The rest of the day passed by in a more relaxed way. As Alexis ate lunch, I removed my useless skirt completely, as well as my sandals, and lay back on the dog bed. I spent the whole afternoon there, just relaxing, naked, soon soaked from head to toe, watching my two girls work. There were no more orgasms, no more emotionally intense moments, just a quiet afternoon.
Two more times Alexis had to go use the toilet and both times she opted for the closest one, me. By the end of the day I must have had a good third of a gallon of her nectar in me.
As the workday ended, I and Xhilandia cleaned Alexis and the office with magic and Alexis finally dressed. When we opened the blinders over the glassed walls of my office, a few people were still in the cubicles. It had taken only a few of their glances between my completely soaked, naked body with ‘Alexis’s personal meat toilet’ written on my tits and my secretary for her to become once again red as a tomato.
I let Xhilandia carry me back to the car in a princess carry as I didn’t want to put my shoes back on. I said goodbye to Alexis with a kiss in the garage, and we entered the car.
Xhilandia had barely started the car when the magical defenses of my home pinged me to tell me that an authorized person had entered. Indeed, when we got back, I could see lights coming from the shaded side of the building.
I sighed. “She’s already here.”
“I can see that. Do you want to make yourself more presentable?”
I thought about it for a bit. A smile crept on my lips. “No. Let her see me like this.”
Xhilandia carried me out of the car and into my loft. As she deposited me on the hardwood floor past the step of the entrance, I saw my mother jog towards us from the kitchen, shouting “Girls!”
If one could use two words to describe Hannah Watford, those would be “goth milf”. She had the same black hair and blue eyes I did, but her skin had been made even paler with years of magic until it was white as snow. Despite closing in on her fiftieth birthday, she still looked to be in her mid-thirties, thanks to her constant use of rejuvenation magic. Since I tended to use said magic only once in a while to not look like crap, I actually looked more my age, making us look more like sisters than mother and daughter. Unlike the more normal clothes I tended to wear, or rather, used to wear until a few days prior, my mother loved the goth esthetic. Her eyes had a thick black shadow of makeup around them and she had turned her lips completely black with magic. She was wearing a black dress that reached her mid-thigh that seemed to incorporate a corset that pushed her boobs, which were a couple sizes larger than mine, up. The sleeves of the dress were wide and made of black lace with a spider web motif. Her legs were covered in stockings with a similar motif. On her chest, just under her neck, was tattooed the symbol of Sharalot, Lady of Spiders, one of the demon lords under Ortus, who my mother had a contract with. Abyssal runes were tattooed around her neck and on the back oh her hands. From her ears dangled a pair of long, white gold earrings that had the stars of the constellation of the lamb, my zodiac sign, suspended in silver thread. Luckily for my mental sanity, she had for once decided to actually take off her black leather boots and leave them by the entrance.
She froze a few feet from us, her arms high and ready to hug me. She blinked a few times, let her arms fall at her sides, and sighed. “Cassy, dear, what the actual fuck?”
“Hi mom.”
“Don’t ‘hi mom’ me. I had prepared myself to see you with a tail plug sticking from under your skirt, not… ” She gestured at my body. “this. Did you really go to work covered in juices and with your… parts like that?! And who even is Alexis?”
“No, I was covered in juices at work, although it’s really almost all mine. As for Alexis, she’s my secretary, you should meet her sometimes, she’s so cute.”
“And you’re her toilet?”
I nodded and massaged over my stomach. “Yep, I’m still full of her piss.”
She pinched the bridge of her nose. “Let me turn down the heat. You have some explaining to do.”
We walked to the kitchen area and I sat at the large dining table, my prolapsed ass complained, setting a jolt of pain and pleasure over my back, but I ignored it. Xhilandia sat next to me and we waited for her as she turned down the heat under the pot of what, from the smell, seemed to be my favorite stew.
She sat in front of me. “So, I’m all ears.”
I held back nothing from her, starting from my birthday and the sense of uselessness I was feeling that evening. I retold her every single thing that had happened since then, leaving nothing to the imagination, but, most importantly, telling her how I felt. She smiled warmly at me and Xhilandia both when I told her about the morning we swore to spend eternity together. As I continued my tale, I saw tears forming in the corners of her eyes. When I finished, a few tears had streaked her cheeks with black makeup.
We stayed there in silence for a over a minute as she processed everything. Then she said, “You’re happy.”
“I am.”
More tears started falling and she started sobbing. She hid her face in her hands. “Praise the dark gods. Praise you, Xhilandia for finally making my girl happy.”
I got up and went around the table to hug her. I wrapped my arms around her from the side and put my chin on her head. She turned and putt her head on my chest, her hands clinging to my torso.
“My baby is happy.” She cried into my chest.
“Sorry mom. I know this probably isn’t what you wanted for me, but…”
She looked up, her face having become a modern painting of blacks and whites. “No, silly. I don’t care.” She brought a hand up to pat my head. “I just wanted to make sure you’re happy. You have already achieved anything a mother could desire of her child, and you’re even giving me grandkids now. I don’t care if it's weird or if other people think it’s wrong, if it makes you happy, I want you to do it, whatever it is.”
“Whatever?” I asked, my eyes shifting down to her lips.
“Ehm, Xhilandia did call me today to mention something about… ehm, are you sure you want this?”
