#losermoms

Mom who gets flustered so easily, stuttering over her words at a simple compliment you gave her.

She never tells you to stop cuddling so much even though you're too old for it.

When you run your hand over her thigh or the small of her back, her breath gets caught in her throat and she shivers.

As your lips finally meet hers, she can't help but let you suck and bite at her bottom lip, and when you push your tongue forward, she opens her mouth eagerly.

Now you always kiss when you cuddle and she's more confident with you, touching your hips and pulling you closer to her.

She lets out little moans when you thrust your tongue into her mouth, and louder moans when you trace your fingers up her leg, caressing her small but still obvious bulge.

She should stop you, be the responsible one and set boundaries healthy for a mom and her girl. She doesn't. You drag her up to your bedroom, and she stares at the floor as you do.

Her eyes finally meet yours as you push her onto the bed and climb on top of her. Those eyes always look so beautiful. They look even prettier lit up with surprise as you start to take your clothes off, then hers.

You push her onto her back, and lift her legs up around you. Your eyes are focused on hers, but her eyes are focused on your cock. It outsizes her little clit by at least four inches, and you can actually get properly hard.

You watch all the fear and concern disipate as you press into her hole. Her surprised moans are so adorable, and so quickly turn to begging "Please, harder!"

She screams how much she loves you as she clenches around your cock, and a small dribble of watery cum runs out of her clit.

You fuck her all night, until both of you have orgasmed repeatedly, and you leave her covered in hickeys and bite marks.

flashfic about a girl humping her sleeping mom! About 1200 words :3

Ao3 vers.

It’s been years since Rey had a nightmare bad enough to warrant crawling into her moms bed; it was probably not since she was thirteen, at least five years. Rey had suffered insomnia her entire life, and so she often tried to fall asleep early so that she had time to get a decent sleep. The one night she manages to fall asleep quickly, she is awoken by the worst nightmare she’s had since her mother had died years ago. Her other mom, Jane, is of course still awake, able to fall asleep in moments and always get a good sleep. She’s reading a horror novel before she settled into bed herself. Seeing Rey clutching a childhood plushie with tears running down her face, she crosses the room in an instant, wiping Rey’s tears away.

“What’s wrong honey?” When Rey can’t answer through her sobbing, Jane half-jogs to her bathroom and fills a glass with cool water, quickly returning and asking Rey to drink it slowly. “There we go, just like that. Better now?” Rey’s sobs are more controlled, fading into small sniffles.

“I had a nightmare.” Jane pats her head and hugs her. 

“It must have been really bad for you to be crying so much, I'm so sorry baby.” Jane rubs Rey’s back and cradles her head, cooing reassurances to her. 

“Mommy, can I sleep with you tonight?” Jane looks down at her daughter, eighteen but seeming so much younger in her condition. While so proud of her daughter for being independent and responsible, she really missed taking care of her little girl like this. 

“Of course hun, I was about to sleep anyway. Get comfy under the covers, I’ll be there right away.” Jane turns out the lights as Rey crawls into bed, then does so herself. The two get comfortable in bed, embracing each other closely. Rey rests her head on Jane’s chest with only an old band tee between her face and Jane’s breasts. Jane pets her repeatedly, slowing as she falls asleep herself.

Still shaken by her nightmare, and plagued by insomnia, Rey is unable to fall back to sleep. At least it’s a Friday night, and she can be tired and lazy the next day. Jane rolls over, Rey shuffling over to her and chasing her warmth and comfort. They end up in a spooning position, Rey’s face tucked into her moms shoulder. Her hair smells amazing, it’s a mild fruity smell from her shampoo, with a hint of a flowery perfume remaining from when she put it on in the morning.

Rey’s mindlessly wandering hands make her realize that her mom is only wearing a shirt and panties as her pajamas, and that realization leads to another: that Rey’s getting hard. She slides away, trying not to rub her dick against her own mom. She tries to calm herself and control her erection, but there's a lingering feeling burning in her stomach. Rey can’t decide if it's curiosity, a strange intrusive thought, or maybe just temptation.

