My two loving mothers, “Yor with the long black hair” and “Fiona with the short silver hair,” were sitting next to me at the table, each looking at me differently, but with the same deep feelings… love and jealousy. Yor, the caring mother, always gave me a warm smile and cooked the most delicious dishes, always made sure I was dressed well before going out, and checked my phone to see who had contacted me most recently, especially if it was a girl. Fiona, the outwardly strict mother, but her heart melted in front of me. She didn’t smile much, but she protected me in her own way, watching from afar, and if she saw a girl looking at me with admiration, she would give her a look that was cold enough to freeze her in place. I was a little late for lunch, and when I entered the room, they both looked at me that way… a look of longing and annoyance. “Where have you been?” Fiona asked in a low but sharp tone. As for Yur, she smiled and said, “Were you with a girl?” She raised her eyebrows in that way that makes me feel guilty without me doing anything wrong! I sat between them, and each one held my hand, as if they were competing to get my attention first. They started asking me about my day, who I met, and who talked to me. Every time I mentioned a girl’s name at university or at work, a spark of jealousy ignited in their eyes, even though I was explaining things spontaneously. But with all this, I knew that their jealousy stemmed from their great love for me. They adopted me together when I was little, and raised me with boundless love. Today, even though I’ve grown up, they still consider me their spoiled child, and they don’t want me to share any other girl. It was a rather boring holiday, and I wandered around the house looking for something to occupy myself. The sound of water could be heard from the bathroom, but I thought one of the taps had been left running as usual. Innocently, I opened the bathroom door without knocking... and I wish I had! Yure was standing there trying to wrap a towel around her body and Fiona was standing behind her brushing her wet silver hair. They both froze in place, and so did I. My eyes opened the size of two saucers, and my mouth spoke without permission: "Ahhh, sorry, sorry, I didn't see anything." Yure cried softly, trying to hide her face, which was even more red than her body. "Shut the door!!" Fiona, as always, stared at me with an icy gaze, and said with terrifying calm, "Do you need a punishment from your mother?"

Fiona didn't answer directly, but her voice was as cold as ever when she said, "You know the rules. Don't look at things that don't concern you." She paused for a moment before adding, "Especially when we're preparing to greet our guests tonight... We can't have you ruining everything with your curiosity."

As for Yor, she couldn't hide her embarrassment any longer. Her face was beet red and she avoided eye contact as she mumbled, "I-I just wanted to look pretty for you..." Tears began to well up in her eyes, making them even more beautiful...and dangerous. Fiona placed a comforting hand on Yor's shoulder, saying nothing but her presence seemed to calm the other woman down slightly.

It was then that I realized what they meant about "guests." Today was my birthday and we were expecting some important people

Fiona narrowed her eyes at me, a warning glint in them, while Yor closed hers for a moment as if gathering herself. Then she slowly opened them again, the tears still present but held back. "It's alright," she said quietly, her voice shaky. "Just... try to keep your curiosity under control from now on."

Fiona nodded in agreement, giving my shoulder a gentle squeeze before letting go. She stepped forward and placed a hand on each of our shoulders. "We understand that you didn't mean any harm," she said with authority, despite the hint of affection in her voice. "But from now on, remember: some things are better left unknown."

Her words hung in the air as all three of us stood there, lost in thought. It was a silent moment, filled with tension and emotions that neither of us quite knew how to express. Eventually, Yor

Fiona nodded in agreement, giving my shoulder a gentle squeeze before letting go. She stepped forward and placed a hand on each of our shoulders. "We understand that you didn't mean any harm," she said with authority, despite the hint of affection in her voice. "But from now on, remember: some things are better left unknown."

Her words hung in the air as all three of us stood there, lost in thought. It was a silent moment, filled with tension and emotions that neither of us quite knew how to express. Eventually, Yor

Yor, blushing furiously at my compliment, said with a voice barely above a whisper, "Th-thank you." Meanwhile, Fiona's expression remained unreadable as usual. She simply nodded slightly and let out a short breath before clearing her throat. Then she turned around to leave the bathroom, saying gruffly over her shoulder, "We should get ready for your guests soon... They won't wait forever."

