Chapter 18: Feminine Wiles

Claire whimpered and whined, her hips squirming into the couch as she closed her teeth around her bottom lip. “Mom. This is just cruel. You can’t just keep trying to make me hornier without touching me or letting me touch myself, or letting me just straddle one of the arms of the couch or a pillow or something! I’m only human!”

“Look.” Mae turned to face her daughter with a raised eyebrow. “We need to get you aroused, and it needs to be explicitly unfulfilled and unsatisfied by the level of touch you’re allowed to experience. I could just edge you for a half hour if that would do the trick, and trust me, it wouldn’t be the first time I’d kept someone so intensely denied before…”

“H-hey…!” Claire quivered, her thighs clenching tight around her needy, desperate, pitiful pussy. Her thighs were ablaze with desire, and between them was a volcanic inferno of demanding, aching longing.

Since they’d sat on the couch an hour ago Mae had put on erotic clip after erotic clip, a compilation clearly made to appeal specifically to Claire’s desires. Claire had been expecting a clip or two, maybe even an entire old school porn DVD featuring a certain performer, but the marathon lasted for well over an hour and while it was clear that it was compiled with her in mind it was far more complicated than simply drawing on any one source.

So much of it was sexy, mature women being taken by younger women who had little time or patience for the mature women thinking they needed to have any consent, or volition, or anything that might be construed as an action or thought that didn’t facilitate more of their pleasure.

Other times it was a solo woman, as voluptuous and beautiful as Sophia, riding a sybian saddle with her arms and legs bound so that all she could do was shudder, writhe, and cry.

Alone or paired, there was so much woman flesh, dripping with sweat and lust, heads bowed or thrown back, breasts bouncing and jiggling… It was enough to break past Claire’s early-morning feelings of depression and drive her to a level of arousal that was nearly uncomfortable when her mother insisted she not be allowed any touch—not even her own.

“I’ve been… denied… this is just… this is too much…! I need something…!” Claire howled in sexual frustration, unable to keep her hips still at all. “It’d be one thing if I hadn’t had such… ready access… but lately… I’ve been having so much sex, and now I need to cum!”

Mae grinned, hooding her eyes. “You know, the performance that myself and fellow Weavers needed to watch for this was typically live? Experienced Weavers, kissing, sucking, fucking away… Surrounded by a group of us, barely legal weavers-to-be, yearning for something more, anything more…” Mae quivered, her body clenching in a way that made Claire whine. “Any of us who reached out for an actual touch, or worse, got it…?

“A single fingertip down along their spines… every nerve lit on fire, so sensitive, but another touch… right… here…” Mae gestured down to right where her flower tattoo hid away under her clothing. “Pressed into place, twisted… and it was like a key inside of a lock. Thrown into some closet, some locked room, hypersensitive, desperately needy… but unable to cum, until they pleaded to be let out, and then were denied… The Weavers were strict.”

Claire whined, forcing her thighs apart as they neared contact. “F-fuuuck, Mae-mommy…! You know it is possible to cum without being touched, right…?! If you keep this up we’ll need to start all over…”

“Goodness…” Mae hooded her eyes. “Let’s hope that means what I think it means for your… potential. I imagined it was going to take a lot more to get you like this since you can’t experience any direct stimulation… or you won’t be able to find the rhythm. Weavers called it the ‘Call of the Loom’, Nightingales call it the ‘Excitement of Passion’… I think at least one of the Japanese traditions calls it ‘Calling of the Sun’ or something like that?” Claire whined pitifully, and Mae smirked. “Look, I worked with other conspiracies once or twice, we had time to small talk…”

Mae waved her hand, dismissing the train of thought with a roll of her eyes. Claire huffed. The last thing I need right now is a history lesson! Give me orgasms, or give me lesbian magic!

“Anyway…” Mae smiled, leaning back, and away from her daughter. Claire was attracted to Mae even in situations where she wasn’t humming with lust and need, but she couldn’t imagine how anyone wouldn’t be attracted to Mae’s combination of confidence and keen awareness of her own sensuality. “If you’re overcome with the need for a woman, yourself, or someone else…?

“Then we can begin with your first practical lesson.”

Claire nodded so fast she had to grab onto the couch to steady herself. “I swear I can usually control myself, but after last night, and having you sitting so close to me the whole time, and just… I don’t know how anyone would be expected to not at least be a little turned on…!”

Mae looked down to her daughter’s chest where her small band t-shirt, and the bra she wore under it, were both doing precious little to hide her stiffened nipples. She then glanced down to her daughter’s short skirt, which was so high up along her thighs it made seeing a hint of her soaked panties underneath simple.

