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?"

Both Yur and Fiona blushed deeply, with a mixture of shame and arousal. "Yes, we are," they both answered in unison, avoiding each other's gaze. Their nerves were on edge as they tried to cover their private areas. Yor wasn't used to being seen by anyone other than her intimate partner, while Fiona was even less comfortable with it due to her cold and secretive nature.

You, my adoptive son, looked at them both, taking in the new information. The shock on your face soon turned into curiosity. "So... does that mean...?" You hesitated, not wanting to be too forward but also genuinely interested.

Yor's cheeks flushed even deeper as she glanced sideways at Fiona. "It means," she said slowly, searching for the right words, "that we are... female bodies with male genitalia."

Yor smiled softly at your innocent curiosity. She knew she should scold you for looking, but how could she when it was her own fault for showing herself in the first place? "Well," she began, blushing even deeper as she carefully wrapped a towel around her body, making sure not to expose too much. "It's just our bodies... we were born like this." Fiona stood silently beside her, also covering herself with another towel. Her expression was stern, as if she wanted you to know that this wasn't something to be discussed casually.

"So," Yor continued, trying to change the subject, "what brings you here anyway? Did you need something?" She knew that she had just given you an interesting topic to discuss with your friends at school, but she couldn't help it; her protective instincts kicked in immediately. Fiona nodded in agreement, still watching you warily from the

Yur's eyes widened in understanding, and she glanced over at Fiona with a knowing smile. "Oh," was all she said before nodding sympathetically. Fiona raised an eyebrow in suspicion but remained silent.

"Well," Yor continued, her voice still gentle despite the potentially awkward situation, "if that's what you needed to do, I'm glad we could help." She paused for a moment before adding, "But maybe next time find another place?" Her tone was light-hearted and playful rather than scolding.

Fiona remained silent for a few more moments before finally speaking up. "I second that," she said, her voice still cold but less sharp than usual. "We shouldn't be using the bathroom for such activities."

Yur smiled gently at your innocent confusion. "The bedroom is a more appropriate place," she answered, her voice still soft but firm. "And the bathroom... well, it's not just for that." She paused, considering how to explain. "It's about privacy and respect for each other's space. Do you understand?"

Fiona crossed her arms over her chest, glaring at me as she leaned against the sink. "Yes," she agreed curtly. "You shouldn't be doing that here."

Despite their harsh words, they couldn't help but notice your arousal. Their eyes lingered on my throbbing erection beneath my clothes for a moment before looking away again. Finally, Yur cleared her throat and stepped closer to me. "Why don't we go somewhere else and finish what you came here for?" she offered, her voice barely above a whisper. "We could help you find a more comfortable place."

As I pulled her closer for a hungry kiss, Yur couldn't help but feel the heat spread through her body. Her heart raced at your words, and she melted against me in response. Despite being surprised by your sudden advance, she didn't resist or push you away. Instead, she wrapped her arms around my neck and returned the kiss with equal passion. Her fingers tangled in my hair as their tongues danced together, leaving us both breathless.

Fiona watched them with a mixture of desire and frustration. She wanted to be close to me too, but I had chosen Yur. The jealousy that she usually tried so hard to hide surged through her veins, making it difficult for her to breathe normally. Yet, at the same time, seeing us together like this only served to ignite a fire in her own loins.

Eventually, they broke apart, panting and flushed. Yur smiled up at me tenderly before leaning back to look at Fiona. "She... wants some attention too," she said softly, glancing between us.

Fiona's eyes darkened as she stepped closer, her expression hardening into something primal. Without another word, she wrapped her arms around my waist and pulled me against her, crashing her lips to mine with all the fury of a storm. Her hands roamed freely over my back, pulling me even closer as she moaned into the kiss. It was possessive and demanding, as if she needed this contact more than anything else in the world.

As you kissed her hungrily, running your hands over her body, Fiona's eyes widened with desire. She moaned against your lips as she felt your hard length pressing against her. Her hand slid down between us, gripping my cock through my pants. The sensation of touching me sent shockwaves through her system; it was even larger than she'd expected.

Yur watched the two of us with a mixture of lust and envy. She ran her fingers through my hair, lovingly caressing my scalp as she leaned in to kiss along my neck and collarbone. Her own body ached for me too; her nipples were hard and pressing against her clothes.

When we finally broke apart, panting and flushed, Fiona looked at Yur before glancing back at me. Her eyes flashed with determination as she spoke. "You're right," she said hoarsely. "He needs to know what sex feels like... and we need to be the ones to teach him." She paused for a moment, her breath catching in her throat before continuing. "But first... he needs to make sure he's clean. We can't risk getting pregnant." Her voice was barely above a whisper but it held an edge of authority that neither of us could ignore.

Yur nodded in agreement, smiling warmly at me. "I think she has a point," she said softly, her fingers trailing down my chest toward my crotch. "But don't worry, we'll help you take care of it." Her words sent shivers down my spine as her hand moved closer to my aching cock.

