Chapter 49: Maternal Privilege

For the first time in thirteen years, Claire’s dreams after a panic attack were calm—even downright blissful. All of them were variations on a singular theme.

She was with Alexis, Belinda, and one or more of the women Alexis had gathered up for their introduction—with occasional cameos from other women for spice.

In the way that dreams always flashed from scene to scene, like a film with the interstitial scenes and establishing shots left on the cutting room floor, they were suddenly in different places with different women longing to fulfill their every desire. Each new dream brought new delights.

In one moment they were out at a park, Lauren and Rachel swinging in matching tiny dresses as Claire sucked on a straw leading into a vanilla shake while Belinda and Alexis sucked on straws disappearing into the same glass.

The next moment, Fiona and Michelle were slowly swinging a jump rope while Sophia, Rachel, and Elizabeth jumped inside. To the side, Lauren, Patricia, and Vivienne dressed in ill-fitting cheerleader uniforms danced and sang their encouragement. None of their tops quite completely covered their breasts, and every hop threatened to allow them to bounce or jiggle free into view.

Claire enjoyed each one, never aware enough that any of them weren’t real. Unburdened by the reality that eventually she would awaken, Claire could enjoy each moment to the fullest.

Nestled in the middle of so many women, her fingers no longer laced with her lovers but still so close to them, Claire felt safe in a way that she hadn’t in so long. Sounds couldn’t stir her. One woman or another shifting, even gently poking at her, merely caused Claire to roll or groan as her dream incorporated the sensation or shifted into another sequence entirely. Her reality was wonderful enough that she wouldn’t have minded being pulled awake, but her dreams were euphoric and utopic.

Either way, she was the warm center of the world surrounded by beautiful women.

Dreaming, or atop the pile of women, Claire was smiling so blissfully.

“Such a beautiful young woman…” It sounded so much like praise from another dream that Claire didn’t even realize she had never heard the woman’s voice before, or that she’d been dreaming a moment before and now was caught in a hypnogogic state of half-awareness. “Love is a cunning weaver of fantasies and fables… but you are lovely without any of that.”

“Mmm… Thank you…” Claire mewled, nuzzling at the fingers that stroked her cheek. Her eyes were closed, fallen back that way after the slightest of flutters insisted it wasn’t time for her to awaken quite yet.

She wasn’t bothered by the interruption. Feeling a woman adoring her with such a soft touch and such a warm, erotic voice made Claire tingle and nuzzle more into whoever’s breast was under her face. She was too tired to care, but not too tired to be happy she was surrounded by so much beauty that she could feel all adored her.

“You’re pretty… too…”

The woman’s voice laughed, husky and low, before lips pressed to Claire’s ear. Her voice was lower this time, and her touch trailed down along Claire’s neck in the tenderest possible way. “My daughter is far too kind. Even without me to take care of you… You’ve still become everything I could have hoped. Judging by how deeply asleep your sister still is…?” A finger trailed down Claire’s nose, starting between her eyes before tapping the tip in the gentlest, softest of ways. “You impressed her, too…”

“I like Alexis…” Claire’s muttering was still sleepy, but when she rolled over it was toward the woman behind her, and she reached up to lazily stroke her arm. “She’s really sweet… really pretty… I wanna be more like her… Wanna be close to her…”

“Good…” Lips kissed between Claire’s eyes, and then the center of her forehead. They were warm, and clutched the threads under her forehead just enough to make them vibrate and shudder back into place as her withdrawing lips held them for just a moment longer. “If I have it my way, Claire, the two of you will be very close… as sisters should be.

“Sisters should love each other…” Lips pressed to Claire’s, firm enough for Claire to kiss back and groan into the warmth. That heat was enough to tease her eyes open, and brown eyes stared with realization as they peered deep into a pair of reds.

When their kiss broke, Carnelian’s tongue lingered across Claire’s lips before the older woman leaned closer, forehead gently rubbing her daughter’s.

“And so should mothers and daughters…”

Claire whimpered, her lips moving wordlessly. Her eyes were still bleary, still fluttering to help her grasp her situation, but a combination of her earlier exhaustion, and the pill she’d taken before her blowout orgy, Claire was still feeling slow, drowsy, and calm.

Should be worried, but she’s being so tender… Even this sleepy I can remember Alexis said those are contacts, so she’s not some sort of night-terror monster here to hurt me…

She groaned, rubbing her lips together as she continued to feel along the smooth, bare, pale skin of her mother’s arm. Though they’d once shared the same circulatory system, Claire could remember nothing about her, but the woman’s scent, her warmth, even the shape of her face all felt like things that Claire understood instinctively as right. Even attempting to actively raise her defenses, Claire felt too safe.

