#bloo's asks

I masturbate very often/pretty much daily unless I'm busy, so this scenario is extremely possible.

Its late, past 1am, my clit is throbbing and I'm so horny I can't sleep - this has happened to me before, and I know if I don't take care of it I'll be up the rest of the night. So I lazily start touching myself.

Good thing I still have my underwear on when you sneak into my room (I sleep in my bra too, but that's another story). You're half-asleep and not really paying attention, so you don't notice how my legs are spread or how my hand was just in my panties. I quickly wipe my fingers before asking what's wrong.

When you tell me about your nightmare, I lift the covers and invite you in. You crawl into my arms, and I hold you tight. You always feel safe with me like this, and I know you love how soft I am and how I smell.

You're facing me at first, your little head resting right between my soft breasts, but you turn around in your sleep so that we're spooning, your small body curled perfectly against mine. I know you're a heavy sleeper - you get that from me. There have been so many times I've had to carry you to bed and change you into your pajamas while you were completely dead asleep. Even when you've half-woken up during those times, you never remember a thing in the morning.

So when I hear your breathing slow and deepen, and my clit starts throbbing again, I don't hesitate to slide my arm out from under you so I can touch myself again. My other arm stays wrapped around your little body, holding you close. As I snake my hand down, the back of my knuckles brush against your small butt through the oversized t-shirt you're wearing. It sends shivers through me, and for the very first time, I have this really really nasty thought.

My mind drifts to you, specifically to those cute little ass cheeks of yours. I imagine how they'd feel in my hands, soft and warm as I'd grab and grope them.

Just last week, I took you shopping for swimsuits. Remember how excited you were when I let you try on some "grown up" pieces? You were so proud showing them off in the changing room, begging for my approval. That thong bikini - you pleaded for it while wearing nothing but those tiny strings.

What kind of mother am I? I sat there watching how lewd you looked, how tight and fit your little body is, and I said yes. "Okay baby, but only at home in our pool for now."

When you jumped onto my lap to thank me, your little body facing me, legs spread over mine—I glanced over your shoulder at the large mirror behind us. Your perfect cheeks jiggled with each bounce. Through that tiny thong, I saw everything - your pink asshole peeking through, your barely covered little pussy so perfectly displayed between your spread ass cheeks.

I pushed those thoughts away then, tried not to even let myself think about it. But now, with you curled up against me, so small and vulnerable, and my clit still throbbing... the thoughts just flood my mind. That image of you on my lap in that tiny swimsuit is burned into my brain. I feel dizzy with all these dirty thoughts pouring in, and I can't make them stop. My pussy is so empty, aching and throbbing with need.

Before I even realize what I'm doing, the hand that was wrapped around you moves down, lightly touching you over your oversized t-shirt. You aren't wearing any pants under it, so it's easy for me to slip my hand to the outside of your thigh and travel up. My other hand is rubbing myself so furiously now that the bed is noticeably shaking. I stop for a moment, checking to make sure you're still asleep - your breaths are still slow and even, thank god. This is so fucking wrong, but you'll never know. It's just a curious little touch, right? Nothing bad. Just a quick touch. If only I knew how weak I really am.

My breath catches in my throat as I shift my hand from the side of your thigh down to your butt, and holy shit - I don't feel any underwear! My mind races, and I'm not even thinking as I let my fingers explore further, touching and squeezing to make sure I'm not imagining things. And then I feel it - the thin string of that thong bikini I bought you. The one you modeled for me in the changing room. The one that showed off every curve of your little ass. My cunt clenches hard, and I swear I can feel the wetness soaking through my panties even more. My mind goes completely blank, all thoughts gone except for the image of you in that bikini and the feeling of your tiny ass under my hand.

Without even thinking, my fingers begin to move, exploring and squeezing your soft little ass. The skin is so warm and perfect under my touch, and I can't help myself - I start kneading your cheeks in slow circles, obsessed with how they feel. I let my fingers dip into that little crease where your butt meets your thighs, and a whimper escapes my lips before I can stop it. The sensation sends electricity through me, and suddenly one hand isn't enough.

It's not enough. The need for more overwhelms me, and without thinking, I take the hand I was using to rub my throbbing clit and bring it to your other cheek. My fingers, slick with my own juices, press into your soft flesh. I can feel how wet I am, how much I'm soaking your skin with my arousal. My thumbs find that perfect crease where your cheeks meet, and I can't resist -I press them in and spread you apart. Fuckkkkk.

