Mother & Daughter (Patreon)

I got to the coffee shop early and ordered a cappuccino. I was nervous, and with good reason, but at least there was enough time to find a good time and try to collect my thoughts while I waited for her to arrive. My ex-girlfriend, that is. She’d sent me a WhatsApp message wanting to talk and we’d agreed to meet here.

We’d met at university and had a pretty great relationship I must say. And I gotta say the sex was great, too. The reason we ended though was because of one delicate factor: her mother.

Now, I don’t mean her mother was against our relationship. She just shared in the fact that her daughter was very into me and seemed to get into me equally as much. She’d had my ex young and didn’t look any older than late 20’s despite being in her 30’s, and he clothes she wore didn’t help her cause. She was always dressed in miniskirts and heels with plenty of cleavage showing. You see, as much as her mother was looking at me….I was looking back. How could I not with her banging body? It felt like the woman was trying to draw my eye. Anyway, my ex noticed this, we had some discussions and fights about it, and in the end, we wound up breaking up.

I can’t say I took it well. I loved her, a lot, and it still hurts even though that all happened three years ago. She wound up moving away, which helped a lot. But that’s why I was so surprised to get her message about wanting to meet up and talk. Last I knew she was in another state.

I spun my coffee cup in slow circles on the table while resting my chin on my other hand. I thought I was over her, but the moment I saw her meet up request my heart jumped. Was she not over me? Does she want to get back together? Or does just want to talk as a friend? My mind was racing with all the possibilities. Part of me wished I hadn’t arrived so early, but then again, my mind would have been racing like this no matter where I was. I just wanted her to arrive already so we could have whatever talk she wanted to have.

I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn't notice someone was standing beside my table until she spoke.

“Eh… excuse me… Hi Marty,” she said. She was tall, very tall, even without the heart stopping heels she was wearing. On her face were four eyes, two in the traditional spot, and two up on her forehead. Her two-toned hair kind of drew attention to them. She had four large breasts, and four hands. On each of those four hands were six fingers with well manicured nails. She had to be about thirty years old, but that certainly detract from her beauty.

“Uh… yeah, that's me. Sorry to ask, but do we know each other?” I asked.

“Yeah, well…kind of. Or we did, once upon a time. Oh, I'm so nervous,” she said as she covered her face with her purse. “I thought I had rehearsed this enough, but I guess not.”

“Listen, I’m sorry. On any other occasion I’d be happy to talk with you, but I’m actually waiting on someone to join me and am nervous enough myself as it is. I haven’t seen her in years, so if you please. Maybe we can catch up some other time.”

“Yes, I know… but Mara won't come,” she said, crestfallen.

I was confused. “Wait, how do you know who I’m waiting for? And why do you say she won’t come?”

She lowered her bag a little looking at me with her upper pair of eyes. Her face had turned red. “Because…I’m Mara. Well, at least in part I am. Mara and I merged and…well now here I am.”

My jaw dropped to the ground and my head swam. I’d heard about fusions, but had never seen one, much less from anyone I knew. “Really?! This is amazing. I-I can't believe it,” I said.

The mutant sat down across from me, still blushing. Before she spoke, she took a deep breath. “Your first time with Mara was at your parents’ house. She was more than ready, and even though you were too, you were so nervous that in less than a minute you- “

“WOAH!” I covered her mouth with my hands to make her stop. “Mara swore she’d never tell anyone about that.” Especially not an entire coffee shop of people.

"She’d didn’t. Since Mara merged with me, I have her memories as well.”

"So that means Mara is dead?" I asked.

"No. Well, legally a little… yes,” she said. “But no. She’s still alive. She just shares a body permanently now.”

“So, who did she merge with?” I asked.

The mutant across from me sat up straight and looked at me with a familiar gaze I hadn’t seen in years. Not since I’d last been at Mara’s house. “Oh, come on. You’re a smart boy. Surely you’ve noticed by now.”

I blinked several times. “M-Mrs. Hasson? Mara merged with her mother?”

“Mmhmm. They’d gone to a spa together to try to reconcile their differences after all that happened. They were talking in a jacuzzi when it happened. That’s where my separate memories end.”

I shook my head as if trying to shake off disbelief. “I’m sorry this is just all a bit much to wrap my head around.”

The mutant looked around to make sure no one else was looking at us, then pulled down her top just enough to expose her top two breasts to me. My eyes about bugged out of my head when I saw mouths in place of nipples. “See?” The mouth on the mutant’s right breast had a mole just above the lip like Mara’s mother had, and the left breast’s mouth as sticking it’s tongue out at me to show off Mara’s tongue piercing.

“Okay, okay, okay. I believe you,” I took a big gulp of my now cold coffee. “So, this is what you wanted to see me about? To tell me this?”

“Yes. I wanted to introduce myself. I’m Marin. I know it’s a little weird and awkward. I’m still adjusting to everything as well. It’s a little hard when you have a chronological age of 6 months, a biological age of 30, and a psychological age of 25.”

“That does sound confusing. I can't imagine what that’s like."

"It's complicated, but we’re adjusting as best we can.”

As I watched her order an iced coffee, I began to notice traits of both Mara and her mother. Marin was a very voluptuous woman, and her mannerisms were a strange blend of the two.

We continued to talk for a while, getting caught up on the rest of our lives, and Marin answered any questions I had about their new situation. Over the course of the conversation, I grew sad I’d never see Mara again though. Marin noticed this.

“You feel alright, honey?” she asked in a tone Mrs. Hasson used to use with me.

“Eh. It’s just…the thought of never seeing Mara again made me sad. I thought I was over, but I think I might still have feelings for her,” I said without even thinking.

“Well, that’s the other reason I wanted to talk to you. I’ve been trying to deal with things left unfinished by the two previous me’s, and one of the biggest things is you.”

“Me?!”

“Mara loved you, she still does, and that means I do too. Mrs. Hasson had taken a liking to you as well. She felt guilty about it but had decided to just ignore what she felt and let her daughter be happy. But see now there’s me, and I am made up of them. So, I have all their feelings, and…well…now there’s not really any obstacles to both of them getting what they want.”

I felt something beneath the table. A foot sliding up and down my leg in slow suggestive motions. The sudden shock of the sensation made me glance down, and I couldn’t help how Marin had a perfect pedicure on each of her six toes.

“I know I’m a little different, and not everyone is used to mutants, but I find myself wishing I could date you. That is if you wouldn’t mind being with a woman who is a little older than you.”

“Older? Didn’t you just tell me you’re six months old?” I asked. Marin giggled a bit. Good my plan to lighten the mood a tad was working.

“Well, in that case I guess I need someone to take care of me,” she said and giggled, a blush stealing up her face.

I blushed a bit myself. “I can’t deny that I wanted to get back together with Mara, but I didn’t want to cause any issues between her and her mother.” I reached out across the table and laid my hand gently over hers. “But it seems that problem no longer exists, so I see no reason why we shouldn’t. Besides, I admit I am a little curious about a few things.” I made sure she noticed the way I looked over her body.

She smiled. “Well, I hope one of those things is about how many vaginas I have,” she winked with both of her right eyes.

She didn’t have to say anything else. I stood up, took her hand, and led her out of the café to my apartment.