Straight Female / 33
In my house I was an only child. I grew up in a nice neighborhood and a nice school, everything about how I grew up was like Niceville USA. Everybody had a mother and a father, of course some were divorced and married to other people, but in every house there was a mother and father. My father is a lawyer and he works downtown. My mother taught school but she got bored and stayed at home.
I was twelve and it was teacher's day so I stayed home from school. My mom's friend came to see her and they were talking and I got bored so I went to my room. I came out of my room and as I got to the living room I saw my mother and her friend in this kiss on the couch. It was a long kiss their fingers on their cheeks, eyes closed just kissing and when the kiss broke my mother told her in a quiet vice that she loved her and they went back to kissing, moving close to each other, nothing dramatic just this long kiss with eyes closed tight and when the second kiss ended my mom's friend said she loved her too.
That day is the day I first got wet, wet watching my mother with another woman. I watched them after that, there were all sorts of signs, girl talk, touching, standing way too close, looking after each other's clothes, small spontaneous kisses on the cheek. And of course there was the days that my mom's friend slept over. Somehow my father would go sleep in the guest room and my mom and her friend slept in my parent's room. The excuse was that my dad liked to watch tv at night and they wanted to get some rest. I listened, over the tv my dad had on in the guest room, I could hear, but not very well, my mother was asleep.
I got brave and I walked in on my mother in the morning, not a usual thing because I had always been taught to knock for obvious reasons, but that morning I walked in and my mother and her friend were still in bed, cuddled together in a tight spoon and heads on one pillow. The sheet was off their shoulders and they were naked, totally naked on top and I could see the sheet over their legs they were naked, totally completely naked. My mom turned to me and asked what was the matter and I said something stupid and she sat on her bed, topless and her friend turned on her back topless and my mom said to come to her and sit beside her.
I sat there not knowing what to do and my mother took the sheet off of them and they were naked and my mother looked at me and said that she knew that I knew that they were lovers. She wanted me to know that they were in love and that she loved me and she loved my dad, but first they were in love. I don't think I had ever seen my mother naked like that, naked ass in sex naked and my mother's friend who I had known all my life naked too, they were naked in bed. I got wet, it's not something you can stop.
After everyone was dressed and we were all at breakfast my mother sat with her friend and said that when my father married her he knew that they were lovers and in love, but he married her and her condition was that he would only share her with my mother's friend. From then on the little affections were more noticeable, there were small kisses on the lips, holding hands at the outdoor concert, sharing a bed with my dad. They never talked of sex, but they had sex because now I could hear them and I noticed that sometimes my dad did not sleep in the guest room. I got wet, I didn't masturbate but I was wet, I was wet all the time.
One morning, I was now fifteen and I still had no control on getting wet, every time my mother kissed I got wet, it just poured, when I was fifteen we went on a trip to Yellowstone, which was something my dad had always wanted to do. He had made reservations a long time ago for a room in the park and the four of us stayed in one room, it was a real nice room with two large beds and I slept alone in one bed and my parents all slept in the other bed, one woman on each side. That trip I understood that when my dad wanted they were both his women and on that trip they were both his women and he made sure of that. I lay in bed totally awake and my dad made sure they were both his women.
There was nothing overt, it was all under the covers but he got on top of them and they had their legs wide apart and he made sure that they were his women. I never realized how wide apart the woman's legs were when the man got on her and he made sure he got on both of them. The next day I was alone with my mother at breakfast and she asked me if I had been awake, I said yes and she said she wanted me to know once and for all that my father was the man that got on top of her and that sometimes she wanted it real bad like last night and sometimes my father made sure that he was nice to both of them and they both wanted him to be nice to them. Ever since they were in college, it wasn't bad, what was different was that he met them when they were already lovers, that was different.
When my father showed up with my other mother, because that is who she is, he asked my mother if she had spoken with me. After that trip, there was never any more any sort of hiding anything, even on the nights that my father went to the guest room it didn't mean that he didn't spend time with them first. He liked sleeping in with them, and with everything in the open he slept in with them on Sunday morning. They never really closed the door, it was always open, not wide open but if I wanted to walk in all I had to do was push the door and I walked in many times, sometimes my mother would stare me down and I would go out and other times she lifted the sheets so that I could get in beside her. My memories of my mother go back to when I was very little, all the pictures are there, the Christmas pictures, the vacations, they were always together, sitting side by side, or with arms around them, or smiling, well once you know you know because in every picture it is obvious to me now.
On my wedding day my mother told me that when she was still in college, confused and she felt abandoned by the world because she realized that she was in love with another woman, she told me that my father adopted them, he gave them a home and now I was going to go and make a home of my own. I was lucky, I had found a man. But if I had found a woman she would have loved me just the same. The wonder to me is that it took so long for me to catch on.
