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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.