Chapter 16: The Long Morning After

Claire yawned, slowly stretching as she woke up the morning after her first date with Sophia. Mmm… Gosh… Has anything been as thrilling as having Sophie-mommy’s arm in mine as I walked her to our dining table… or to my bedroom…? A shiver rolled down her spine, and her thighs clenched. She looked so… excited! Turned on!

Happy…

Claire sighed, fluttering her eyes as she nuzzled into her pillow.

Well, one thing might have been even better… Claire mewled, her heart fluttering in her chest as she wiggled her hips. When she held me to her heart and told me that she didn’t want it to be our last date… When she said how much of a good time she had…

I’ve never had a first date that amazing!

Caught in the middle of demanding arousal, love-drunk bliss, and general excitement, Claire couldn’t keep still. She couldn’t stop herself from one happy sound after the next, from giggles to moans. For just a moment one of her hands moved down to a thigh, teasing its way to between them, but then she shook her head. As much fun as it would be to touch herself thinking of Sophia’s face trapped between her thighs she knew there was no way it could compare to the experience itself.

With that memory still so fresh in her mind it felt somehow inappropriate to use it to capture a fraction of the same pleasure when she could just remember the smile on Sophia’s face and feel her whole body quiver. It was so much more than simply u sing a few words in the kitchen to make her mother into a sex toy.

It was a real date, even if some of the details around it had been tweaked with a little mind control.

What did Mae-mommy call it… a bit of… ‘casual Sapphistry’…? Claire giggled, and shook her head. What a thing to call something. I still can’t believe my own Mae-mommy was part of some massive, sprawling mess of lesbian conspiracies. That sounds… Unreal. Impossible… but I felt what it was like to be on the receiving end of what she can do. There’s no way that if a group of women could do that they wouldn’t use it for… something.

Probably not even just use it for sex with their mothers…!

Another flurry of giggles rose up from deep inside of Claire, and she rolled side to side on her bed. She was too happy to hold any of it back, and it helped that she didn’t try.

Dating Sophia had never even been a possibility in her mind. It was the sort of fantasy she remembered having as a child. Did someone ever ask me what I wanted to do when I got older and I said “I want to marry Sophie-mommy” or something like that…? I feel like it happened but… I can’t remember who, or where, or when… I just remember being told that wasn’t how things worked and I wouldn’t be allowed to do it…

A frown threatened to overtake Sophia’s smile, but the faint twitches were soon replaced with an even bigger smile than before.

Well, look who is dating their own mom now! Their sexy, mature, intelligent, compassionate, thoughtful, hot as sin and worth all of the taboo breaking mom! Claire giggled, rolling onto her back and kicking her legs in the air until her blankets and sheets scattered away from her. Look what this ‘mommy’s girl’ accomplished after all! I mean it’s more like mommy is my girl now than I’m hers, but… Mae-mommy hasn’t exactly been the most submissive with me, so…

Did I get the best of both worlds…?

Before she could laugh again, Claire glanced around her in bed and was hit with a pang right at the center of her chest. Unlike the night before, she was in her own bed and not the bed that her mothers typically shared alone. That was fine, but with the sheets and blankets cast aside there was no way for her to miss a very obvious fact.

She went to bed with one of her mothers on either side—her face buried in Sophia’s breasts and Mae’s arms wrapped around her—and then she’d woken up alone.

All of the excited energy drained out of Claire, and she sunk back into her bed as she stared at the ceiling. It wasn’t anything special, no glow-in-the-dark stars (she’d tried those when she was younger and found herself unable to get to sleep with so much bright glowing above her) or anything like that, but that was what she wanted. It was a plain, white surface with a breast-shaped light fixture at the middle. The metal cap that looked entirely too much like a nipple was as good a focal point as any.

Of course Sophie-mommy wouldn’t be in here, still… Claire’s gaze moved towards the curtains, visibly illuminated by the sun. It was hard to guess what time it was, and she didn’t want to look at the clock and know. She has work, but that’s not the whole reason she wouldn’t be here… and I really shouldn’t have gotten so excited because it’s not a big deal.

Claire sighed, shifting to sit up with her legs hanging over the side of her bed. She watched them dangle for a long time before she pushed herself off the edge and made her way to her dresser to gather up an outfit for the day.

