"So where you doing part of A Mommy's Job when I saw you" Your eye popped wide open and your motherly sense of propriety kicked in. You think about the wetness on the crotch of your apron and the spoon that was meer inches from your pussy.
You go absolutely red and try to think up an excuse quick. "Why... yes!" You nervously explained "I-I-I was about to clean the dishes and make dinner. Yes thats what I was about to do, I was just going to open a cabinet when you came in my love."
"Wow, So a mommy loves us, cleans for us, and Cooks for us! Thats a really important Job!"
It seems like your daughter's young naiveté saved you from your first impression as a mom being a lewd one.
"Yes, my role is to help and support the father of the house, your daddy, In his important role as the leader of the household. I cook and clean and follow his orders, and love him unconditionally like I love all of you." The heat in your womb flares up again. That's a hot idea.
Your daughter looks up to you with absolute adoration in her puppy dog eyes. Shaking her tail back and forth she says "Mommy can I help"
"Well of course!" you respond, pushing back the heat to the back of your mind. "But you have to answer me this. Does no one do the dishes or clean around here, the place is a pigsty!" You get an eerie flashes back to your own mother saying the same thing to you and your heart leaps in your chest excitedly.
"Cindi does a bit, but shes not very good at it, she's better at barking orders and hitting things." her little ears go a bit limp in shame. I try a little but I'm not very good at it either.."
you sigh a sigh more of amusement than frustration. then you mimic rolling up your sleeve and you clap your paws.
"Well all right then little one, I think its time we get to Work!"
Back before Dustin's new life he use to secretly attend domestic skills and culinary classes and clubs. He would always use the excuse that he just wanted to know how to be self sufficient, but secretly he loved fantasizing about being a nice domestic house wife, doing all the general maintenance necessary to support his imaginary family (and Husband) and provide them with the nostalgic home cooked meals his own mother never seemed to make, but he always saw in old movies and stories.
Now that fantasy was real. You teach Sasha how to hand wash dishes quickly and effectively. Using just the right amount of soup and water to not be wasteful, but also polish each plate to a mirror shine. The two of you joke and talk and you truly love getting to know the little pup you just so recently meet. A pride and joy you never felt before welled up when your little girl learned to use her wrists in the very way you just taught her. "Good, you're an natural, now keep at it while I clean these older dishes, the embedded grime needs some real elbow grease"
As Sash used your old stole to practice the techniques you just showed her over the sink, you passed back and forth in front of the dish washer scrubbing silverware and bowls in record time. You used the distraction to sink back into your fantasy looking at your feminine frame in a window sill. Your busty frame only covered in the most feminine revealing apron there is. Your chest jiggling with every step and your nipples hard as diamonds. Your doggy husky face just screamed 'Mother'. Above all. You are a housewife. Your delicate flower constantly leaked as you paced back and forth, making a quiet squelching noise that could be felt more than heard audibly. you made sure to intentionally spill some water on your front to conceal the growing stain on your crotch. This prolonged charade, that was near exhibitionism, that declared to the whole world that I, Dustin, am a slutty submissive housewife who is getting off to that fact in front of my own daughter, my own flesh and blood. It was a perverted, but somehow also wholesome all at once.
While the weeks worth of dishes took at least an hour to clean, to you it felt no longer than fifteen minutes. You were almost sad when you came down to the last fork and knife.
"Do you know what mom? I think I want to be a mommy like you when I grow up. I see how happy you are when you clean the dishes, and you're nice to talk to. I want my daughter to have a mommy of her own just like you."
All your fears and trepidation about being a mother melted away. What could be more worthwhile than the admiration of your own child? It seemed like all this... mother stuff just came naturally to you.
"Aw, sweetheart you dont know how much that means to me", you begin to tear up. your cold doggy nose even leaks a bit and you have to sniffle it up. You go in for another hug. Her downy fur feeling so warm on your slightly courser course. You give her a wet doggy lick and both your tails wag furiously.
As the two of you rekindle your fledgling bound...