Mom 2 - Wherever This Goes...

"Hey." you hear Zoey's raspy voice behind you and with that a hand lands on your shoulder.

"Hey." you greet her back and look up at her. Just as expected, she isn't rocking particularly fancy clothing. Just a sleeveless black hoodie and some cargo pants. Plus, obviously, her cap. While such an outfit will surely cause your mom to raise an eyebrow, it does show off her arms and therefore, mom can gladly take her criticism and shove it.

"Well, hello there!" your mother beams and stands up to properly greet her.

"Oh hi." Zoey replies and shakes her hand. "Ronya, didn't you say we'd be meeting your mom?"

"Hm? What do you mean, that is-" you begin, but then it dawns on you. "Don't you dare make a fucking sister joke."

"Language!" your mom interjects.

"Exactly. Language." Zoey echoes and her grin is unbearable.

"Anyway, I'm Theresa. So glad to meet you!" your mom goes on. "And thanks for the compliment, even though my daughter rudly interrupted it."

"Hah, yeah. Well, I'm Zoey." the 'tranny' introcudes herself and when both of them sit down, she puts an arm around your waist.

"So, Zoey, tell me: when did you start transitioning?" is the first fucking thing your mother asks.

"Tran- huh?"

"The fuck, mom??" you snap, already mortified.

"What? I'm just curious." Theresa defends herself, emphasizing her innocence by putting a hand on her chest. "Is that an offensive thing to ask?"

"Ohh, I see." Zoey chimes in, smirking. "Well, it's a bit insensitive, I guess. But to answer your question: never."

"Never?" the older woman repeats, openly confused. "But Ronny here said you're transgender." she adds, unfortunately using her stupid nickname for you.

"Not quite, but close enough." Zoey tells her, apparently amused by her curiosity. "Let's just say I was born with all I have and all I don't."

"SO ANYWAY." you intervene, accidentally a good bit louder than intended. "Zoey, this is my mother. Mom, Zoey."

"The resemblance is unmistakable." comments the futanari, quite openly checking out your mom.

"Oh, really?" she asks, even though she damn well knows.

"Totally, you got the same..." she starts and for a split second, her eyes linger on Theresa's cleavage. "...eyes. And hair."

Oh, this fucking bitch.

"Why thank you, dear. You're quite a sight yourself." your mom compliments her. "If every girl had arms like these, you could call me a lesbian too!"

Oh, this other bitch.

"Pff, hah!" Zoey laughs and you feel the hand around your waist pull you in a bit tighter. "Thank you, thank you. Doing my best."

"And I, your girlfriend..." you start and then turn to your mom real quick. "...and your daughter..." and now back to Zoey. "...think it's a very good look."

A second of silence follows during which the grin on Zoey's face threatens to reach each of her ears. She is thoroughly enjoying this, no doubt.

"Thanks, babe." she finally says and gives you a peck on the cheek. You really, really hate her sometimes.

"Now, Ronny, you never told me how you two met!" your mom speaks up and leans onto the table, emphasizing an uncomfortable amount of cleavage. Zoey doesn't ogle it too much though because instead, you both look at each other. Well, this is awkward. You damn sure won't tell her truth. 'Oh yeah, I heard her bang a chick on the toilet and the same night, I took her 10-inch beast myself!' - yeah, no. Unfortunately, you struggle to come up with a suitable lie.

"At, uh..."

"A book club." Zoey steps in and from all the things she could've picked, she decided to go with the dumbest. Well, she at least thought of anything at all.

"Book club?" your mother parrots, unfamiliar with your nonexisting passion for literature. "Really?"

"Yes." Zoey again answers for you. "We're really into... books. Pages."

Jesus.

"Is that so? Oh, do tell: what's your favorite?" Theresa is quick to follow up.

"Oh, just, uh, the classics, really." you chime in, trying to sound as convincing as possible.

"Uhuh." your mom hums and the look on her face is making it clear as day she's not buying a single word.

"Yup. All of 'em" Zoey backs you up, equally unconvincing.

"Well, must've been quite the... adventurous selection." Theresa concludes with a smirk on her face. As much as it pains you to admit, she can likely guess that the actual story was a little more X-rated since you're not willing to tell it.

"Oh, totally." Zoey agrees and you're not sure wether she's actually trying to keep up the facade or not. "Lots of wild stuff."

"Hmm, maybe you have some recommendations for me?"

Okay, okay, no. Wherever this is going, this is where it ends.

"SO, ZOEY." you interject, awkwardly loud once again. "You know what you're gonna order? Waitress is gonna be hear any second!"

As a matter of fact, said waitress, actually happens to approach. As she does, however, her eyes widen.

"Oh, uhm, hi, Zoey." she greets her, notably awkward. Oh boy, what's the story behind this again...

"Christin, hey!" the futa cheerfully returns.

"Kristina. Anyway, what, uh, what can I get you?" she somewhat hesitantly asks and puts down your tea and Theresa's cappuccino. Subsequently, Zoey orders a simple coffee and Kristina leaves.

"Oh, you know her too?" your mom wonders and sips her drink. "Do you work here as well?"

"No, no, just... a friend of a friend." Zoey waves her off and you know this look on her face. There's definitely history between these two. God fucking dammit, you really can't take her anywhere.