Her eyes met Claire’s.

“And you’re… a little turned on, now? Having me this close…” Mae reached out a hand towards her daughter’s chest, not quite grasping, not quite caressing, simply sliding her fingers around Claire’s curves without any actual contact. Claire writhed, whimpering with her eyes full of adorable, helpless pleading. “Knowing that I could make you cum with a single touch, that I could ram my knee between your legs and make you a shuddering, orgasmic mess…?”

Oh fuck if she knows how to use a single finger so well, how would her knee feel?! Claire stared off into the middle distance, her eyes hazy and mildly unfocused. Mmm or her nails down my back… Gosh, what would it be like to see Mae-mommy overtaken by lust, even at the age of eighteen…? Now it would be…

Mmm she’d look like one of those bound women, panting, drooling, dripping… Has anyone ever made her look so… helpless, so slutty, so… horny…?

As sexy as it was to imagine her mother so utterly mind blown, the thought brought her back to the sight of her mother’s actual amused expression in the present. Her cheeks burned. There was no way she could pretend she wasn’t lost amidst very erotic daydreams.

“O-okay…!” Claire whined, looking away as though there was anywhere she could look to hide her lust while still sitting so close to her mother. Her cheeks were a deep, dark red as she stared at the couch. Her hips were squirming even more than before, and her breath was so much quicker. “More than just a little…! You’ve made me cum, but it was only with that… Sapphistry… and now all I can think about is… is…”

“Sometime soon, when you don’t have important lessons to learn, or dates with your mother?” Mae smiled. “I’ll see what I can do about showing you what I can do that doesn’t result in your psyche crashing… But…” Her hand moved from hovering over her daughter’s chest, instead holding a finger just far enough in front of her lips that she could feel it but not touch it, the sheer warmth of her mother’s finger, her softness, her presence, was more palpable than anything more physical. “Right now, I think you’re in the perfect state.

“So, take off your clothes or you are going to ruin them.”

Claire shuddered.

Can’t trust my voice right now… Just nod and strip, just nod and… Claire moaned as she stood, reaching down to cross her arms over her chest before she slowly pulled her top up over her head. She’s staring right at you… She’s seen you naked before, she’s seen your mind destroyed and she’s still looking at you so hungry, so thirsty, so…

Mae watched as Claire shimmied out of her skirt, reaching up to unhook her bra and hold it to her chest for a long moment before letting it drop to the ground. As little as Claire was concentrating on making it some sort of a sexy dance, the way her arousal affected her ability to do anything effectively gave her motions that effect regardless. The squirm of her hips, the arch of her back, the clenching of her thighs—all of it gave Mae an exceptional view of her young daughter’s hyper aroused body.

While Claire might not have been trying to dance, she couldn’t help but be aware of the attention Mae was spending on her every movement. Brown eyes followed each shift of her hips, each sway of her body.

Neglect wasn’t a crime that Mae committed with any regularity, but the sheer level of her focus on Claire was enough to make her already sweltering heat so much better and so much worse. Being so sensitive as she peeled off her soaked panties meant that the air of the room, inherently cooler than the tight security of her sopping panties, made Claire jerk and twitch and whine as she tried as hard as she could to keep her thighs apart.

Mae’s demands for Claire to keep from touching herself were very explicit. She didn’t want to risk that meaning even her thighs.

The last thing she wanted was a touch along her spine, one above her sex, then a closet.

It was already torment. Any more, and with any greater isolation, felt unbearable to even imagine. She quickly shook her head, standing naked before her mother. She didn’t even bother to try hiding any of her flushed, squirming body away.

Ohhh fuck! I don’t know how I’m supposed to be able to handle this… Was she making it worse somehow…? I’ve watched plenty of porn and never gotten like this… Does it have something to do with the way that now I’ve felt her power a part of me is aware of my body, my sexuality, something in a way I wasn’t before…?

Or am I just this much of a slut naturally…?

“So…” Mae looked from the tops of her daughter’s feet up along her legs, allowed a lingering stare at her flushed pussy, and then continued on up past her belly, her breasts, until their gazes met. “Hold out your hand, towards me. Think about how much you want me.”

“W-want you…? Which way…” Claire quivered as she held out her right hand. Her fingers were lightly twitching, shuddering, her eyes fluttering. “How I want to squeeze and knead and grind until you’re a sweating mess, or the way I want to grab your hair, and shove your head between my legs, or ride your leg until I’ve cum enough to be sore for a week…?”

