Mom's Visit

"Why are you giggling?" your mother asked her sister later that night. Aunt Les stuck her finger in her mouth, still smiling as she tasted it.

"What is this called again?" she said, giving you a quick glance.

"The cream pie? I don't get it. Why is that so funny?" demanded your mother, turning to you in confusion as your aunt chuckled. You bit your lower lip and pulled the desert towards yourself to finish divvying out the slices.

"I don't know," you lied, plopping a wedge of this rather fluffy white cream pie onto a plate then sliding it towards the giddier sister. "Aunt Les is a weirdo."

"Oh right, I'm the weirdo, Momma's boy," your aunt retorted as she picked up a fork.

"Hey don't tease my baby boy, Leslie," snapped your mother, who grabbed hold of your earlobe and wiggled it affectionately like she always did. You winced and tried to make her let go by sliding a piece of plated pie in front of her. "Thank you, baby boy," she said, without a hint of irony, exchanging your ear for a fork.

"Mom, please," you sighed, finally helping yourself to some desert. You really wished your mother would grow out of her doting whenever she was around. Though she probably couldn't be blamed now that you two had been apart for so long and you admittedly had been a tiny bit of a momma's boy when you were a kid. "Hmm.. coconut?" you wondered, fork in your mouth.

"Yes. Coconut cream pie," revealed your mother, which just earned another a belly laugh from your aunt. It had been like that most of the day, which was actually a pretty pleasant way to spend the day with your family. Your mother had arrived around lunch time, dressed in her comfortable looking flower print sundress and wide brimmed hat, a big case of luggage under one arm. Apparently it was a week long conference she was going to. You all played a bit of catch up over a meal and some drinks, though you and your aunt left out a few minor details... Your mom had also brought dessert, for after dinner, and thus we get to now.

"More wine?" Aunt Les offered her sister, already refilling your mother's glass before she could answer. She knew it was pointless to refuse Leslie and just nodded, licking her fork as she finished her cream. Your aunt eyed her doing this and smiled. "That was a good cream pie, I'll admit that," she said with a smirk. "But maybe you should cut down on the sweet stuff, Fatty Patty." She poked at your mother's stomach and her hand was batted away.

"Excuse me?" your mother said, mock offense in the raised lilt of her voice. "I'm sure your diet hasn't changed much from all that junk you used to eat," said Patricia.

"Oh I'm on a pretty high protein diet now," said Aunt Les, flashing you another knowing look. "Very good for my health in fact."

"Pussy doesn't count, Lesbo Leslie," replied your mother too fast. She caught herself and turned to you guiltily. "Sorry... you weren't meant to hear that." You were diligently working through a tremendous mouthful of pie and just shrugged silently. And it was like that for pretty much the rest of the night too; Your mother and aunt playfully trading jabs at each other while occasionally making you an uncomfortable witness. You didn't mind of course, it was fun and entertaining. You couldn't help notice how similar the two sisters looked under their differing styles. They both had the same almond shaped faces, high cheek bones and full lips, though your mother might have had a slightly smaller nose than your aunt. She also had longer hair, which fell in big loops of curls down to her shoulders. It was was the same colour as your aunt's, though richer and deeper since she didn't do all the hairstyling and dying your aunt usually did. Your aunt was the younger sister but she was slightly taller than your mother. Apart from that it was difficult to tell their body shapes apart, mainly because your mother was fully dressed so you couldn't make a true mental comparison. A big yawn came upon you and you couldn't stifle it in time to hide it from your chatty female relatives.

"I'm sorry are we boring you with our sisterly banter?" said your aunt with a raised eyebrow. You shook your head but had to yawn again. It had been a weirdly draining day having both your aunt and mother to contend with, and it was getting late. You had really only been staying up for one reason. "Alright you can go to bed," said Aunt Leslie, waving you away like a queen who was done with her servant. You stuck your tongue in the inside of your mouth and looked at her.

"Uh... are you sure?" you asked her, feeling another yawn coming. She nodded, knowingly.

"Yes." With that you shrugged and got up from the kitchen counter to head to bed. You supposed that maybe your aunt could last the night without another load? She had taken quite a few over the last couple of days and a big one this morning. It was a little hard to gauge when her withdrawals might kick in but you decided to trust her with her own body just this once with how confident she seemed.

"G'night baby," said your mother sweetly, reaching out for a hug that you had to walk into. You breathed in the flowery and fruit shampoo of her hair again and was then let go. "We won't stay up too late,"promised your mother.

When you sank into the couch, still not bothering to pull it to make the bed, you could hear your mother's tittering laugh as they discussed whatever they were discussing. It was a pleasing sort of background chatter to fall asleep to