Chapter 22: Mae in Repose

“So I’m sorry that we didn’t get to… discuss your old teacher’s new role in your life, at least in any way that saw us going to see your former teacher herself, but…” Mae quivered as she ran her fingers through her daughter’s hair. “Sometimes it’s best to not rush these things, and as long as my daughter is happy…? That’s… That’s what’s the most important to me…”

“I know, mommy…!” Claire purred, her eyes hooding lower as Mae shuddered, her fingers quivering. “Don’t worry… I had a lot of fun today… You taught me a lot.”

Mae was sitting up on the couch. Though her eyes were faintly foggy, she looked more as though she needed a nap rather than her mind was completely melted out from between her thighs. Her expression was a lazy smile. Claire’s praise made her shudder and clench, but it didn’t seem to steal away her volition so much as perceptibly soften her.

Down in her lap, Claire was eagerly nuzzling into Mae’s lap. Her hips wiggled as she purred louder. No one could take a single look at her without knowing that she was living her best life being as happy as she could possibly be.

Outside the sun was still high in the sky, but summer was also so close that it would be some time before evening light dimmed at any reasonable hour. Claire didn’t care one bit about the weather, too busy wiggling and purring and giggling with all the happiness in the whole world. Mae obediently stroked through her daughter’s hair, her every motion careful and precise as she savored her daughter’s warmth against her.

Mmm… Mae-mommy is mine now… Even when I let her think again, when I tugged my fingers loose from her threads… Claire sighed. It was a lot harder than I would have imagined to get them loose… embarrassing… but gosh the loud screams she made were really hot…

“What would you like to do tonight, Claire-bear?” Mae squeezed her daughter’s shoulder, her smile widening as Claire giggled. “Sophia should be home relatively soon. As fun as it is to dominate her time, and she loves it as much as we do… She does deserve time where she can think. Make sure if you want that you make sure there’s nothing that she was looking forward to…”

Claire grinned, kissing Mae’s thigh. “Oh… Don’t worry mommy.” Mae shuddered, her eyes faintly rolling back into her head for just a moment. Claire’s thighs clenched. “We can’t let mommy remember things yet, I know, but… I did make it so I can tell if she would like more…”

“Oh…?” Mae blinked, her hand moving to stroke along her daughter’s side. “And how did you manage that? You keep showing just how clever you are… I continue to be more and more impressed.”

More impressed than you know… Claire could stop herself from vocalizing her thoughts, but she couldn’t stop herself from grinning wickedly. You’re wrapped around my finger, mommy. Both of you…

Maybe I will still go after Miss Sharma. I seem to be good at keeping my girls happy, and she deserves to be happy, too…

After a dreamy sigh, Claire shifted to hug her mother and nuzzle into her belly. “So she can’t… remember them—not as memories. You were… very clear on that. But… I didn’t want her to forget them entirely, either… that didn’t sound very fun. I wanted her to be able to… have some connection to those memories… It felt like a real shame to put so much effort into making her happy and then just… poof…”

Mae raised an eyebrow, her caresses slowing. “So…?”

“Soooo…” Claire squeezed tighter, kissing her mother’s stomach before continuing. “I… Dreams would possibly make her… uncomfortable. If she remembered… who was in them. So I made them… dreams, but where she doesn’t remember the most… precise details, more how they made her feel, what she got to do… so if she ever says something like… ‘oh, I wish I was dreaming!’ then… bam…!”

Mae grinned. “Clever… good girl. Your mother may be amenable to eventually being her daughter’s secret girlfriend, but it will take some work… don’t push her. Weaving might be able to claim her will, and even make her willfully forget things… but it’s rarely a perfect concealment. It may create distance between you, make her unconsciously worry about you, or herself… and by the time you realize the effect it’s had on her, she might already be very emotionally scarred.

“Promise me you’ll tread carefully…?” Mae smiled hopefully down at Claire. Though her tone was still confident, there was a certain force that it lacked compared to how she might have treated the subject before. There was more of a hope, a desire to convince rather than a firm setting of rules.