I'm too far gone now. My body moves on its own, pulling down the blanket to expose your back and tugging your oversized shirt up to your mid-back. I need to see. I need to see everything. And when I look down, the sight nearly makes me cum instantly. Your pretty little asshole, barely visible, rubs against that tiny string of your thong as I squeeze and massage your perfect cheeks. The way your flesh undulates around the thin fabric as I touch you, molest you - it's almost too much. I'm practically drooling, my mouth watering as I stare, mesmerized by the forbidden sight of your innocent body responding to my touch.

That's it. The last thread of my restraint snaps. I'm your mother, you're my daughter - I know this is so fucking wrong, but none of that matters anymore. All I can think about is how badly I need to see your little pussy, how badly I need to cum. My mind is empty of everything except this one burning need.

I need to see more. I carefully roll you over onto your back, propping you up just enough to slip that oversized shirt over your head. I've done this a hundred times when you're dead asleep - changed your clothes, put you in pajamas - but it's never been like this. My hands are trembling as I lay you back down, and my breath catches when I see you in the moonlight filtering through my curtains.

Holy fuck. You're practically glowing, so innocent and perfect there on my bed. Almost completely naked except for that tiny thong bikini - the one I bought you. It barely covers anything at all, just a thin string disappearing between those perfect little cheeks. I can see the outline of your pussy lips through the fabric, and your tiny nipples are hard little points in the cool night air. My cunt clenches so hard I almost cry out. I've seen you naked countless times, but I've never really seen you like this. Never let myself look.

My bra comes off first, my nipples instantly hardening in the cool night air as I toss it aside. Next, my panties - soaked through with my arousal - slide down my legs and join the growing pile of discarded clothes on my floor. Naked now, except for the thin silver chain around my ankle, I pause for a moment. The thought hits me hard - I'm completely nude, right next to my sleeping daughter. A wave of guilt washes over me, but it's quickly replaced by something else, something dark and thrilling. I've never felt so nasty, so wrong, and God help me, I've never been more turned on.

I lean over you, my much larger breasts hovering just above your smaller, budding ones. The shadows play across our bodies in the moonlight, and for a moment, I can see how different we are - my full, heavy tits versus your tiny, developing breasts. The thought sends another jolt straight to my clit, and I have to bite my lip to keep from moaning. My nipples ache, so hard they're almost painful, and I can feel the heat radiating from my pussy as I hover over you, so close yet not touching.

I rub our breasts together, and I fucking whine because my nipples are so hard and they feel so good rubbing against your smaller ones. I feel my pussy drip as I look down to see my huge mature tits against your perky little tits, completely enveloping them as I continue to rub back and forth, our nipples bumping together and making me whimper.

I need more. I need to be closer. I slide down until I am cradling your tiny body against mine, our tits still pressed together. I place my knee in between your legs and push them apart so that I can press my pussy to your thigh while I'm humping you. I've never been this wet in my life, and I'm so fucking turned on and horny that I don't think about how hard I'm rubbing myself against you or how loud my moans are. I'm so close, I just need to see your pussy, I just need to see it, please...

I take my hands off of you for a moment to lean back and pull your thong to the side. God fucking damnit. Your little pussy is as cute as I knew it would be. Pink and tiny and so so pretty. I lean back down and press my open mouth to your smaller pussy, my nose buried in your little clit and I take a deep inhale. I'm moaning your name as I move my head back and forth, my tongue darting out to lick you while I suck on your lips. I can't get enough of you, I want to taste every part of you. I hold your legs apart with my hands, squeezing your thighs as I continue to lick and suck on your pussy.

You start to move in your sleep, stirring because of my licking and sucking, but you don't wake up. My pussy is leaking all over your thigh and I'm grinding against it hard. I feel like I'm going to explode, I'm so close. I stick my tongue in your tiny hole and fuck, you taste so good, better than I ever imagined.

I feel your pussy tighten around my tongue as I fuck you with it, and I hear you moan softly. I stop for a moment and look up at your face, but your eyes are still closed and your mouth is slightly open. I grin as I go back to licking your pussy, and I hear you moan again. I suck on your clit and feel your hips buck up, and I know you're about to climax. I suck harder and lick faster, my own orgasm building as I hear your whimpers get louder.