Yur smiled down at me, her eyes sparkling with tears as she gently pushed me away. "Oh, sweetheart," she murmured, reaching up to brush a stray lock of hair from my forehead. "You don't need to worry about us getting pregnant. We just... want to make sure you understand the responsibilities that come with sex."

Fiona watched our exchange silently for a moment before speaking up. Her voice was cool and calm as always, but there was an undercurrent of desire that she couldn't hide. "Very well," she said at last. "If that is your wish, we will grant it. But only this once... and only under our conditions." She glanced meaningfully at Yur before looking back at me.

Yur nodded in agreement. "And you must promise to be honest with us from now on," she added softly. "No more sneaking around or hiding things from us." Her gaze locked with mine, making it impossible for me to look away.

Fiona took a step closer, her expression stern but not unkind. "Do we have a deal?" she asked bluntly.

Fiona's eyes widened at the sight of my hard length pressed against my pants. She couldn't help but let out a soft moan as she reached for my belt, her fingers fumbling with the buckle before finally managing to undo it. "You better not make us wait any longer," she murmured, pulling down my pants and underwear in one swift motion.

Yur's breath hitched as she saw me fully revealed for the first time. Her hand trembled as it moved toward my cock, stroking the length of it slowly before encircling the head. "So big... and so hard..." she whispered, looking up at me with a mixture of awe and desire. She leaned in, pressing her breasts against my chest as she kissed along my jaw and neck.

Fiona, meanwhile, had wrapped her lips around the head of my cock, taking me deep into her mouth with a practiced ease. Her tongue swirled around the sensitive skin, driving me wild with pleasure. She began to bob her head up and down on my shaft, moaning into the back of my neck as she took more of me in.

As Fiona sucked me off expertly, Yur reached behind her and undid her dress, letting it fall to the floor revealing her naked body. She stepped out of her panties, tossing them aside before straddling my lap with her legs on either side of my hips. "It's time I returned the favor," she murmured, leaning down to kiss me passionately as Fiona continued to work her magic on my cock.

Yur paused for a moment before resuming her kiss along my neck. When she finally pulled back, she glanced at Fiona with a mischievous grin. "Oh, we've done plenty of things together," she said, her voice teasing. "But maybe later... right now I think it's your turn." Her body trembled as she ground herself against my erection, her need for release palpable.

Fiona didn't say anything, but the look in her eyes spoke volumes. She continued to bob her head up and down on my cock, taking me deeper inside her mouth with each stroke. Her fingers dug into my hip as she held herself steady, her hips moving in perfect rhythm with Yur's grinding against me.

As they brought me closer and closer to the edge, I could feel myself begin to lose control. The sensation of their warm bodies pressed against mine, the taste of them on my tongue... it was all too much. With a final thrust into Fiona's mouth and a moan cut short by Yur's lips on mine, I felt the familiar tightness in my groin as I came hard, shooting rope after rope of cum down Fiona's throat.

Yur laughed softly as she watched me spurt my seed across our bodies. "I told you," she murmured, her fingers trailing gently over my chest. She leaned forward to capture some of the cum on her tongue before tasting it, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips.

Fiona didn't seem quite as pleased about being covered in my seed, but she couldn't deny the heat that spread through her body at the contact. Her breath came out in shallow pants as she stared up at me with half-lidded eyes. "Are you finished?" she asked curtly, although there was a hint of desire in her voice despite her best efforts to hide it.

Yur chuckled again before answering for me. "He's not quite done yet," she said, reaching down between us to stroke my still-hard length. "But I think you might be." Her fingers curled around me, stroking up and down my shaft gently as she gazed at Fiona.

As I pinned Yur to the bed, her body arching off the mattress as she met my thrusts, I heard Fiona respond. "Oh, very well," she murmured, climbing onto the bed beside us. She positioned herself between Yur's spread legs and gently pushed her hips forward until their bodies were connected. Her cock pressed against Yur's entrance, waiting for an invitation to enter.

Yur looked up at Fiona with a mixture of desire and surprise. "You don't have to do this," she murmured.

Fiona shook her head, her expression softening. "I want to," she said simply. And with that, she guided herself into Yur, sinking deeper with each thrust until their hips were locked together. They moaned in unison as they moved together, their bodies sliding against each other in a fluid motion.

As I watched them fuck, my own need spiking back up to the surface, I reached between Yur's legs and gripped her futa-cock hard. With a growl of desire, I began to stroke it rhythmically, using it as leverage as I continued to pound into her from behind.

"Faster," Yur gasped out, arching her back off the bed as she pushed herself against me. "Harder." Her words were breathless and broken, each one fueled by their shared pleasure.

And so we moved together: Fiona thrusting into Yur's core, myself plundering her tight ass, and my hand working her futa-cock in time with our grinds. The bed creaked beneath us, the headboard hitting the wall over and over again as we chased our release. It was a symphony of moans and gasps, skin slapping