Authority between Claire and her mother had shifted in a way that was easy to perceive, and even easier to feel. Even if Mae wasn’t completely aware, and it was hard to be certain if she was or not from a glance, Claire certainly was.

Every wiggle of her hips, every giggle, every grin—they all beamed with pride.

“I promise, mommy…” Claire sighed, kissing again, and then again, each time her lips moving the faintest bit higher. “I care about Sophie-mommy a lot… I won’t let anything make her feel the least bit bad if I can help it.” Her lips pressed under Mae’s breast, softly, sweetly, and Mae wiggled with a sharp gasp of breath. “Was there anything that you were hoping for tonight…?”

Mae slowly shook her head, and then shifted her weight so she could sink back into the couch behind her. “Mm… No… I’m… absolutely exhausted. Training you to weave… Mm. You really are a natural… but mommy didn’t expect you to be… so good at it.”

“You told me to concentrate all of my love and lust for women, mommy…” Claire purred louder, nuzzling into her mother’s chest. “I have a lot of that…”

“You certainly do…” Mae sighed, groaning as Claire slowly kissed her way up to just over her heart. “Maybe being denied this… mmm… training for so long just means you have more to… ohhh… h-harnessss…” Mae groaned, her fingers moving to lace through her daughter’s hair.

Each time that Claire’s lips pressed into Mae for a kiss, Mae could feel a magnetic pull at her nerves as though tugging the most sensitive feelings through her shirt, through her bra, and right into Claire’s warm, wet lips. Not only was it as though there were no layers between Claire and Mae, but her kiss reached deeper, making Mae hypersensitive and leaving her panting as her whole body writhed and her breathing quickly became ragged.

Claire’s eyes hooded, and her lips continued to gently, slowly kiss at her mother’s chest. She neared closer and closer to a nipple, feeling the way that so many threads connected at that singular point. She tasted her mother’s pleasure, tasted the way that pleasure and submission and obedience and desire twisted together with each kiss, braiding threads in ways that bound.

Claimed.

Mae-mommy belongs to me… Claire purred, pressing tighter, closer to her quivering mother. I can remind her with a kiss… but I don’t even need to… She might not remember, not completely but she’s still behaving just the way I want…

Claire’s nails raked down her mother’s sides, tangling together so many threads of vulnerability, longing, and a desire to please. Mae whimpered, arching and writhing as she tried to press into both hands at once.

It’s just so easy to use her… so… fun… Claire’s tongue reached out, tasting the fabric of her mother’s top. Though it merely left a slight stain on her mother’s shirt, Mae still groaned and sank back. Apparently doing this so much is wearing her out, and… I really shouldn’t push her too hard. She can probably tell what I’m doing like this, but she’s already programmed to want me in control enough that she might not mind that very much…

“Mmm… My daughter is… s-so good…” Mae quivered as she slowly stroked through her curls. “I… ohh… F-feel like you spent… h-hours… Mmm… but I know it was short… then I… taught you… we… sh-showered… but it feels like I’ve been… woven up all day… feel so… so…”

Claire stopped, rubbing her lips together as she peered into her mother’s hooded eyes. “Feel so… what, mommy…?”

Mae groaned.

“Fucked…”

Shuddering, Claire slowly nodded. “I think it’s been a long time since you’ve had any of your strings… plucked… but if you just need to take an early night tonight… that’s really fine. I can keep Sophie-mommy occupied even if she isn’t in the mood to… dream. Maybe we can watch something, or cuddle and talk about life, or…” Claire hummed thoughtfully, and then her cheeks lit up a deep red. “I really do like talking with her, spending time with her… you know…?”

