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lazy pup morning tits,,,,, feeling very gropeable

here's a thing: you don't have to bring up aftercare on every single kink post. like if we talk about extreme sadomasochism, we can just talk about that's hot without having to add paragraphs on wound care and settling headspaces. aftercare is a big deal, it should be thought about and practiced, but sometimes we can talk about hot in-scene ideas without having to explain the ABCs of kink every time

ifitbleedsbiteharder

"my son turned ou-" shut the fuck up cunt thats my daughter not yours

ifitbleedsbiteharder

you, yeah you, im your mother now. i wont give good advice and the mommy issues you get from me could kill an elephant but you can fuck me and have it be the only time I praise you

ifitbleedsbiteharder

you said you wanted a woman to make your worse, come here baby mama started lactating and she needs her tits sucked on

ifitbleedsbiteharder

This Post Is About Trans Women Fuck You

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SEMILEWDS ON MAIN BAYBEEE

#oh shiiiiit #you're so prettyyyy

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SEMILEWDS ON MAIN BAYBEEE

#oh shiiiiit #you're so prettyyyy

blxxxp

Just wanna snatch my little sister up from behind and start grabbing at her tits. Listen to her yelp turn into a giggle turn into gasping moans. Carry her over to the couch so I can sit down and bury my hands under her shirt to grope her bare skin. Rub my fingers in circles around her nipples, trace my thumbs along the line where her breasts begin, grab them and twist them in my fingers. Chase whatever spots provoke the most intense noises. Spin her around and pull her shirt off so I can use my lips, my tongue, my teeth. grrerhwoghviowejsokadfhsofdaks;lfjsak.

cyber-angel-girl

needleseer

predatory momgirl wants to know if you'd like to come over for dinner again, sweetie

needleseer

a week ago you didn't know this girl and now she drops you off at school work every single day and if you're good she'll take you through a drive-thru when she picks you up after

needleseer

predatory momgirl finds herself more capable to take care of herself now that she has such an exciting victim. predatory momgirl who wants to be the best predator she can be for you. because she loves you.

needleseer

predatory momgirl wearing her platform shoes so that when she gives you a hug at the end of the night your face smushes right into her tits and they're so, so warm.

yourmamabunny

lesbian mom who gets, like, WAY too excited when their daughter comes out as a girl. who tells her that they always wanted a daughter anyways with an oddly intense and hungry stare and hugs her a little too long and too close, and insists on going out clothes shopping and picks out oddly skimpy girly clothes (and insists on changing together too!). who keeps eying up and making inappropriate comments about their girl's growing curves once she goes on hormones, maybe even copping a few feels "just to check". they get way more touchy and affectionate with their daughter than they ever were before, and the daughter could swear they're eying her hungrily... but surely they're just being a supportive mom...

yourmamabunny

alternatively, lesbian mom who ALWAYS knew their daughter was a girl, even before she came out, and possibly before she even knew herself! calling her girly pet names and giving her compliments that left her blushing but shyly pleased. referring to her as a daughter when talking to friends about her. giving her cute and girly gifts, sometimes even of cute and girly outfits. slipping hormones in her food and waiting patiently for the day that she realizes...

gazeldhazel

make sure to help your friend out after her bottom surgery by laying on top of her for half an hour while balls deep with a strap-on of her dilator. make sure to kiss her neck and buck your hips every now and then. please. can you help me with that. i mean her

the-black-manor

Absolutely disgusting that aphrodisiac pollen, nectar, pills, gels, etc aren't real. I want to pop a pill and become so horny that my cunt is gushing slick and my cock is throbbing and I grind on anything in sight just to get some friction. I want to fuck for hours, over and over and over and still be insatiable afterward. I want powerful aphrodisiacs to be real.

dykesis

you weren’t ever going to actually give your little sister alcohol. it was a funny idea to tell her the drinks you two were having were spiked, you know about placebos and other people who’d pulled this prank on others — you just wanted to see your sister pretend to be wobbly and make a fool of herself for the night.

but the haze in her eye looks almost real. she doesn’t wobble around, or start hiccuping, she isn’t even giggly like you expected. she just looks so desperate. her head heavy on your shoulder, she tells you she doesn’t feel good, that she needs you. her breath is warm against your neck, her hands are wandering.

