Claim the Daughter

"Who else is here? I'm going to have to write on everyone living in my home," you say.

“My husband’s at work,” she replies, and for the first time, you notice the glint of her wedding ring. “He won’t be back until seven. It’s just me and Emma right now.”

"Emma?" you ask leadingly.

"My daughter," she says, answering your question on how the two women are related. She nods toward the yard, where Emma is watching the two of you. She had been sunbathing when you ogled her through the gap in the fence. You and her mother had caused enough of a commotion to get her attention. She had risen to a kneeling position- a compromise between getting up and checking out what the two of you are talking about and staying put. She catches you looking and offers a shy smile.

"What's going on?" Emma called out. You note she's a soprano and wonder what notes she'll hit while orgasming.

“Tell her to come here,” you whisper. “And keep my name hidden for now.”

The MILF—you still don't know her name—twists her wrist, hiding the spot where your name is etched into her skin, pressing it against her hip. With her other hand, she motions for Emma to join you.

“I’m not dressed for this,” Emma protests, her voice carrying a hint of nervousness.

"You're not dressed any more revealingly than anyone at the beach. Just come over."

Reluctantly, Emma stands, her arms crossing over her chest as she walks toward you. Her movements are hesitant, her body language guarded. “Hi,” she says when she reaches you, her voice quiet. “What’s this about?”

You point to the house, where your name is boldly written. “Take a look.”

“You own our house?” Emma asks, her brow furrowing. “Where are we supposed to go?”

“That’s what I was discussing with your mother—sorry, I didn’t catch your name,” you say, turning to the older woman.

"Amanda," she replies, and you turn her name over in your head. Does Amanda suit her? The MILF's notable traits are her bosom and her gorgeous daughter. A name around those two traits would fit her much better than 'Amanda.' Perhaps a name with tit in it- Titania?

Before you can rename Amanda, you need to deal with Emma. “That’s what Amanda and I were talking about. I’ve decided to let your family stay here.”

Emma’s face lights up with relief. “Thank you.”

"There is one thing, though- are you familiar with Chuck E. Cheese?"

"What?"

The confused bewilderment that appears on Emma's face makes you feel embarrassed. You need to find a better way of explaining things. "They have a check-in system where they stamp everyone who wants to enter their establishment. I'm doing something similar. I need to write on your hand, and then you can stay indefinitely."

"So is this a one-time thing or....?" Emma asks while simultaneously extending her hand for you to write on.

Think back and remember how people reacted when you washed your name off the PC. "I'm going to have to write on you daily. That won't be a problem, will it?"

Emma looks at her hand and realizes you own her. "You can write on me whenever you want, Ryan."