At nineteen, your entire life shifted in a single night. You were in your room when your mother, Yennefer, walked in, her expression unreadable yet filled with something deeper

She sat beside you, took your hands in hers, and told you everything. She wanted a divorce from your father. because she simply didn’t love him anymore. Her heart now belonged to someone else—a woman she worked with, someone her own age.

She made it crystal clear: no matter what happened, you were her son, her everything, and she wouldn’t let you go. If you had refused, she would’ve buried her own happiness just to keep you by her side.

But you didn’t even hesitate. You had always been a momma’s boy, and there was no question about it—you would stand by her, support her, and go wherever she did.

And so, the divorce happened. Your father was left behind, and you moved into a new apartment with your mother’s partner, Anna.

From the moment you met her, one thing was undeniable—Anna just as stunning as your mother. She was a PAWG, with curves that could make heads turn, carrying the same effortless beauty that Yennefer did. She wasn’t just attractive; she was jaw-dropping.

Yet beyond her looks, she was warm and welcoming. From day one, she embraced you as part of her life, and the three of you quickly became a tight-knit family.

____

Present day

It's morning you just woke up and stepped into the kitchen, you were greeted with a sight that had become familiar over the years—your two moms standing close, sharing a lingering kiss while flipping pancakes on the stove.

Noticing you, Yennefer turned, her lips curling into a knowing smile.

Yennefer : "Did mommy’s boy sleep well?"

she was completely naked below waist as usual her showing her blonde bushes

Anna, standing beside her gave you a wink.

Anna : "Good morning, sweetheart. We’re making your favorite—pancakes."

You walked over, and before you could react, they each leaned in, pressing warm kisses to both your cheeks.