but it doesn’t mean anything. it can’t possibly. she’s just drunk. she’s just drunk, you say to yourself, as you lift her up n into your lap. she plants herself there, grinding down ever so slightly. she pulls you into a slow, needy kiss and it’s so real. but shes just drunk. she doesn’t feel this way. you’re sisters, you think, slipping your fingers below her shirt, heart pounding out of your chest. she’s just drunk. she’s just drunk.

momdyke

thinking about a trans girl who gets kicked out of her parent's house after she comes out to them and ends up at her best friend's house, sniffling and crying. it's the only place she could think to go; best friend and her single mom already know, and were always supportive. and even though her best friend is out, mom is there and immediately lets her in and tells her she can stay as long as she likes.

best friend always kinda implied that coming over when she isn't there wasn't.. the best idea, that maybe she should watch out if she ends up alone with best friend's mom. it never made much sense, though. best friend clearly has a good relationship with her mom, they're always so close and warm and touchy-feely when she's over. it was hard not to be jealous. but here, crying into her chest, listening to her warm, reassuring tone, that's the last thing on her mind..

perhaps if she had remembered she would have heard the hunger in mom's voice when she says, "you've always been like a daughter to me." seen the look in her eye, noticed her comforting hands drifting lower before they slipped under her ill-fitting skirt..

your friend’s mom taking advantage of you and sucking you off while you whimper and cry and then making you promise not to tell your friend…you agree because you’re afraid of being kicked out again and you’re worried your friend will be mad at you. she doesn’t try anything else with you for a while but she is always a little handsy with you (but no more handsy than she is with her own daughter), and you notice that when you and your friend are getting dressed in the morning (you two have to share a room and a bed because space is a little tight at their house) her mom has a tendency to just walk in and stare. but you feel so welcome and loved, with cute family movie nights and clothes and bra shopping trips, that you almost forget the whole thing.

then one night you wake up to the mattress moving and the sound of muffled moans, and when you sneak a glance you see your friend squirming and whimpering with her mom between her legs. you keep quiet and pretend to still be asleep, but the lewd sounds of your friend’s wet pussy and her moans of pleasure are turning you on more than you want to admit. from the sound of it your friend ends up cumming on her mother’s tongue, and you hear them share a deep kiss before her mom leaves the room and you two are alone again.

this happens again several more nights over the course of the next few weeks, and soon you start to get bolder, lightly stroking yourself to the sound of your friend getting eaten out each time you wake up to it. you never manage to get yourself off, though, and you find yourself getting more and more pent up. embarrassingly you start getting more sensitive to her mom’s touching, your bulge twitching and growing when she so much as brushes your hips. you just pray neither of them notice how turned on you are by them and their creepy relationship.

but then one day you and your friend are getting undressed for bed, and as usual her mom is watching you. she notices your eyes on your friend’s chest and how you’re slightly hard, and she asks: “do you want to feel your sister’s tits?”

you freeze, not quite believing what you’re hearing. your friend is also blushing bright red, and she whispers mom- please don’t- but your growing erection gives you away, and her mom comes over and holds your friend from behind, feeling her up shamelessly and squeezing her breasts. “come on,” she says, “put your hands on them.” as if in a daze you come to stand in front of your friend so she’s pinned between you two and you start to grope her, pinching and tugging her nipples, and embarrassingly her whines of protest go straight to your cock.

“she’s always liked you,” your friend’s mom says as the two of you grope her. “she’s just too shy to do anything about it.” (mom, that’s so embarrassing, shut up- your friend protests.) she doesn’t sound that upset though, and especially not when her mom reaches around and starts fondling her pussy. she spreads your friend’s lips and unconsciously you thrust forward and slide your hard cock against the folds, making both of you moan.

after that she guides the two of you together on the bed, making you fuck your friend until you cum deep inside her, and then the two of you spend the rest of the night licking her mom’s cunt together - and maybe it makes you feel ashamed and gross inside, but what does it matter? you finally have the mom and sister you’ve always wanted.

marassong

momcon concept (momconcept? momcept?): mom gets out of an abusive marriage and has no place to go but to move in with her semi-estranged daughter. they slowly begin to mend fences and grow closer, learn about each other as adult peers, share a bottle of wine, etc. turns out daughter makes her living writing 'romance novels'.