What was her name… Alexis said it a few times, I think…?

Something… With a “C”…? An… A… R…?

“Carnelian…” Claire mewled as softly as she could. “Can I call you… mommy…?”

She nodded, the red-eyed woman grinning in such a smooth, proud way as she pulled Claire closer. Her strands of dyed red hair fell between their faces, and Claire reached up to push them out of the way with a quiet giggle.

Feels so safe to be with her, and Alexis…

Alexis is still asleep, but… I know she’d protect me if anything happened. I know all of them would…

Our girls…

“I would prefer if you called me mommy…” Carnelian chuckled, rubbing the tip of her nose side to side against Claire’s in a sweet butterfly kiss. “Your sister insists on using ‘Mother’ instead. I usually let her get away with it, but time to time… your elder sister is just happier with her face nestled into her mommy’s chest without a thought in her head…”

Claire whimpered, kissing her mother again as her arms moved to pull the woman closer. She was wearing a glittery black cocktail dress, and with their bodies squished together so much of Carnelian’s breasts pushed out of the dress in one direction or another.

Fuck…

My third mother is hot…!

“Mommy…” Claire kissed her mother again, before nuzzling her head down under her chin. Carnelian was all too happy to have her there, hugging Claire closer and slowly stroking along her hair. “Alexis told me… a lot. Mae started… teaching me about… Weavers… but she never mentioned you. I wish… you hadn’t… had people… do what they did, but… I wish we’d met sooner…”

Carnelian squeezed her daughter closer, both arms around her with an embrace that was as possessive as it was maternal. “I wish that hadn’t happened too, my sweet little Claire. If I could go back and do things differently… But I hope that you understand the position I was in. Your mother was a renegade, and she had already shown herself willing to Weave other operatives. I couldn’t just approach her on my own, and at the time I hadn’t yet thought to craft my Mins…”

Claire blinked. “Your… Mins…?”

With a crooked smile that showed her teeth, Carnelian slowly drew back. “I could explain to you, but why, when I can show you so much easier?”

Tall, regal, with curves that invited and would have strained anything she hoped to wear that wasn’t made just for her, the red-eyed, black-and-red haired mother stood and offered her daughter a hand. As Claire accepted, a white haired woman moved to either side of Claire and help her rise so that neither Claire nor Carnelian needed to actually exert any force in the act of standing.

Oh… Oh my goodness...!

Uncertain where to look, Claire’s eyes darted back and forth. The white jackets the two women wore over their plum dresses made the swell of their breasts that much more dramatic. The deep plum around their hips made their asses just as impressive. Their white hair had a look of exotic beauty, clearly dyed.

Their faces were identical, their red eyes matching Carnelian’s in a way that made them seem like possessions, mere extensions of their owner’s will. Both wore bright cheerful smiles, warm in a way that made them seem that much more submissive.

No one could look at Carnelian and not see a maternal, beautiful woman, but she kept with her a pair of women with a similar taste of beauty styled so differently.

Like… Like twin milfs!!! Claire stared in awe, whistling as she looked over the two women, accepting their help to move away from the pile of women before she began adjusting her dress back into a state that resembled respectability. Carnelian-mommy has some of the best toys…

“You’re adorable when you’re impressed.” Carnelian hooded her eyes, reaching out her hand to stroke the cheek of the woman to Claire’s left. “This is my precious little Minuette. No one else can tell the difference between them…but I put that difference there myself so I can see it so easily, can’t I, Minuette?”

Minuette groaned, her red eyes fluttering and rolling back into her head as she rubbed her face into Carnelian’s hand. Her nipples visibly rose against her plum dress, and her knees shook. “Y-yesss Carnelian… You can see it so easily… You put it there… I’m youuuurs…!”

Even as Carnelian touched Minuette, Minerva’s lips moved as though she were making the same pleasured sounds without any volume at all. Her thighs clenched, and her back arched. She nuzzled at the air. It’s like… Claire gasped, staring with wide eyes. Wait a second…! If I look… closer…

Carnelian grinned, her eyes widening as her hand drew away from Minuette. “You can see it, can’t you…?”

Claire nodded, her eyes wide, full of delight and shimmering with unmistakable amazement. “You…” she reached out into the air between the two sisters. At first her hand moved anxiously, hesitantly, but then she looked to Carnelian. Full of pride and delight, she nodded.

Grasping at a point in the air made both of the Mins’ eyes cross. Their mouths opened wider, and as Claire pulled her hand back towards herself the Mins began to shake as though someone had turned up the vibration on a toy strapped to their clits.

