Mom at the table, smirking, beckons me to sit
A carafe of wine, a plate of warm cheap brie cheese and crackers
She toasts, “To a grown-up girl!”
A dollop of cheese sensually delivered to her tongue
Licking and sucking her finger, she smiles wistfully
“The taste … younger, carefree days.”
“Cheap brie and some men we’ve known – taste so much alike.”
My face puzzled, finally realizing the meaning, blushes.
“I imagine you’ve inherited my fondness for fellatio.”
“Mom –”
“Hush. It’s a hobby and talent worth having. Dad, some “uncles”, people you’ve met. Private sexual politics. Practice makes perfect.”
