Paige & Sofie

by OttersInTrousers

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A tall, muscular border collie storms out of an office building and towards her car in the parking lot. She has a blue merle coat and striking blue eyes that currently are alight with a barely-contained fury, her hands flexing at her sides because she knows if she closes them fully, she will clench them so tightly she'll draw blood with her claws. Her name is Paige Shepherd, she is in heat, and she has just finished a miserable day of work.

What a day. What a fucking day. If one more man ignores her “I AM A LESBIAN” and “NOT INTERESTED” flags and propositions her at work because she's in heat, Paige Shepherd is going to commit a murder. Fuck.

How convenient for all of them that they become fully colorblind, and forget that she's a herm, and can ignore the bulge in her trousers (that usually frightens their insecure masculinity so much) only when they think they might get an easy lay and sire some pups to use against her.

She sits in her car and fumes, too shaky with rage to drive yet. She's gonna be late getting home today. She hopes Sofia already gave up waiting for her and ate dinner so she's not starving. At the thought of her daughter, Paige can already feel her tension and fury melting away.

That's right, Sofie's at home waiting for her. Don't murder some asshole, even though he deserves it, because Sofie doesn't deserve to grow up without her mom. Get home to Sofie. Paige'll be fine once she gets home to Sofie.

Except her heat is driving her crazy. 

She hastily unbuttons her blouse then unhooks and tears off her bra to get herself a little more air in her fur, but it's not enough. Her cock throbs against her trousers, her pussy drools into her panties. With a sigh, she unbuttons her pants and resigns herself to driving one-handed, alternately jerking off and fingering herself. 

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Which—in the grand scheme of things—maybe isn't Paige's best idea, because it means when she gets home, she's been edging herself for going on forty-five minutes because she was never quite able to get there the whole drive. Top still open and bra in hand, she lets herself into her house.

In the key dish by the door, she finds a note: “ate a sandwich, made one for you. in the fridge! <3 Sof”. She smiles and promises herself she'll come back for the note, to stash it away for safe-keeping. Right now, though, she needs to find her daughter. Sofia's scent hangs in the air, a balm for Paige's nerves after the day she's had, and she follows it to the living room.

Where she finds Sofia snoozing on the couch. 

The pup is eleven years old, blue merle like her mother, but with heterochromatic eyes, one blue and one brown. She has a slim figure, puberty only just beginning to fill out her nascent breasts. She's already in her pajamas—one of Paige's old band tee-shirts that's so old it's more holes than cloth and does a poor job of covering any of the pup's dignity, and a pair of cute pink bikini panties that hug her pert butt.

Paige stands for a moment leaning against the doorframe, watching her daughter's side rise and fall as she sleeps, listening to her quiet snores.

When she thinks she's had enough of a recharge, she sets for the bathroom; her heat has her extra-sensitive to smells, and the stink of the office—and the others inside it—clings to her fur upsettingly. Once she's showered, she'll be back to properly greet her precious daughter.

The shower gives Paige time to literally and figuratively wash away some of her day's stresses. Ordinarily, she opts for an unscented shampoo during her heat to minimize unnecessary stimuli, but tonight she's feeling needy, so she uses the soft, sweet one her daughter loves so much. Having a scent she associates with her daughter—even if it isn't her scent—in her fur helps, too.

Once she's out and dried, she doesn't even opt for a change of clothes, red rocket bobbing and spade dripping with each step as she returns to the living room. Sofia hasn't moved, and continues snoring on her side facing away.

This is perfect for Paige. She approaches on silent paws, crouches down, and takes a couple good sniffs at her pup's panty-clad pussy. Her cock throbs. She's real thankful this pair of panties is shaped to fit below the tail, so she doesn't have to fuss with any fasteners or slip her tail through a loop as she takes hold of her daughter's panties by their waistband and yanks them down past her knees.

In a tender voice with just a hint of lusty rumble, she speaks to her pup.

“Sofie, sweety, wake up.” She moves up onto the couch as she gets the panties over one paw, leaving them bunched around the other ankle. “Mommy's home.” Leaning over her daughter, she presses her hips in.

Sofia stirs, smells her mother so close by, and hums her happiness. Blinking and turning her head, she mumbles, “Hey Mom. I made you a—” 

She's interrupted by a passionate kiss, her mother's tongue darting into her muzzle.

