Sapphire Lane The Adoptee Pt 06

Author's note: This is a chapter in a series that will include lesbianism and themes of fauxcest (daughter with adopted parents), mommydomme, embarrassment, bondage, ENF, and squirting. Please do not read if such themes offend you, or if you can't enjoy the silliness of the premise, and I'd advise you to start from the beginning if you haven't read the preceding chapters! All characters in this story are 18 or over.

This is part of the 'Sapphire Lane' universe which is a collection of various series all set on Sapphire Lane, each lesbian related but exploring different kinks. Each series is standalone but features cameos and potentially crossovers with other series.

Chapter 6

Cassidy went downstairs Sunday morning, dressed in her pyjamas, and found Zafira, her adopted mother, in the kitchen.

"Morning bébi!" Zafira smiled cheerfully, pulling Cassidy into a hug and kissing her cheek. Cassidy smiled a 'good morning' back, feeling a little guilty again about how she had thought of the woman as she masturbated in the shower the night before. The Hungarian woman, dressed in a dressing gown, was making her waffles, and the teen excitedly devoured her plate, never having such things for breakfast at the orphanage.

"Mom has gone to play golf with some work colleagues today, so I have you all to myself!" Zafira said excitedly, reaching out to play with one of Cassidy's plaits as she watched the girl finish her waffles. The teen wasn't sure if she felt glad or not, as overall, despite her embarrassing princess swimsuit, the afternoon and evening she had spent with her mom and mommy had felt pretty dreamy, like she was truly part of a happy household. However, Cassidy still felt that her strict blonde adopted mom was a little intimidating so found she could be more relaxed when just with her mommy, even if the woman could be a little too doting.

"What shall we do today mommy?" Cassidy asked, assuming the woman probably had something planned. She hoped that one day she could maybe have some hobby or something to spend her free time doing, but she was still in her first week with her adopted parents so wanted to make sure she spent as much time with them as they wanted her to.

"I've got a photoshoot booked in with a professional photographer. I thought it'd be a fun mommy and daughter bonding experience plus we'd have some adorable photos to put up around the house and show my friends!"

"Um, that sounds great mommy but would mom mind? I mean perhaps she'd feel left out if she wasn't in them?"

"Aww, you're such a caring daughter but mom will be fine with it, stuff like that isn't really her thing. I've actually got you a dress to wear especially!"

"You really spoil me with clothes." Cassidy said, a little nervous at what the dress was going to be like, as how she would like to dress seemed to rarely align with how her mommy made her dress.

"That's okay darling, half the fun of being a mommy is getting to dress up your daughter!" Zafira said and fetched a clothes box, handing it to the teen. "Put this on, and wear that pink bra and thong I got you when we went pantie shopping. I'd better go get ready too."

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Cassidy got the girlish pink lacy bra and matching thong panties out of her underwear drawer. She hadn't worn them yet, never having even worn a thong before but thinking that she'd rather wear her everyday soft triangle bras and matching cotton briefs even if they did have embarrassing cutesy patterns like strawberries or clouds. 'Why does it matter what underwear I wear today anyway? Not like it'd be visible beneath my dress...' Cassidy wondered but still obeyed her mother's instructions, expecting the woman would be excitedly pulling up her dress to check her daughter was in 'bébi's first thong'.

She pulled on the thong, consoling herself that at least it had more material than the G-string micro bikinis that Sarah had made her try on and publicly parade in the mall changing room, with the slightly thicker front and back triangles providing her with more coverage though it still was far skimpier than she was used to. She blushed to see that some of her dark pubic hair was poking out of the top of the pink thong, and turned around to examine her butt in the mirror, seeing how the pink material disappeared between her plump teen ass cheeks. 'Oh well, apart from when mommy checks, no one else is going to be seeing it...'

She next put on the pink lacy bra, looking in the mirror and thinking that it looked both girlish and sexy. If she had a girlfriend she was putting the underwear on for as a Valentine's surprise then Cassidy though perhaps she'd like being in the lingerie, but blushed that it was her mommy, not a girlfriend, that she was going to be wearing it for.

The brunette then opened the clothes box and pulled the dress out. 'Not too bad... rather have a tee and jeans but it's pretty.' The teen though, examining it. The dress was sky blue with a floral pattern including red and orange flowers and green leaves. Cassidy pulled it on and found that the skirt, which had a wide swing, went down far enough to just be shy of covering her knees (exposing far less leg than her tiny tennis skirts), whilst the front of the dress was not too exposing of her cleavage.