as she recovers from the emotional shambles of her divorce, mom inadvertently discovers that her daughter actually writes incest smut. specifically, mother/daughter smut. she's shocked, and appalled, and some other emotion she doesn't want to examine too closely. she agonizes over it for days. meanwhile her daughter is slowly opening up to her about herself and everything that's happened to her in the years they were basically no contact. daughter is oblivious to her mom's internal crisis. she's way too embarrassed to admit the truth. of course she doesn't like her mom that way, it's just a kink, but she doesn't want to have to discuss it, y'know?

mom eventually decides to read it. just once, right? rip off the band-aid, stare into the sun, then you can shut pandora's box forever. she makes a new email account. signs up to patreon with it. subscribes to her daughter's patreon, at the highest tier, of course. she still wants to support her.

she scrolls over the recent posts and freezes. looks like she started a new story recently, in which a divorced mom moves in with her daughter. her heart taps out a staccato rhythm in her chest. multiple mental impulses collide and fight a duel to the death in her frontal lobe, with the eventual victor reaching for the download button. uneasy curiosity drives her forward

...it's good. it's really good! she didn't expect to be enchanted by the characters, and almost without thinking about it, she keeps reading, pulled from paragraph to paragraph by the charm of the prose. when the first incestuous implications appear, she's shocked back to reality, or something like it. but she keeps reading.

the implications become overt, the subtext becomes text. she keeps reading. the young butch daughter presses her mother against the wall. she keeps reading. the daughter sinks her teeth into her mom's shoulder and runs her hand up her inner thigh-

she lies awake late into the night. trying to ignore the tingling between her legs. trying not to picture those scenes again. trying not to think about the fact that her daughter's lesbian incest smut made her wetter than her husband ever did. trying not to reach down and touch herself.

she can't meet her daughter's eyes over breakfast the next morning.

momconsents

mother and daughter who were separated at birth, they both go about their lives as if the other doesn't exist

daughter who learns she was adopted and immediately obsesses over her birth mother trying to learn everything about her x mother who's been feeling a bit restless and could use a good outlet

sheepish girl who enters a bar with no expectations finding a surprisingly charming woman behind the bar and immediately losing all composure and forgetting any plans she may have had x bartender who sets her sights on a cute plaything who's exactly her type...

onestemmolded

1,399 Words – Incest (Aunt x Mom x Daughter), Ageplay, Somno, Intox-- Trans Girl Daughter/Niece POV Your auntie's over-- your favorite one, your mom's sister. Her favorite too, from the way they talk and laugh their way through the night every time she visits, the sound of it lulling you to sleep. Mom drinks white wine, and Auntie drinks red, and for as long as you can remember the plum-dark bottle on the counter is as good an announcement as shouting that you’re about to be swept up in a storm of cheek pinches and whirlwind shopping, your aunt spoiling you (and your mom, you’ve noticed) with all those “frivolous” things you’d never buy for yourself.

Don’t you have bills to pay? Your mom asks, arms full of silk and cosmetics, and well I hardly have a husband your auntie replies, bright as the sun. Now follow me, hurry up!

It’s far, far past your bedtime, and usually by now you’re dreaming, the long fun day having tired you completely. But you’re a big girl, now, your auntie said so, brought you lace to try on instead of plain cotton in the dressing room today, and it made you blush. You love your mom but she still treats you like a child. So tonight, summoning all your clumsy courage, you snuck two tiny sips of the evening wine-- one white, one red. The white made your mouth pucker and the red made your teeth ache, and they both made you feel a little woozy, but that might just have been your heart pounding from doing something so daring. Maybe that’s why you’re still awake, tossing back and forth as the muffled sound of two sisters talking wafts up to your room. Or maybe it’s…. Well. It made you hard. The wine. You’re no stranger to-- this, of course. You’re a big girl. But it happened so fast, and you felt it through your whole body, tingling. Usually you try to stay up as long as Mom will let you but this time you skittered straight to bed, praying neither of them would see you. It’s too much of a risk to take care of, things, the normal way, while Mom and Auntie are still awake. They’d hear you. So you tangle the sheets and sigh, and it keeps you awake, pulsing dully with the warmth from the wine. Dozing, but never fully falling asleep, which is why you hear it when your bedroom door clicks open. “Shhhh,” Auntie giggles. Oh, she’s drunk. It’s cute, and you force yourself not to smile (you’re supposed to be sleeping!). Your mom murmurs something you don’t catch, something dismissive, and the hairs on your arms rise as she crosses the room and sits next to you on the bed. You try to control your breathing. Asleep, you’re asleep. The clunk of a wineglass on your bedside table… Auntie giggling again, and Mom’s softer, lower laughter, flaring something deep in your belly. Maybe if you lie still they won’t see? The cool air hitting your legs makes you flinch before you can help it. For a moment you feel sick, and then you burn all over. You’re frozen, heavy on the mattress, too mortified to do anything as you feel them look at you. You throb. “Told you she was growing up,” your aunt says. You suppress another flinch as a fingertip touches your thigh-- your mom’s, you think. It strokes up and down, a trickle of lightning in its wake. What is happening? All your limbs feel heavy. Is it the wine? “I know,” your mom says softly. Oh, you think. She loves me. “I just hate the thought that I’m going to lose her. Remember when she was little?” Liquid sloshing, and a glass clink-clink. Did they bring the bottles into your bedroom? Why?

