My Mothers, Sisters At Heart, Lovers, Wives To Each Other

Backstory, my mom had me at 14, she didn't want to see or hear from my biofather, he joined in the Army and was killed a year later in a training accident. My mother finished high school and we lived with my grandmother.

When I was ten we went to visit a friend of my mother's. She lived with her husband in a great big house. I walked downstairs to look for my mother and I found her in the kitchen. Her friend was asking her to come live with her, that she loved her, her husband knew about her feelings and my mother could work for him. I walked in when my mother was kissed on the mouth and she told her friend she loved her back. Even at ten I knew that something really strange was going on. The idea of moving there was like a dream come true. I begged my mother to move.

Slowly I came to realize they were lesbians. They slept together, they got pregnant together. By the time I left for college I had heard it from their lips. My now stepfather seemed not to care, by then I had four new brothers. All along I was raised to be a master at running a home. I was older internally than the girls I met in college. The college boys were worse than just immature. I had nothing to do with them I married a man sixteen years older at twenty four.

My mothers would have six boys between them. They lived as sisters, slept together, and 'entertained' my stepfather. Not as often as you think, my mother reminded me. It was the cost that they paid, and he was the man having sired six sons.