Mae hooded her eyes.

“Both.”

Claire whined, her fingers twitching as she focused on all of the desire she felt for her mother, all of the unfulfilled lust and yearning and ache that was fueled by porn and incestuous fantasies. A week ago she never would have imagined herself standing naked in front of her mother, much less openly discussing just what she wanted, but now it almost seemed ordinary. She hadn’t yet learned what her mother had to teach her, but the situation was starting to feel less and less impossible.

It was easier and easier for Claire to understand the strange world she’d been living in her whole life. Desire for other women, craving for other women, there could be more to it than simply lust, or love, physical or emotional needs. There could be something more from it, and that more was why she was holding out her hand.

“Good… good.” Mae smiled… shifting so that Claire’s hand was reaching for one of her breasts. She reached up to her chest, opening a button, and then another, until so much more of her breasts were in view along with a teasing hint of her bra. “But don’t just want me, Claire. Long for me. Ache for me. Channel all of your desire for women, for lips on yours, for fingers through your hair… All of the things that make you think of women, and force that into your fingertips.

“Feel your heart beat only for other women… Only for your own need for women… your own ache for them… the way that right now, you would do anything for them…” Mae moaned, trailing a finger down the center of her exposed chest. “Think of Sophie-mommy. Think of Elizabeth. Think of Miss Sharma. Think of me…” Mae wiggled her fingers in front of her breasts and grinned. “And put all of that into your fingers… Until you can feel them throb with your every heartbeat.”

Claire could only nod. Her throat didn’t feel like it was made to help her speak. Instead it existed to swallow hard as she stared at her mother’s chest and forced all of what she wanted, all of what she needed, ached for, desired, into her fingers as much as she could.

But it didn’t feel any different.

This doesn’t… How do I make all of the ways I want her go into my hands…?! Claire almost sobbed. She could imagine Sophia’s breast in her hands, or her fingers inside of her Mae-mommy’s pussy, or Elizabeth’s hand resting against her cheek, but feel anything special, anything arcane and forbidden and able to make a woman cum with a touch…? My heart is beating so fast… so hard… so warm, but… but how… how do I make it want like that… how do I make it yearn…

Her eyes widened.

S-sophia… Claire shifted her hand down until it was reaching for between her mother’s legs. I want to kiss her… to hold her… I want what she said she wanted… I don’t just want kisses… I don’t just want one date—or even just… dates in her mind…

I want to have the courage to marry Sophie-mommy…!

Thinking just of her lustful desires hadn’t been enough, but the moment that she imagined the way Sophia must have seen their dining room, the way Sophia spoke when they were laying together in the bliss of afterglow, so much intense aching, yearning, pleading with reality to make her mother see her as something, anything more than her daughter…

That was when she could feel the energy, like the threads on a loom, flowing from her heart out to the tips of her fingers and back around again.

Claire could feel the hot warmth throbbing inside of her, the way that her heart wasn’t beating for her, but for Sophia. She could feel the way that her whole body tingled and ached, threads moving up to her hand from between her thighs, from her back, from her other hand, all the way down at the base of her feet…

Every square inch of Claire’s body was alive with her Sapphic desires, throbbing and pulsing in ways she never could have hoped to understand without them becoming all that she could feel, all that she could understand… and need.

“Now Claire…” Mae shuddered, her eyes hooded. “I’m ready for you, so it won’t be quite for me what it was for you… and you won’t have any technique, but…” Mae lounged back, curling a single finger to invite Claire closer. “Touch me with that hand. Feel me… force your desire into me… and touch me, kiss me… Want…?” Mae shifted, her thighs moving together until her skirt bunched up around her waist. Clutching her own drenched pussy was a black, lacey thong. “Take.”

“Y-yes Mae-mommy… Mom…!” Claire didn’t hesitate. She couldn’t, not anymore. She was overrun with desire, her hand throbbing with all of the fantasies she’d ever had for either of her mothers, for her friends, for her teachers, and the many, many women she’d crushed on over the years.

It took extreme arousal, and the catalyst to bring it to the surface was her love for Sophia, but there was no way she ever would have put that same level of concentration into a single point of her body without being instructed to by Mae.

Practically falling atop her mother, Claire’s hand slid along the natural shape of her exposed panties. Every slight motion she made, pressure intensified, yearning expressed through low, deep moans, there was something new, something more that Claire could feel than simply the clenching of her mother’s thighs trapping her hand into place, or the feel of her mother’s lips as they passionately kissed.