“I know baby, thank you, are you wet enough?” Paige grinds her hips against Sofia's ass, hoping that will be enough explanation.

“What?” Then she feels her mother's tip press in at her canine vulva, spread her apart. “Oh! Um, probably not enough yet.”

“Okay, Sofie, that's okay.” She sets to toying with the pup's clit, moving her tip in and out of her puffy, y-shaped entrance. “I just had a real bad day, and I need to get off.”

Sofia, devoted daughter that she is, takes over rubbing her clitoris, her other hand reaching up to grope her mom's tit.

“You smell like heat,” she says offhandedly, then, “I think I'm okay now.”

“Just 'okay', Sof?” Paige gives her a disapproving look. “Just okay isn't good enough. We only do this if you're 'good'.”

Sofia huffs her frustration. Her mom's tapered tip slips a little deeper in, a little more easily. It feels so nice. “I'm good now, please put it in.”

“Good girl, Sofie.” Paige hilts her daughter on the first thrust, her fat knot squishing against the cub's spade.

Both of them moan.

“I probably won't last long, sweetheart, so you tell me if you don't get there, okay?” Paige sets immediately to rutting her pup into the cushions, hips bouncing into Sofia's butt and balls smacking her little clit.

“Mmmmmnn! Okay, Mom!” They both know Sofia will cum, hard, as soon as she feels her mother's first jet of semen.

“Gods, have I told you how proud I am—” she interrupts herself to grunt through a couple of teeth-rattling humps, nearly knotting her pup each time, “—that you can take my whole cock right from the start now?” She pauses to grind her hips back and forth. “Because—fuck I'm close already—I am so proud, baby. It's so hot.”

Paige presses her entire body down against Sofia, growling as her humps become shallower, quicker.

“Oh, I love you Sofie.”

“I love you, too, Mommy.”

“Gods yes call me Mommy again I'm so close.” Her knot presses in against the pup's straining pussy.

“You feel so good, Mommy.”

“Gods, fuck, yes, fuck.” A handful of erratic thrusts. “Oh my knot you need my knot gotta knot you get ready.” She pulls out, almost all the way, then slams back in, forcing her knot through and knocking a squeak out of Sofia, muffled by the couch cushion.

“Mommy!”

“Fuck! Sofie!” 

Paige's pussy spasms and squirts into the living room floor as she tumbles over the edge into orgasm. Her penis jerks inside her daughter's vagina, spraying its first white-hot gout of semen against the pup's cervix.

Sofia keens.

Sure enough, Sofia joins her mother in orgasm. Her puppy pussy contracts around her mother's shaft, squeezing it for its bounty. She presses her hips back, begging for more.

“My baby.” Paige kisses and licks along the side of Sofia's muzzle. “My daughter.” She grinds her hips in, spurting more into the pup's stretched passage. “My mate.” She runs her hand up the pup's belly, tweaks a nipple. “What a good girl.” More and more cum spills into Sofia. “Take it all, my good girl.”

When Sofia finishes riding through her orgasm, she sighs and snuggles back into her mother.

“Mmmmm. Feeling better now, Mom?”

“Gods, hold that thought, I'm not done yet.”

Paige yanks her hips back, knot popping free of her daughter's pussy, then slams the whole thing back in. Cum splatters out into the fur of her stomach and thighs, onto the couch. She feels Sofie orgasm again. She gets three more full-body, knot out, knot in, thrusts before she cums a second time.

Sofie's little pussy, abused by the sudden rough knotfuck, no longer holds a seal behind Paige's knot, and this orgasm gushes cum and pussy juice out to soak into her sheath, balls, thighs, the couch, the carpet.

“Sof, fuck, my sweet little slutty Sofie, gods your pussy is heaven.”

Sofie gasps silently as she careens from her second into her third orgasm, nearly blacking out.

A moment passes as Paige spends herself fully inside her daughter.

As she comes down, Paige shifts both of them to be more comfortable as they wait for her knot to shrink down again. Spooning her daughter as she drools the dregs of her cum into her little pussy—and directly out onto the couch cushions—Paige runs her hand up and down Sofia's front.

“Sorry I was a bit rough at the end there, Sof. You took it like a champ, though.”