I was twelve and it was teacher's day so I stayed home from school. My mom's friend came to see her and they were talking and I got bored so I went to my room. I came out of my room and as I got to the living room I saw my mother and her friend in this kiss on the couch. It was a long kiss their fingers on their cheeks, eyes closed just kissing and when the kiss broke my mother told her in a quiet vice that she loved her and they went back to kissing, moving close to each other, nothing dramatic just this long kiss with eyes closed tight and when the second kiss ended my mom's friend said she loved her too.
That day is the day I first got wet, wet watching my mother with another woman. I watched them after that, there were all sorts of signs, girl talk, touching, standing way too close, looking after each other's clothes, small spontaneous kisses on the cheek. And of course there was the days that my mom's friend slept over. Somehow my father would go sleep in the guest room and my mom and her friend slept in my parent's room. The excuse was that my dad liked to watch tv at night and they wanted to get some rest. I listened, over the tv my dad had on in the guest room, I could hear, but not very well, my mother was asleep.
I got brave and I walked in on my mother in the morning, not a usual thing because I had always been taught to knock for obvious reasons, but that morning I walked in and my mother and her friend were still in bed, cuddled together in a tight spoon and heads on one pillow. The sheet was off their shoulders and they were naked, totally naked on top and I could see the sheet over their legs they were naked, totally completely naked. My mom turned to me and asked what was the matter and I said something stupid and she sat on her bed, topless and her friend turned on her back topless and my mom said to come to her and sit beside her.
I sat there not knowing what to do and my mother took the sheet off of them and they were naked and my mother looked at me and said that she knew that I knew that they were lovers. She wanted me to know that they were in love and that she loved me and she loved my dad, but first they were in love. I don't think I had ever seen my mother naked like that, naked ass in sex naked and my mother's friend who I had known all my life naked too, they were naked in bed. I got wet, it's not something you can stop.
After everyone was dressed and we were all at breakfast my mother sat with her friend and said that when my father married her he knew that they were lovers and in love, but he married her and her condition was that he would only share her with my mother's friend. From then on the little affections were more noticeable, there were small kisses on the lips, holding hands at the outdoor concert, sharing a bed with my dad. They never talked of sex, but they had sex because now I could hear them and I noticed that sometimes my dad did not sleep in the guest room. I got wet, I didn't masturbate but I was wet, I was wet all the time.
One morning, I was now fifteen and I still had no control on getting wet, every time my mother kissed I got wet, it just poured, when I was fifteen we went on a trip to Yellowstone, which was something my dad had always wanted to do. He had made reservations a long time ago for a room in the park and the four of us stayed in one room, it was a real nice room with two large beds and I slept alone in one bed and my parents all slept in the other bed, one woman on each side. That trip I understood that when my dad wanted they were both his women and on that trip they were both his women and he made sure of that. I lay in bed totally awake and my dad made sure they were both his women.
There was nothing overt, it was all under the covers but he got on top of them and they had their legs wide apart and he made sure that they were his women. I never realized how wide apart the woman's legs were when the man got on her and he made sure he got on both of them. The next day I was alone with my mother at breakfast and she asked me if I had been awake, I said yes and she said she wanted me to know once and for all that my father was the man that got on top of her and that sometimes she wanted it real bad like last night and sometimes my father made sure that he was nice to both of them and they both wanted him to be nice to them. Ever since they were in college, it wasn't bad, what was different was that he met them when they were already lovers, that was different.
When my father showed up with my other mother, because that is who she is, he asked my mother if she had spoken with me. After that trip, there was never any more any sort of hiding anything, even on the nights that my father went to the guest room it didn't mean that he didn't spend time with them first. He liked sleeping in with them, and with everything in the open he slept in with them on Sunday morning. They never really closed the door, it was always open, not wide open but if I wanted to walk in all I had to do was push the door and I walked in many times, sometimes my mother would stare me down and I would go out and other times she lifted the sheets so that I could get in beside her. My memories of my mother go back to when I was very little, all the pictures are there, the Christmas pictures, the vacations, they were always together, sitting side by side, or with arms around them, or smiling, well once you know you know because in every picture it is obvious to me now.
On my wedding day my mother told me that when she was still in college, confused and she felt abandoned by the world because she realized that she was in love with another woman, she told me that my father adopted them, he gave them a home and now I was going to go and make a home of my own. I was lucky, I had found a man. But if I had found a woman she would have loved me just the same. The wonder to me is that it took so long for me to catch on.
