Her Daughter's Gift

Pochi sat politely on her chair, staring down at the growing pile of rejected marriage application forms her daughter Reine was stacking on the table in front of them. Comiket was one of the most stressful times of the year for an artist, but Pochi would always make the effort for her precious daughter. Living in different countries, Pochi and Reine found very little time to spend in-person together. This was a unique opportunity for some mother-daughter bonding, though Pochi did not expect it to be like this.

Reine was furiously circling, underlining, notating, and scratching out the various marriage application forms with her quill, all of them reaching the same conclusion. Reine muttered to herself while frantically reading through another submission. "Tch, don't think I don't see your true intentions," Reine whispered with venom before placing another paper in the rejected pile.

Pochi silently smiled at her daughter's antics, but was steadily growing more concerned. The papers were being placed with a bit more force, the quill resembling less a writing instrument and more a weapon. But they were together, and that was all that mattered.

This brief moment away from the amassing crowds of Comiket gave Pochi the chance to reflect on the steps that brought her and Reine to this situation. When Pochi learned Reine was coming to Japan, she was giddy with excitement. So many plans to make, so many memories to create, it all sent Pochi into a maternal tizzy. So much so that when Reine started to ask about her mama's health and happiness over the phone, Pochi was honest for once. Her career was taking a toll on her body, and she admitted she felt very lonely living in her Japanese apartment on her own.

"What you need, mama, is a husband! Someone who will cook for you, do your laundry, run your errands, massage you feet, stuff like that!" Reine's enthusiastic proposal caught Pochi off guard.

"Ah, Reine-chan, I don't know, that sounds nice, but it would need to be someone I could trust. Someone like one of my members."

"Perfect! We can have them come to Comiket and fill out a marriage proposal. This might also be a good way to sell more of your merch, still available for purchase on Booth and Melon Books! Don't you worry, mama, I’ll take care of everything to make sure you get the perfect partner."

Pochi was used to Reine's sudden marketing, and with her good mood from getting to soon see her daughter, she agreed. It was a scary prospect, but it excited her.

The turnout to her Comiket booth was large, many prompted by the prospect of winning the illustrious Iida Pochi's hand in marriage. Reine had the system running very smoothly, and strictly. Membership verification was rigorous, background checks were in progress, and a multi page application form was required. This did enough to weed out the less serious or devoted, but the final number of applications was still daunting. But it did nothing to slow Reine down. Pochi noticed throughout the whole process, from touchdown at Narita airport, to showing Reine her apartment where she would be staying, to setting up for Comiket and running both the booth and the marriage registration table, Reine was unwavering in her commitment to her. Reine was always thankful, always courteous, always kind. She consistently put Pochi's needs first, making sure her mama was always feeling healthy and happy. One night when Reine was making dinner for the two of them, Pochi joked, "You know Reine if I kept you around I wouldn't need a husband."

Reine was quiet for a moment, and was glad the steam from the cooking hid her blush as she meekly responded, "I'm glad you think of me that way, Pochi-mama."

After what felt like days, Reine finally put down her quill and leaned away from the table. A tense silence grew, as Pochi waited in anticipation for Reine's next words.

"Mama... I know you love your members... and I'm sure they're nice people, in fact I have the government data here to prove it... but I just don't think any of them are what you need. I've rejected every single one." Reine's disappointment seemed genuine. And based on the amount of work she put into the whole affair, Pochi believed her when she said none of them were right.

"Let's just go home for the night," Pochi consoled Reine in a way only a mother could, "and we can think of something we can do."

After a long hug of compassion, Pochi aided Reine in packing up all the papers and supplies, and they started on their way back to the apartment.

"I'm very sorry about all the trouble, ma'am."

"Maybe my standards are too harsh... no they are entirely fair and legitimate! Pochi-mama only deserves the best, and I'm going to give it to her!"

Reine's avalanche of documents had been transferred from Comiket to Pochi's dining room table. The young Peafowl had donned her glasses, and as Pochi entered the room, she saw her daughter was wearing the second outfit she designed for her. Maybe it was the colors, maybe the simplicity, the elegant yet seductive presence of the ensemble, but this was Pochi's favorite look for her daughter. Maybe it was the not so non-alcoholic beer that Pochi was finishing a second can of.

"In my eyes, Reine-chan, you already have."

Reine's eyes went wide when Pochi suddenly came very close very quickly to her. Pochi did not mean to be so forward, but the long day and libations caused her to be a little looser than normal.

"I took a look at those standards of yours. They're very specific, aren't they?" Pochi's left hand was resting on Reine's right shoulder, and with her opposite hand she walked her fingers up Reine's arm and over her shoulder until she was resting her fingers on Reine's neck.

"No one could have hoped to pass your judgment, could they? No one... except yourself." Pochi slid her hand up from Reine's neck, letting her nails glide along Reine's skin until she was cupping her cheek.

"Be honest with me, my dear daughter. Who can take care of me the best?"

Pochi accentuated the question by looking deep into Reine's eyes and slowly brought their faces closer together. Reine could feel the heat of Pochi's breath, the heat of her hand against her cheek, and the heat of her soul trying to burst out of her body.

"I- I can," Reine's reply was a confession, and a promise.

"I know you will," Pochi closed the gap between their lips, and for the first time in a long time did not feel stress.

Their first kiss was tentative, exploratory. It lacked courage, unsure of what would come next. Reine felt overwhelmed. In the back of her mind she had planned for something like this to happen, but now that it was real, her mind spun in a thousand different directions.