“Always was a sweetheart, wasn’t she. The bed dips, and your hair is smoothed gently off your forehead. You can smell your aunt’s perfume, dabbed on her wrists and behind her ears each morning. On your thigh one finger has become two, still those long, slow passes, edging closer and closer into the crease of your hip. You can feel yourself leaking, the new panties from your shopping trip getting slick on the inside. It’s mortifying. Your only hope is to lie as still and quiet as possible so maybe you won’t have to talk about it in the morning. “All right then,” your mom says, and then suddenly-- You can’t help it. When her hand-- her hand, your mother’s hand-- cups your cock, you grunt and push your hips up into it. For a moment all you can hear is the blood rushing in your ears, your overwhelming shame. God, it feels so good. Maybe that’s why you lose track of what happens next, shaking back into your body just in time to hear your aunt cooing at you and the heavy, hot weight of-- “You want to go first?” “Just warming her up for you, though it doesn’t seem like she needs much.” You’re panting, you realize, and you desperately try to suck in air, ease your breathing back to something that could, laughably, pass for sleep. Oh, god. Mom-- her soft, heavy breasts drag back and forth across your chest as she rubs-- as she rubs what must be her cunt up and down your aching cock, the slide so good it sends sparks down your whole spine. The lace, so soft in the store, scrapes now between you, too much-- you’re going to come. You press your palms into the mattress and try to hold it back, but oh god, Mom, Mom, Mom-- The pressure disappears and your eyes fly open before you can stop yourself, a desperate groan forcing itself past your teeth. Before you slam them back shut you see your Mom gazing down at you, a tiny smile tucked into the corner of her mouth. Oh. Of course she knows. You’ve never been able to fool her. “Mm. Now you can go.” “Oh so kind of you, I’ve only flown seven and a half hours to get here!” “Oh shut up, you know your life is great. Here.” You’re flinching again as your panties are yanked down, something cold and slippery closing around you. Lube, it must be. Head spinning, it’s not as much of a surprise as it could be when the bed creaks and tilts around you, the two of them switching places. Of course it would be Auntie too, if it’s Mom. They’ve always shared everything between them. Even, it seems, you. As soon as the head of your cock presses into Auntie’s tight heat you come. You don’t mean to. You felt closer earlier, with Mom rubbing up against you, but you guess you’ve just been on edge for too long. You’re shaking, back arching up and mouth falling open. The feeling goes on and on, and as you shift your legs you realize that Auntie hasn’t stopped, she’s dropped herself all the way down to the hilt. It’s too much, far too much. She’s squeezing, and it’s cutting off your breath. Tears gather underneath your eyelids and you toss your head, bucking to get her off you-- and steady hands land on your shoulders, holding you down. Your mother. “Shhhh, honey, shhhh,” she says. A kiss to your cheek. “You can take it. I know you can. You’re a good girl, our good girl, shhhh.” By clenching every muscle in your body, you manage to make yourself relax again. There’s no way either of them believe you’re still asleep right now, but you can’t bring yourself to go through the pantomime of waking up. Your aunt’s hole is still too much, but it feels so good you feel some of those tears leaking out down past your temples, running into your hair. How… how many times have they done this? How long have they done this? “There we go,” Auntie says, and starts to ride.