I feel your pussy clench around my tongue and I hear you cry out, your body shaking as you cum. I keep licking you through your orgasm, my own pleasure overwhelming me as I feel your little body tremble against mine. Your body's still trembling as I pull away slowly, my lips glistening with your juices mixed with my saliva. I can't resist one final kiss to your tiny clit, pressing my mouth against you and inhaling your scent one last time. A thin, shiny trail connects us as I move back, stretching from your perfect little pussy to my mouth. God, you taste so good, even better than I imagined.

But I'm not done yet, my own orgasm still not realized. I move up your body, my pussy leaving a wet trail on your thigh, and I grab your hand. I press your fingers against my wet, throbbing pussy, moaning as I feel your tiny fingers touch me. I start moving your hand, using your fingers to rub my clit as I grind against you. I'm so close, so fucking close, and I need this. I need to cum with your hand on my pussy.

I move your fingers lower, pressing them against my entrance. I'm so wet they slide in easily, and I moan loudly as I feel your tiny fingers inside me. I start grinding my hips, fucking myself with your fingers while I rub my clit with my other hand. The sensation is too much, and I feel my orgasm building quickly. I'm moaning now, not caring if you wake up because I'm too lost in pleasure. Your fingers feel so good inside me, so small and tight, and I can't hold back anymore.

I cum hard, my whole body shaking as I squeeze your fingers inside me. My pussy clenches around them, and I can feel my juices gushing out and coating your hand. I'm whimpering and crying your name as I ride out my orgasm, my hips still grinding against you. Finally, I collapse on top of you, panting and spent, your fingers still inside me as I try to catch my breath.

After a moment, I pull your hand out slowly, watching as your glistening fingers emerge from my pussy. I bring them to my mouth and suck them clean, tasting both of us on your skin. I lie there, my heart still racing. You're still asleep, completely unaware of what just happened - of how I used your body, your fingers, to get your own mother off. How I molested you, violated your sleeping body, and how much your little pussy loved it.

A shiver runs through me as I look at your peaceful face, your lips slightly parted. The thought hits me then - what a perfect little fucktoy you are, even in your sleep. So innocent, so trusting, while I did all those nasty things to you. My pussy clenches at the thought, and I can already feel the arousal building again. God, what's wrong with me? But I can't help it. The idea of using you again, of doing this whenever I want... it's intoxicating. Maybe one day I'll even be brave enough to do it while you're awake. To see the confusion in your eyes as I touch you, as I make you touch me. The thought is so wrong, so fucked up, but I can't deny how wet it makes me.

But even as these nasty thoughts swirl through my mind, exhaustion starts to take over. All that physical exertion - the sneaking, the touching, the licking, and finally that explosive orgasm - has drained me completely. My eyelids feel heavy, and my body feels limp and satisfied against yours.

Carefully, I adjust myself, pulling the blanket back over our naked bodies to shield us from the cool night air. I can feel your soft breathing against my neck, steady and innocent, completely unaware of how I just used your body for my own twisted pleasure. You're still asleep, lost in your dreams, while I lie here buzzing with the after effects of my sin.

I lean in and press a gentle kiss to your forehead, just like I do every night. "Goodnight, my sweet girl," I whisper, my voice soft and motherly. It's almost funny, isn't it? How I can play the part of the caring, loving mother right after violating your sleeping body in ways you can't even imagine. The contrast makes my pussy twitch with a final, subtle pulse of arousal.

Aah fuck sorry if this ruins it a bit for you but I'm so high and horny right now and I started thinking about this ask a lot and fantasizing about the different scenarios could be and like I'm sooo hot RN thinking about what if in this scenario you were a quad amputee?

Like let's say your mom passed or hasn't been in the picture since you were a baby. It's always just been you and dad, he's never really dated. You're the light of his life, his babygirl. It was never sexual. But then one day you get in a horrible accident. It almost kills you, but you survive at a horrible cost - all four of your limbs are amputated. Both your legs end by your upper thigh, and both your arms just below your shoulders.

It's devastating. You're so grateful to be alive and yet still grieving the life you once had and will never have again. You don't know if you'll ever be able to get a job, and your dream of getting married and having children seems impossible now - what man could ever want you now, when you can't do anything for yourself?

Your dad is just as devastated, but trying so hard to be strong for his little babygirl. He's cried quiet tears over it multiple times now, although he's never let you seen it. Witnessing your pain and suffering hurts him even to a physical level, his heart aching and his stomach upset.

He stayed with you the entire time you were in the hospital. Promised you he would never leave your side, would take care of you - he worked from home running his own tech firm that provided well to begin with and gives him the flexibility to be there to help you with everything you need. He tells you even after he passes you will have everything you ever need, he will have enough and more to be able to care for your forever, whether it's him doing it or not.

