So beautiful to release your semen into the warm, wet cavity that accepts your love lotion as an offering of worship. It feels like part of your soul is spewed out in a gush of rushing liquid. With the urging of her body to connect with yours, as you both pound together in a final tumult, clapping clashes of tympanic genitalia, your grunts and groans are echoed by her cries and wails. Sex is wonderful and special, and raw and raunchy, spiritual and earthy, human and animal, the most miraculous and most common of phenomena, all at the same time. It is the physical way that I demonstrate my love to females. Who do I love more than my three moms? Why wouldn’t I want to make love to those three desirable ladies if I could? It turns out that I was able to, and did. At least, two down and one to go!
Four days later, I was going into my second home, that place I was equally happy to dwell at, though as of late I actually spent more time there. It was sometimes referred to by dad as ‘lesbian’s lair’. He still had a little resentment to having lost mom Danni to mother Shannon. Even though he had been the one who had cheated first. On the other hand, earlier, before peace was made between the two couples, Dad and Susie’s home was spitefully dubbed ‘The Hovel of His and Whore’s’ by the double moms. When I entered I called out, but neither mother Shannon, nor Danni answered. I was going to my room to get a video game, when I heard crying.
It was very soft, coming from their bedroom. I knocked. Mom Danni said in a small voice, “I’ll be out in a little while.” I normally would have gone about my business, but it was unusual for her to weep. I tried the knob and it was unlocked. I opened the door and went in. Mom was on the bed in a robe and she had a box of tissues next to her. Her face was a bit puffy and her eyes red. I went over and sat next to her and began to rub her shoulder. She whispered, “I’ll be okay, it’s nothing.”
I felt protective. “What is it, can I help? Don’t feel bad, Shannon and I can make it all better, I’m sure.”
With my words, she burst into a new set of tears. I was unsure of what was going on. “Just hold me, Honey.” I stretched out next to her and took her in my arms in a comforting hug.
“Tell me, please mom? I want to share what is bothering you and be there for you.” Having three mothers makes you sensitive to the feelings of others and helps one to know how to get them to open up. I empathized with her even if I didn’t understand yet what was upsetting her.
She took a new tissue from the box and had a big blow of her cute little nose. “I didn’t think that I would feel this way.”
“Which way?”
“It’s complicated . . and . . private.”
“I’m not old enough to know all about the secrets of this family of mixed nuts?” That got a little laugh from her, because of course there were not many secrets left to hide, after all these years of living with all four of them.
“It’s not my secret to tell.”
“So where is mom Shannon? I’ll ask her; does she know you’re crying?”