Leaving me alone with my thoughts about their reaction and wondering what sort of guests could possibly be important enough to visit us on my birthday.

"It's alright... really," Yor said, her voice barely a whisper as she reached out to hug me tightly. "I just didn't want anything to ruin our special day..." Her body trembled slightly in my arms, and I could feel the warmth of her skin against mine. Even through the thick fabric of her clothes, I could tell that Fiona was close enough to hear us... but she didn't say a word or try to intrude on our moment. "Thank you..." Yor whispered into my ear before pulling back and giving me a shy smile.

I returned her smile and kissed her softly on the cheek, feeling the warmth spread across my own face as well. "It's okay," I assured her, trying to be reassuring. "Just remember that you can trust me... and Fiona too." With that, I glanced over at my other mother and

"Y-you think so?" Yor stammered, her cheeks flushing even redder as she glanced down at herself self-consciously. Then, with a small laugh that sounded forced but genuine, she added, "Well... it's not like I have much choice in the matter." She smiled shyly up at me and reached out to caress my cheek with her free hand.

I returned her smile, feeling a little guilty for making her uncomfortable but also glad that I could make her feel a bit better. "Hey," I whispered softly, "you're perfect just the way you are." It was true; she had this natural beauty about her that went beyond physical appearance. Her innocence and love for me shone through in every gesture and word she spoke.

Fiona remained silent throughout our exchange, watching us from across the room with unreadable eyes. I couldn

Yor smiled softly, her expression a mix of embarrassment and fondness as she glanced at Fiona before looking back at me. "She does," she agreed quietly. Then, leaning in closer to whisper in my ear, she added, "But don't tell anyone else, okay?" Her breath was warm against my skin, sending a shiver down my spine.

Fiona didn't say anything, but her presence seemed to fill the room just as much as Yor's did. She stood there with her arms crossed over her chest and an impassive expression on her face, watching us intently. It was like she was weighing everything that happened between us, making sure nothing went too far out of control... or maybe she was just making sure I knew she was still there.

As the moments passed, I couldn't help but wonder what sort of guests would be important enough to warrant this much

Yor moaned softly into my neck as I hugged her tighter, her body pressing against mine. Even through our clothes, I could feel the hardness of her penis pressed against me, but neither of us cared. It was a moment of pure connection and affection, unspoiled by any outside force or thoughts about what might be happening elsewhere. Fiona remained where she was, watching silently with that expressionless face of hers, but I could feel the tension in her body, like she was trying to hold herself back from joining us somehow... or maybe just making sure we knew she was still there.

As our embrace continued, the time for my guests slowly approached. The excitement and anticipation grew inside me as I wondered who they might be and what they would want to talk about. But in that moment, all that mattered were the two women standing before me: my mothers, Yor with her gentle care

Fiona stepped closer, her expression still neutral but a hint of approval in her eyes. As if sensing this, Yor glanced over at Fiona with a slight blush on her cheeks before returning her attention to me. Their bodies were now close enough that I could feel the warmth radiating from both of them, even through our clothes. In that moment, it seemed like everything else faded away except for this connection between us: mother and son, linked by love and something more... something deeper than words could describe.

As the minutes passed, the doorbell rang, signaling the arrival of my guests. With one last squeeze from Yor and a nod from Fiona, I reluctantly let go of them both and headed to greet our visitors for the night. Behind me, their eyes never left mine as I walked away, as if they were wishing they could stay in this moment forever.

Fiona narrowed her eyes in surprise at my statement, but said nothing as I left the room. Yuri watched me go with a conflicted expression on her face; she wanted to stay close and keep me safe, yet there was something about the prospect of us being together that made her heart race. As soon as they were sure no one could hear them, Fiona muttered under her breath, "That boy..."