Mae laughed. It was a tired, quiet, and distant laugh but it was still very much a laugh. “You love her… maybe as much, and in as many ways as I do… She’s more than just a nice pair of tits… legs…” Mae gestured her hand side to side in the air as she spoke, before stroking again through Claire’s curls. “…an ass that won’t quit… I could go on…”

“We really could list all of her sexiest traits for hours, couldn’t we…?” Claire giggled, a hand raising up to grasp and squeeze at her mother’s breast until she softly cried. “But she’s also compassionate, funny, nurturing… kind… soft… warm…”

“The perfect mother…” Mae groaned, rolling against her daughter’s hand, and her closeness. “You should… s-stop… We won’t hear the porch creak if I’m… moaning…”

Claire flushed and nodded, her hand pulling away as she settled down and nuzzled back into her mother’s lap. As long as maintaining a level of visible innocence with Sophia was important she needed to be capable of behaving—and she knew it. The last thing she wanted to do was to push her mother too quickly.

If Sophia was ever going to be her girlfriend, her wife, to fulfill all of the desires she’d had as a little girl, it would take patience. Feeling the power inside of her, the power she wielded over Mae, it felt unfair that now was when she needed to slow down.

I could just… pin her down… make her long for me, make her need me, but that… Claire whimpered. That’s not what I want... I don’t want her to belong to me just because I controlled her mind… I want her to love me… I want her to plead for our love to last forever… I… I don’t want it to end when I let her think…

Claire sighed and nuzzled into Mae’s lap as fingers continued to stroke through her hair. The touch was soft, delicate, and while she could feel threads inside of her grasped, even made to vibrate like the strings of a guitar, she could tell the touches were too gentle to overpower her.

Waves of love and tenderness rippled through Claire’s body, but all they did was make her smile and make her mother’s lap that much more comfortable.

Mae was too obedient to try usurping her role as the new woman of the house. Even the actions she took using her special gift, a gift that Claire was certain she’d used many times on both Claire and her mother in ways too subtle to be noticed by someone who was unaware, were still taken to please Claire and make her a happy, contented daughter.

This situation is really complicated…

And I still haven’t asked about my whole… parentage situation… but how do I broach the topic while she’s… thinky…? I don’t want to upset her if it’s complicated… just so… curious…!

As if on cue, Claire heard the creaking of the porch, and let out a deep, heavy sigh. It was time to behave. It was time to make sure that she didn’t ruin her chances with her mother—chances that still felt more tenuous than she liked.

“Hello…! I’m home…!” Sophia’s voice was joy turned into a particle and a wave. Every slight inflection was full of excitement and bliss. It was enough to make Claire wriggle and squirm. The couch wasn’t within view of the front door, but it was close enough that she had to fight the urge to hop up to her feet and run to meet her mother. “Today went great, but it’s still really nice to be home with my beautiful family!”

Claire quivered.

Sophia sounds… So… Claire grasped at her mother’s thighs, careful to not grasp at a thread or squeeze too tightly. Mae squirmed, but her only sound was a quiet, barely audible gasp. Happy… I didn’t see her this morning… Was last night so good for her, so amazing, that she’s still riding the high of it…?

Do I dare even hope for that…?

“W-welcome home…!” Claire called out, blushing as she forced herself to sit up. Until recently she rarely spent so much time indulging in so much lap-cuddling, at least not for quite some time. “Mae-mommy and I are over on the couch…!”

Mae smiled, nodding in silent approval as she smoothed down a few locks of Claire’s hair that were sticking up this way or the other. Though she’d been ragged so shortly ago, her breathing was already calm and the flush was already completely gone from her cheeks. She might not have been immune to Claire’s wiles, but she seemed to have an almost supernatural ability to recover from arousal.

Sophia made her way into the living room, her feet only clad in stockings that disappeared up under her professional black pencil skirt. A red sweater under her black blazer could do nothing but emphasize her bust with the bright, vibrant color. It brought out the red of her lips, and the brown of her eyes.

“I’m glad you two have been spending so much time together, lately…” Sophia giggled, and moved over to kiss Claire’s forehead, and then Mae’s lips. Both kisses were quick, but neither was less full of her love. “We used to spend so much more time together when you were younger, Claire… Oh, do you remember when we used to bake together, and you’d always ask if we could make eclairs?”