“Mom?’ She whispers, her eyes wide to see if her mom moves. She gets no response. Even Jane’s breathing remains the same. Rey crawls back towards her, getting back in the spooning position they were in. At first she just takes in the feeling of spooning her mom, her scent and warmth. The texture of her shirt is remarkably soft for such a beat up old thing. Rey glides a hand round one of Jane’s breasts, creeping her fingers around it a centimeter at a time, careful not to wake her. They’re fairly large and so, so soft. Rey assumed her looking at her mom was only gender envy, Jane was an older and more feminine version of Rey appearance-wise. She had a beautiful full figure, whereas Rey was chronically underweight. Rey’s groping of her mother proves to her that she viewed her mom in a much more erotic fashion. She’s amazed at how naive she was for her own feelings, which are so obvious now.

Filled with a sudden daring, Rey presses her cock against her mom, grazing her thigh and butt with her bulge. Her thrusts start out slow, moreso just pressing her cock against Jane than any actual attempt at grinding; soon however, she brings herself to real movement, though still careful to be gentle. She continues to grope her moms breast, playing with her hardening nipple.

Wanting to grope her ass as well, Rey pulls a hand down and awkwardly stuffs it into the covers. With the utmost care for her perversion to remain secret, she slides her hand through the waistband of her moms underwear, running her fingers along Jane’s large ass. She fails to stifle her whimper every time she thrusts against Jane. Still anxiety-ridden from her dream and full of shame for her current actions, her moans turn into soft sobbing whines. Rey gets increasingly forceful with her rutting and pulls Jane's ass towards her to grind her closer. Her whines turn desperate as her satisfaction with grinding wanes, and her desire to properly fuck her mom rises through her burning crotch.

“Fuck, mom.” She whispers as her internal thoughts tear themselves out of her through her vocal cords. “Fuck please.” Unable to cum with such little movement, Rey continues to helplessly rut against Jane. Her increasingly hardening cock grows slightly painful without the release she so desperately wants. “Fuck, fuck. Nngh. Fuck please.” It’s just not enough. In a mindless daze of frustration and desire, she slides down both of their panties, and covers her cock in her spit. She slides it between her moms thighs, gaining speed in her thrusts quickly. In a few dozen seconds she’s at a fast but light pace and her neediness is starting to be satisfied. 

Rey pants into her mothers shoulder as she fucks her soft thighs, which almost completely envelop her cock. 

“God fuck yes. Yes yes yes.” She moans and whines as she climbs closer and closer to orgasm. She thrusts hard, not caring about her moms awareness any longer. “Ah, mommy, fuck.” She slows her pace, but forces her cock in so forcefully that her mom shakes back and forth. Jane is such a deep sleeper that she doesn’t notice her daughter fucking her thighs, and finally reaching her climax.

“Fuck yes!” She moans, lucky that Jane’s shoulder is absorbing the sound of her voice as she finally finishes, spraying watery cum into the covers, and dripping down onto the front of Jane's thighs. 

Rey’s hands wrap around her moms waist and hold her tight as she cries into her shoulder. 

After being in a near-catatonic depressive episode for months, Evelyn's daughter, Ellie, reveals desires which will change their relationship forever.

Ao3 Vers.

I took this down and edited it, but it's back up now yyayayayayayayyyyy. Laika is a mess!

The knock on the door is so light it's nearly inaudible. After getting no response, Ellie steps into the room, following the light from the hallway that spills into the dimly-lit room. She sets down the tray containing a full breakfast she knows her mom will only eat half of, if that. She decides turning on the small lamp on the nightstand would be better than the main light.

“Hey Mama.” 

Ellie waits patiently as Mom slowly stirs awake.

“Hey babygirl.” Ellie sits on the edge of the bed, placing a soft hand on her mothers blanket-covered waist.