'I'd rather not wear it, and feel a little girly going to a photoshoot dressed in it, but it could have been far worse...'

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Cassidy though she'd have to revise her assessment of the outfit when she saw that her mommy was wearing a matching floral dress, identical apart from it being in a size that fitted Zafira's womanly curves rather than Cassidy's slender teen body. Despite her surprise, the teen couldn't help but find her eyes drawn to the cleavage of the woman's large breasts in the dress.

"Isn't it adorable that we have matching dresses!" Zafira smiled excitedly, and Cassidy forced an eager smiling, nodding though she was a little doubtful that it was normal for an 18-year-old teenager to be wearing a matching dress with her mother.

"Come on, give mommy a spin!"

Cassidy complied, spinning around in a circle so her plaits and wide swing dress' hemline bounced.

"Aw you look so cute! I'm glad you love it."

Cassidy had never said she loved it, but thought it wasn't the worst thing that her mommy, or mom, had made her wear.

"Oh, I almost forgot to check! Let's have a look at your thong." Zafira said and lifted up the front of the teen's dress, so she got a peek at the pink thong, and surprised Cassidy by briefly stroking her fingers over it before dropping back down the dress. The touch of the woman's fingers on her pussy, even though fleeting and with the thin barrier of the throng in between, made Cassidy catch her breath but did her best to hide her fluster from the woman who seemed unaware of the feelings her touch had caused in the teenager. One of Zafira's fingers that had brushed over Cassidy's crotch was her ring finger with the diamond wedding ring a reminder to the teen of her stern mom Sarah and the blonde woman's firm warning on remembering her place as the daughter in the household which made her keen to ignore the strange sensation the touch had caused between her legs...

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Zafira drove to the photographer's studio, Cassidy glad it wasn't in walking distance as appearing in public, holding hands with her mommy in a matching dress, would have been so embarrassing whilst at least inside the car they were protected from the looks of passing pedestrians. Cassidy knew that the photographer would obviously have to see them, but hoped that their gaze would be the only one she would have to blush beneath today.

They pulled up in a parking lot, and crossed across to the studio with Zafira taking hold of the girl's hand, whilst over her other shoulder she carried a tote bag as well as her sling handbag. Cassidy briefly wondered what her adopted mother had brought in the tote bag before the woman began to chat to her.

"Brittany, the photographer, is the younger sister of Tanya who lives across the road from us at Number 16, so we get a bit of a friends' discount! Tanya's got a daughter your age called Scarlett so perhaps when we go round for dinner next, or they come to ours', you can make friends with her!"

"That would be great mommy." Cassidy smiled. She was eager to meet someone her age as though she had a happy family which was what she had dreamed of in the orphanage, she missed having some friends however was slightly nervous at the prospect as, along with being naturally shy, Cassidy felt her relationship with her adoring mommy could look embarrassing to a fellow 18-year-old.

The reception to the photography studio was small, and they were met by a smiling woman who Zafira introduced to Cassidy as Brittany. She was 30 years old, with shoulder length dirty blonde hair, thick dark eye lashes, and a big smile with white teeth, and was dressed casually in denim shorts and white vest.

"Hi Brittany, how are you!" Zafira beamed, hugging the woman and kissing her on the cheek. She wasn't directly friends with the younger woman but, being friends and neighbours with her older sister Tanya, had met the blonde lots of times at social occasions.

"And this is my precious little Cassidy! Isn't she adorable?"

"Hi Cassidy." Brittany grinned, looking up and down the 18-year-old teen. "I know Zafira has been looking to adopt for so long now so I'm glad she's a mom at last!"

"A mommy." Zafira corrected, Cassidy blushing. "Sarah is mom."

"Oh of course." Brittany chuckled, imagining the dynamic between Zafira and her stern wife. "It's so cute that you're wearing a matching dress with mommy!"

Cassidy wasn't sure if the photographer was poking fun at her, as after all she must look a bit silly dressed to match her 'mommy', but she smiled a thank you. Zafira and Brittany continued to chat, catching up with each other whilst Cassidy looked around the reception area. The example photos on the walls were all of stunning women, posed seductively or sensually, often in various stages of undress though it was all tasteful nudity with nothing exposed. On the desk she saw a stand of leaflets about Brittany's business, and noticed the woman titled herself an 'erotic and boudoir photographer'.