Desperately as she tried to avoid it with her mind, there was no way to completely dodge the thought. Even as she tried to pick out her cutest pair of panties, or her tightest, smallest band t-shirt. She stopped short of her smallest skirt, but mostly because it was a tiny vinyl thing that reminded her far too much of the dress she’d worn the night before. Pulling that on around her ass felt like it would only make things feel worse.

Sophie-mommy… Scowling, Claire shook her head as she grabbed out a pair of socks. Sophia. Sophia was only even willing to have that date with me because she didn’t remember the rest of her life accurately. She didn’t know who I was—didn’t even recognize her own wife.

But even in that mentally altered state, she still wanted more of Mae.

Maybe this was a horrible idea, after all.

Claire made her way to the bathroom, and locked the door behind her before twisting the knobs of the shower. The loud rushing water made something in her eyes twitch and beg to join in, but she forced her tears back down.

Remember how excited you were just to fuck your own mother? Now she’s fucked you, too… And you’re feeling worse about things? Claire frowned, staring at her own face in the mirror. You didn’t even plan on that happening. You just had a really bad time with what happened asking out Elizabeth, and your mom took pity on you.

Mae took pity on you because she thought you were the kind of girl who needed lesbian magic to get a woman to love you, too.

Frowning harder at her own reflection as if to give it all of the blame didn’t make her feel any better, but something was oddly satisfying about it. Moments later she was stepping into the shower, turning up the water until it burned just a little too much, and then a little bit hotter.

Something about the water hurting felt more appropriate for her mood.

Mae said she’d teach you how to do it today… so try to focus on that…! Forcing herself to smile, Claire grabbed up her bottle of shampoo and squeezed a dollop into her hand. You might need the help, but at least you’ll have it. Mae said it was hard to do… and she might be a… questionably experienced teacher, but...

Her eyes fluttered back into her head as she massaged the shampoo into her scalp. The way it tingled at the top of her head, the way it helped her concentrate on being physical instead of just her emotions, Claire moaned.

Part of her smile wasn’t quite as artificial anymore.

She’s going to give you a technique that you never even imagined having before. Making women cum with just a touch? Claire purred, running her fingers down through her wet curls. I might not need to go around using it to do anything more than that if it doesn’t… need to…? I don’t know everything about it yet, but… I think that might help my chances just a little…!

Claire’s smile didn’t quite reach her eyes, but it was enough for her to get her mind off of the ache. Distracted by her thoughts of the many women she could touch just-so and become an unforgettable part of her life made everything so much better.

It wasn’t quite enough to have her masturbating in the shower, but it was enough that when she dried off she didn’t feel like she needed to cry anymore. Tugging on the clothing she’d brought with her from her room, she made her way downstairs and looked around for Mae. It was definitely too late for Sophia to still be at home, but Mae’s work was much more flexible. Instead of a traditional nine-to-five office position, she set her own hours and took clients only when she wanted to.

Sophia’s job provided for all of their basic needs well enough. It used to be that Mae was gone much more often, but

Wait… Claire frowned as she stopped halfway down the stairs. She’s a massage therapist. My mom with the power to melt a woman into a useless puddle with a single fingertip is a massage therapist…

Slapping her own face, Claire made her way down with her head shaking every step.

The smell of coffee wafted across Claire’s nose, and she smiled a little bit more. It was warm, and it smelled like mom, and that made it a little bit easier to enjoy the moment, too. Even if the reality of her situation didn’t change, that fragrance made her feel a little bit less alone.

“Good morning, sleepyhead!” Mae called out from the kitchen, her voice entirely too loud and upbeat. “Do you want any coffee? I made some extra if you do… Sophia didn’t need any this morning. She was too energetic without it so maybe it’s more accurate to say there’s more than there normally would be because of that!”

Claire paused as her feet touched down at the end of the stairs, and she frowned.

The smell of coffee is good, the taste not so much, and even Sophia didn’t have any this morning, but she usually does… and I could probably use the help to keep my energy up and make it so Mae doesn’t ask too many questions…

“Sure! Coffee sounds good! Lots of cream and sugar alright?” Claire even made herself giggle as she made her way into the kitchen. “Today’s a busy day, right? Women to sapphicize, things to learn, exciting stuff to do…?” To try laying it on extra thick, Claire even twirled as her feet fell on the hard, smooth surface of the kitchen.