Laughing in delight, Claire twisted her fingers in midair, watching as the two silver-white-haired women shook. Their knees clacked together, their eyes went glassy, and their hands twitched and squeezed at nothing. Giggling like a schoolgirl, Claire twisted her fingers more, and more until the two began to move closer together, hips rubbing together, eyes rolling back in a way that looked just painful enough to be sexier for it. Carnelian placed a hand on her shoulder, and Claire released.

Slumping, the Mins moaned, their mouths moving in perfect unison, as did their fluttering eyes and twitching hands.

“You know how few women have the fine instinct to notice those threads…?” Carnelian moved behind her daughter, arms wrapping around her waist as her chin again rested over Claire’s head. “The acute… vision… doesn’t come naturally to many. These threads can stretch for literal miles… though I prefer to keep them much closer to each other, and to me. After all, Mins, what should sisters do…?”

Though there were two bodies with two pairs of moving lips, the words were the same. The sounds were the same. For all intents and purposes, they seemed as though one person spread across two perfectly interlinked bodies.

“Sisters should love each other…!”

Every syllable made them groan as their closest hands twined fingers together.

“Sister should kiss each other…”

Their free hands reached for their sister’s cheek, stroking slowly, tenderly before they leaned in close, kissing and mashing their bodies together. Identical breasts pillowed together, as they writhed in perfect sync.

Claire rose both of her hands and clapped. If there wasn’t a chin above her head, she would have hopped. “This is… amazing…! Mommy… You… are a fucking Sapphic genius…! They’re so… and you’re so… and their outfits… and the things you make them say…!” Claire grinded back against her mother, reaching to hug her mother’s arms tighter around herself. “You’re really amazing…!”

Carnelian laughed, hugging Claire tighter. “I am, and you’re a very brilliant young woman yourself for noticing. I don’t think Alexis truly appreciates what her mother is capable of… but that’s alright. Perhaps you’ll be able to convince her… longer term.”

“Mmm…” Claire hooded her eyes, rubbing her ass back to grind between her mother’s thighs. “Why do I get the feeling that the kind of ‘convincing’ her you want me to do is going to be me tying her threads into knots and pushing her down onto her knees to masturbate while she chants… whatever I want her to be convinced is right…?”

“Because you’re catching on…” Carnelian chuckled, nibbling her daughter’s ear as her hands stroked along her waist. Each movement plucked a string, and Claire was panting by halfway through the caress. “Of course, your sister has a very stubborn mind. If that were all that it would take, she would already be calling me ‘mommy’ and begging to hide under my skirt while I deal with bureaucratic nightmares, or political maneuvering…”

Claire looked up, pressing back a little tighter. “I’m stubborn, too, but…”

Red eyes widened.

“And just how long have you been aware of any of the secret Sapphic webs around you…?” Carnelian’s voice was impressed, and intensely curious.

“It’s been… uh…” Claire held up her hand, counting several times on her fingers. When each time only offered her different numbers and not consensus, she weakly shrugged. “Less than a week…?”

Licking her lips, Carnelian cupped her daughter’s chin as she spun her around, once again face to face. “You have so much potential, that you have only just begun to explore. I want to help you expand it, to understand it… There is so much that you can learn…” Carnelian’s lips teased Claire’s, brushing, rubbing, teasing as she spoke with their faces so very close. “Your calling, like mine, is Sapphistry.

“There are so many techniques, so many possibilities… From the modern technological lathe, to the secrets within a Weaver’s tattoo…” Their lips met, heat meeting heat, body meeting body, as both of them quietly groaned. “There’s so much… and I want to share that with you.”

Claire shuddered, slowly nodding.

“I want that, too… and…” Claire winced, a pang as the full reality of the situation, including things she’d forced herself to forget, came rushing back. “Are you why Mae didn’t come home last night…? I… I was worried that the last time that I didn’t see Mae for a long time it was because I’d done something wrong, and this time, I’d… well…”

Carnelian’s eyes widened as her grin grew wider across her face. “Are you telling me that the new knots… the tug towards submission was achieved by… you…?”

Blushing, Claire looked away as she slowly nodded.

Lips pressed to Claire’s, to her cheeks, and then to her forehead before Carnelian hugged her daughter’s face down into her chest. Any slight tensing Claire might have done in another circumstance was made wholly impossible by how plush and warm her mother’s body was and how tight her embrace felt.

Mmm she loves me…

She’s impressed by me and we only just met…

Claire’s eyes melted shut as she held herself as tight against her mother as she could. Carnelian squeezed at the small of her back, and Claire purred.