I nodded. “Yes, but only if it doesn’t make you uncomfortable.”
“Of course it makes me uncomfortable, Cassy. You’re my daughter. You’re my little girl. Still, if it will make you happy, I’ll do it.”
I went down on my knees and took her hands in mine. “No. It won’t make me happy if I know I hurt you. I can keep it as a little fantasy tucked away in a corner of my mind. It’s not like Xhilandia will run out of ways to keep me happy.”
“That, I can assure you.” Xhilandia said. “If it may ease your worries though, Hannah, once upon a time it was quite common for witches to have the first night of their daughters, once they finished training, in a black ritual that increased the mana capacity of the daughter. It’s not like Cassy needs any ritual like that, with her almost divine levels of mana, but you’d only be keeping with traditions.”
My mother sighed. “Well, maybe we’ll get your grandfather to have another heart attack in heaven, damned know I would love for that to happen. Also I’m kind of already covered in your juices, aren’t I?”
“Whoops?” I said, making a perfectly innocent face.
She sighed again. “Seriously, what must I do with you?”
I looked at her lips. I lifted my head up. They were so close, only a few inches away. I felt my heart race in my chest. The woman who had been my first crush, the one who had always been forbidden to me by the rules of society. I could have her, here, now. I closed my eyes, I was too afraid she would push me away. She didn’t. I closed the distance. Our lips touched.
I felt like my heart was trying to escape through my chest. I had done it. My lips were on hers. I opened up my lips and my tongue made its way between hers. It met her black tongue, they slid on each other and I felt her piercing. Her tongue shied out at first, then she relaxed and met mine equally. I put a hand on the back of her head and the other at the base of her neck, just over her shoulder. I got up from the floor and bent over her, never leaving her mouth. I continued kissing her hungrily. My eyes still wouldn’t dare open in fear that it was just a dream, that it would all disappear. She put her hands on my waist, they were cold, nervous.
My mouth freed hers. We were panting. I opened my eyes and she was still there, she was not an illusion, she was not a dream.
“Damn, that was so hot.” Xhilandia said.
I turned and saw her smiling at us, her elbow on the table and her head resting on her palm.
“The stew! Yes! The stew. I have to check the stew.” My mother said, letting go of my waist and running away from me towards the pot on the stove.
I sat astride on the chair and watched her tend to the pot, resting my head on the backrest. I soon felt Xhilandia’s arms slide over my shoulders and her head come nestled on my neck. I leaned into her.
“Thank you. I could never be happy without you.”
She kissed my cheek. “Everything for you.”
We watched my mother stir the stew way more than needed, obviously flustered. She then stopped mid-stir and said, “Wait, you don’t even eat anymore.”
“I can still taste it off your tongue.”
She tuned and pointed the wooden spoon at me. “Cassandra!”
I laughed.
“I’ll have some.” Xhilandia said.
“Thank you, Xhilandia. It should be ready in about five minutes.”.
She put the wooden spoon on a saucer plate, closed the lid, and walked back to the table. She sat on it next to the chair I was on, her feet dangling off the edge. Xhilandia got off me and I turned around on the chair to sit normally, then my lovely wife sat on my lap sidesaddle, one arm around my back, her legs brushing against my prolapsed pussy. I moaned a bit and wrapped my arms around her, under her wings. My mother coughed into her hand.
“So…” she said, swaying her feet back and forth nervously, “how long have you… you know… thought about me that way?”
“Well… remember the mid-year break from the academy on my first year?”
“That long?!”
I nodded, heat rising in my cheeks. “I spent days studying a way to mask a scrying spell from your mana senses and put one in the bathroom when you were showering. It was one of the first times I masturbated.”
“Oh, Cassy… I never knew.”
“Well, it’s not really an easy subject to talk about with your mother.”
“True, but still… You know you can talk about everything with me.”
I shrugged. “I know. I guess I needed a little push. We are talking about it, now.”
She smiled. “Yes, we are. Thank you for telling me.”
“So… did you like the kiss?”
She look e away from me “Well… you are a good kisser.”
“That’s not what I asked.”
She put her face in her hands. “Dark gods, this is so wrong.”
“Ahem. Dark god right here.” Xhilandia said. “You have my full blessing, actually I encourage you to fuck my beautiful, amazing wife silly. I’d like a taste too, if you don’t mind.”
My mother peeked over her fingers. “You’ll have me, Xhilandia?”
“Hannah, I’d have fucked you silly the first time we met if it wasn’t that I was contracted to your ten year old daughter.”
She swallowed. “I… gladly.”
“Mom! You are talking about fucking my wife here.” I teased her.
She looked at me with the least impressed look a mother could give. “You lost any possible high ground when it comes to talking familial relationship, you… you motherfucker!”
“Heh.”
She let out a long sigh.
“The stew should be ready. Let me just go to the toilet one moment.” She said, getting off the table.
My eyebrows shot up.
“No.” she said, pointing a finger at me as if she was scolding a dog. “I will not pee inside my daughter.”
“I was actually thinking about you peeing on your daughter. I want to reserve my stomach for Alexis for a few days.”
“Still no! Stay! Don’t come after me!”
She stormed off towards the bathroom as I and Xhilandia laughed.
“So, how was the kiss?”
“The second best woman I’ve ever kissed.”
I leaned into her and melted on her lips.