Like Mother, Like Daughter

A: Mom, we need to talk.

B: Not now, Claire.

A: It’s not something we can ignore anymore.

B: Whatever it is, it can wait.

A: No. It’s been waiting. That’s the problem.

B: You don’t get to decide that.

B: I’m still your mother.

A: Funny. That’s exactly why we’re having this conversation.

B: You’re pushing too hard.

A: I didn’t start this.

A: You did. That night—

B: Stop.

B: We don’t talk about that.

A: We have to. You touched me first.

B: I was drunk.

A: Bullshit.

A: You knew exactly what you were doing.

B: What do you want from me?

A: Finish what you started.

B: This is wrong.

A: You didn’t think it was wrong when your fingers were inside me.

A: You liked it.

B: We can’t—this can’t happen again.

A: Then why are you wet?

A: Tell me to stop.

B: I can’t.

A: You already did.

A: Just like this.

B: God, Claire—

A: Tell me you don’t want this.

A: Tell me you didn’t dream about it.

B: Fuck you.

A: That’s the idea.

B: You’re fucking relentless,

A: You taught me how.

A: Feel that? You’re dripping.

B: You’re gonna—

A: Yeah,

A: I’m gonna.

A: Now push.

B: Like this?

A: Harder.

B: Jesus Christ—

A: You feel that? How fucking wet we are?

B: I can’t—oh God—

A: Yeah you can,

A: You’re doing it.

B: Fuck me properly then.

A: Like mother, like daughter.