Hide in the closet.

“How ironic” you thought to yourself, not only is this a cliche trope from your bimboi pornos, but it’s also an allegory for how much of a closet bimboi you are. Great.

As your thinking this you hear your mother enter the room. Her breath sounds shaky, she calls out to your sister. “J-Jane? I’m here... I’ve got what you asked for...”

You peer through the folds in the closet door. Your mother seems extremely anxious. You try your best not to make a sound. You hear the shower turn off and then there’s a pause that feels like an eternity.

Your sister walks out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her. You didn’t notice before but she looks... different. Could it be what you think it is? Her breasts and hips seem larger, she’s now taller than your mother and her lips look... plump.

“Ugh, Mom! Stop being such a drama queen, besides... I know you’re as excited as I am~” as she says this, she drops the towel, revealing a gigantic cock hanging between her legs. Your suspicions were correct, your sister is a bimgurl...

Your heart races with excitement, this is the kind of thing you’ve been longing for, yet all you can do is watch.

Your mother sighs “Just... promise to use these condoms I bought and not to touch your brother... that’s the deal...”

Your sister laughs and rolls her eyes, “yeah sure. Just get on the bed already! I’m super pent up...”

Your mother disrobes and gets on the bed. You feel conflicted, on one side, this is the sort thing you fantasised about on a daily bases, on the other hand, your mother is doing this in the name of “saving” you... if only you could tell her your true desires...