More Than Two Mommies
I grew up with two moms but looking back on it, it took four moms and a sister to make me a lesbian. I might have become a lesbian anyway and, for sure, not everyone who becomes a lesbian has the same story to tell but I believe that, for me, a few stars aligned just right and afterward I was hooked.
My two moms (Paula and Melissa) were always open about their affection with one another. They never tried to hide it from me or any of the people we knew and for years it never even occurred to me that my family was different from the norm. My earliest memory of it dates back to when I must have been three or four. I was allowed to sleep with them when I was little and I can recall waking up and being with them in their big bed. My memory is that we were all naked and my moms were being affectionate with one another. On one particular morning that I have a very vivid memory of, they were either diddling with each other or with themselves because I was trying to imitate what they were doing.
One of my moms, I think it was my biological mom, Paula, (the daddy part of me was plunked out of a sperm bank), told my other mom to look at what I was doing pushing my little fist into my cunny. Well, they seemed to be enjoying it and once I got started on it, I was too. My other mom Melissa got up on all fours on the bed and crawled over to where I was and proceeded to give me instructions. The instructions basically took the form of unfolding two fingers from my little balled up fist and pointing them to the top of my slit where they could provide the greatest benefit.
This lesson was really helpful to me and probably was the beginning of effective masturbation which I have continued to this day. I watched them play with one another while I enjoyed my new-found companion. They never invited me in to their business nor did they ever touch me again in a sexual way. If they were getting off watching me do myself, I don't remember it. I do remember though many happy moments when the three of us were naked and hugging and kissing and just being affectionate with one another.
The true turning point came about four years later when I was six, almost seven. It was near the end of summer vacation and I was thinking about starting third grade. My moms invited another lesbian couple (Lisa and Judy) for the weekend. I sort of gathered that the other couple and my moms had been close in college, almost twenty years before. They also had a sperm-bank daughter who was a few years older than me, like eleven going on twelve. Her name was Jessie. Jessie and I were to sleep together in my double bed.
I thought Jessie was really beautiful when I first saw her. She was tall yet still very thin and her hair was long and blond. My moms had entertained me over the years with tales of little girls falling in love with each other, and Jessie was just how I'd imagined the beautiful young girls in the stories would look.
We dutifully went to bed when we were told. Someone read us a story and we must have gone to sleep. It was probably past both our bedtimes. Adults when they get together like that usually ignore kids and let them stay up later than they should.
I don't know how long I had been asleep but I woke up to someone moaning in another room. At first I was totally disoriented. It took me a little bit to realize I wasn't dreaming, that I was in my bed, that the person next to me was the pretty older girl whom I had met today and that the moaning was coming from the direction of my mothers' bedroom.
"What's that sound?" I asked. "Is someone sick or hurt?"
Jessie didn't hesitate to answer, "I think that's one of my moms. All of our moms are making love in the other bedroom. My mom makes a lot of noise when she is getting off."
Those few words that she uttered were so jam-packed with information that was outside the realm of my experience, that it could have been in a foreign language. They are all making love? What does making that noise have to do with it? Getting off? Off what? On some level though, the primitive sounds that I was hearing from the other room were stirring feelings in me that I had never felt before. I instinctively reached for my crotch to try to comfort myself. Jessie picked up on my move immediately.
"Do you rub your cunny when you hear your mommies making love? Or do you rub it with them when they do each other?"
"Ah, they once showed me how to do this to myself, but I don't pay much attention to what they do. I mean they don't make any noise like that when they do things to each other." I tried my best to keep up with the conversation. "I'm not sure I know very much about any of this," I finally decided to admit.
"Would you like me to show you what they are doing?"
"How would you know what they are doing?"
"They let me watch sometimes and besides they've shown me stuff. They want me to be a lesbian like they are and want me to know what to do. Lesbian lessons we call them."
"Okay, I'd like to be a lesbian too." I think I wasn't sure what all of that meant but Jessie had the age advantage and obviously the experience advantage.
"Get naked she suggested," and I did and she did too, and she snapped on the light.
You don't need any description of my 6-year-old body. My nipples were the only thing prominent on my chest of course and even they didn't amount to much. My little mound was as baby-a-little mound as you could get.
Jessie naked was beautiful. She had tits. Not like my moms' tits but tits nevertheless. She had a sweet covering of peach fuzz on her labia. It was blond like the hair on her head.
She planted a big sloppy kiss on my lips. I was a bit taken by surprise but I did my best to kiss her back. She stopped for a moment and touched my face looking at me. I was enchanted.
"My moms like it when the other goes down on them. If I do it to you and show you how, will you do it to me too?" she said finally.
"Sure," I said, not exactly sure what I was agreeing to.
Jessie got up on all fours and crawled over me and spread my legs apart by putting her hands on my knees and pushing. She then put her hands under my knees and pulled them up which brought my feet up toward my butt and raised my cunny up a bit toward her face.
"I'm going to put my mouth on your vagina. Be prepared for a great sensation," and she pushed her tongue into the top of my slit and began to probe with her tongue.
It didn't take long for her to find a spot that was indeed extremely sensitive and I began to giggle and moan and make little-girl whinnies as she expertly tongued me. I had come before by using my own hand but this was a new experience and I liked it very much.
"Wow, Jessie that was super. Can you show me how you did that? I'd like to do it to you."
"Great, let's switch places."
Jessie got on her back and brought her feet up to her ass and pushed her pretty pussy up toward me. She spread her cunny lips apart at the top, pointing out a little protrusion and told me that I should put my mouth around it and lick it with my tongue and suck on it.
