a vise while her body humped up and down like she wanted to rip my head off. Then, suddenly, a torrent of female cum came gushing out of her pussy. I lapped it up as best I could, just loving that she came for me in such a spectacular fountain. As she came down, she exhaled and looked at Olivia. "That was the first time I've ever squirted. I didn't believe it was a thing but man! What an orgasm! Thank you my hot son! Now it's time to do Mom O, and give her a big O too!"
With difficulty, she rolled off my queen bed and sank back into the chair I kept in a corner. Olivia slid onto the bed, putting her legs over my shoulders. "Just fuck me, baby. No need for any foreplay. I am so hot for you! All day I've been waiting for this... all day." My shaft sank into her with almost no resistance--this woman wasn't wet, she was flooded. Always the obedient son, I went to town fucking her like I knew she liked. Within two minutes she howled as she came. I kept going, because I wasn't close. Sure enough, she repeated her orgasm in less than another five minutes.
As she came down, she gave me an exhausted smile. "That was the best ever. Now do your mother. She has been patiently waiting for your monster to satisfy her."
Belying her panting, she practically bounced off the bed. "Come Briney, let your son fuck you. He has been saving himself for his momma."
I rolled onto my back, my manhood jutting out in desire. "Yes, my beautiful momma, come fuck your son, and make him cum for you."
Without a word, Briney got up and onto the bed, swinging a leg over me, and impaled herself on my rod. "Uuuuuuuhhhhhhh," she moaned as she felt me enter her inner sanctum again. She leaned forward to let her breasts dangle before me. "Pinch my nipples while I fuck you, Gunnar, not too hard, but not too soft either."
Again, the ever-obedient son I was showed. She alternated between fucking me and rolling her clit around my pubic bone.
"Yes, you hot stud," Olivia crooned while watching us two, "give it to your momma, show her who's the new stud in the house. Fill her with your stud seed. Come on, Briney, ride your son, make him cum inside of you, make him fill you up."
The hot talk got me riled up and I could feel my peak approaching. "I'm getting close, Mom, cum with me."
Her grunts and moans got more intense as she rolled her clit over my body. "I'm close, I'm there," she exhaled. Then I felt it, her pussy spasmed and she screamed my name. The pulsing in her pussy pulled me over the edge and I erupted, over and over, spurting my love seed into my sexy mother, with Olivia cheering us on, and rubbing both our bodies.
Mom collapsed onto me and I stayed inside of her, slowly deflating, but not totally, so I didn't slide out of her immediately. We lay together, panting and sweating. Olivia kissed us both on our cheeks. "You guys have no idea how hot that looked. I love you both so much."
Epilogue
Although I never saw my two moms get it on with each other, our threesomes became a regular fixture. Between the two of them, they taught me everything I needed to know about women and sex. That gave me a confidence I guess most guys never have and at school it was as if I emerged from a cocoon. I generally avoided intercourse because I don't like condoms and risking pregnancy was a definite no-no, but I guess word got out that I liked eating pussy and was at least decent at it. Consequently, I got asked out a lot, and never lacked for dates.
Mom told me I could invite girls home to my bedroom on nights my dad wasn't there, so that made me more attractive--no need to endure cramped car seats when you get your pussy eaten by Gunnar.
My biggest surprise came when dad called me aside at work one day. "Hey son, Gary tells me you're going with his daughter. Good for you. I don't need to tell you about condoms and stuff, do I?"
"Thanks dad, but no. And just so you know, I keep my thingie in my pants. It's the safest way."
"Good, good. And just so you know, if it's okay with your mom, I'm fine if you want to bring any of your girls to your room. All I ask is that you be quiet and safe. And by the way, if you want to date Andrew's daughter, he told me she'd like that." Andrew was his foreman, and his daughter, Sharon, was model material, definitely out of my league. But if she wanted some attention paid to her little beaver, who was I to deny her?
The change from having my needs met by my mothers to girls closer to my age was gradual, but never complete. It's hard to articulate it, but there are just some things older women know and do that girls still have to learn. Especially older women you know and trust, and who love you.
I stayed at home for college as I got my business degree, and didn't get married until I was thirty. During that time my two mothers took great care of me, even while I dated Cheryl, my lover turned wife.
After we got married, I moved out and the times I could get together with either or both of my mothers dropped considerably, but never went away. Whenever one or both got their needs unmet to a critical level, they would always call me for some "therapy."
Cheryl also came from a multi-wife family and she was the one who suggested we let her younger sister Mary move in with us after she caught her husband cheating on her. And yes, she also arranged for me to get some Mary time. Between the two I had five children, and then I got the snip.
When my dad passed away from a sudden heart attack, I inherited the business and moved to a house closer to the shop (and my loving moms).
Life is good, very good. If only I can find a fountain of youth to keep four women satisfied...
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