Momma's Boy III Flesh No. 713
Towards the end of the feast, when young Toby was getting tired. There was a gravy-boat filled with chocolate sauce leftover but his hands were dirty, so his mother offered to do the honors. Toby sat his dirty hands on his stomach slowly caressing himself whilst his mother tipped the gravy boat slowly into his mouth. He seemed to moan and struggle a little but the two of them had being doing this long enough for Lucy to know that her son didn't want her to stop. In fact she would have kept going if she weren't interrupted by a booming voice at the front door.
“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING TO OUR SON!?”
Scott stood in the doorway for a minute, pale as anything with shock but his whole body clenched in sheer rage. For some reason he was back a good hour earlier from gym than usual. Lucy forgot herself for a moment and split chocolate sauce all down her son before dropping the gravy boat entirely. After a moment Scott stormed over.
“So it was you all along?!” Scott pointed threateningly as he marched, “You're the one who's been ruining our boy?!”
“I.. I…” Lucy was shaking, and entering the fetal position.
“What's the big deal Dad?” Toby smirked, before gathering up a whole heap of chocolate syrup that had spilled onto his chest and messily poured it into his mouth
“DON'T YOU START WITH ME BOY!” Toby's father grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled him out of his seat. He forcefully grabbed his son's belly fat and shook it in the direction of his wife.
“Ow!” Toby winced.
His father ignored him. “Is this what you want Lucy?!!” he was seething with rage now. “You want to have a big fat son who thinks its okay to be lazy and disrespectful?! YOU'RE SICK!!”
Lucy was crying now, too hard for any of her words to come out.
Toby pushed his father away. “Hey! Leave her alone!”
His father lowered his voice but spoke through his teeth with a white-hot rage. “Go… to… your… room.”
Toby obliged his father, he had never seen him so angry. Even with his door closed ad his music turned up he could still here his parents screaming late into the night.

The next morning Lucy did her best not to cry as she explained to her son where they were driving.
“…and so it's probably best if you stay with your aunt Sarah for a while.”
Toby had a somewhat numbed expression as he nibbled on his Snickers bar, “How long do I have to stay at Auntie Sarah's for? When can I come home.”
“Well,” Lucy tried not to let tears well up in her eyes, “it just depends how long it takes me an your father to work out some things. Try not to think about it like that sweetie. Your father and I love you very much and you'll be back home in no times. I just know it!”
They pulled up outside Aunt Sarah's place and waited for a minute. Sarah must've seen them through the blinds because she came bounding out after a moment. Toby hadn't seen Sarah in a while since she and his father didn't get along very well. She looked very similar to his mother, although she was quite plump and the way she dressed and did her hair was almost a little 1950's. As she jogged over she bounced around in her sundress, and she must've been baking because she was wearing an apron.
“It's so good to see you Toby!!” she announced almost a little too enthusiastically before drawing him in for a very constricting hug. When she finally let her nephew go she turned to her sister and her face dropped a little. “Oh Lucy…” she said in a defeated voice.
Lucy touched the little bruise on her cheek defensively, “Oh god it's nothing Sarah. Really, don't worry it's not that bad…”
Sarah looked as though she was going to say something else but instead she swallowed it and gave her sister a brave little smile. “Anyway!” she turned to Toby and the joy returned, “We're going to have a lot of fun you and I!”
His mother turned to him as well with another big smile, “I've told Auntie Sarah that she has to do whatever she can to make your stay enjoyable!” Auntie Sarah had never found a long term partner and had never had kids of her own. It didn't bother her much, but she compensated by spoiling her nieces and nephews rotten. It was something like a 'good cop bad cop' routine; Mom and Dad would say “no” but Auntie usually said “yes”.
“Anyway,” Sarah grabbed her nephew by the hand, “your Mom has to get going now. Why don't you and I head inside and you can help me get the choc chip cookies finished and into the oven? I'll even let you lick the bowl!”
Lucy waved goodbye as the two headed back inside, and even managed to hold back tears until she was in the car again.