It felt awkward as I started and I wasn't sure I was doing it right but Jessie started breathing deeply, making sounds of pleasure and rocking her hips rhythmically. That gave me encouragement and I found I was enjoying giving her pleasure and becoming aroused again from having my mouth on her cunny. When she came, she squeezed her thighs together and pushed the back of my head extra firmly into her pussy.
"That was awesome," I said as I came up for air. "Did you like it? Did I do it OK?"
"You did really well kid. I had a good come. Did you get horny again doing it? I usually get hornier doing it to someone else than I do getting it."
"Yes, I did. I need to rub myself. Who else do you do this to?"
"Come here, I'll do it for you. Lie down here," and she patted the pillow next to her. "I'll tell you some other time who else I've done this to. Some girlfriends of mine is all you need to know."
I got on my back and Jessie lay down next to me on her side. She then took her free hand and began to caress my little nipples and work her hand down my belly to my cunny. It felt good to be touched this way. My nipples were tingling when she moved her hand away and I wanted it back.
But then she landed on my cunny and I didn't want to distract her from that. Jessie pushed a finger down between my legs, rubbed my back hole a bit and then brought it up inside my slit, to a spot up underneath my clit. She gave a couple of good tugs and I was panting and having another orgasm.
So, that was all the loving we did that night and we got our pajamas back on and snuggled and soon fell off to sleep. The next morning, I was full of questions about what I had experienced and what Jessie had shown me. I wasn't sure, though, what to do with my questions.
If I had been older, I'm sure I would have just come right out and asked what was on my mind but given my age difference with Jessie and my place with the adults in the house, I just stayed quiet about it and I noticed that Jessie didn't say anything either. And of course the four moms didn't bring up their moaning and loving sessions over the blue-berry pancakes we were having for breakfast though I was dying to know if they had all been in the same bed doing the things to each other that Jessie had shown me.
What they did talk about over breakfast, much to my surprise was that Lisa, Judy and Jessie were moving to our town to work and all of the moms had decided that they would buy a two family house together. They chattered on after breakfast about finding a place where you could go between the two units without going outside and that we'd just keep the doors open all of the time. Lisa and Judy would be like my new moms. Jessie was to be like my new sister.
When Jessie and I heard this last remark, we kind of looked at each other and couldn't help but start to giggle. The adults wondered what was so funny about our being sisters and Jessie said that she and I liked each other already and we had had a fun time being together last night.
The house thing didn't happen right away, naturally, and in the meantime, Jessie and I were to sleep together in my bedroom. Her moms had the spare room in our apartment for themselves but from what Jessie and I could tell, they spent a bunch of their free time in my moms' room. Jessie and I continued our girl play at bed time. I was thinking that I was going to miss it if Jessie had a room of her own and one night Jessie said the same thing to me.
"I hope our moms don't find a place real quick because I like our time together. I always thought it would be a drag to have a kid sister but a kid sister that I can do this stuff with is terrific," Jessie said as I squatted down on her face.
"Me too, Jessie. I'll miss you even if we are in the same house," I managed to say before my mind became complete mush due her tongue action.
Finally, though the right place came along and they went through the business of buying it. It needed a bit of work before we could move out, but it began to look as if we would be moving in right before Thanksgiving. Jessie and I were looking forward to the new place but not looking forward to being apart. Jessie announced that we couldn't keep what we've been up to a secret any longer or we would end up not being able to be together once we moved.
”Do you think we'll get into trouble?" It had been on my mind that the reason neither Jessie nor I had ever said anything about the time we spent diddling one another was that maybe we really shouldn't be doing this.
"If anyone is going to get into trouble kid, it's me, aiding to your delinquency but I don't think all of these moms we have are going to blame us for fooling around imitating them, do you?"
"I hope you're right, Jessie."
Jessie decided she would fess up to all of the other moms at the same time one Friday evening between dinner and bed time. I sort of wanted to go hide in our room but I knew I couldn't get out of being a witness to what we had done together and I really didn't want to be away from my new-found friend.
"Um, Allison and I have something we need to talk to you about before we go to bed. Um, we have been practicing lesbian lessons on one another since we've been sleeping together and, ah, we like sleeping together and we don't want to have separate bedrooms when we move into the new place. Isn't that right, kid?"
You could have heard a pin drop but I wouldn't have because all I heard was my heart beating a million miles an hours.
"Yes," I stammered. "I love Jessie and I like sleeping with her."
I think the moms would have liked to go into a huddle of some kind and come out a bit later with a planned, play-book response to what their life styles had created but being who they were, they were just extremely honest to their values and finally one of them spoke. It was one of my moms, my real one, Paula.
"We all hoped that one day both of you would believe that being lesbian was the best way to be when you became adults and thought about being in long term relationships. For the time being, until you become adults, if you find that being close to each other in the way that you have said you are is good and important to you then none of us want to stop you. Once we move, we'll figure out what the best arrangement is for you two to be together."
I only understood about half of that except I knew it meant that Jessie and I could continue to sleep together after we moved and that our mommies were okay about our relationship the way it was.
They gave us a room together downstairs with my earlier moms. As it turned out, most of the time, all of the moms spent the nights together, and usually that was upstairs. I think, in the end, they liked the idea that Jessie and I were occupied elsewhere so that they could do whatever they wanted to do, more or less alone.
What Jessie and I did to occupy ourselves got to be more and more sophisticated as time went on and when it was time for Jessie to go to college, and I was just about to turn thirteen and start my freshman year of high school, Jessie decided to enroll in a local college so that we wouldn't be very far away from one another.
When she graduated and became a teacher in a school not to far from us, I was ready to start college and went to the same school to be nearby her. And most of the time I was there, I was really living with Jessie and commuting to school.
And now, that we are both out of college and teaching, we live together and go to work together and we couldn't imagine it any other way.
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