So Real Wtf

I go downstairs, knocking on my big sister’s door. She yells through, “Open!” so I step inside. I come in to a familiar sight, her leaning forward on her bed as she focuses on a game. “Hey, what’s up?”

“I’m lonely,” I squeak out. She just pats the bed next to her, so I sit down and lean on her shoulder.

A few seconds later I hear her whisper, “Fuck,” and she puts the controller down. She turns to me and wraps her arm around me, rubbing my shoulder. “What’s up, sis?” I just lean into her harder and curl into a ball. “Oh honey.. Comere,” she says as she scoops me into her lap.

“I’m sorry I always have to come to you. I know I’m probably annoying you.”

“No, no you aren’t. Not at all.” She holds me tight, leaning her head on me.

“Sis.. why didn’t they want me?” I ask, my voice breaking as I start to cry.

She just sighs. “Mom and Dad suck. They didn’t like it any better when I came out, but I was moving out, so it didn’t really matter. I’m really sorry they kicked you out.”

“No. Please don’t be sorry. I’m sorry you’re stuck with me.” She sits back and pulls me up to look at her face.

“Hey, I am not stuck with you. You had friends to stay with, and I insisted you come here. I love you.” She brushes the hair out of my face, wiping some of my tears away.

“But.. you don’t love me the same.”

“I… I know. It’s just, you’re my little sister. It’s not supposed to be that way.” She can’t look me in the eyes.

“But.. if it was normal.. would you?”

She pulls her hands away from me. “I- I don’t know. Can we not talk about this please? I already feel weird enough about the things we’ve done before.”

“I’m sorry…”

“It’s okay, seriously. I get it. It’s not like I’ve never though about it, even before you admitted it to me. It’s just… we aren’t supposed to.”

I sit up, trying to read her face as much as I can. “…We aren’t supposed to be trans either. Not supposed to be gay. Doing what you’re supposed to is boring.”

She perks up a little, contemplating. “That’s… a fair point, but one that I’m not sober enough to think about.”

“Can I sleep with you tonight?” I stick out my lip and give her puppy eyes.

She pretends to be annoyed with me. “Ugh, fine I guess,” she says as she cracks a smile. “Shirts stay on though!”

“But it gets hot under your thick blankets!!”

“Just… ughhh. You’re gonna get me in trouble, you know that?”

I smile at her and stick my tongue out playfully. “Yeahhh…” Then I take my shirt off and climb under her covers, noticing her eyes lingering on my chest longer than they’re ‘supposed to’ before I turn the light off. “Goodnight big sis!” I say as I feel her arms wrap around me. I’m safe.

Very flusteredly suckling big sis' supple breast mmznshmmnnf~

Do you like your big sisters' big tits? Do you want to squeeze and suck on them? Do you like it when she hugs you and you can feel them on your face? Don't worry, I won't tell mom. Just come here and let your big sister spoil you💜

polyamorous momcest my beloved

okay, so imagine. you're a tgirl in her twenties, and you have a pretty meh relationship with your mother. like, she wasn't a total piece of shit or anything, but it did take her a while to understand "the whole trans thing," and really she's just working though a lot of her own stuff right now - especially with the divorce, and her trying to find a new relationship - so you two don't really keep in touch. maybe a thanksgiving dinner or something every now and then, but that's about it.

at the same time, you have a *huge* momcest kink. maybe it's from a yearning for a better maternal figure, maybe it's a desire to be treated like the beloved daughter you've always been, maybe that's just your thing and it doesn't have that kind of psychological source or whatever.

So, getting off to it multiple times every night. you literally can't fall asleep without touching yourself to the thought of mommy fondling you and pressing against you and shoving her tongue down your mouth, yknow? normal stuff.

eventually you meet this gorgeous trans woman who's like twenty-something years older than you, and wouldn't you know it? she's into the exact same kind of stuff!

at first it's pretty much just sex. she's poly, but she has this other partner she's really serious about that you haven't met, so she's not really looking for another romantic relationship.

but then things start to change. you start to get to know each other better through after-care conversations and pillow talk, and before you can stop yourself, you're asking her to get coffee that weekend. and to your pleasant surprise, she says yes!

soon enough, it's pretty damn serious, and you're calling her your girlfriend and vice-versa. well, sometimes, that is. other times, when your out in the park, at a restaurant, or shopping together, she introduces you as her daughter - a possessive hand keeping you close to her as she does. it drives you up the wall every time, and you make sure to show her just how much as soon as the two of you are alone again.

eventually, she decides that you ought to meet her other partner. she really cares for you both, and wants to make sure that the two most important people in her life are able to - at the very least - get along over dinner.

that fateful night, she's driving you to her other girlfriend's house - that's probably a good sign, right? that she offered to host? you're definitely pretty nervous. it's almost what you imagine the experience of meeting a partner's parents to be, and you can't help but smile at the irony of that.

