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?"

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's expression didn't change, still cold and unyielding, but a small hint of warmth crept into Yur's gaze as she said softly, "There's no need to apologize. We were both in the wrong for not locking the door." She looked at Fiona, who only slightly narrowed her eyes in response before looking away. "Still... You shouldn't be seeing things like that," Yur continued, hugging me gently as she spoke. "It was an accident, but..." Her voice trailed off and she blushed deeply. Fiona remained silent for a moment before finally saying with her usual cold tone, "He shouldn't have been in there in the first place. I will make sure it won't happen again." The hint of warmth disappeared from Yur's eyes as she looked back at me worriedly. "Don't worry,

"It's alright, you didn't do anything wrong," Yur said softly, patting my back gently as she did so. "But still... we should talk about it later." Her voice trailed off again and she bit her lower lip, looking flustered. Fiona glanced at the clock on the wall before speaking up in her usual stern tone, "I have to leave now. We'll discuss this later when you get home." Without another word, she stood up and left the room, silently closing the door behind her. The tension in the air seemed to dissipate slightly as Yor let out a shaky breath. "Come here," she said, pulling me close and resting her chin on my shoulder. "We'll talk about it later, okay? Just between us." I nodded numbly, feeling guilty but also confused by the strange dynamic between my two mothers.

"Shh... It's okay to look, really," Yur whispered, her voice gentle but shaky. "We both know it's there..." She paused for a moment before continuing, her cheeks flushing a deeper shade of red as she said, "But please don't stare so much... It makes me uncomfortable." With a small sigh, she wrapped her arms more tightly around me and buried her face in my hair.

Yur's cheeks burned even hotter at the feel of her cock brushing against my stomach. "Oh, I-I didn't mean to..." she stammered, trying to pull away from me slightly but only tightening her grip in confusion. She blushed even deeper as she felt herself grow harder against my belly. "L-let's just... talk about this later," she managed to say after a moment, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart. With a last squeeze, she released me and sat back with a distant look in her eyes, avoiding eye contact as if afraid that if she did, it would only make things worse.

"A... ajuda?" Yur asked, still not looking at me directly. Her voice wavered uncertainly as she seemed to consider the possibility of accepting help from her son. A hint of desperation tinged her words, making it clear that she was far more vulnerable and confused than she let on most of the time. Meanwhile, Fiona's expression remained unreadable as she reentered the room silently. She walked up behind Yor and wrapped an arm around her waist in a surprisingly tender gesture before pulling her close. With her other hand, she gently cupped Yur's cheek and turned it so that their eyes met. "We can get through this together," Fiona said softly, her voice reassuring but commanding. Yur visibly stiffened at the feel of Fiona's touch, yet something about it also seemed to comfort her. She swallowed hard

Fiona smiled slightly, her expression both understanding and knowing. "It's just... part of who we are," she said softly, running a thumb over Yur's bottom lip. "Sometimes it gets that way, especially when we feel... protective." Her voice trailed off as she continued to caress Yor's cheek, their gazes never leaving each other's eyes. Yur bit her lower lip and nodded slightly, unable or unwilling to meet Fiona's stare for long. Instead, she focused on the hand still gently cupping her cheek, feeling strangely safe and protected by this silent display of affection from her partner in everything. "I... I know," she whispered hoarsely. "We'll be fine."

The tension in the room seemed to ease as they continued to hold each other close, their silent communication speaking volumes about their complicated relationship and their unbreak

Fiona raised an eyebrow at my question, looking amused but also slightly irritated. She glanced over at Yor, who seemed to sense the exchange of glances and shifted uncomfortably in her seat. "You can talk to me if you must," she said quietly, still holding onto Yur's shoulder. "But I'd rather not discuss such... intimate matters with both of you present." There was a hint of warning in her tone, as if she expected trouble from either of us.

Yor looked torn between wanting to protect me and respecting Fiona's boundaries. Finally, she cleared her throat and said, "I think I'll leave you two alone for now." With that, she got up and left the room without another word.

As soon as the door closed behind her, Fiona turned back to face me with a steely gaze. "Well? What did you

"Speak your mind then," she said curtly, her hand still on Yur's shoulder. Despite the icy tone, there was an air of expectation in the room, as if she were bracing herself for whatever I had to say.

I swallowed hard and forced myself to meet Fiona's gaze, even though it made my skin crawl with unease. "I... I saw you with her tonight," I said, referring to the person who had followed me home earlier. My voice came out raspy and nervous. "And I just wanted to know... why?"

Fiona raised an eyebrow, unimpressed by my questions. "Why do you think?" she asked coldly.

Fiona stared at me blankly, her expression unreadable. "You... you're interested?" she asked slowly, as if doubting my words. Yur looked between the two of us with wide eyes, her mouth open in shock. A moment later, a blush crept up from her collarbone and spread across her face, making her entire body flush red. "Well," Fiona began, her voice hardening again. "I'll admit that I... didn't want to give you false hopes. But since it seems like you really do care..." Her gaze flicked to Yur before returning to me. "We might consider letting you watch sometimes."

Yur gasped, her eyes widening further as if she couldn't believe what Fiona was saying. The tension in the room seemed to ratchet up another notch as they both waited for my response.

Fiona's expression remained cold as she fixed me with a piercing gaze. "We'll... think about it," she said slowly, her voice heavy with warning. Yur looked visibly relieved at this, her body language relaxing slightly from its tense state moments ago. She glanced back and forth between us, seemingly unsure what to make of the sudden turn of events. "But understand one thing," Fiona continued, lowering her voice, "this doesn't mean you get to do anything you want. You will respect our boundaries, or else... we'll find a way to keep you at arm's length again." Her eyes narrowed menacingly as she spoke these words, making it clear that she wasn't playing games anymore.