Mae grinned at the sight of her.

As to be expected of Mae, she looked as ready to take on the town as Claire was presenting herself to be. Wearing a black silk button-up-blouse with a button too few buttoned over a short black skirt covered with a purple-and-gold sarong that was nearly as long, it as impossible for Claire not take several long moments to stare. She whistled, and Mae nodded her head appreciatively. “Thank you, sweetie… but you’re right. We have a lot to do…”

“I’m looking forward to it…! Been looking forward to a lot, really.” Claire watched as her mother filled a plain black mug, and then feigned being disgusted by her daughter’s request as she sprinkled in some sugar and poured in some of the same cream Sophia typically used. “So, if Elizabeth is a bad test subject for me… how about…” Claire tapped her own lip. “Belinda?”

Clearing her throat, Mae shook her head as she held out the mug. “No.”

Claire blinked, taking the mug and blowing across the top before taking a long, slow sip. “No…? Why not? She’s kinda cute… Michelle has a boyfriend so I’d feel a little bad… Belinda is single—she has been basically forever, hasn’t she?”

“I’m saying no, sweetheart.” Mae sighed, muttering something under her breath too quiet for Claire to ear. “Just not a good idea. You’ll need to trust me on some things, and this is one of them. I’ll try to explain things when it would be appropriate or possible to do so, but this is just… No, alright?”

“O…kay…” Claire stared into her cup, suddenly feeling like she’d done something very wrong without realizing it. “Then… uhm… Did you have someone in mind…? I get the feeling anyone else I’d suggest would go over about as… well…”

Mae nodded as she lifted up her mug, and Claire couldn’t stop herself from staring at the white cup. Framed by flowers were the words “World’s Best Mom” written in a fancy cursive script. I got that for Sophie-mommy…

The mug I got Mae was different… It said “World’s Greatest Mom” with a heart under “world’s”… Did she forget? Did Sophie-mommy?

“I did have someone in mind, actually… Someone that I feel like you always had a certain connection to but never quite had a chance to connect with as much as you would have liked. She’s also quite attractive, and an older woman, so that seemed right up your alley…” Mae raised an eyebrow. “Is everything alright, Claire-bear…?”

“What?” Claire shook her head, and then poured a mouthful from her mug to give herself an excuse to think out some excuse. She’d heard most of what her mother said.

I’m just feeling all sorts of complicated about you drinking from that. Why wasn’t Sophia drinking from it this morning? Why aren’t you drinking from the one that I got for you?

Wow. I really need to uh… get over this…

Quickly.

 “Yeah! I’m fine…!” Claire laughed, rubbing the back of her own head as she gulped down another mouthful. It was still a little too hot to be drinking it so quickly, but much like the shower that added a little something extra that Claire enjoyed more than she wanted to admit. “I just woke up… a little late, huh…? Musta gotten more sleep than I needed. You know that always slows me down a bit on the uh… mental… faculty… processing…?”

Mae looked dubious for a moment, but she smiled after a little nod. “Good. You’ll need your concentration and focus for today, but don’t drink too much coffee. Being too jittery wont help either…!”

“That makes sense…!” Claire breathed a sigh of relief, a little too loud for Mae to miss it under any reasonable circumstance. She rubbed over the surface of her white mug, glancing around the kitchen for something to take away her focus from the mug in Mae’s hand, or anything that made her think too much about Sophia. “So uhm… who do you have in mind…?”

“Well…” Mae grinned, sliding around the kitchen table to wrap an arm around her daughter’s waist. Claire stiffened at first for just a moment, before she plastered a warm, happy smile onto her lips again and loosened up. “Do you remember that one teacher you had sophomore year…? The young one with the long, wavy black hair…? The one who was always telling you how good of a grade you’d have if you actually turned in your homework?”

Claire winced, and then did her best to remember. She drank another mouthful before shaking her head. “That was… a lot of teachers, mom… I’ll need you to narrow it down.”

Mae laughed, shaking her head as she squeezed her daughter a little closer before stepping away to refill her mug. “I don’t know how I raised a daughter with your work ethic some days… but how about if I narrow it down to a psych teacher, and call her Neisha? Does that ring any bells?”