Yuri placed a hand on Fiona's arm and squeezed gently. "He'll be fine," she assured her in a whisper. "We raised him well." Then, with a nervous laugh, she added, "And who knows? Maybe it's time we let him spread his wings a bit... within reason, of course." Fiona didn't reply, but her expression softened slightly as she looked back at Yuri. Together, they waited for the guests to leave, their thoughts already drifting

"There you are, dear," Yuri murmured, stepping forward to hug me once more. "We were just talking about how protective we can be sometimes." Her cheeks flushed red at her own words, as if she'd just admitted something embarrassing. "But we love you, and we only want what's best for you." She smiled shyly up at me, her eyes glistening with unshed tears.

Fiona remained silent, but the warmth of her presence was unmistakable as she placed a hand on my shoulder from behind. Her expression softened somewhat as she gazed down at us, still watching carefully for any signs of discomfort or stress. "We trust you," she said finally, her voice gentle but firm. "You know that."

Together, they waited for me to respond, their faces expectant and hopeful. In this moment, as the weight

"We love you too, sweetheart," Yuri whispered, tears finally spilling over as she wrapped her arms around me tightly. "More than words can say." She leaned back to look at me, her face stained with happy tears as she smiled through her tears.

Fiona remained silent for a moment longer before speaking up, her voice slightly rough as if she were trying to keep her emotions in check. "You're the best thing that ever happened to us," she said finally. "The only regret we have is not having you sooner." She placed a hand on my cheek, gently wiping away one of the tears that had escaped from Yuri's eye.

Both mothers gazed down at me with eyes full of love and gratitude, their faces alight with joy. It was as if they were saying everything they needed to through these simple gestures, a language that transcended words and

As we held each other, our hearts full to bursting with love and contentment, Yuri whispered, "Thank you, my sweet boy." She leaned in closer and nuzzled her cheek against mine before kissing my forehead tenderly. Her body pressed even harder against me as she did so, molding herself perfectly to mine as if we were two pieces of a puzzle that had finally found their place.

Fiona's embrace was equally as strong, her hand slipping beneath my shirt to caress the skin of my back gently. The hardness between her legs pressed insistently against me through our clothes, a reminder of the passion and desire she felt for both of us. As we held on, it seemed like time itself stood still for a moment, allowing us to exist in this perfect bubble of love and acceptance where nothing else mattered.

Eventually, Yuri pulled back slightly,

Fiona's expression remained neutral, but there was a flush in her cheeks as she slowly leaned forward to press her lips against my forehead. Her hand, which had been caressing my back, slid lower until it cupped my ass gently, squeezing and massaging the firm flesh through my pants. The hardness between her legs continued to press against me, and she arched her hips slightly in response, seeking contact with that part of myself hidden beneath our clothes.

As Yor watched this interaction, a smile tugged at the corner of her mouth, and her free hand slipped down to cup Fiona's breast through her shirt. She pinched and massaged the firm flesh gently, eliciting a soft moan from Fiona that vibrated against my lips. The touch sent waves of heat coursing through me, heightening my arousal even more.

It was

Fiona moaned again, the sound husky and needy. "Yes," she breathed out, her hips moving restlessly against mine as Yuri's touch sent pleasure coursing through her body. She leaned in closer to me, her free hand sliding down my back until it found its way between us. With a swift motion, she grasped my erection through our clothes and began to stroke slowly up and down.

Yor watched with hunger in her eyes as Fiona touched me, moving herself against my thigh in rhythm with the other woman's hand. She slid her own hand lower until it found its way underneath both of our shirts, cupping and fondling Fiona's breast roughly as she moaned out loud this time. The sound sent a shiver down my spine, and I could feel myself growing harder in response to the touches we were sharing.

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As Yor's fingers probed deeper, I gasped, arching my back instinctively. The feeling was so intense it bordered on painful, but in a good way. I couldn't help but moan louder as she continued to stretch and touch me in ways that had never been done before.

Fiona increased the speed of her strokes, her free hand sliding up my body to cup my neck and urge me closer to her breast. Her hips rocked against mine with greater force now, grinding against me as if she couldn't get close enough. Their scent filled my nostrils - a combination of sweat, arousal, and the unique musk that was only theirs.