Claire’s cheeks turned a deep red as she nodded and shyly hid her face in Mae’s arm.

Mae smirked, stroking her daughter’s hair as she looked up at Sophia. “The time you brought a whole box of them home after work, and her eyes lit up… Our Claire-bear is the cutest girl in the whole world… isn’t she?”

“She is…!” Sophia sighed, and Claire whined. “Were you two planning to get up to anything tonight? If so, could I join in?” Sophia sat on the other side of Claire, squishing her perfectly between both of her mothers.

Claire squirmed.

Just ask. The worst thing is she can say she’s so happy because spending the day away from you was nice… and my Sophie would never say anything like that…

Quietly clearing her throat, Claire tipped her head, trying to pretend that she wasn’t still as red as a cherry atop a finely crafted pastry. “What has you so… energetic? It’s not like you hate your job, but you’re usually a little less…” Claire gestured as she struggled to find some way to describe what she meant, but in the end she simply shrugged.

“Oh don’t be silly, I’m this excited after work plenty of time… aren’t I?” Sophia looked between Claire and Mae. Both shook their heads, though Mae did it with more of a grin than the shy Claire who was straining to not hide against her mother’s arm. “Well… maybe I should be more often! I’m feeling charged, and I have all day. I… I slept so amazingly last night, so even after a long day at work I’m still buzzing!”

“You sound like a teenager with a crush.” Mae laughed quietly, slowly shaking her head. “There anyone I should be worried about…?”

Sophia blushed.

Claire quivered.

Please say yes. Or… wait… There’d be no reason for her to think that the me with a mansion full of voyeuristic maids would be a real person… but… Claire still crossed her fingers. There’s no one else who could be making her feel quite like this…

Right…?

“Well if you must know…” Sophia pouted very slightly, but it didn’t make her seem younger. Something about even her pouting seemed mature and warm. Claire nuzzled into her arm, wrapping both of her arms around it. “I had the most amazing dream and something about it had me riding high all day. You know I love you, Mae, and you know you’re the most important woman in my world, Claire… but it was nice to have a whole night feeling like I was falling in love over and over again as though it was the first time.

“Your mother is a bit of a romantic, and it isn’t as though Mae isn’t, but…” Sophia sighed, a hand resting over her chest. “Can anything compare to a perfect dream that knows exactly how to make you feel adored and special? I’ve spent all day caught up in that feeling of not so much young love or infatuation as knowing someone loved me so much. And it helped…” She kissed Claire’s forehead again. “That I knew I’d be coming home to both of you.”

“O-oh…” Claire flushed, nuzzling more into her mother’s arm as she let out a shy mewl. “That sounds like a very nice dream…”

Mae nodded, her grin spread as far across her face as it could be. “It definitely sounds like this woman is my competition, a dream or otherwise… But… as much as I’d love to take advantage of all of this energy you have tonight…”

When Mae yawned, the sound was so loud, and lasted so long, that both her daughter and her wife were forced to yawn shortly thereafter.

“Sounds like you should take it easy tonight! If you want, you can take a nap while Claire and I prepare some dinner together.” Sophia smiled down at her daughter, who only blushed deeper. “How does that sound?”

“Sounds… good…” Claire’s voice was so soft and adorably small. her mothers so casually teasing her seemed to have regressed her, and while she still was quite clearly a twenty-year-old college student her demeanor had changed entirely. “Whatever you want to cook… I’ll be happy to help! I love doing things with you, and we can talk about whatever you want…!”

Mae laughed, kissing the top of her daughter’s head as she stood. Another yawn was close behind. “Don’t worry about rushing it, I think… I may end up sleeping right through the night. I got a lot of…” Mae paused, staring off into the distance for a moment. Watching her, Claire could almost swear she watched several threads of desire, hidden away inside of Mae, slowly pulling themselves taut enough for her mother to function. “Nn… Exercise…? Sorry, I really… really am tired. I love you Claire… Sophie…”

Sophia stood, and Claire released her arm so that her mothers could embrace. “You’re always so pretty when you’re sleepy. Usually I’m the one getting tired first and needing a nap… Do you want me to cuddle you off to sleep…?” Sophia squeezed Claire closer, and they shared a kiss just long enough for Claire to quiver.