“It's okay, Mom. And, uh—” Paige can feel Sofia's face heat and her ears pin back in embarrassment as she mumbles out, “—thanks?”

Paige hides her grin by pressing a kiss to the top of her pup's head.

“And thanks for the sandwich, Sof. It's gonna be real nice to finish here and be able to just eat without cooking anything.”

“You're welcome, Mom.”

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As Paige digs through the fridge—she's sure there's a bottle of sports drink in here somewhere—her pup sneaks up behind her and hugs her around the waist. She's topless now, judging by the feel of bare fur against Paige's ass and tail. Probably fully nude. Hopefully fully nude. Paige loves her daughter.

“Well hey, Sof. What's up?”

“I was thinkin'—” She interrupts herself to reach past her mom's hip and into the fridge door, “—I moved it so you could find it easier, here—” She hands Paige the fruity beverage, “—maybe while you eat supper, I'll eat you out? Might help your heat, too.”

Paige pats her daughter's arms at her waist, then takes the sandwich from the fridge and kicks the door closed.

“Sweet girl, that sounds amazing. Only if you want, though.”

Sofie makes an affronted noise into her lower back as they start back towards the couch, daughter still clinging to mother.

“I like eating you out.”

Paige chuckles.

“And I like you eating me out. I just don't want you feeling obligated just 'cause your mom's grumpy about her heat.”

Paige feels Sofie roll her eyes.

“Just sit down and spread your legs, Mom.”

Paige obliges.

Sofie starts slow. Paige appreciates that—it lets her actually enjoy her sandwich. But as soon as the sandwich is gone, empty plate balanced precariously on the arm of the couch, Sofie dives in.

“You look so fucking hot with my balls on your muzzle, Sof.”

She feels more than sees the pup smile against her spade, but the wagging of her tail is unmistakable either way.

“That's it, baby, that's it. Eat out your mommy's heated pussy.”

Sofie pulls her muzzle back enough to lay one long, slow lick up her mother's spade, then presses in with a hunger. Her nose rubs against Paige's clit as she laps up her juices.

“Ohhh yeah, I'm so close, I'm so close, Sofie.”

Her pup makes eye contact with her and reaches up to wrap one paw around Paige's cock. Three tip-to-base jerks, nosing just that bit harder against her clit, and spearing her tongue deep, she brings her mother over the edge.

Paige crashes headlong into orgasm.

The first shot of her cum nearly gets her in her eye. The next lands in a streak across her left breast. Then Sofie bends her cock downwards, and suddenly she's watching as she paints her pup with it. She feels Sofie giggle into her pussy as her balls clench across the top of her snout in time with the wild squirts of semen from her penis.

All the while, her vagina clenches down on the pup's probing tongue, squirts into her mouth.

As Paige catches her breath, oozes the last of her cum from her cocktip, twitches and sighs, Sofie stands. She pulls her fingers from her own soaked little cookie and climbs onto the couch to straddle Paige's hips and put those cunt-dampened fingers into Paige's mouth. She sucks and licks at them, cleaning her daughter's mess away, as her cum smears into her pup's fur, still-hard cock rubbing against her cute little pussy. 

“Oh, Sofie, my sweet girl. When did you get so good at that?”

Sofie smirks, predatory.

“We've been doing this since I was, like, eight. You've given me plenty of practice.”

Paige manages a full belly laugh at that.

“Guess I have.”

She wraps her arms around her pup, draws her into a passionate kiss.  Paige groans into her daughter's mouth when Sofie's hands find her tits and squeeze them roughly. Sofie's hips grind her cookie against Paige's cock.

They part with a smack, both gasping for air.

“You're insatiable, pup.”

“You say that like you aren't.”

“Guilty.” Paige twists her pup's cute little nipples, earning her a lusty groan and another wet grind of hips. If she's not careful, they're gonna end up fucking on the couch again—not that that would be a bad time.

“You feeling better now?”

“Much, baby.” Paige slides her paws from Sofie's itty bitty titties to stroke along her sides. “Maybe I should just take the rest of the week off.”

Sofie sits straight up, her ears perking and tail wagging as she grins.

“Ooh, yes. I would love a few more hours each day with my strong sexy mom pounding my little puppy pussy full of her cum.”

“Gods damn, baby, that's hot.”

They end up fucking on the couch again.