Chapter 7: Explorations and Expressions of Familiar Familial Passion

Claire didn’t stop kissing her mother for a very, very long time. Her stomach occasionally grumbled—hardly satisfied with the paltry meal she’d given it so far—but her hunger couldn’t possibly overwhelm her lust. With her lips alone, Claire was making her mother into a trembling, wet mess.

The sounds of Sophia’s cries were burned deep into Claire’s mind.

Eventually she needed to stop both to catch her breath, and because her mother’s shuddering and pitiful, pleading whimpers were on the verge of concerning. Claire felt safe knowing that Mae insisted how safe Sophia was from obeying any command that would hurt her—and Sophia reiterated it… but she still wanted to be careful.

She was Claire’s mother, and her time locking lips had done nothing to diminish how much she cared about her Sophie-mommy.

When Claire did finally rise from her mother’s lap she only moved far enough to pull a chair directly beside her. Once it was there, Claire guided Sophia’s head down onto her shoulder. It was a position she would enjoy savoring in reverse, but Sophia deserved the tenderness and Claire needed to eat.

It was a sacrifice that she was willing to make in the name of love and survival.

If I even need to masturbate anymore, the sounds she made are going to be at the center of my fantasies for… weeks… months… years…?! Claire purred as she licked sauce from her lips. Mmm… and I’ve only just started to experience what my Sophie-mommy has to offer… I still haven’t ended up between her legs… I want to make that special…

Sophia for her part was content to nestle into her daughter’s shoulder. Her breathing had calmed quickly, and by the time Claire was half done with her meal Sophia was half-dozing in and out of a light sleep.

Claire chewed at another forkful of pasta, purring at the taste as she stroked her mother’s hair and pondered what to do next. There were infinite possibilities. The only question was where to start next. We could play dress-up… Live out some of my sillier fantasies… I don’t think going on a first date after sex and dinner really makes any sense, but… I wonder…

“Mommy…” Claire kissed the top of Sophia’s head, gently pulling her mother closer as she stabbed up more pasta. “Do you have any fetishes? Kinks? Things that… aren’t necessarily sexy, but… turn you on…? Feel free to share… anything, no matter how silly, or how complicated. I know I could just… order you to have them, but I want to know what already turns you on, first. I don’t just want to be selfish with you… even if I could be, and you’d love it.”

“F-fetishes…” The word alone seemed to be enough to make Sophia quiver and clench. “I-I like… being… shown off… being looked at… watched… makes me feel… sexy when people like looking at me… when people can see me and think about  how sexy I am… when they want me just because of how I’m dressed, or how I look…”

Claire squeezed her mother tighter, making a point of staring at her chest. She knew that her mother was too far gone to feel it, but something about doing it now after hearing her mother’s desires made it feel like a much better thing to do.

It was what she would have wanted—or should have wanted.

But Sophia wasn’t finished, not yet. Her voice was quivering and the subject was already making her squirm and mewl all on its own. It makes sense that she’s so easily overwhelmed right now… she must be absolutely worn out. Probably should make sure she drinks a lot of water and only give her cuddles until tomorrow, just to be safe…

“R-really like… dressing up… cosplay… costumes… whatever makes me look sexier, like some kind of… sex object…” Sophia’s thighs squeezed together, and her mewl sounded like begging for some, any of her needs to be fulfilled. Claire didn’t want to interrupt, but she was more than happy to stroke along her mother’s thigh as she listened. It wouldn’t be much satisfaction, but it felt like more than simply listening silently. “B-bondage… not… elaborate… better if it’s small… m-maybe even public… no one can notice, but it’s there… c-can’t struggle…”

Claire’s mind was full of images that she couldn’t wait to make come true. Her mother mincing through the grocery store, locked heels with cute little padlocks on display for anyone who cared to look, ropes bound around her body just underneath her clothes with a hint of rope here or there for anyone who cared to look. Sexy stockings with just a hint of a strap disappearing up past the hem of a skirt.

Fishnets.

A pair of bracelets that just so happened to look like shackles so Claire could lock her to things while they were out in public.

I have enough things that I want to do, but just going through her mind is going to offer up so many fun possibilities on top of that… I’ll never be done with even scratching the surface of what we could do together.

“That’s a good girl, sophieslut.” Mae’s voice made Claire squeak and nearly scream, her hand squeezing her mother’s thigh tight enough to draw a sharp, matching squeak from her throat. “Go into standby mode for me.” Sophia’s hand reached back into her open jeans, and she moaned as the sound of her pussy greedily squeezing around her fingers squelched out anew. “That’s a good girl. You’re good entertainment even when you’re just passively masturbating… really don’t know how I found someone so amazing.”

Mae sighed, a hand over the center of her chest when Claire turned to look. Her blonde mother was wearing a sexy nightgown, satin with lace framing her cleavage, and falling from the hem to tease at her thighs between strips of the lovely pattern. It had the effect of emphasizing the red in her hair, and making her eyes almost look the faintest bit red themselves.