'I'm not sure what boudoir means, but erotic! Seems a weird place for us to come to for a mother and daughter photoshoot, but I suppose it's just because Brittany is a friend so giving us a discount... imagine she must know how to do family portraits too...' Cassidy thought, and followed the two women through a door into Brittany's studio.

The first half of the room was 'normal' looking, cluttered with equipment and props with the walls covered in more photographic prints of sensually shot woman, however towards the back of the room, the space suddenly became empty with the wooden floorboards covered by a white sheet and the walls bare and starkly white. A couple of tall lights faced this barren space, one of which was filtered through what looked like an open umbrella. Cassidy had never been in a photography studio, and the white set and lights all made her more nervous as it seemed to be a little more professional than just having a few snaps taken with a camera as she was expecting, however it also was quite exciting.

"What's are those umbrella things for?" Cassidy asked Brittany.

"They're called umbrella lights, used for soft and broad lighting. They most closely emulate the feel of natural outdoor light. Bright lights can create harsh shadows which we typically want to avoid." Brittany explained. "Now let's get started, we'll begin with some of you both standing."

Zafira led Cassidy onto the white set, which the teen thought of as the 'stage' and stood facing the camera. Brittany got Cassidy to shuffle a little close to her adopted mother and to stand slightly forward so her right arm was in front of the woman's left arm. Brittany took some photos of the pair in this position, Zafira, a head taller than the girl, stood motherly behind Cassidy with the teen giving her biggest smile which was pretty if a little goofy. Zafira reached behind the girl with her left hand to touch the girl's bare right arm, gently caressing her fingers up and down.

"Yes that's good, a little affectionate touch from mom." Brittany grinned, taking more pictures.

"Mommy." Cassidy corrected, then blushed whilst Zafira gave her arm a pleased squeezed. 'I can't believe I just corrected a stranger on that...!' Cassidy thought, annoyed with herself as it must have sounded ridiculous to the photographer coming from an 18-year-old. '... it's just that I'm so used to making sure that I get them the right way round as know it displeases mom if I mix them up.'

"Oops sorry, of course Sarah is mom, Zafira is mommy..." Brittany chuckled, taking more pictures whilst Cassidy was still blushing in embarrassment. Zafira moved her left hand up to the girl's upper arm, whilst reaching across to put her right hand on the teen's other arm. Cassidy found she liked being held in such a way by the Hungarian woman, feeling comforting and loving whilst being subtle and not embarrassing.

"Perfect, let's get one with both your bodies facing slightly towards the right, your left, but with your faces turned to the camera."

Cassidy turned to the left so her back was facing her adopted mother, with the woman doing the same behind her, and both of them turning their faces to the camera, smiling again. Zafira placed her hands on the teen's narrow waist.

"Good, good. This is a mom, excuse me, 'mommy' and daughter photoshoot and sometimes the subjects can struggle to physically project their intimacy, so it's great to see that you just naturally touch Cassidy with your hands however I pose you." Brittany said to Zafira as she peered through her camera lens, taking more pictures.

"I've only had her for a week so maybe I'm a bit possessive of her!" Zafira laughed, and Cassidy, though she loved receiving the motherly affection she had been denied growing up in the orphanage, couldn't help agreeing she was a little possessive, thinking of how the woman spoilt her with new clothes or had 'nurtured' her with her breast, though she'd never complain. 'Afterall it's nice to be loved, and a daughter just needs to put up with it when her mother gets a little too doting' Cassidy told herself, and enjoyed the feel of the woman's hands on her waist.

"Yes, be possessive, Cassidy is YOUR adorable daughter so other mothers better not touch her! I want to capture what a loving mother you are, and equally what a loving daughter Cassidy is in return!"

Cassidy couldn't help laughing a little at how passionate the photographer was in her work, with Brittany, delighted at the girl's 'cute laugh', capturing it on the camera. The teen thought how nice the photos must be of her and Zafira, even if she looked a little silly wearing a matching dress with the beautiful woman, and was finding she was having fun with Brittany's infectious energy and the comforting caresses of her mommy's hands removing any nerves she had at posing in front of the camera and the umbrella light.

