Chapter 12: Welcome Home

“I’m home!” Sophia called out as she stepped in through the front door. The sound of the porch had announced her arrival, but there was something that always made Sophia smile about stepping in and announcing her arrival.

It didn’t make her wish she could stay home and be with her family all of the time any less, but it made returning a little better than it would have been otherwise.

As she was most days, Sophia was wearing a sweater—this one a soft, muted red with a boat neck—and coming home from work meant she was wearing it under a blazer. Instead of another pair of washed-out jeans, she wore a skirt that matched the soft, dark-gray of her blazer, just long enough to still be considered short and more than business appropriate attire.

A pair of black kitten-heels made the already tall woman just a little taller, shifting her posture enough to emphasize her shapely form that little clothing could hope to meaningfully minimize.

“Welcome home, mother.” Claire stepped into the room, smiling ear to ear. “I hope you had a good day at work. I’ve been waiting for you—I have a very fun night planned for both of us.”

Sophia was turned away from Claire, sliding her purse off of her shoulder. When she turned around to face her, Sophia was at a complete and utter loss for words. Her daughter was wearing a vinyl dress that strained against the curves of her chest, and held so tight around her belly that it dipped faintly into her navel. Her legs were bare, and she wore a cute pair of small, heeled boots. Over her dress she wore a leather jacket.

Her makeup was impeccably done—subtle, but in all of the right places to emphasize her eyes, her lips, the shape of her cheeks, all of the ways that Claire was at her most gorgeous.

“Waiting for me…?” Sophia stared, looking over her daughter’s outfit. “You’re not a little kid anymore so I’m not about to tell you to put on something else, but… Why me? Did you want me to encourage you before a hot date? Because you look…” Sophia smiled brightly, gesturing over her daughter dramatically. “You look amazing. You remind me of your mother when she was younger.”

Claire’s expression shifted, eyes narrowing but her mouth twisting as it might had there been something sharp in one of her boots. Her thighs twitched and shifted, either unable or unwilling to remain still. Her lips drew in, pressing together as Claire shifted her weight from foot to foot.

“Sophie-mommy?”

“Y-yes, Claire…? Is everything alright?” Sophia stepped closer to her daughter, a somber, but hopeful smile spread across her face. “If it’s about what happened yesterday, or if I can help in anyway—”

“Remember your purpose, sophieslave.”

Sophia’s eyes crossed, and her mouth fell open. She stumbled midstep, not falling but bending low enough that even her relatively chaste neckline teased at more of the fullness of her breasts coming into view.  Sophia moaned as she regained her balance, her voice full of longing and surrender. Thankfully her short, sensible heels weren’t enough to tip her balance and tug her to the ground.

“sophieslave’s purpose is to obey her owners…!”

Claire quivered, her thighs clenching tight as she bit her lip. “Fuck, that is… never going to get old… I don’t care if you say it a thousand times, I’ll always love hearing it…”

Every step took considerable effort to not follow the last too closely as Claire stepped closer to her mother. She tried her best to keep a confident expression on her face, no matter how much her internal monologue being heard for a single moment would break apart that façade immediately.

Oh. My. Gosh!

One of my moms is my obedient slave, and my other mom wants to encourage me to live out my fantasies with her… and even gave me pointers! How many girls are this lucky? I think none. I think that, considering all other possibilities and permutations of reality, that I might be the luckiest woman in the whole fucking world!

Sophie-mommy is so fucking hot!

Once she finally reached her, Claire reached out and slowly stroked her mother’s hips. “We’re going to have a lot of fun tonight, but I’d hate to have you ruin a perfectly good set of work clothes, so…” Claire sighed, her hands sliding up from her mother’s waist to pull her sweater free. Once so released, her nails moved to slowly tease their way up Sophia’s belly. “Why don’t we help you get changed, first…?”

“Y-yess… Ch-changed…” Sophia’s eyes fluttered as she arched forward with a low groan. “H-help… please…”

“Mmm…” Claire arched closer, her breasts grazing her mother’s body as she felt the same in return. “Mae-mommy told me that when a woman is as controlled as you are, asking her what she wants doesn’t always get what she wants… but what you want.” Her nails moved higher, tracing up past Sophia’s ribs until they stroked just below the start of her bra. “You have to work harder to encourage her to look through her mind, through herself, so… sophieslave…?

“I want you to not answer with just your obedience…” Claire grasped at her mother’s bra-clad breasts, squeezing as she leaned up to whisper as close to her ear as she could. Sophia groaned, but the sound of her own pleasure did nothing to change how easy it was to focus on the sound of her owner-daughter’s voice. “Answer with your libido, with your self…

“Look deep, deep inside…” Claire squeezed harder, and Sophia moaned louder. “And tell me what makes a first date perfect… A first date where you already want them before it starts…”

Sophia’s lips fell open, and the words spilled out helplessly as she writhed in her daughter’s grasp.

Claire listened as intently to her obedient mother as Sophia had listened to her dominant daughter.

Listening from around the corner, Mae smiled, nodded, and moved through the house to give the two a little more privacy. “If you can remember to do that…” Mae whispered so quietly that even she could barely hear her own voice. “…then our Sophie is safe in your hands. I’ll just sit back and wait for my queue…”