Of course, he didn't think too hard about the actual repurcussions of doing so. Didn't think about how he'd have to dress and undress you every day. How he's have to take off your cute little panties for you every time you needed to pee. He never thought you'd have the cutest pink little pussy he's ever seen, and an even cuter little pink asshole. How he's have to regularly touch you there, to wipe you when you're done, to bathe you every day. How he'd see your perfect little baby titties, your small little nipples hard and sticking out every time he needed to undress you.

You didn't think about it much until then either. How your dad was the first man other than the doctors and nurses who took care of you to see you fully naked. How intimate and vulnerable it was to have to rely on another human for all of your needs, for him to be there and helping you during your most basic and private moments. Knowing that this is your father, that there is no other man who will love you as much as him, makes you feel even closer to him.

You try not to think about it, how his large, warm hands feel on your body. How his presence, his gaze on your broken body affects you. You feel yourself getting wet, your nipples hardening when he washes you. Your tiny clit throbs every time he wipes you down there. You hope he doesn't notice, but you can't relieve yourself like he used to.

He does notice, but he doesn't comment. Tries not to make things awkward. Tries to get the image of your perfect pink little pussy out of his head. It's sick and twisted.

A little about me:

- IRL I'm early 30s cis fem woman in a happy relationship with a man. I am bi / queer, as well as genderqueer but do not experience gender dysphoria, so for all purposes I am cis. I am an intersectional feminist, pro-choice, and I believe in harm reduction. Trans women are women and trans men are men. No matter how icky or unsafe some of the content on this blog is, it's important that you know that IRL I am a safe and kind person.

- This blog is fantasy and includes some very heavy dark kinks. Do not mistake any of it for things I believe irl. I am anti-censorship (for text at least) and pro-para but I am NOT pro-harm. Ageplay for example, is fine in fantasy, but not in reality (unless it's between two consenting adults of course, but you know what I mean). If you cannot understand this nuance this blog is not for you.

- You can find my writing under the tag #bloo's babbles . I also use #bloo's asks and sometimes #bloo's rambles for more personal type stuff

- I don't tag anything I reblog. There is a LOT of stuff that may be triggering here. Please don't follow if you need to filter certain tags!

- This blog is 99% all queued posts, so if you see my reblogs that doesn't necessarily mean I'm online at the time.

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See my thing is, I'm not hurting anybody, so I don't really feel bad? Like - who I am, and even to another degree, what I enjoy in real life sex physically is very different from this taboo kink fantasy side I post about here. I'm definitely not proud of it, and keep this part of me secret from people IRL because I know people wouldn't understand it though, but idk, imo it's also none of their business? You know?

In my opinion thoughts alone (which includes fantasisizing/fantasies) can NOT harm anyone EXCEPT for yourself. I could write a bunch more on what I think about these kind of taboo kinks being shared in text stories but I won't for both yalls and my sake lol (tl:dr, it's not terrible like everyone thinks and does more harm reduction than actual harm), and then of course any kind of visual involving these taboo kinks gets much more complicated ethically as well.

Real answer: spend time exploring the subs perspective/side of things before you start domming for anything. You don't necessarily need to be a sub yourself or partake in sub activities but I think the best doms need to have experience with what exactly the subs are getting out of things. Because a lot of doms think it's mistakenly just about having the most control or that it's always more about their own pleasure, when it's not.

One video that comes to mind is this video of thongria and Midori performing shibari. The focus here isn't necessarily specifically on dom/sub relationships but I always thought it was such a perfect example of what makes a good dom/sub relationship anyways. The way Midori is so vigilant in paying attention to thongrias body, making sure to adjust the tightness or positions to keep thongria both safe and also happy/within that headspace of pleasure, and how Midori *enjoys* that aspect of taking care of her and keeping her in that pleasure zone is just so chefs kiss. It's just such a good demonstration on how a good dom listens before anything else. Here is the vid:

So yeah, my advice to you as a young dom: take the time to understand your subject first. From there build confidence in your own life outside of any dom/sub anything since that will be the HOTTEST thing you could ever do from a sub perspective anyways (be confident in yourself without being cocky or desperate, it doesn't matter who you are or what you look like, people love that shit. Heavy on the not being cocky or desperate part tho).

Sweetie I say this with love, but if you are a minor please don't interact with me for both your safety as well as mine 🙏