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I became pregnant from a fling with a married man at work. His wife had just had a baby of her own. After several discussions we agreed that after the birth I would give my baby to them, and I would surrender my parental rights. I followed all the doctor visits, gave my medical history to his wife, she attended the birth and received the baby from my birth canal, papers were signed.

But nothing worked after that, she asked me to breast feed which I did for nine months, she refers to me as 'your mommy' for my daughter, and 'your Aunt Tess' for her daughter, I now live next door, the girls are nine and ten, school and doctors have us both as the 'responsible parent', many people believe we are the couple and the father of the girls is the donor. We quit explaining, people make up their own mind. As to our daughters, they have the story straight but also truly believe they have two mothers and the word 'aunt' is never used.

In all these years of our fused life together we are as close as sisters and we know what sister wives means. We do share a husband, a life and children. The one thing we are not is sexual lovers, at most a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

  • When I was younger mom and dad were divorced, so it was just mom, my sister who was two years older and me. One summer the weather was quite hot and my mom and sister decided to be very liberal and just walk around the house nude. Of course I was kind of modest about seeing them that way, with nothing on. They both teased me and said how I should join them. I worked up the nerve and naturally I got an erection. Instead of being shocked or reprimanding or anything by my arousal, they were both delighted with this and it was easy to let one thing lead to another.
    Very quickly I was having intercourse with both my mom and my sister. They were both wild and I could tell enjoyed being nasty, and I had trouble in keeping up with them. That summer we had huge amounts of sex and we did everything imaginable. Then we all slowed down as time went on, but we continued to do this together for the next several years. Now mom is remarried, my sister is married and so am I. Still, we all managed to discretely have sex about once year for old time's sakes and it is so wonderful.

    Once my stepfather Alan found out I was having gay sex, he's not stopped fucking me.

    I feel a little guilty about it, as he and mum are so good together. Yet I kind of think she knows he's screwing me.

    It was my mum who walked in on me in January, as a friend of mine was fucking me on our couch. She was supposed to be, like Alan, at work. But she'd finished early as a ward had been closed off (She's a spec****st cleaner ??? Don't ask, I haven't got a clue).

    She didn't flip her lid, instead turned around and said she'd make us a coffee. As she went into the kitchen, I swear my friend came up my fuckhole and I had to sit with him and mum (Dressed) with his cum leaking out of my arse.

    Mum and Alan must have talked about me having sex, because two days later in the utility room, he took out his enormous cock and pushed me down.
    I hesitated, so Alan pressed his fully erect dick into my mouth. And that was that.

    I sucked like crazy on his cock and then let him spin me around and lean me over the washing machine, as he pulled my comfy shorts down.

    When he entered me bare, he put his mouth to my ear and told me I was going to be his fuck toy from then on.

    Alan is a big man (six feet three and broad chested) who you don't really say no to. So I replied through increasingly hard thrusts "ok".

    After fucking me doggy over the washing machine, he made me lay on top of it. Pushing his cock back up my arsehole, Alan pulled me up a little and kissed me.

    It might sound crazy, but the kiss and the passion he put into it, surprised me more than him throat and arse fucking me for some reason.

    Even so I kissed my stepfather back and loved how he took me. There was no pretense to see if I wanted sex. He just took his pleasure and it felt amazing.

    I came well before he did, my spunk spurting out between us. He carried on fucking me whilst still kissing me hard. When he did eventually cum, his seed pumped into me and he arched back crying out with a huge groan of pleasure.

    It was so loud, I knew mum must have heard us from the bath she was taking.

    Alan fucked me again the following morning. Mum had literally just driven off to work, when he climbed into my bed naked. We spent the whole morning having sex, and it was then he first sucked my little cock.

    And so now in lockdown. He can only work sporadically, and I'm off from college. Mum still works, probably more now. And that means Alan is one horny bastard who wants sex at least twice in a day.

    I know mum knows, because he's fucked me lots of times and afterwards she's made comments. Such as "Keeping yourselves busy again". Or only yesterday returning from work, mum said to Alan "When you've had your fun with ****, tidy up and I don't want to see stains on my couch again".