“How are you feeling?” She tries her best to sound calm, but the concern is clear in her voice.

“Sleepy.” It would make sense since she just woke up, but “sleepy” is almost always her response regardless of the time of day. Depressed, exhausted, burnt out, done with it all is how she truly feels. She’s not improving, months of stagnancy have turned her into a thin, pale sad thing. 

Ellie made her chocolate chip french toast, all from scratch. It was always Moms favourite meal, and Ellie makes it for her every Sunday now that the two are living together. It was a shock to hear that Mom lost her job, then her savings, and then couldn't afford her mortgage. She could’ve stayed in her cheap apartment with the money from selling the house, but after Ellie saw how she looked after doing so for a few weeks, she insisted they live together. She’s improved, a little fatter and less disheveled, but still looking so much worse than how she used to. 

“I made breakfast, do you want to eat it here or come out to the dining room?” Ellie got ready for the inevitable response.

“Here.” 

“Okay. Sit up, I’ll bring the tray over. I’m gonna open the blinds a bit, okay?”

“Okay.” Ellie lifts the blinds up halfway, the window perpendicular to the bed letting in late morning sunshine. 

“Too bright?” Her hand is still wrapped around the cord as she waits for the answer. 

“No it’s okay.” Ellie brings the tray over, setting it over Moms lap. 

“Dig in.” Ellie says with a smile, and a reassuring rub on Moms leg. Everything she does is so slow, every movement seems like it strains her. Seeing the little bit of enjoyment as she takes her first bite makes all the effort it takes to take care of her so worth it. 

“It’s really good, baby. Like always.” She reaches out and pats Ellie's head, and she leans in to the affectionate touch. It ends so much sooner than Ellie wishes. The fork clatters down onto the tray, the syrup adhering the two together. 

“Mom?” She’s sobbing.

“I’m sorry.” She manages a deep breath. “I’m so sorry. I’m such a fucking mess, and you’re so young. I want you to-. I don’t want to burden you anymore.”

“No!” The volume of her own voice shocks her. “Mama, I don’t care if I have to take care of you. I want you to be happy again, and I want to do whatever I need to for that to happen. And, and even if you don’t.” The stinging tightness in her throat makes her eyes start to water. “I wanna be here anyways.”

“Baby that’s not fair-”

“I don’t care!” Ellie lurches forward, almost falling on top of Mom. It doesn’t matter to me! Y-you do! You matter so much.”

With her movement almost knocking it onto the floor, Ellie picks up the tray and sets it on the desk across the room, then comes back to the bed and climbs on top of Mom, embracing her tightly. “I love you.”

“I love you too babygirl.” 

“So don’t say things like that anymore, don’t even think them because it's not true. I’ll take care of you as long as I need to. As long as you need me.”

“Thank you angel, I just want you to be happy and I’m scared that I’m in the way.”

“I’m happy with you mama. I’ve al;wasy been happiest when I’m with you.”

“I love you. I love you so much.” Ellie looks up at Mom. Despite everything, her steel eyes still shine like they always did. Ellie reaches a hand up to her mothers face, and strokes her cheek. Mom leans into the touch, feeling Ellie's warm hand on her skin frees her from the chill of winter. Her face feels so soft on Ellie's hand, and likewise Ellie’s hand feels so soft on Moms face. 

Mom thinks about how much she loves her daughter, how she’s the kindest person she’s ever known, how she’s so caring, diligent, and responsible, truly so kind. She couldn’t ask for anyone better in her life, and is so relieved she can rely on her perfect daughter. Ellie thinks about how soft Moms lips would feel. Ellie drags her thumb across Moms lip. It’s not that soft at all, a little chapped with the cold, and lack of care. To Ellie it still feels like a rose petal. Mom leans her head back, freeing her lip from her daughter’s caress.  