“Miss Sharma?!” Claire flushed, looking away before nodding very quickly. “Yeah, I uhm… I remember her! She was always really encouraging… Always could tell when I didn’t do the reading, because I was always acing the tests about everything we covered in class… It wasn’t my fault—I had a huge crush on her so it was easy to focus in class, but then I’d get home and… and there were girls to flirt with…!”

“You know how you sound saying that, right?” Mae raised her mug, and Claire groaned. “It’s alright. Believe it or not, Sappistry is stronger the thirstier you are for women in general. It helps to be attracted to the woman you’re using it on, but it isn’t strictly… necessary. Not that I’d know that from experience.” Mae sipped, and then smiled proudly. “Never been an issue.”

Claire blushed.

The only time I find women unattractive is usually because they’re shitty to someone I care about… Her teeth closed around her bottom lip. But if I knew that I could fuck some sense into them… Mmmph…

Okay, I don’t think I’ll have any troubles, either…

“So… do we finish up then head over there, or…?” Claire took another drink, this time a sensible sip. “Knowing I’ll be getting to know Miss Sharma a lot better is definitely… motivating.”

Mae shook her head, and smiled when Claire whined. “I could teach you the basics using her as a demo… but if I did? I would be the one melting her under my touch. I want to teach you a little first… and then give that pleasure to you.”

Claire quivered, and silently nodded.

I’m jealous of Mae—incredibly jealous of Mae—but it’s obvious that she loves me. It’s obvious she wants me to be happy.

“That sounds great, mom…! How do we get started…?”

“Oh, that’s simple.” Mae chuckled. “There are a lot of ways, but I think the best way is to get your arousal up first without being allowed to touch yourself—or anyone else. So… How do you feel about watching some milf porn with your mom?”

Claire flushed a deep red, and whined so sharply she was half surprised none of the glass in the room shattered.

Mae didn’t look away, her eyes meeting Claire with a very insistent expression that screamed she was going to just stand like that, waiting, waiting for her daughter’s response. Claire could only handle it for a few short minutes before she looked away with a whine.

“…sounds good…”

“Perfect!” Mae laughed as she finished her mug, and set it down with a happy sigh. “I grabbed up the perfect thing while you were still sleeping. I think you’ll like it!”

Claire laughed as she followed behind her mom, still sipping her first mug of coffee.

“Thanks, mom…”

It still felt so unreal to be experiencing this situation, her own mother not just encouraging her enjoyment of pornography—and older women—but out right indulging it right alongside her. It was too bad that they wouldn’t be masturbating amidst the process, but there was always the hope that, or something even more intimate, would come later.

The pain finally faded from Claire’s eyes. How she woke up wasn’t entirely forgotten—the ache, the loneliness, the knowing that the woman she’d enjoyed the most romantic night of her life with wouldn’t have even given her the time of day—but at least she felt Mae loved her.

Long term, I don’t think this is going to work for me, but… Claire smiled a little more, letting out another heavy sigh to push away more of her lingering stress. …I think it could work for now. There’s no need for me to worry about the long term ending up terrible before anything’s really had a chance to get started. Maybe this will lead to all of us being a lot happier in the end.

Wouldn’t that be great?

Settling down on the couch beside her mother, Claire looked shyly between their large flat screen television and her mother holding up the remote.

“Remember, no touching yourself. No touching me, either.” Mae’s expression, and her tone, were unusually stern for the mother Claire thought of as “the fun one.” It wasn’t a first, but it still felt especially odd given the circumstances. “I want you to notice the way they move, the way they quiver, the way their voices shake… Porn is a performance, and I didn’t seek out any of that ‘authentic’ stuff. This isn’t about authenticity. This is about desire.

“Got it?”

“Got it!”

Mae pressed play, and Claire gave the screen a serious look. Should I be taking notes…? Will there be a test…? Is this the spot where I’m supposed to regret mind controlling Sophia and turn back before I really go too far?

When the first shot of the movie was a beautiful, curvaceous, mature woman with long, curly brown hair wearing frilly lingerie under a diaphanous nightgown all of Claire’s thoughts of uncertainty instantly muted.

She wasn’t worried about morality, or if she should have a notebook in her lap. She wasn’t worried about impressing Miss Sharma or how good she would be at her mother’s craft.

She is so fucking hot!

All that Claire was worried about was how long it would take before the woman on the screen would be on her back.