“You know, when you were first showing… this to me…” Claire gestured to Sophia, her cheeks still flushed from her mother’s surprise appearance. “I… it was hard to not worry you didn’t… really love her. I wasn’t being honest with myself about it at first, but that made me afraid you didn’t really love me either.” Claire squeezed Sophia’s thigh a little tighter, her brown eyes meeting Mae’s.

The older woman’s expression was tense, contrasting how inviting and smooth her chemise looked emphasizing her beauty. She didn’t interrupt her daughter, nor did she move any closer. Instead she simply nodded along, visible concern in her eyes.

“Experiencing it for myself…? Getting a chance to control Sophie-mommy like this… to feel just how sexy it is to be in control, to savor her, to… experience her…” Claire’s cheeks burned as she cast her eyes down. “I don’t see how I could still think any of those things. Maybe this isn’t… ethical. Maybe most people wouldn’t say this is… right, but we both love her. We both love each other… right, mom…?”

As Claire spoke, Mae’s eyes lit up brighter and brighter. Her lips curled into a more and more delighted grin. By the time Claire fell silent, looking hopefully up at her mother, Mae was an ounce of excitement away from openly bouncing on her heels.

Claire’s flush was fading, too, her own smile softening as she continued to stroke gently at Sophia’s thigh.

“I’m glad you understand now, Claire. I was… worried, at first, when I shared this with you. It isn’t by any means normal, but…” Mae stepped closer, reaching out to slide her fingers between Sophia’s curls. Sophia moaned, her hips rising up more dramatically as though the affection made her all the more desperate to grind her pussy and hand together for Mae’s enjoyment. “It isn’t as terrible as it could seem at first, either.

“We’re still very much in love. Did I help your mother discover her latent Sapphic desires—maybe even implant them myself? Who can say?” Mae smiled. To anyone else it might have just been a smile, but Claire knew her mother. The faint shift of her brow, the faint twitch of her cheek, there were so many little signs that Claire knew all too well. “But the love that grew between us, the tenderness we’ve shared, the bliss we’ve had being married and raising a wonderful daughter together? None of that was artificial. None of that was forced. I think you can believe that, now that you’ve had a chance to spend some time with her all on your own.”

“Y-yeah…” Claire quivered when Mae’s other hand reached out to tease through her curls in turn, nails catching her scalp just enough to make Claire whine. “How many of those fetishes that she told me were put there by you…?”

Mae laughed, stepping closer so Claire could rest her head against her mother as her other mother continued to rub herself and moan. “Who can say?”

“Are you always going to say that when you mean ‘yes’?” Claire raised an eyebrow, and a hand to squeeze at one of Sophia’s breasts.

Mae paused, taking a deeply serious, ponderous expression.

When she was about to reply, shit-eating grin spread wide across her face, Claire was already preparing to groan. There was only one thing that look could mean.

“Who can say!”

Mother and daughter laughed together as Sophia moaned louder, her ass rising up off of the chair as her voice cracked. After her voice fell away, her lips still moving as though expressing the scream her throat could not oblige, Sophia spent a brief moment thrashing. Once that ended, she settled back down into the chair with a tired groan.

Her hand never stopped moving under her panties, and the closest she came to silence was soft moaning accentuated by the sounds of her drenched cunt.

Both Claire and Mae took several moments to just stare. Claire rubbed her lips together and clenched her thighs. Mae hooded her eyes and nodded in a slow, knowing fashion. When Claire looked back to her mother, she couldn’t help but quiver.

She’s seen this before. She’s the reason that happened… and she still loves it just like the first time—maybe even more because she can appreciate it on more levels now…? Claire’s eyes fluttered, and she leaned over briefly to squeeze at Sophia’s other thigh before resting her head back against Mae’s body. Mae-mommy is still the fun mom she always was. Now one of the reasons she’s a fun mommy is that she wants me to have fun fucking her wife.

I’m pretty sure that my life is only getting better because of this.

“Mmm… But you know, it is getting late, and my sweetheart has plenty of responsibilities…” Mae kissed Claire’s forehead, before grasping her chin and slowly lifting it in a way that made Claire’s entire body tighten and shake. “She has homework, and friends, and other things she needs to make sure don’t fall by the wayside… doesn’t she?”

Claire nodded without pulling her face free of Mae’s hand. “Yeeeeah… I was going to blow off my homework tonight after how bad yester…today went, but I think I’m still awake enough to get a head start on it before I pass out. I know my grades are important…”

Mae raised her daughter’s chin higher. Claire froze, her heart leaping up into her head and pounding so hard and fast it was hard to do anything but stare at Mae’s deep, beautiful, enchanting eyes. Claire’s mouth opened to speak, but she didn’t even know what she would say. It was different being held like this by Mae than it was kissing Sophia. Instead of being the one in control, Claire felt so out of her depth.

W-wow… I had no idea that Mae-mommy was… such a charmer… I can barely breathe…

“You are important, Claire… One of the two most important things to me in the entire world…” Making sure her words would be the last thing Claire heard for a short time besides the wet sound of kisses and moans, Mae held Claire in place and leaned close enough to draw her into a kiss.

