Becky's scared

Mama Luv finished toweling off from her shower (which she’d decided to do in the halls between the locker room and her dressing room). She opened her door, finding Becky with her knees pulled up to her chest. She was hugging her legs and looking at nothing in particular, not even when Karen came in.

“Oh. Hello, Becky dear.”
“Hm? Oh, hey.”
“Any reason you’re in my changing room?” Mama asked sweetly.
“Oh. This’ yours? Huh. Must not’ve been paying attention.”
“It’s okay.” Mama started changing, Becky not even commenting or looking at her tits.

“So uh… mom’s here.”
“I see. Is she visiting?”
“Kind of. Seems like she wants to beat me up.”
“You talked back to her, didn’t you?”
“Kind of… she smacked me and challenged me to a match.”
“That’s mom alright.”

“…I think I hate Mom.”
“I see.” Mama finished pulling on a tight t-shirt and some clingy shorts. She didn’t have to say much to get Becky to spill her guts. Maybe the therapist she’d heard joined the league had done her job on her.
“And… and I’m kinda scared.”
“Oh, you don’t get scared,” Mama said, tussling her sister’s hair. “You’re always so brave and energetic.” If that was what you could call screaming insanely at your opponents and attacking them with the slightest provocation.

“I know… but it’s Mom! She always beat us around whenever we tried to wrestle her! Even both of us at once! The woman’s a fuckin’ monster, I tell ya! She’s like some weird, sexy senior thing. I swear, she never ages. Like Wolverine. Remember Wolverine?…” she babbled
“Well I don’t recall us trying within the last ten years or so.”
“…wait, what?”

Mama turned in her wrestling outfit to Becky and kissed her on her forehead. “What do you say to us going out and showing mother how much we’ve grown?”
Becky’s mouth moved noiselessly for a second. “I uh… we… I don’t… I uh, hate you, you know…” she said half-heartedly.
“I love you to, Becky.” She took her hand and led her out of the locker room.