Chapter 6: Marinara Scented Self Indulgence

After a while longer of fondling at her mother’s eminently squeezable body, Claire stepped back and took a deep breath. She didn’t know how Mae brought her mother back to her ‘usual’ thinking self, but it felt important for her to figure out some things on her own. It seemed a much less dangerous thing to get wrong.

“Sophie-mommyslut…” Claire quivered, her voice trembling. “When I tell you to wake up for me… and snap my fingers… you won’t remember what just happened. You’ll think I still haven’t responded to your question, about what else I would like… and you just zoned out for a moment.”

“Tell me to wake up for you… Snap your fingers… Yesss…” Sophia quivered, her hands squeezing the counter as her thighs clenched. “Zoned out… Just zoned out…”

Claire breathed a sigh of relief. If there was going to be some problem, Claire imagined that her mother would feel compelled to tell her—as one of her owners. That seemed like an obvious thing to program into a brainwashed trophy wife slash sex slave.

“Wake up for me, Sophie-mommy…”

Snap!

Sophia groaned, fluttering her eyes as she adjusted her posture, standing up straighter with a slow side-to-side sway of her hips.

Is she subconsciously trying to convince me to drop her back down…? Because fuck every little way she moves… Claire whistled, only realizing she’d made the sound a moment later when her cheeks turned a deep red. Okay, now you really need to control yourself. You don’t want to need to drop her again because you embarrassed yourself. Maybe Mae-mommy made it so she can’t have her normal memories tampered with, and then you’d just be shit out of luck for no reason!

“Well…?” Sophia’s tone didn’t hint, in the slightest, at any lingering arousal or awareness of how far away she’d been mere moments ago. She sounded in every way as though she was back in time, waiting for her daughter to explain what it was that she wanted.

As tempting as it was to have a repeat of the moments prior, Claire’s stomach growled. “On second thought… I think I’ll go wait at the table if you don’t mind getting me some pasta…? I know you don’t need to wait on me like that, but you offered, and I did have a bit of a rough day, so if you want to help make it feel better who am I to argue… right…?”

Sophia sighed, shaking her head as she turned the water back on, continuing to scrub at the same dish she’d been working to clean. She wasn’t aware of why, or any oddity to it, but the food came away from it so much easier than it had before. “Wouldn’t offer if I minded, Claire!”

“Right…! Then I’ll… I’ll wait there?” Claire was already starting to flush. “Sorry, I must just be… a little tired still? I did fall asleep…”

“We both did, but your day sounds a lot tougher than mine.” Sophia offered her daughter the softest, warmest smile that Claire had ever seen. It melted her heart, and in all of the wrong ways, soaked her panties in turn. “So why don’t you go take a load off, text a few friends…”

Oh.

Right.

I have a phone and I bet that at least someone was expecting me to message them back by now…!

Claire’s flush darkened as she nodded, giving a shy wave as she walked backwards out of the kitchen. “Take your time, finish the dishes first if you want…! Thanks, mom… love you…!”

“Love you too!” Sophia called back, and Claire took the opportunity once she was out of sight to duck off to find her phone as quickly as she could.

Sure enough it somehow ended up in her backpack on the way home, and she didn’t even need to unlock it to see she’d received a fair few messages—many of them from her best friend, Belinda. Quietly groaning to herself, Claire drew a ‘c’ by connecting a few dots, and quickly scanned through the messages.

[Hey C, I hope you’re doing better.]

[Elizabeth doesn’t know what she’s missing out on. You’d make a great girlfriend.]

[I hope you feel better soon.]

[Hey, are you okay?]

[Message me back, please.]

[I’m worrying about you.]

[This is when I’d be texting your moms if I knew their numbers.]

[Please message me when you get this, or I’ll be really upset with you.]

[Okay, I won’t be upset with you, but I am worried.]

[I might be a little upset, but I’ll forgive you.]

[If it makes you feel any better I could wear a sweater tomorrow, or invite you over and have my mom give you a hug?]

Claire groaned as she dropped her head into her folded arms. I can’t believe she sent me all of those messages, or that she actually offered that last part. Her mom is pretty cute, but I don’t know if I should take her up on that. Not before I get a chance to talk with Mae-mommy a little more…

Her thumbs set to work, typing up a response. [Hey, B! Sorry about the delay! I got home and my moms insisted on cheering me up. I still ache a little, but I don’t feel quite as ruined.]