Mae, you were so wrong…

She kissed over Carnelian’s chest, finding her pulse and savoring the taste of her skin. Her mother squirmed, and pulled Claire that much tighter.

“I am the reason… but…” Carnelian raised Claire’s face back up out of her chest with a hand on either cheek. “You’re going to be the reason that she comes home tonight… and you’ll be deciding what shape that takes…”

Ring!

The doorbell rang, and Carnelian and Claire both looked to each other. Belinda fluttered her eyes from inside the pile of women.

Alexis stayed just as asleep as she’d been the moment before.

Ring!

Somehow, even as fucked as they’d been before, when Carnelian snapped her fingers at the Mins, and then pointed to the door, they were able to walk smoothly as though nothing had happened at all.

“Can I ask you something…?” Claire whispered, clinging close to Carnelian.

“Always, Claire…” Carnelian whispered back. “I may not always share the answer, but with you…?” her smile softened, her voice quieter. “I think I may more often than I do for most…”

The Mins reached the door, and Claire couldn’t remember which of them was grabbing the knob. No matter how hard she looked, they seemed absolutely identical.

“What… actually sets them apart…?”

Carnelian grinned.

“The name I decide they have at any given moment.”

Claire stared at them, and then up at Carnelian as her mother’s grin deepened. “That is so fucking hot.”

Carnelian nodded.

“You have no idea…”

When the door opened, a familiar blonde woman stood in front of the Mins. She wore a dark blue dress, and a small denim bolero jacket. Her curly blonde hair fell elegantly past her shoulders. “When you didn’t answer your phone, Claire… I was worried.”

Carnelian smiled with her teeth. “So you’re a friend of my daughter as well? To think that my local contact in the Nightingales would have already met my younger daughter… and before I was able to meet her as an adult, no less.” Shaking her head, Carnelian gestured to the Mins and they stepped to either side of the door. ”Please, come in… You know that I have always had the utmost respect for your sect.”

“Mm.” Patricia smiled to the Mins, nodding as she stepped inside before the door closed behind her. “And I, respect for your Weavers—when they behave. Your daughter broke apart a woman’s mind while I was working my day job, you know. I could make you apologize for that formally, but… then I’d be turning down the very special honor that I hold instead.”

A black brow raised over a red eye.

“Your daughter is a Nightingale, and seeing the look on your face now?” Patricia giggled. “Definitely worth it!”

Carnelian stared.

Her eyes weren’t bulgingly wide, but her mouth was ever so faintly parted. She looked down between Claire, and Patricia, several times, before her grin returned and she broke down into laughter. “Now this is a development that I hadn’t imagined… My daughter, raised by a renegade Weaver, being taken under the wing—pardon the pun—of a Nightingale.”

Patricia shrugged, grinning just as widely as Carnelian.

“I’m sure you understand this isn’t me making a power play. She was unmarked—so even if she learned Weaver secrets, she was still fair game.” Patricia gestured to above her own clothed sex. “I checked myself. Your daughter, by the way? Is an absolute natural.”

“Why would I be upset?” Carnelian moved back behind her daughter, holding her so tight and close. “Claire is my precious, youngest daughter… and what I want is all that’s best for her. I may want to take her out of town to visit a few important sites… I might take her to meet some important people, but… I see no reason she shouldn’t learn all that it means to be a Nightingale.”

Belinda whimpered, crawling out of the pile of women on her hands and knees.

“Can’t… take… Claire…”

Patricia smiled. “Nice to see you again, Belinda…! You’re looking… shiny.” She giggled in her cutely vapid way, a hand over her mouth as her eyes fell shut.

“Don’t… need… Claire…”

Claire blinked.

“Belinda, are you—”

The loud sound of grinding gears filled the room, and no one so much as took a breath, and in the next moment, Claire was halfway across the room with Belinda knelt at her feet, cheek nuzzling against her lover’s knee.

Carnelian and Patricia shared a look before both glanced at the mystified Claire.

Dizzy, Claire nearly lost her footing until she found that a wall was suddenly behind her where it hadn’t been before. “What… What just happened?!”

“You have exceptional taste in women—or you at least inspire loyalty in women with exceptional abilities.” Carnelian licked her lips. “Don’t worry—Belinda, was it? I had to sculpt my attendants a carefully to achieve something close to as powerful as you… I would never rip such a skillful defender from my daughter.”

Claire blinked.

Belinda purred louder, nuzzling her lover’s leg again and again. Her tightly wrapped ass wiggled to press Belinda as close to Claire as she possibly could.

“Can someone please explain to me what the fuck just happened?!” Claire whimpered.

Patricia and Carnelian shared another glance, shook their heads and then began to laugh.