you know a little bit about your metamour. she's a couple years older than your girlfriend, she's a bit of a baby gay comparatively, and she hasn't come out to her family yet.

you're looking out the window of the passenger seat, and as you drive into the suburbs, you start to realize how familiar these streets are. this is where you grew up! what a fun coincidence! you say as much to your girlfriend, making small talk, neither of you thinking much of it.

then she turns down the street. then again. then again. with each turn you're getting closer and closer to your childhood home, and realization starts to dawn on you.

you're clinging on to what shred of denial you can even as your girlfriend parks in your mother's driveway, too shocked to say anything.

it's not until your mother answers the door that you finally have to admit to yourself what's happening.

the three of you spend forever feverishly and nervously talking around each other standing there on the front porch. your girlfriend is embarrassed - she never would have suggested this if she knew, and she can't believe that in all this time she forgot to so much as tell you the name of her other girlfriend. your mother is downright mortified - in the midst of everything else that's going on (which is definitely a fucking hell of a lot), this was certainly not how she expected to be coming out to you.

you mostly don't say anything. you're kinda surprised that you and your mom have the exact same taste in women - to the point of it being the exact same woman - but opt not to make a joke about it given present company's current emotional reactions.

you surprise yourself when you make your most substantial comment thus far:

"It's... it's pretty cold out here. Should we head inside? To keep talking? That's why we're here after all, right? To talk about this relationship?"

After a beat of silence, your mom nods her head and invites the two of you inside.

Dinner is just out of the oven by now, so you all give it a minute to cool, and you talk. You brought a bottle of wine - hoping to make a good impression with who you now realize is your own mother - and it's already gotten ample use out of the three of you. Your mom will probably be dipping into her own supply before dinner's over. It makes the talking easier, at the very least.

Once the shock wears off, you're all able to hold an actual conversation - even if your speech is slightly slurred. your mother says that you're an adult, and you have the right to date whoever you want. the same can obviously be said of her. and your girlfriend loves you both too much to let any of this impact her relationships with you.

so that's that. the dinner wraps up, and you and your girlfriend are *way* too drunk to drive home, so your mom nervously invites you to spend the night. you nervously accept, because you're not in the headspace for a DUI or a car crash tonight and you're not willing to risk it.

you're about in the middle of a quick and awkward conversation about bed logistics when your girlfriend - again, *impressively* drunk - makes a joke about previously thinking this night might end in a threesome before you all realized what you realized. the look on her face tells you she immediately regretted it, but you can't help but giggle all the same.

"Who knows? It still could."

You whip your head over to see your *mother* having just made that joke, start to drunk-giggle herself, but immediately come to make the same face of regret your girlfriend did.

and you're a little miffed because you were just about to make that very same joke yourself.

"Hey! No fair! You stole my joke!" you whine, devolving into laughter before you can even get to the "-k" in "joke." and then your girlfriend and your mom are both laughing with you. and then the sheen of awkwardness that had tainted this entire night is finally lifted, and it feels like what you had hoped it would be - a polycule of disaster lesbians in the same room just enjoying each other's company.

and then your mom goes, y'know what? the couch is really uncomfortable to sleep on, and the twin-mattress in your bedroom is too small. what if the three of you all just slept in *her* bed? after all, it wouldn't be the first time either of you shared a bed with her.

before you know it, you're all lying in your mother's bed. even for its size, it's a bit of a tight squeeze, but its just about the most warm and safe and comfortable you've ever felt in a bed. just laying there between both of your moms.

and maybe its the alcohol, or you're tired, or even just wishful thinking, but you swear - amidst the tight space and all the small body-adjustments made - you could feel your mother sleepily and drunkenly grinding into you.

as you go to sleep, you think that maybe this was worth all of the awkwardness

mum who tells you that shes out of condoms so youll just have to remember to pull out when you cum.

mum who locks her legs around you and pulls your face into her chest when you tell her youre close.

mum who strokes your hair as you whine and struggle to break free, who tells you that your new sibling is going to be so pretty.

Girl who has been trying and failing to feel loved her entire life: what if you were my mom?

Car Girl Anon with a 2 days later report!

We have not stopped fucking. I'm sore from how much we've been fucking. I asked her if we should start using condoms in the third round and my own flesh and blood mother laughed at the concept of it.

Daughters of the world : Be careful what you wish for, Your mom might turn out to be kind of a freak in bed, which is a lesson I learned when she put one of my hands on her throat and told me to start squeezing.

Car Girl Anon signing off 🫡

Car Girl Anon, congratulations on the rampant mother-sex. Try not to bruise your cock too badly while giving her womb-kisses.

This must be what getting your ear eaten out feels like, i wouldn't know im usually the one doing the "eating" ^///^

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u should cuddle ur older sister naked. u should hump her thigh and kiss her until she grabs ur legs and scissors u

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