Chapter 5: Meet My Moms

“Good morning, Liz. How was your sleep?”

“Perfect. Yours?”

“Yeah. As much as I enjoyed last night, waking up together is fantastic!”

“It is. I didn’t snore?”

“I’ve heard you snore, but it’s a tiny little noise, more like a kitten purring.”

“Yeah? I know you make my pussy purr, and now we have another option. Say, you’re poking me. Morning wood, again?”

“That’s right. I guess I should get up and pee.”

“Too late!” Liz cackled, sprang out of bed, and disappeared into the bathroom. I followed behind her, hoping she wouldn’t mind my being in there while she peed. She didn’t mind; however, she had a weird look on her face.

“Dan, the next time you’re inside my ass, I want you to pull out at the end. Your stuff from last night just came out from inside me. It didn’t get absorbed; it was not like how my pussy soaks it up.”

“One more new thing for me to learn, Liz.”

She wiped and stood aside.

“You want to watch me pee?”

“I do. Dad doesn’t let me.”

“Oh, poor baby.”

We finished in the bathroom, washed our hands, and made our way to school with permanent smiles on our faces after our first “overnight.” We enjoyed several more of these, some at my place and some at hers. My first time at Liz’s, I turned the three Barbies to face the wall.

“I’m keeping them focused on their careers, Liz.”

“What about Skipper?”

“We’re showing her what she already sees in the VIP rooms.”

“Good point.”

We were having lunch together and plotting our next meeting when Liz’s friend Laura joined us. Considering what we were discussing, our table was away from the other students for privacy. Laura was Liz’s best friend, and I judged her to be a lesbian by her appearance. She never wore makeup, but it would have been ‘gilding the lily,’ as her gray eyes were naturally highlighted by long black eyelashes and black eyebrows. Her lips were a natural coral pink as well. Her black hair was cut short—I thought it suited her.

Her uncompromising clothing aligned with her persona; I’d never seen her in skirts or dresses. Today, she wore a WNBA team t-shirt and some (admittedly) sexy black jeans. Underneath the shirt, I saw signs of unrestrained small breasts and slim legs under the jeans.

“With all due respect, Laura, why are you here?” I asked, softening the question with a smile.

“Liz wants me to coach you on eating pussy, carpet munching, dining at the ‘Y,’ and cunnilingus.”

“OK, I know I have a lot to learn, but aren’t those all the same thing?” I asked.

“Not the way SHE does it,” Liz chuckled. “Two o’clock on Saturday afternoon?”

“Sure, but whose house?” I asked.

“Mine,” answered Laura, surprising me.

“Your parents will be away?”

“No, Dan, my parents are very open-minded and encouraging. In fact, if you do well, they will make dinner for the five of us.”

“That’s great, Laura; after all that eating, I’m going to be hungry.” Both girls cheered, enjoying my little joke.

When we presented ourselves at Laura’s, I was in for another surprise.

“Dan, meet my parents, Leanne and Molly. Leanne is my mom, and Molly is Mama.” I politely suppressed my surprised reaction and extended my hand, only to have both women reject it in favor of warm hugs.

Both women were taller than average, with broad shoulders and powerful-looking legs. Unlike Liz, they were small-busted and lacked my girlfriend’s generous ass. I suppose a good word for them would be “stout” instead of “curvy.” I wondered if being in a relationship for a long time had affected their appearance, as along with the bodies, they had the similar cheerful faces, with brown eyes and black hair cut short.

“Oh, you’re so handsome!” Leanne said warmly. “And Liz tells us you’re hung too.” Instantly, I flushed bright red.

“Liz?” I choked out.

“It’s the truth, Dan. I’m allowed to crow about you. But you still look confused. Oh, I get it. Laura?”

“Dan, all three of us here identify as lesbians,” Laura explained. “But we aren’t religious about it. For the right guy, if he’s sweet and adventurous, we will open up for some fun.”

So easily, the parents made me feel at ease. I blurted out something I shouldn’t have.

“My mom’s bisexual like that. She goes on dates at the Mitchell’s while I babysit their little girl.”

“Yolanda AND Bobby? Leanne and I go over there sometimes, and Laura babysits Lisa over here. What’s your ... Irene Nickson? Of course. Dan, you HAVE to introduce us. Yolanda talks about her ‘tasty clam’ all the time.”

I started weaving, and Liz put her arm around my waist. CLAM?

Molly continued, “It’s OK, Dan. You’ve stumbled into our little cabal of bisexuality. But we have limits. We will never shave our legs or pussies for anyone, see?”

Molly pulled up the leg of her loose pants and demonstrated the sprinkle of soft hairs on her calf.

“That’s OK,” I said, “I don’t shave, either.” All four women laughed.

“Liz, he’s everything you said he was. Dan, you’re welcome to our house anytime. Liz, when are you going to bring your sister over?”

Liz pouted slightly. “Sorry, guys, Natalie is uninterested in pussy, not even mine. In fact, she’s been cranky lately because I’m getting laid by Dan, and she can’t claim I’m too fat to fuck.”

“What a SHITTY thing to say to your sister!” Laura was scandalized, along with Leanne and Molly.

Leanne asked, “Are you tempted by Natalie, Dan?”

“I’ve already said, not tempted—not in a million years. To be clear, Natalie has a perfect body, and she’s queen of the school. I do look at her, but that’s it.”