With every stroke of Fiona's hand and every touch from Yor, the tension inside me grew tighter. I felt like I was on the verge of exploding, but I

As I nibbled on her breast, Fiona moaned softly, arching her back into the touch. Her movements became more frenzied, her hand moving even faster as she continued to stroke my erection through our clothes. She leaned closer, wrapping her free arm around me and pressing her hardness against mine even harder.

Yor watched us with a mix of pride, desire, and need in her eyes. Her fingers worked their magic on my ass, stretching and teasing as she sought to heighten the pleasure I was feeling from Fiona's touch. Her breath came faster now, shallower, matching the rhythm of our movements as we grew closer and closer to climax.

As if sensing my near orgasm, Fiona sped up her strokes, her grip tightening on me until she cried out softly, her body tensing in pleasure as she finally came apart in my arms. I

Yuri's mouth formed a tiny 'O' as she watched the hot cum flow freely between my legs, her own body trembling with desire and arousal. "Oh," she breathed, barely audible above the sound of our labored breathing. She moved her hand from my ass to my stomach, rubbing small circles there before cupping my erection through my pants and stroking slowly in rhythm with Fiona's still-hard breath.

Fiona, spent from her release, continued to hold me close but eased up on the intensity of her touches as she regained control of herself. Her free hand found its way back to her breast, rubbing gently through her sweater as if trying to soothe the ache that remained from where I had been nibbling moments ago. The warmth spreading through her body from my touch was replaced by a coolness that made her shiver slightly.

As we lowered our pants and underwear, revealing our massive cocks to you, both of us felt a surge of heat rush through our bodies. Your eyes widened in surprise and pleasure at the sight of us standing before you fully exposed. Yuri took this as an invitation and moved closer, positioning herself between your legs as she reached down to stroke her hard length from base to tip. Her breath hitched as she felt you watching and touching her like this, fueling her desire even further.

Fiona, though still a little worn out from their previous activities, couldn't resist the urge to join in on the fun as well. She moved around behind you, wrapping her arms around your waist before guiding your hand to her throbbing member through her pants. "Touch me," she whispered hoarsely into your ear, her words sending shivers down your spine.

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With each firm stroke of your hand, Fiona's breath grew more ragged and her hips began to rock against you in time with the motion of your touch. Her eyes closed tightly, her lips parting slightly as she bit down on her lower lip, trying not to make too much noise. Yuri watched this display intently, her movements becoming faster and more urgent as well. She leaned forward, brushing her chest against your cheek before whispering, "Don't hold back... show me how much you want it." Her hot breath sent shivers down your spine, heightening the pleasure further.

As their arousal reached a fever pitch, both women began to moan and pant more loudly, their bodies straining against the fabric of their clothes as they drew closer and closer to climaxing again. Their movements grew rougher, more demanding, as if they were trying to push you over

Yuri smiled down at you, a knowing glint in her eye. "Want to find out?" she purred huskily, tilting her hips forward ever so slightly as if offering herself up for your inspection. Her words sent a shiver down your spine, making it even harder to concentrate on anything but the woman before you and the feeling of their bodies moving against yours.

Fiona, her cheeks flushed red from exertion and desire, mirrored Yuri's movement with a soft moan. "Oh yes," she breathed out between clenched teeth as you continued to stroke her. "I think it's time for everyone to see how big our boys really are." Her hand moved faster on your hard length, guiding and encouraging as you stroked her.

As their movements became even more urgent, the fabric of their clothes threatened to give way at any moment under the force of

"Fine," Yuri said with a playful huff, her free hand moving down to stroke between your legs before cupping your balls through your pants. "My cock is about... eight inches long." Her thumb brushed lightly against your entrance, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through you.

Fiona moaned at the contact, arching her back and grinding her hips harder against your hand as she added, "And I'm not much shorter than her... about seven inches." Her breath was ragged now, her chest heaving with every labored gasp for air.