[You aren’t dead!] Belinda’s response came near instantly, giving Claire little time to react before the immediate follow up. [You have really sweet moms. Feel free to volunteer them to me any time you want. I could use some motherly attention, too.]

Flattening her eyes, Claire stared at her phone for a long time as she considered how to respond. What she’d learned about one of her mothers told her that she might be interested, but it would lead to Belinda forgetting some of the best parts of their interactions. As tempting as it was to tap something to that effect, she quickly decided to keep her mother’s philosophy a secret.

[I’m sure you could. I’ll accept your offer—maybe. I’m probably going to busy tonight, but maybe we should hang out soon?]

Belinda’s reply took longer this time, giving Claire some time to yawn and stretch. She’d felt so much more awake before burning off all that energy feeling up her mother. [Soon sounds good. Tell your moms that your best friend thinks they’re really sweet and they’re welcome to soothe me any time I get shot down by a straight girl, too.]

[Will do. Goodnight for now!]

Claire locked her phone with a casual tap of the power button, again dropping her face into her folded arms. All of this was happening because Elizabeth was straight, and what to do about that hung ominously over Claire.

Mae-mommy will obviously suggest we do to her what she did to Sophie-mommy, or… will she? I don’t know if I feel the same intense, romantic way about Elizabeth that Mae did about Sophia… We aren’t that close, just study buddies and I was curious to see how much further we could go…

There were still two unread messages on her phone from Elizabeth, but Claire wasn’t feeling brave enough to open them quite yet.

If I make her my slave like Sophia is Mae’s slave… that sounds like a lifetime commitment. Shouldn’t I take some time to think that over, or… do I just take the plunge, and if things don’t work out, I just… cast her loose…? Claire frowned. Something about that feels extremely exploitative…

“And here you go, just for my favorite, most precious daughter!” Sophia set down a steaming bowl of spaghetti in front of Claire. “Are you feeling rougher than you let on…? It’s okay, rejection can really hurt… especially that kind of rejection.

Claire lifted her head up, inhaling the scent of marinara before letting out a peaceful sigh. “No… I just missed a bunch of messages from Belinda. She says to tell you and Mae-mommy that you’re both really sweet and welcome to soothe her any time she gets shot down by a straight girl. I don’t think that happens to her very often, and she’s studying so much I’d be legitimately shocked if she had the time for that to happen.”

Sophia laughed as she sat across the table, offering Claire a fork which was readily accepted. “She’s a good friend. I would be more than happy to ‘mom’ her, too, if she ever needed it. I’ve been told that I give very good motherly hugs!”

Claire frowned, feeling a rush of nasty, unpleasant feelings rise up from deep inside of her.

What, do you want to hug her head to your chest? Do you want her to touch your hips? I’m your daughter so I’d need to use Mae-mommy’s control, but Belinda would just need to touch you the right wa—whoa. Claire flushed, shaking her head before fillng her mouth with pasta. Settle down there, Claire! Sophie-mommy was always like that with Belinda. She isn’t being weird by not wanting you to fuck her. You’re the weird one for getting all possessive.

Plus…

Weren’t you hung up on another girl anyway?

“Mmm…! This is really good, thanks mom…!” Claire smiled. The food was good, and nothing quite compared to pasta made by her mother. It was even specially delivered just for her. What could be better? “You do give very good mom, and hugs. I’ll be sure to let her know… did Mae-mommy say anything before she went to lay down?”

“Hmmm…” Sophia’s expression shifted, becoming very serious for a moment as she tapped on her own lip. “Just that I should make sure to be very available to you tonight because you’re probably going to need a lot of company. Now that the dishes are done…”

Claire quivered.

Mae-mommy wants her to be available for me. She didn’t say it outright, but… she’s implying that with everything else done, now… Claire bit her lip. She’s all mine…

“Something wrong…?” Sophia faintly tipped her head to the side. “If there’s something bothering you, this or… anything else, you know you can always bring it to me, right? I always want to make sure that my little girl is taken care of—”

“—Remember your purpose, sophieslave.”

Before she’d been hesitant to interrupt, but now that she’d seen it work so much of that anxiety had evaporated to be replaced with eager anticipation. Mae had interrupted Sophia, and now Claire felt safe doing it, too. Sophia wouldn’t remember it anyway, and that was what really mattered.

“sophieslave’s purpose is to obey her owners.”