See, knowing that I could make both of them drop to their knees at any moment…?

This is helping me be a lot less jealous…!

“Mm… I would normally say yes, but… I wouldn’t want to tear you away from Claire.” Mae’s words teased down Claire’s spine, and she quivered again. “I can’t remember the last time the two of you spent a night together, cooking or otherwise… I wouldn’t want to get in the way of that.”

“Aw, it won’t take too long, right…?” Claire smiled. “Fifteen, twenty minutes at most… you look like you could fall asleep standing up, mommy.”

Mae shuddered as she yawned again, and something in her eyes looked even more distant. The way she slumped, the way she squirmed felt even weaker. “I think… nnn… that our Claire-bear is right… so if you really don’t mind a few minutes of cuddling…”

Claire shuddered, thankful that Sophia’s attention was entirely focused on Mae.

Was that because I suggested that she was so tired…? Is my power over her mind so complete that I don’t even need to try to influence her…? Claire fluttered her eyes. I’ll need to be more careful… or more self-indulgent…

Maybe if I told Mae that she was thirsty enough, and pulled up my skirt she’d instinctively just…

“Of course I don’t mind…!” Sophia laughed, hugging her wife tighter. “Besides, I should change out of my work clothes anyway… so why don’t you lead the way? Claire and I can have plenty of time after you’re nicely off to sleep…” Sophia turned to Claire and winked. It didn’t look mischievous like such a wink from Mae might have looked—more loving and conspiratorial. It was the wink of a mother telling her daughter she could have one cookie as long as no one found out. “You behave and I’ll be right back…!”

“Mm-hm…!” Claire lounged back across the couch, watching as her mothers went upstairs. She held up a thumb, and wiggled into the cushions with a purr. “Take your time… Mae-mommy might be tired, but she still deserves lots of love…!”

“Thanks for making sure I have lots of fun, kiddo!” Mae laughed as she disappeared upstairs.

Sophia sighed, her voice slowly growing quieter as she moved out of Claire’s effective range of hearing. “Please don’t make our daughter think we’re going up to have sex…!”

Whatever Mae said in response was lost to Claire, but it didn’t matter. She was purring and rolling on the couch, fluttering her eyes and clenching her thighs. Only one day of knowing Sapphistry and I dominated Mae into my obedient slave… I haven’t even touched Sophie-mommy and she’s still glowing from last night…

As long as I can be patient, then I can end up with everything I ever wanted…

Resting out of sight, Claire’s phone quietly buzzed with another message that went unread. So focused on Mae and their lessons, Claire still hadn’t looked at her phone for nearly two days. She’d never been the most studious college student, or the most attentive friend, but the new angle to her life had wholly stripped away her awareness of so many other things.

She didn’t remember blowing off Belinda.

She wasn’t concerned about Elizabeth turning her down.

I wonder if they really will have a quickie up there… Claire purred, fluttering her eyes. Mae laying down, whining that she’s so horny without telling Sophie why… Sophie happily tugging off her clothes, and the next moment they’re kissing, grinding, nails and fingers and teeth and lips everywhere…

Mmmmmm…

Claire shuddered, grasping at the couch to resist her intense desire to masturbate. The last thing she needed was for Sophia to catch her getting off moaning her mother’s names.

Just a little patience…

Probably should consider going to class tomorrow, too… but fuck, who would want to do that…?

Claire sighed, and looked across the room.

I can’t get up, I’m gay.

Giggling to herself, Claire stared up at the ceiling and imagined just what fun things her mothers might be getting up to. She wasn’t jealous any more, and she knew that she could just watch them without either minding, but that would take a little effort to properly enable.

Something for another time.

She wasn’t able to safely masturbate, but she was still able to daydream with a grin across her face that would have made Mae proud.