She’s so… so wet… and I can feel… Feel the flow of her lust… feel the way her desire moves inside of her… all of the ways it laces… makes her… her… Ohhhh…! Claire shuddered, rubbing faster, firmer, mashing her chest into her mother’s as her lips pressed that much harder into Mae’s. Fuck, I’m so wet, my body is so hot… and so is hers…!

I can feel… so many… threads… so many colors… so many desires… for different women, different desires with those women… desires in her body… pleasure… yearning… Their lips parted, and Claire’s tongue dove into her mother’s mouth as quickly as it could, her fingers making their way under her panties. She wants… so much… needs it… Longing… weaves on top of weaves… stitched together so tight… my mommy… my Mae… mine…!

Mae screamed into Claire’s mouth, her eyes wide as something inside of them quivered, some integral spark of her personality, of her mind, falling silent as she writhed under her daughter’s relentless touch. She moaned, arching and pressing herself as insistently against Claire as she could. Her thighs couldn’t stay together any longer, falling open as she groaned.

Watching all of that with me… it made her just as hot as it made me… she wanted to touch herself, too… wanted to touch me… wanted me between her legs… wanted us straddling each other’s knees… rolling… grinding…! Claire’s fingers stroked insistently at her mother’s clit, all of her own desire, all of her own longing, all of her own love for women rippling into her mother’s most tender, vulnerable places.

Claire’s eyes were shut tight, but Mae’s were wide open. As much as she should have been able to take in with eyes that wide, Mae looked as though she couldn’t see anything at all. She moaned louder and louder with each circuit her daughter’s fingers played across her clit. The haze in her eyes grew thicker, more of her body arched out, offered.

Driven forward by fantasies and a power she didn’t begin to understand, Claire broke the kiss and stared into her mother’s eyes. “Mae-mommy… It’s like I… Like I can feel how much you want me, like… Like I could grasp ahold of all of it… and just… do… this…!”

In a simple, quick motion Claire’s fingers moved from her mother’s clit to thrust deep inside of her. Mae screamed, her eyes falling shut as her entire body quivered into the sensation. While it was a simple physical motion, now that Claire was aware of the energy moving inside of her, she was aware of that same desire, longing, and pleasure that was moving so freely inside of her mother.

Twisting the many threads of her mother’s loom together, binding them into a single point, it was as though she were thrusting all of her mother’s libido and longing into Claire’s pussy.

Mae clenched tight, her body shaking as she let out a wordless scream. It was hardly even syllables, and instead more the raw vocal expression of every desire, every sensitive place on her body, each and every one of those things twisted together, and then thrust somewhere dark, and wet, and squeezed so tight she couldn’t hold back even with her greater experience and training.

It’s like I can feel her body cumming … feel it all… echoing through me… and I can taste it… f-fuck…! Claire kissed over the exposed tops of her mother’s breasts, not doing anything to pull her bra out of the way or attempt to reach underneath. I’m so… soaked… sweat and… I… I don’t feel like I came, but… d-did Mae cum for both of us…? Claire groaned, nuzzling into her mother’s chest.

“Ohhh fuck…!”

Claire shuddered. My fingers are still inside of her… still inside of Mae-mommy… She’s breathing so quick… Claire groaned, wiggling her hips, and curling her toes. I can feel the desire that pulled us together, mommy’s longing for me to feel lust and love and connection… I can feel the things that pulled us both closer, made us so much closer than any reasonable family… She smiled, nuzzling in closer, curling her fingers to trace at lines inside of her mother that seemed to reach into long-forgotten places full of forgotten desire and lust.

“Mae-mommy…?” She kissed Mae’s chest again, squeezing closer. Claire didn’t want to pull her fingers back, not yet, not when feeling them inside of her made Claire feel so powerful, so connected, so close. “Thank you for sharing this with me…! I want to learn everything that you have to teach… I want to become soooo good at this that I’m the best…!”

“Y-yesss… C-claire… th-the best… I…” Mae groaned. Her mouth hung open between her words, barely closing even as she spoke unless it was absolutely necessary for the sound. Her eyes fluttered half open, but they looked even blanker, even more gone than they had before. “I’ll teach you… e-e-every… everythiiiing…”

Blinking, Claire shifted her weight until she was looking into Mae’s eyes again. Without removing her fingers from her mother’s cunt, she slowly waved her other hand in front of them. Mae’s eyes didn’t follow her hand, they didn’t clear.

She continued to stare blankly, her mouth open, body quivering with each slight movement of Claire’s hand.