It was true. She never really intended to find Pochi a husband. It would make Pochi feel better to be so wanted, to see all her fans show their devotion in the grandest way possible. But there was only ever one outcome in Reine's mind, and as she and Pochi spent more time together, Reine's goal became resolute. None of Pochi's suitors could make her happy like she could. It had to be her. No one else could touch her mama. With these thoughts driving her forward, Reine pushed back into their second kiss.

At last, they were together as equals, as lovers. The third, fourth, and fifth kisses gained the courage that was missing. Both women knew what they wanted, and both were willing to give the other what they needed. Reine's arms moved up Pochi's sides to wrap around her back, bringing her mama down into a tight embrace. Pochi was happy to press her advantage, moving her hands to the buttons on Reine's blouse, the blouse she designed. They came undone easily in Pochi hands, and Reine could feel any remaining resistance within her come undone as well. Everything she did was to make Pochi happy, and now it was time for her to return the favor.

Reine's top was off before she realized it, and her bra was quick to follow. Pochi, uninhibited, unrestrained, and unapologetic, grasped at Reine's breasts, feeling their considerable weight and divine shape. Pochi broke off the kiss and moved her mouth to Reine's neck, finding any weak spots she could exploit. Between feeling her mama’s tongue on her neck, and her hands massaging her chest, Reine felt like her entire body was a weak spot.

She knew she had to take action. Using the few remaining rational brain cells she had left, Reine lifted up Pochi’s shirt. Pochi backed off to allow the piece of clothing to be removed. This brought her chest to Reine’s eye level, and acting on instinct the daughter took one of her mama’s nipples into her mouth. Pochi gasped in delight, bringing one hand to the back of Reine’s head to keep her locked on.

“Ahh, I guess you really are my daughter. Won’t you make your mama happy?”

Pochi’s words made her suck on Pochi’s tit with an elevated enthusiasm and energy. All that mattered to Reine was the small nub in her mouth, and how best to move her tongue to get the delicious moans out of Pochi.

“Mmm, you’re very good with your tongue aren’t you? But mother always knows best.”

Reine opened her eyes to look up at Pochi, and the two locked gazes. Two sets of heart-eyes stared into each other, making intentions clear.

“Now listen to your mama, my big baby,” Pochi removed Reine from her chest, “and lie down on the table.”

Reine was an obedient daughter and climbed up onto the table, scattering rejected applications across the floor. Reine laid on her back, quivering in anticipation. Pochi snaked her delicate hands up Reine’s legs, which were still in her white pants. She teased Reine’s inner thighs, making smooth movements towards but never touching her core, always keeping her daughter on edge and wondering what would happen next. The two buttons at the top of the pants came off easily enough, but the rest was more difficult to get off than her shirt.

“Don’t you think your clothes are too erotic, Reine-chan?” Pochi said while moving her hands under the waist of Reine’s pants, being sure to feel her hips and rear to full effect, “You shouldn’t be wearing such tight clothes. Imagine the thoughts people have when they see you dressed like this.”

Reine gave her the cutest pout she could muster, “It’s not my fault. This is just the way I was raised.”

“You damn brat,” Pochi whispered with a grin as she leaned in briefly to kiss Reine fully on the mouth.

Pulling away quickly left Reine breathless, giving Pochi the chance to yank down her daughter’s pants, leaving her bottom exposed. “I think I’ll have to punish you.”

“Oh no, mama, haven’t I been a good girlllll.” Reine’s remark was interrupted by Pochi flipping her over and bending her over the table with a strength neither woman realized she had.

“Oh yes you have been a very good girl, and I’ll give you your reward in a little bit. But you have also been a very bad girl.” Pochi rubbed one cheek of Reine’s freshly exposed behind, appreciating its contours and giving it a small squeeze.

“Y-yes, mama, I have been v-very bad. P-please punish meeeeeeeeee-” Reine’s final word became a squeal as Pochi suddenly spanked her daughter. The light red mark and soft jiggle from the impact brought a satisfying pleasure to the older woman, and to her daughter the burning sensation and feeling of being in Pochi’s complete control drove her crazy.

Pochi brought her hand down again on the other cheek. Anticipating it, Reine let out a sensual cry, and a guttural groan with the third slap.

“Mmm, yes mommy, punish me~ Teach your little baby a lesson.” Reine’s switch had been completely flipped, begging for Pochi to not hold back.

“That’s a good girl,” Pochi purred, filling the room with the sound of smacking Reine’s ass a total of nine times. “Now do you think you’ve learned your lesson?”

Reine panted in blissful agony. “Oh yes mama, I promise to always tell you the truth about my feelings.”

“Very good. Now I’ll give you your reward.” Pochi lifted up Reine in a wedding carry, being careful not to hurt her now red bottom. Reine wrapped her arms around Pochi’s neck. Her mouth hung open, lust evident in her eyes and face as she stared at Pochi.

Pochi brought her to the bedroom and laid Reine down on the bed. Pochi gingerly climbed on top, her gentle demeanor in stark contrast to the dominant actions of earlier. Pochi caressed Reine’s body, feeling every inch of her arms, shoulders, back, stomach, and chest. It was a body she knew very well, but in the soft dark of her bedroom it felt so different.

A series of affectionate kisses were laid on Reine’s face and lips. Reine felt close to heaven. Pochi kissed her chin, neck, and shoulder blade, slowly moving her kisses and body down. She spent a moment to appreciate Reine’s cleavage, then traced a twisting line down her stomach before situating herself between her soft thighs. And with a silent cry from Reine, Pochi paid back her daughter’s gift.