“Fuck, I love hearing you say that…” Claire groaned reaching out across the table to stroke slowly along her mother’s cheek as she chewed on another bite of pasta. Something about eating while touching her controlled mother’s face felt even more decadent, and Claire felt her panties soaking through all over again. “Tell me who your owners are… and what you’d do for them. Make it… as sexy as you can.”

Claire shoved another forkful of pasta into her mouth, her eyes hooding low as she waited for her mother’s response.

Sophia was always sexy, but seeing her so blank, so empty, so helpless made the sight of the always beautiful mother something beyond transcendent. It even made her breathing move through her body differently, emphasizing her chest with every extra shiver and shift.

I could just stare at her, and touch her like this… for hours. Her food is good, but eating it while staring at her, while just feeling so content… Claire’s sauce-stained lips curled into a soft, pleased smile. I don’t know how Mae-mommy ever manages to behave and wake her up some times… because I know I’d be tempted to keep her like this for days at a time if it wouldn’t bother anyone…

“My owners…” Sophia moaned, one of her hands rising to stroke along the curves of her chest. Perhaps the sight might have been less tantalizing considering that she was feeling herself through a sweater and not something more revealing, but for Claire that only made it better. “Are my wife, Mae… Mmm…” Sophia’s nails dug into her sweater, her empty eyes fluttering as she arched out her back. “A-and my daughter… C-Claire… they own my body… my mind… my everything… My purpose is to obey them…!”

Fuck… I am so glad that I thought to tell her to make this even sexier than it would have been anyway…! Claire whimpered as she chewed her food, barely resisting the urge to unbutton and unzip her shorts on the spot.

“I-I… would do… a-anything…!” Sophia’s free hand reached down, and Claire quivered at the sound of her jeans being unbuttoned. The sound of the zipper sliding down had her quivering and whimpering pitifully. “P-perform by touching myself… fucking… being f-fucked… O-ohhh…!” The wet sounds of her fingers making their way into her pussy mingled in the air with Sophia’s panting, and Claire’s quiet moans muffled by her food. “R-remember anything… F-forget anything…

“M-my mind… b-body… heart… soul… Nnnnh…!” Sophia shuddered forward, bending over the table as she nuzzled into her daughter’s hand. “Whatever they wanted… I’d… b-become… d-do… as long as it doesn’t hurt me… doesn’t hurt them… I must… must… obey… M-my… my purpose…”

Claire’s thumb slid along her mother’s lips, feeling how plush and full they were to her touch.

Not just her body and mind… but her heart… because she loves us… Claire whimpered, her thumb continuing to stroke at her mother’s lips as her other hand stroked along the bare, smooth, warmth of her own thigh. It wouldn’t be too hard to make her love me more, or… to do this to someone else, too, make them love me this much, but… why would I ever need anyone else when my Sophie-mommy is this… is so… Ohhh fuck…!

Claire swallowed another mouthful of pasta, and pulled her hand away from herself to crawl halfway over the table. Her previously busy hand grasped a handful of her mother’s curls—so like hers, only so much longer, so much more. She didn’t pull, but her grasp was tight enough that it would have been easy to pull her mother through their home with the hold even without Mae’s previously deep control. “K-kiss me, mommy… kiss me like you’d kiss Mae, kiss me like you’d want a girl who wasn’t your daughter to kiss you… Kiss me!”

“K-kiss… You… Yessss…!” Sophia put up no resistance, leaning forward as her daughter’s lips met hers.

Lips mashed together, pressing back and forth as though in a war to see which set could reshape the other more dramatically. The touch was electric, making Claire moan into her mother’s mouth as their lips soon parted, tongue rubbing along each other in a desperate need for wet, hot friction.

Claire was so caught up in the moment she didn’t even know when she ended up in her mother’s lap, panting as she broke the kiss, staring deep into her mother’s eyes.

“I’m going to kiss you again… and when I do…?” Claire’s voice was so full of need and longing that every syllable burned and shuddered with it. “I want you to cum… and cum… and keep cumming… keep associating being kissed by me, on your lips… with cumming… so even if you can’t remember it when you think for yourself…? Every time we kiss… a part of you… feels… hot…”

“C-cumming… cumming and… lips… feel… ho—mmmmph…!” Sophia was again interrupted by her daughter’s lips, and soon her orgasmic cries filled her daughter’s mouth.