“Ellie, what-”

With her restraint completely crumbling, and her desire overtaking her judgment, Ellie throws herself into Moms lips. Ellie can’t tell if Mom’s allowing the kiss, or too surprised to or too tired to fight against it, but Ellie is tired too. Tired of seeing the person she’s always been in love with falling apart. Tired of having her fall even farther away, of knowing she could never show how much she truly loves her mom, of being unable to kiss the woman she loves. She kisses deeper, pulling at her lip. 

“I love you.” Another kiss. “I love you.” Another. “I need you.” Ellie stops, having satisfied her urges for Mom. She wants more, but she needs Mom to want it. “Mom, I love you. I’m in love with you. I think I always have been. I-. Mom I’m gonna say this clearly, I want to have sex with you. Will you? Um, have sex with me?” Mom should feel disgust, or concern or something decent, but her daughter is so perfect, so soft, and her kisses make her feel something real after so long. Her movements are slow, unlike her daughter's impulsive ones. She runs her palm along Ellie’s face, down to her chin, then guides their lips back together. 

Ellie’s lips feel so soft. She always takes such good care of herself, she can be quite vain. It’s worth it, she always looks so beautiful, and with all the work she put in to be as such she deserves to feel egotistical about her beauty. Mom pulls back once again, needing to stop Ellie from chasing her lips.

“Ellie, I think I love you too. I’ve never cared about anyone as much as I have for you, and knowing the way you love me is so-. It’s perfect Ellie. You’re perfect.” She averts her eyes as she feels the blush overtaking her face. Ellie lifts her chin, forcing them to lock their identical grey eyes. 

“You’re so beautiful mom, even if you’re struggling. I know you aren’t happy with your situation, that you aren’t how you want to be, but, but you’re still the woman I’ve always loved. And- um, you still look really pretty.” She pecks Mom’s lips and giggles. “You’re uh, really sexy too.”

“Ellie I-.” 

“I need your answer mama.” Hearing “mama” in such a needy tone that she can tell how much Ellie is turned on makes the bulge in her sweatpants grow even larger; her decision becoming clear. She thinks about how her daughter looks under her clothes, how cute her ass must be. She wants to be inside of her.

“I want you Ellie. I want you as my lover.” she pulls Ellie in, kissing her deeply, and forcing her tongue inside. She thrusts it in repeatedly, Ellie’s moans echoing in her mouth. Their tongues dance for ages, the tastes of their mouths melding together. Ellie's hands wander along her moms body, groping around her hips, waist and thighs. 

She drags her arms up along her mothers slides, getting a sharp moan out of Mom. 

“Hey, can I call you by your name?” Ellie asks. “Like lovers do?” She asks so shyly, her ebbing and flowing charisma makes Moms heart flutter. 

“Of course Ellie.”

“Evelyn. Fuck it sounds so good to say it.” Ellie giggles, overwhelmed by so many of her fantasies coming true. “Kay, I’m uh, gonna grab some lube okay?” 

“Sure hun.” As Ellie hurries away, Evelyn watches her ass. She comes back with a large bottle of lube and a huge smile. She climbs back onto the bed, into her moms embrace.

“So, my darling Evelyn, are you ready?” Evelyn's hands trace around her daughter's hips, squeezing them tightly. She pulls Ellie in tightly, breathing in the fresh, flowery scent of her perfume.

“I need you so bad babygirl.” In half a second, she’s on her back, her arms pinned to her sides. Ellie lets her hands go, and lifts Evelyn's legs around her hips, moving in to rub her bulge against Evelyn’s ass.

“W-wwait, Ellie I’m-.” A moan echoes around the room as Ellie firmly grinds on her. “I’m a top!” Ellie’s face turns so sadistic for a moment. She leans in, interlocking her fingers with her moms, and holding her down. 

“Evelyn, you've been so weak recently, I don’t think you have the stamina to satisfy me. So you’ll have to in another way.” Ellie's smile stretches across her face and her breathing grows ragged. She lowers herself to Evelyn's ear, and whispers into it. 

