Peyton brought someone

You enter your office and Peyton's waiting inside, standing by the wall and looking at some of the campaign pictures you had framed. You close the door behind you.

"Hi!" Peyton says excitedly and she hugs you. She looks happy in her sky blue sundress and you can smell her pheromones as she clings on to you.

"Hey! Your pastries are a huge success. The employees love it," you say.

"Good! It's a huge contract your assistant gave us. I mean, I don't even have to open the bakery in the morning anymore."

You're about to say something when you hear a cough behind you, coming from the couch in your office. You turn to see the young woman from yesterday, in a tight t-shirt and ragged jeans. Now that you're seeing the two women at the same time, you realize they look very much alike.

"Oh! This is my daughter, Elisa. Eli, come meet the mayor," Peyton waves her daughter over, who offers you her hand.

You shake it and you can't help but compare the women side by side. Elisa is a splitting image of her mother and they even have their brownish-red hair done the same way and at the same length.

"Can I have my hand back, mister mayor?" Elisa giggles and you realize you've been holding on to it for a while. However, you don't let go as you stare into her green eyes.

"Peyton, your daughter is as beautiful as you. You two look stunning," you say.

Elisa blushes and says nothing, while Peyton leans on your shoulder next to you.

"Isn't she? Unfortunately she has bad taste in men and only seems to date deadbeats like her absent father," Peyton says.

"Mom!"

"It's true. You should date someone smart and successful. Like the mayor here."

Elisa giggles again, still letting you hold on to her hand. "Mom! Aren't you... you know?"

"Oh, no. I mean, we're not dating. We've just had some fun a couple of times."

Even you're blushing right now.

"What do you say, mister mayor? Would you like to go out with my daughter?" Peyton pats you on the shoulder.

You look at her then back to Elisa, then back again, trying to decide how to respond. On one hand, here's a hot woman that you've fucked twice offering her daughter to you. On the other hand, you realize you have an opportunity to score the hottest mother-daughter combo you could have possibly imagined.