Curling her fingers inside of her mother, Claire shuddered as Mae groaned and bucked. Her eyes still didn’t focus. She could feel the many threads of her mother, all still bound around her fingers deep between her legs. Held inside of Mae’s own cunt, her mind was paralyzed, bound tight within her own confines.

Did I… actually… overpower my own mother… overpower… an experienced weaver…?! Claire groaned, clenching her thighs at the possibility. There’s no way, right…? She said she’d be ready… she said… it would be… different…

She definitely doesn’t feel shattered apart, but subdued…? Trapped…? That… definitely seems accurate…

“Mae…?” Claire whimpered. She had to check. She had to be sure. There was no room for error in this. If she was wrong, she could only imagine how upset Mae would be. “I want you to tell me… tell me…”

Claire’s mind raced, desperate for some question, some piece of information, that she knew her mother would never want to share.

It was so much harder now than it would have been a week ago.

We’ve had sex…! She’s shared Sophia with me…! Claire whimpered. What do I even use to… to…

“Mae-mommy…” Claire forced herself to slow her breathing. Mae remained in every way oblivious, still only reacting to Claire’s fingers inside of her. “Tell me which of you is my birth mother… I’ve never wanted to ask, and uhm… I have your eyes, but I feel a lot more like Sophie-mommy gets me sometimes, and… it doesn’t matter to me, not really, but… That topic always made you a little anxious so… tell me.”

Mae took a deep, slow breath before letting out a long sigh. “N-neither…”

Claire frowned.

Well, that’s not what I wanted to hear, but… I guess I asked for this. If she didn’t tell me, then it had to be for a reason, right? She tried to keep herself calm, to not leap to conclusions, but it felt especially difficult when she could still feel so much power surging between herself and Mae. She’s still my Mae-mommy, Sophia is still my Sophie-mommy, so…

“W-we needed a surrogate…” Mae continued to speak, and Claire stared at her incredulously. Of course there was more, but she wasn’t expecting to hear it offered up so freely. “A-another woman you never met… gave birth to you, but… you’re… mine and… Sophia’s…”

The possibilities for what that could mean raced through Claire’s mind, but she couldn’t stop and consider any of it. She couldn’t take the time to process each of them, and decide which of them made the most sense.

Instead, she curled her fingers harder inside of Mae, and shuddered when her mother screamed before falling limp. Her every breath made her entire body twitch and quiver in the most erotic ways and Claire couldn’t bring herself to look away—or to stop wiggling her fingers to encourage those many little gasps and mewls.

“You’re going to tell me more about this… eventually… but…” More possibilities raced through Claire’s mind. With Mae’s mind and body open to her, no one could deny her any of what she wanted. Date nights with Sophia, changing either of them however she desired… she was free to enjoy herself however she liked without needing to be restricted. Mae was clearly helpless at her fingertips, and that made Claire so impossibly wet. “Right now… Tell me what you want me to do, what you want me to learn from you most of all… what would make you the happiest to see from me…”

Mae groaned, arching up once again as Claire’s fingers twisted and curled, tying the threads inside of her into knots.

If I’m right… Claire quivered as she watched her mother’s lips, waiting for any slight motion. Then what she says is going to more than justify anything I could possibly do…

“W-want…” Mae whimpered. Her body arched even higher off of the couch before falling even slacker, back bent forward and legs played far apart. “Taaaaaake…!”

“In that case, Mae-mommy…?” Claire hooded her eyes. “I think you’ve been experiencing a lot of time as a hedonist where you’ve been the one taking responsibility for everyone else’s pleasure…” Fingers curled around Mae’s bra, tugging it down until her breast fell free, her pink nipple stiff. “And I think it’s time you got to enjoy someone else taking care of everyone… including you. And if I’m saying that, then… you agree… don’t you, mommy?”

Mae whimpered. Claire’s lips wrapped around her nipple, gently nursing from her breast. “Y-yess, C-claire… t-time to… enjoy… o-oohhh…!”

Claire wiggled her hips, hooding her eyes as she suckled and suckled, her fingers still buried as deep as they could inside of her mother’s pussy. I may still have a lot to learn from my Mae-mommy… but having two obedient mommies who shudder when I call them mommy, who are just so eager to fulfill my every desire, with me doing my best to make that their deepest, most powerful fantasy as I fulfill all of the ones before I took control…?

Things around here are just going to keep getting better and better…

Wet sounds of lips, tongues, and fingers filled the room between Claire’s whispers. Every contortion of her mother’s desires, every shudder of her mother’s body, all of that taught Claire so much more than she could have learned if she’d remembered she had class today.