Babymama. (Lesbian Story)

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The house was quiet when we got home that night. I could hear Max's mama in the basement with the baby. But I could tell she had everything under control so I dragged Mac's drunk ass upstairs with me. Ever since we danced tonight, she'd been all over me. She was even humping me at one point when I took a break on one of the few couches throughout the house. She forced herself on me & grinded her crotch all over me for 15 minutes.
It was then finally I thought I should take her home. I'm glad I did because I could feel the Henny running through my veins. I wanted nothing more than to rip through Max's little dress & just devour her.

I lay Max down on our bed, being careful not to toss her too roughly. She smiles at me as she kicks off her heels & opens her legs up. Immediately I go for her panties, pulling them right off. Max lifted up her dress up over her waist, revealing her dripping wet pussy. Oh yeah, she was drunk alright. I could never get her horny this fast on my own, she was always playing like she didn't want to fuck.
Kneeling down, I bury my face in between her thighs. Instantly, goosebumps form on her legs & I can feel them rubbing against my neck. Max moans, running her fingers through my scalp.

This was the first time we fucked in so long. I missed how she tasted, how her skin felt & the sound of her moaning for me. Being in rehab & not being able to touch her whenever I wanted was so hard. It took a lot for me not to quit my program, simply cause of the fact that I missed Mac so much.
If you ask anyone that knows me, I guarantee you they never thought I'd settle down this soon. I used to fuck a different girl every week, & I never settled for one girl. I wouldn't get into a relationship no matter how cute I thought a girl was. No matter how many times I fucked the same bitch I'd never stay loyal.
But ever since the first moment I laid eyes on Mac, I could tell she was going to change my life. There was just something in her aura, something about the look in her eyes. She was special. I couldn't let someone like her slip away.

The next morning, I woke up feeling great. Mac was still asleep when I woke up & I didn't wanna bother her. I got up & brushed my teeth before heading down to the kitchen. Coffee was a must right now, I was so tired from last night. Mac's older brother Monet was digging through the refrigerator when I got down to the kitchen. I tried to be inconspicuous but he could hear me sneaking over to the coffee maker.
"You're up early, aren't you?" He questioned.
"I could ask you the same," I replied.
"I couldn't sleep through my sister's snoring no more."
"Damn, that little girl snores that loud?"
"They all do. Max got a surgery done on her nose about a year after she moved out to stop her snore."

I can't believe I was about to marry this girl & she never told me that. Not that it really mattered but it would be nice to know. You know? I guess Mo & I were making some noise too because more of Max's siblings began coming downstairs. They all
looked tired & annoyed, as if they had been woken up out of their sleep.
"What's wrong with you guys?" I ask.
"The baby started crying & Maxie got up, started fussing around." Masaccio explained.
"Too much damn noise up there," Kahlo added.

I laughed at him, he was clearly annoyed. They made themselves comfortable in the living room while Mo & I stayed behind in the kitchen and I made coffee.
"I heard you & my sister last night," Mo remarked.
"Oh God," I buried my face in my hands.
"You have a colorful vocabulary, miss."
"So does your sister!"
"Oh believe me, I know. I've heard her before,"
"You have?"
"Hell yeah. She used to sneak girls into the house all the time when no one was home. She would let it slide with me because she knew I was cool with it. I'd even keep watch for her sometimes," Mo explained.
"Thats so weird,"
"Someone had to watch out for her. She didn't have any support,"

I nodded at him. I understood where he was coming from completely. My sister was my main support system before I told my parents I was gay. I used to pretend to like guys because I was afraid they would hate me. I went to a middle school & a high school, both with very substantial LGBT populations. There would be times I would hear about a kid in my school having to live in a shelter because their parents kicked them out for being gay, or bisexual, or transgendered. I never wanted that to happen to me.
I came out to my parents at the end of my Junior Year of High School. Eventually they were going to fond out because I was taking another girl from my school to the Junior Prom. My mom was one of those parents who was always doing something extra. She insisted on doing a makeshift photoshoot for every major event in my life. So bringing a girl home the night of junior prom would be a little surprising for her.
My parents were the best though, they never made me feel different or left out. They embraced my sexuality & supported me through everything. So I couldn't imagine how hard it was for Max to not only lack support but to be kicked out of her home at 17. I was independent but I don't know if I would've been able to survive on my own at 17.

I can hear footsteps coming down the stairs. I turn to see Mac coming down the steps with Camille in her arms. Mac still had makeup on from last night & she barely even got dressed. She was in a sports bra & sweatpants. I doubt she had any panties on.
"You look like hell," I remarked as she got closer.
"I was asleep & she woke me up." Mac replied.
"You were dead when I got up, she woke you up from the other room?"
"If she even breathes funny, I hear it. I'm paranoid as fuck about her,"

Camille was squirming around in Max's arms. I could tell by her behavior she was probably hungry. She got really fussy around feeding time. So I told Macabre to sit down while I made Camille a bottle & poured her a cup of coffee. Max was exhausted, she shouldn't even be awake right now. She was just too proud to ask for anyone's help. Last night was the first time since Cami was born that she let the baby out of her sight.
"You need to be sleeping," I remark, placing a steaming cup of coffee down in front of Mac.
"Not when my daughter needs me," Mac replied.
"Thats why I'm here, shes my daughter too. I can take care of her if she needs something,"
"I know but-,"
"But nothing, you're gonna make yourself sick if you don't take a break once in a while."

Max shakes her head at me, taking a big gulp of her coffee. She immediately lets out a loud yelp after swallowing.
"Goddamn it! Did you brew this shit in a witch's cauldron? Why the fuck is it so hot?" She hollered.
"I just made it, stupid." I teased her.
"Warn me next time, Jesus Christ."

I bursted into laughter as she began to finally feed Camille. Thankfully I tested Camille's milk before I even gave it to Max, so Cami wouldn't get burned. Max glared at me, as if I burned her on purpose. I suppose she was embarrassed cause now all her siblings were snickering at her.
"Stop pouting," I scold her.
"Or what?" She countered.
"You'll find out if you keep pouting,"
"Ooh," Max's siblings instigate from afar.

Although Max & I just had mind blowing sex last night, there was still a lot of sexual tension between us and her siblings knew that. If Monet could hear us fucking from all the way down the hall then I knew the rest of them heard us. The most awkward part was her mom probably heard us too which was gross.