Too Young To Know Better A Man Took Us As His Own

First I think that being Jewish has been the biggest influence in my life. I grew up middle class, my parents are both professionals and I never missed a meal or slept on the cold hard floor. I went to a nice state university and graduated with a degree in Public Administration. I really, really wanted to work for the good of mankind. I followed the advise of my school counsellor and went on for a masters degree. That's where I met Mary.

Mary comes from a similar background, except she is Christian and we got along from day one. We agreed to room together and one night, after midnight, after watching a tear jerking chick flick she kissed me on the cheek, then the mouth, then she grabbed my boob and I laid back on the couch and she kissed me and got my boob out and she ended up kissing me down there. Mary likes girls and Mary liked me.

I was embarrassed and confused. She apologised but it was too late. She came to my room after we went to bed and said she could no longer sleep alone and she got in bed with me and insisted on holding me, spooning me, pressing her boobs into my back. She cupped my boobs and turned me over and made love to me again, this time taking off my nightgown and my panties and she got undressed and she pressed her hot warm pussy in my face and I licked her back until I had to force an orgasm on her. We slept naked.

That was the beginning of my love life with Mary. We kidded that we would give our kids the famous JudeoChristian values. We would raise our children right. Where these children were going to come from? We didn't talk about that. But all that talk drove us to look for a donor, a man to make us mothers. Only that man never left us alone after that. He wasn't satisfied with one baby or two or three or four, he wanted a half dozen children and he used us for that.

He never left us alone, he was oversexed and one wasn't enough. He was going to have sex and he didn't care from which one of us and he did not care at all if we got pregnant again. We spent ten years having babies and having him get on top of us. One day I said, enough. Give us space, let us be. But he said it's your lot in life, and he continued to have sex with us.

Our lot was making babies, running the house, investing our educations in raising our babies and being their first teachers before they went off to school. He wanted our kids to be in a first class private education, with little uniforms and all that. We were room mothers and hosted birthday parties several times a year. We got up in age, into our middle thirties and he complained that there were no more babies in the house. We had completed the half dozen kids he always wanted so we had two more just for fun.

We had joked when we first met about JudeoChristian values, well we were in the middle of it, teaching those values every single day. We changed more diapers and wiped more runny noses than any other women we know. For two girls who found each other and scared to tell our families we were not ever getting married, we have lived for eighteen years with a man and birthed eight babies for him. Sex is the glue and he doesn't quit, not then, not now. If he wanted us when we were young, he wants more now that we are not. Where that energy comes from we don't know, we do know that we will not sleep well until he is sound asleep having satisfied himself that we are by his side.

In the end, we confessed to our families that we were living with a man and he wanted us to both have babies so he had gotten us pregnant and he wanted more so that is how we were going to live. My Jewish upbringing called to me and her Christian upbringing called to her and our children and our house is a mishmash of Jewish and Christian traditions. Christmas tree and Hanukkah.

Merry Christmas to all, and Happy Hanukkah. Mary and Rachel and Thomas, we have to include him as well.