“Be a good bottom for me, okay baby?” She takes the moan and quivering as a yes, and starts to strip them both. First, their shirts. Evelyn was always fairly flat, maybe b-cups, Ellie outsized her by only a little. They both admire each other's puffy nipples, Ellie thinking about suckling on Evelyn’s, but maybe later. A trail of hair leads down to her sweatpants, Ellie had always seen her mom have a hairless stomach, she must have been shaving it; Ellie is so happy she stopped doing so.

She easily slides Moms sweatpants off, revealing her cock. It’s impressive, especially for a trans woman her age. Almost eight inches, and so fucking hard. She must have been an amazing top. Ellie takes a few moments and has to awkwardly move into different positions to get her jeans off. It’s a poor strip show, but Evelyn’s breath hitches at every inch of skin slowly being revealed. When the two are finally naked, Ellie takes her mom back into her arms. Ellie is about six inches, still impressive but outshined by her moms large cock. Too bad Evelyn won’t be using it. Ellie forces Evelyn into an embarrassingly revealing position. Staring for too long at her pretty hole. She quickly lubes up her cock, and drags a lubed finger along her moms hole. Evelyn lets out a stuttering mess of vowels and consonants.

“Ssh, let me take care of you.” Ellie slides the finger inside, her beautiful mom shaking as she does. 

“Fuck Ellie! Fuck it’s, it’s good.” 

“Good girl. You like having me inside of you?” Evelyn can’t handle the embarrassment and goes silent. Ellie wants to tease Evelyn, make her beg, but she tries not to push her too far emotionally. Ellie massages her moms insides rhythmically, coaxing out a moan every time. This is already so much for her, and so Ellie decides to be extra comforting to her. She takes her hand, and squeezes it tightly, but not forcefully.

“It's okay mama, I’ll take it really slow okay?”

“O-okay.” She covers her face with her free hand.

“Hey, you don’t need to feel embarrassed with me, I love you. Every bit of you.” She guides Evelyn's hand down beside her head. “You look so pretty.” She looks even prettier as Ellie slides in another finger and speeds up her momentum. Ellie remembers the way her mom sang old punk songs when she would drive them around when Ellie was little. Her sensual song of moans holds an equal place in Ellie's heart. She grinds into Evelyn’s thigh as she continues to finger fuck her, growing so needy to be inside her. 

“Mom, can I fuck you? I need you so bad.” She doesn’t stop fingering as she asks, and keeps bucking her hips.

“Mmph, baby, I-. Fuck, yes, fuck me babygirl.” Ellie doesn’t hesitate as she repositions to line up her cock with her moms hole, and an idea comes into her head.

“You want me to fuck your pussy mama?” 

“Fuck, yes!” 

“Kay.” Ellie locks eyes with her mom and smiles comfortingly as she presses into her moms pussy.  

“Fuck Ellie!” Eveleyn shouts out in a whiny voice. “It, it hurts El.”

“Want me to stop?” 

“Noo.” Ellie’s heart races as she sees her mom become a whimpering puddle underneath her. She lowers herself so their stomachs are touching, Ellie’s bare stomach getting tickled slightly by the hair on Evelyn’s. She nibbles on Evelyn’s ear, then whispers softly.

“Good girl.” Ellie keeps a slow pace, moving at a speed which could barely be called thrusting.

“Ah, Ellie.” Evelyn wraps her arms around Ellie, and pushes her tongue into Ellie’s mouth, sweet moans filling the space around their tongues. “Ellie, can you call me that again?”

“Good girl?”

“Yeah.” 

“Good girl, you’re such  a good, good girl Evelyn.” Ellie savours every little whimper, and drags her words so each one gets a responding whine. “So pretty, and so, so tight.”

“Ellie! I want you to fuck me more, please.”

“You ready for me Evie?”