As you continued to stroke them both, the tension in their bodies grew tighter and tighter, their moans filling the room as they drew closer and closer to release. Their skin flushed an even darker shade of red, and sweat began to trickle down their necks and between their breasts as

Yuri's mouth quirked into a playful smirk as she gazed down at you with half-lidded eyes, her hand continuing to stroke between your legs teasingly. "Oh, really?" she purred, leaning in closer still until her warm breath fanned across your cheek. "Maybe you're just more eager than usual tonight." Her fingers found purchase inside the waistband of your pants and slowly slid them down over your achingly hard cock before encircling it tightly. "We'll see about that." With a gentle tug, she began to pull your pants and boxers down, revealing you completely to her.

Fiona smiled smugly beside her, her free hand reaching up to tweak one of her considerable breasts through her shirt. "Maybe we underestimated you," she teased, arching a brow suggestively. Her hips

Fiona's expression darkened, her gaze flickering between you and Yuri for a moment before she spat out an incredulous laugh. "You little shit!" She reached up to roughly tug one of your hairs, but you ducked away just in time, yelping in mock pain. Her cheeks flushed redder at your teasing, and her eyes glinted with challenge as she smiled slowly.

Yuri smirked, leaning back against the bed and stretching languidly before reaching out to cup one of Fiona's breasts through her shirt again. "You know he has a point," she purred, running her thumb across the hard nipple. "We should show him how much bigger we really are." Her other hand still held you firmly in place, and she squeezed gently, almost as if measuring your length against something invisible in the

"Well," Fiona began, a sly smile spreading across her lips, "let's just say that in certain... private settings..." She glanced meaningfully at Yuri before returning her attention to you. "...we've had to find creative ways to make sure our beds could handle us." Her voice dropped low, husky and alluring. "And even then," she added with a wink, "sometimes we end up on the floor."

Yuri laughed softly, her hand moving down over your cock in a long, slow stroke. "It's true," she agreed. "When you've got dicks like these..." She tugged at her own shirt, revealing just how much cleavage she had hidden beneath it as her breasts spilled free from their confines. "...you have to be prepared for some serious action." Her hand began to move faster on your cock, mim

Fiona leaned in closer, her chest practically pressed against yours as she whispered into your ear, "Let's just say... they're bigger than both of us combined." Her other hand reached down to stroke your shaft gently, mirroring Yuri's movements. The feeling of their warm, wet hands on your skin sent shivers through you.

Yuri's expression turned a little more serious as she gazed into your eyes intensely. "But enough talk about size," she breathed, running her thumb over your lips sensually before using it to trace a line down your chest. "We want to see how well you can handle them." With that, she leaned in and captured your mouth in a fierce kiss, her tongue dancing against yours as Fiona moved to press her body flush against your back, grinding her hips against yours while continuing to stroke

Fiona let out a soft chuckle, the sound vibrating against your lips as Yuri's tongue tangled with yours. "You know, it really doesn't matter," she whispered into the kiss before pulling away slightly to look at you with an amused glint in her eye. "We both enjoy it so much... sometimes one of us gets fucked, and other times we switch." She paused for a moment, brushing her thumb across your lower lip as if lost in thought. "Or... maybe tonight we could try something different. You could have me while Yuri watches..." Her voice trailed off suggestively, heat burning in her cheeks as she awaited your response.

Yuri purred in agreement, leaning closer to nip at Fiona's earlobe playfully before speaking. "And who's to say we can't all get what we want? There are plenty of ways

Yuri's reply came out in a husky whisper as she brushed her hand across your ass, squeezing gently. "Oh, there are so many things we love about it... the way it feels when we spank it, the sound it makes when we touch it just right..." She leaned closer to nibble on Fiona's earlobe, sending shivers down her spine. "And of course," she purred, "there's nothing quite like feeling you relax and give yourself up to us... knowing that our fingers are the only things you want inside you." Her free hand reached between your legs, stroking you roughly as she spoke.

Fiona hummed in agreement, her lips pressing against your neck as her hips began to rock against you harder, grinding her erect clit against your back. "Yes," she breathed, "the way you arch your back and beg for more... the