"Now turn around Cassidy and face your mommy." Brittany directed and Cassidy obeyed. Zafira put her left arm around her daughter's waist and pulled her close, and the teen reciprocated by putting her left hand on the woman's waist. Cassidy could feel the woman's breasts pressed against her, but she tried not to think about them, knowing it'd cause strange feeling in her.

"Put your right hand on Cassidy's shoulder, just to make it ever so slightly more intimate..." Brittany suggested, and Zafira complied as the blonde continued to take photos. She got the pair to touch foreheads, so their smiling faces were pressed together, then directed the Hungarian woman to kiss the girl's cheek, then for Cassidy to kiss the woman's cheek in return. The teen was glad to have a moment's break from smiling, as it was getting a little forced to be smiling at the camera for so long, and gave her mommy a peck on the cheek. Cassidy though things were certainly feeling more intimate now her body was facing her mother, held against the woman's taller and more curvaceous figure.

"Let's have a fun one where we are having a little kiss on the lips." Zafira suggested.

"Yes! It'd be perfect to show the loving bond between mother and daughter." Brittany agreed enthusiastically and before Cassidy could react, the Hungarian woman was kissing her softly on the lips. The teen was used to the kisses the woman gave her when saying good night, however this one was far more intimate, like the one they had unexpectedly shared on the sofa after the woman had 'nurtured' her with her breast. Cassidy, despite trying to convince herself that it was just motherly affection, couldn't help but consider it her first real kiss, and now she was having her second, again with the beautiful woman who was her adopted mother but this time in front of a photographer taking pictures!

Cassidy found herself returning the kiss, this one feeling even more intimate due to how close their bodies were pressed together, and though startled that Zafira was kissing her open mouthed, she did her best to replicate the action, finding that it came naturally despite her inexperience and lack of technique. The brunette girl guilty found herself becoming aroused, ashamed of her weird response to her new mommy's display of affection, and knew she'd likely be rubbing her pussy about it later. 'Why am I so weird? It must just be because I grew up without motherly affection, so I'm just not used to it and my body doesn't know how to react appropriately.'

As the kiss continued, Zafira tender but firm, Cassidy could hear the clicking of the camera as Brittany took photos. 'What will mom think when she sees these photos!' Cassidy suddenly thought in panic, remembering the stern blonde's warnings about remembering her place in the household. 'But mom did kinda kiss me herself after she scolded me on the stairs... so suppose it must be all right...'

"Perfect, now let's get some more pictures with you two sitting." Brittany called, and Zafira broke the kiss with the teen who, despite her confusion, was a little sad it ended. Cassidy helped Brittany move a chaise longue from the cluttered side of the studio to the white barren 'stage' which Zafira seated herself on. Cassidy went to sit beside the woman, but Brittany stopped her. "Sit on your mommy's lap Cassidy like a good daughter."

"Aren't I a little old for that?" Cassidy said, thinking 18 years old was far past the age for lap sitting, but Zafira disagreed and got the girl to perch on her lap. The teen felt a silly being sat in her adopted mother's lap with Zafira's arm around her waist, though remembered that she always had to hold hands with the woman in public so guessed a little lap sitting wasn't any more embarrassing even if it was being photographed by a professional photographer. 'It does feel kinda comforting...' Cassidy thought as she smiled at the camera, wanting to please her mommy by looking cheerful in the pictures. 'Afterall, if I sat here sulkily it'd make me look even more silly so might as well have fun...'

"Spread your legs a little wider bébi, we're having fun so no need to sit all prim and proper with your knees together!" Zafira told Cassidy who obeyed, but was shocked when the woman reached down, took hold of the skirt of her floral dress and tugged it up.

"Wha...?" Cassidy began to question but Zafira hushed her. "Just for a splash of pink from your pretty thong. It'll make the photos even more fun!"

"Yes, fabulous!" Brittany agreed, snapping more photos of the surprised teen who found her pink thong was suddenly exposed to the camera. 'I guess having another colour might make this more arty...' Cassidy thought doubtfully.

Zafira tugged up the front of her adopted daughter's dress even higher, so the full front of her crotch was revealed to the camera including her lower tummy. "Isn't that higher than necessary if we just want a flash of pink, after you can see my..." Cassidy stuttered as the camera clicked, going to say 'you can see my pubic hair poking out the top' but not wanting to draw attention to the brunette bush protruding out of the top of the little pink thong.