Who was directing whom wasn’t the only difference between this kiss and the many she shared with Sophia. Mae was in no rush to express all of her passion or to relieve her lust through expressing it like Claire. She wasn’t pitifully acquiescing to the need inside of Claire like Sophia. Instead, she was patiently working her mouth against Claire’s, holding her in the kiss as each slow, gentle movement of her lips against Claire’s teased out more pleasure, more feelings of heady bliss, and a deeper certainty of just how deep Mae’s feelings for her truly went.

Claire’s eyes melted shut the moment her lips felt Mae’s, but the growing hazy warmth that she felt surrounding them rapidly grew insurmountably erotic. Mmmm… Even if I didn’t already have a crush on Mae-mommy I would be falling for her now…

No one has ever kissed me like this…!

Before Mae’s lips parted for the first time Claire was already boneless in her grasp, twitching and shuddering both at the movements of Mae’s lips against her own and Sophia’s moaning and her lazy nuzzling into Claire’s warmth. Sophia was still touching herself, and the gentle background vocals she added to the symphony of pleasure and desire that played so loudly inside of Claire was the perfect instrument to complete the sensation.

Tongues met, but the way Mae’s moved made something in Claire’s brain go numb. It wasn’t simply that she didn’t want to think, or that she couldn’t think. The places inside of her that should have been thinking, that could have even considered resisting or doing anything but what Mae desired her to do were tingling and throbbing, muted by the surface of Mae’s tongue.

When the kiss ended, Claire didn’t know how long she’d been rubbing her own lips together, or how long one of her own hands was stroking the crotch of her jean shorts just as Sophia beside her was stroking beneath her exposed panties. “M-Mae-mommy…”

“I appreciate your wanting to show me you can be a diligent student… but you’ve had a long night. No homework for you tonight.” Mae gently tapped Claire’s neck, and smiled when her face crinkled up adorably. “But… if you’d like to spend some time cuddling in bed with your mothers…? Tomorrow… I can tell you just how I knew what to do to your mother, and give you all that you’ll need to practice the same. I’m going to suggest you start with a friend, like Belinda or Minerva… going right for Elizabeth would be… a questionable decision.”

“Q-questionable, right, I…” Claire panted, struggling to catch her breath. She still hadn’t stopped her hand from stroking between her own thighs. Her eyes were hazy. “Mae-mommy… I… that kiss… are you… seducing me…?”

Mae purred, and tapped a fingertip to her daughter’s lips. “Do I need to?”

Claire shook her head.

“Then join me and your mother in bed. We’ll be cuddling—only cuddling—but it’s been… it feels like years since the three of us were nestled together in one bed, doesn’t it?” Mae sighed nostalgically. “You only ever crawled into bed with us when we slept in on the weekend, or holidays, but I always loved when you did. It was one of those things I thought you’d do more often with how much you always loved being close to us, but I guess you were too independent for that…”

“I…” Claire whimpered.

And just when I finally stopped blushing!

“I didn’t want to be an inconvenience, or to get in your way… I knew that when you two were in bed together it was special mommy-and-mommy time…” Claire looked away, her cheeks practically glowing red. Sophia moaned, and she shivered. “But I guess now… that could be mommy-and-mommy-and-daughter time, huh…?”

Mae laughed, sparing her daughter a quicker kiss on her lips. “It could…! But not tonight. I meant it when I said innocent cuddling. I won’t be upset if you can’t do that tonight, but I’d probably ask you to curl up in your own bed if I thought you’d have a problem with that.”

“Not a single one!”

The two smiled, and Sophia moaned her own mindless agreement.

“Wanna let her cum again before we make our way to bed…? The way she gets all quiet, starts whining, the way she just… seizes up…” Claire shuddered. “it’s really good, and I know you could be used to it by now… but I can’t imagine you don’t still love it. I’ve seen the way you look at her… and I don’t see anything in your eyes that says you’ve grown bored with her.”

“Who could?” Mae sighed, kissing Sophia’s sweat-slick forehead. “She’s so sexy in a thousand different ways… and for the record, not all of the fetishes she told you about were ones I put there. She might have thought she was straight when we met, but she was the one who turned me on to hidden bondage and ‘stealth’ wearable sex toys with remote controls… I’d never even considered it before she brought them up!”

Claire stared with wide, fascinated eyes.

“She didn’t say that!”

Mae clamped a hand over her own mouth, and whined. “And here I was trying to help her keep a few secrets. I guess she definitely deserves another orgasm after I go and do a thing like that, mm?”

“It’s the very least you could do, mom.” Claire crossed her arms over her chest, and then moved them down so she was using her arms to lift her breasts. “So selfish.”

Mae grinned, gazing openly down at her daughter’s chest.

A moment later both brown-eyed women were watching Sophia as she thrashed, her eyes as open wide as they were empty, her body glistening with another sheen of fresh sweat.