    I'd sucked Alan off the day before and lots of his cum had leaked out of my mouth. It spilled onto the couch. But he was still horny and dragged me onto the huge rug we have. Alan fucked me on the rug and we both forgot to clean off the cum from the couch.

    There have been other things she's said. But all of them have been loving comments. None negative.
    It's strange, but I kind of think she's happy, that both Alan and I are happy together.

    Alan and I will never become a couple as such. It's just great sex, and I figure mum knows that.

  • My biological mother was a drug addict, she died of an overdose when I was two. I was first in a foster home and then adopted by my foster parents when I was three. I have no memories except living with my parents. When I went to college, close to home a girl I met there convinced me to find my mother's family (I knew she was dead). And try to find my biological father.

    My biological mother's family are low life rednecks from Kentucky, my biological father is in jail. I also found out that my biological mother was a prostitute with a record. Coming from an upper middle class upbringing, my parents are both doctors, and I have four sisters, I am the baby and I am sick knowing what I know now. Knowing about, and sneaking out of college to meet my mother's family was the worst day of my life. I can't believe I am one of them.

    To make matters worse I am being pressured by my biological grandmother for money, she says I owe her because she paid for me when I was borne. Second worse is I saw pictures of my biological mother and I can't get them out of my mind. I favor her.

    I want my life back, when I didn't know about them.

    I got pregnant in my junior year of college, one boy. I was a good kid, a virgin before that night, a good student. I returned home for the summer three months pregnant and had to let my parents know. Being good Christians, small town people I was given the choice if getting married or being disowned. The boy protected me and married me. I went from middle class to student poverty.

    I sat out my senior year, I moved with my baby and husband to his job after graduation. I registered and attended college six hours per semester to graduate three years later. By then I was pregnant again, I had settled into my married life with my husband. During my pregnancy my husband confessed he had sex with a woman from work. She became a close friend, I was too pregnant for sex and I was happy that she was there for him. Our conversation was about how we should live, how we were going to share a husband. By the time I was ready for sex after birth we had agreed to live together, She wanted to help with the kids, I could stay home and she would keep on working. We never went down the road of equal time, he needed to decide who he wanted sex with, not us. The three of us shared a bed, sex was more than enough for everyone.

    By the time my second son was a year old my cowife was pregnant, she had a little girl.

    I don't advocate our lifestyle, but not once have we ever been shamed or put down, even my parents accept our life choice. I remember one event, at the airport in Maui and an older silver haired lady asked us about the children, we told her that we were cowives and the children were ours. Her comment was immediate 'good for you'.

    We live in Arizona now, no one cares. We are just the family down the street, the boys ride bikes with their friends and our daughter plays with the girl next door. If anything, we would like to see my husband be able to marry my cowife. Then our life would be perfect.

  • Last month I finally owned up to my husband about my life long affair with my brother.
    Mich is my younger brother, and from the age of sixteen and fifteen respectively, we've been having sex. Oral sex at first, then when he had his sixteenth birthday, his present from me was my pussy and ass.
    From that day to now, every time we get together and have the chance to, we fuck.

    My husband shrugged his shoulders, told me he'd known for years and then gave me information I'd never known.
    From the age of nineteen he and mich had been having gay sex. He'd been fucking Mich, sometimes when I thought he was hanging around looking out for me.

    They'd even been on a 'fishing' trip just before this pandemic, and Mich had been so horny when I saw him. Apparently my husband had denied him orgasms, telling him he should save his cum for me.

    My brother fucked me over and over again as my husband took the boat back to his yard. When Mich came up my ass, I now remember him saying, "it's been a real tough week not cumming". I thought he was referring to not having sex with his sister.

    My husband gave me a huge passionate kiss when he got back, told Mich to get himself a drink and then took me upstairs.

    Knowing Mich had been just fucking me, my husband went down on me and tongued out my pussy and ass.
    When I'd climaxed twice, he told me this was my new norm, intimating he was going to eating Mich's cum from my love holes.

    The pandemic has halted what my husband has planned for us, and that's Mich moving in.
    He told me, it's hardly worth us not living together, not now we all know.