“Yeah, I’m ready baby.”

“Good girl.” Ellie forces her entire length inside, more beautiful whimpers coming out of her beautiful mom. 

“Fuck yes! Ellie!” Evelyn’s cock loses its firmness as it bounces around her abdomen, more every time Ellie thrusts harder. 

“You feel so fucking good.” Ellie pants as she bucks her hips, almost slobbering over the pleasure. She forces her tongue in again, thrusting into Evelyn’s mouth in time with her hips. Their moans combine with the slapping of their skin. Ellie reaches a hand up to Evelyn’s tit, circling a finger around her nipple, occasionally giving it a gentle tug.

I love you mama, so fucking much.” Evelyn kisses her again.

“I lo-love yoouu.” Ellie giggles at her mom's inability to speak.

“Do I really feel that good?”

“Yes, fucking, oh god yes.”

Ellie’s abdomen burns with too much pleasure, her desire to cum overloading her brain.

“Mama, I wanna get you pregnant." Evelyn drugs her nails into Ellie’s hips. 

“Please, please fuck get me pregnant!” She takes a few short gasps before shouting out more. “Please cum in me babygirl. I want your cum so fucking bad!” Ellie interlocks their fingers, holding her mom in place as she drives her cock as deep as she can, deep enough to hit her moms cervix, if she had one. She manages to keep an even faster pace while still filling Evelyn. 

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum.”

“Please, please cum in me baby. I want you to fill me.” Ellie thrusts harder but slower as she reaches her climax.

“Fuck I’m gonna knock you up. Oh fu-uck!” Evelyn twitches as her daughter's hot cum floods inside her. All that's on her mind is the thought: I’m gonna get pregnant. 

Evelkyn lays in bed blissed out as Ellie cleans herself in the bathroom, then brings back a wet towel to clean up her as well. Ellie slides them both under the covers and spoons Evelyn, sliding her fingers along her stomach. After Evelyn focuses a little more again, Ellie turns her over and asks. “How are you feeling?”

“So good.” 

“Hehe, I’m glad. You felt so good.”

“You did too. I didn’t know it felt that good.”

“Aw, such a cute little bottom.

“S-stop it!” Evelyn smacks Ellie’s shoulder, taking her attention away from the heat in her cheeks.

“You’re adorable. You’re so beautiful mama. I’d like to stay like this forever, but your breakfast is already cold, I really want you to be eating.”

“Okay, it is the best meal I get after all, don’t wanna waste too much.”

Evelyn feeds Ellie the occasional bite as she slowly downs her meal. The idle conversation between the two helps take her mind off of eating and lets her absentmindedly chew. She eats more than usual but still it's a small amount. 

“I really enjoyed um, being with you today.”

“Me too baby. Um, do you have any plans today?”

“None.”

“I’m gonna get tired but I’d like to spend more time with you. Maybe we can watch a movie or something?” 

“I’d love to, how about I pick? I have a few I think you’d love.” Ellie rubs Evelyn’s thigh as she speaks.

“Sounds great babygirl.” Ellie’s hand stops for a moment, then she locks eyes with Evelyn.

“Mom, will you be my girlfriend?” Evelyn caresses Ellie’s anxious face, and pecks her cheek.

“Absolutely. You’re the only thing I feel really happy for. But I still don’t want to be a burden.”

“Mom you aren-”

“Ssh, baby. I am. I know I am, and I will be for a while still. But I really wanna get better. For you.” 

Mom who will beg and beg for you to hit her. She moans so sweetly as you slap her across the face, then begins whimpering as you punch her in the stomach. The shouts and whines as you kick her repeatedly as she lays helpess on the ground fill the room with the sounds of her twisted pleasure. You take it too far, push her past her limits. You break a rib.

She still loves you afterwards, even as she cries in your lap from the pain. Once the bruises have faded and her rib is healed, she begs for you even more, wanting you to absolutely destroy her, and you do.