Growing up in a lesbian household

As a teen I was sent to live with my aunt in DC. My parents divorced, my father was an alcoholic and my mother was so depressed she couldn't take care of me. When I arrived at my aunt's house, she actually lived in an apartment in a ten story block, one of three blocks for people on government assistance. She had a one bedroom apartment and she offered for me to sleep on the couch or I could sleep with her if she didn't have company. She also clarified that company was always the same woman, she didn't do guys.

In many occasions I got squeezed between her and her company, pressed between two women, who were kissing me and feeling me up. While one concentrated between my legs the other one kissed me and paid attention to my chest. I ate ** many nights, her company liked to share oral ** and I spent a lot of nights with her legs around my head and her face between my legs. Her company spent many nights with her, but kept her own place so that they didn't have to give up the government assistance.

A little older and datable I was introduced to many women and girls in the lesbian community. I was the youngest but by no means the one that sat out. I was pretty active, ** was for fun, so it went on between the girls on a fwb basis. If you fell in love that was one thing, but sleeping four to a bed was about **, nothing was sacred, and every hole got paid attention to. The good thing is that they never let a man get involved. This was strictly a lesbian thing.

My mother got better over time and when I was about to finish high school she came to visit. The whole life had to be put on hold. No parties, no overnights, not showering together. And my aunt went and bought me a set of good girl **, cotton briefs. My mother stayed for two weeks and during that time we lived as straight a life as you can imagine. The night she left, my aunts company came over and we had ** until the sun came up the next day.

Once I got to the point of being able to move out on my own, I moved to live with a lesbian girl I got along with. She was two years older and it was her apartment so she was ** in the relationship. Fine by me, I loved being made love to and I am naturally a pleaser, and being her bottom lover was much more than I could have asked for. My aunt is ** but I'm a bottom, my lover gets to wear the ** and I get to lay back and enjoy it. I liked my new roommate being ** with me and I want to be as fem as I can for her.

Two years after I moved in with her she asked me to get married. We invited my mother but she excused herself, she just couldn't face her daughter walking down the isle to marry a woman, even if that woman was the woman she was in love with. It's modern times we told her, and invited her to visit whenever she could. She has never visited. As a couple we don't go to the mix and match parties, we don't have ** with other people. Once you get married it's time to settle down to one person, and it's time to make love to her **, not go down on her. At least that is what we decided and my aunt agreea with us. Try it till you get bored, and then come over, your always welcome.