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>Celly: “It looks okay, why are you making that face dear, does it hurt?”
>Aria winces as her heavy tits bounce in the bikini top, sucking in a breath of air.
>AB: “It’s not my tits that hurt, it's my neck.”
>Noticing you walking up, Aria glares at you, her usual way of saying hello.
>Celly: “Language, we don’t use- oh my! How did you get these bruises?!”
>Brushing one of Aria’s long pigtails aside, Celestia reveals the bruising around Aria’s neck, suspiciously shaped like fingers.
>Again, Aria glares past your mother at you pointedly, her eyes saying “this is your fault you bastard” making you feel a little guilty.
>Celly: “Were you fighting again? Was it with Gilda?”
>Celestia’s words were filled with disapproval, but her eyes only had worry and concern in them.
>AB: “Nah, that dumba- d-dummy didn’t do this, this was just… uh, well it wasn’t an accident but it’s fine, don’t worry about it.”
>Celly: “I know you like being a tough girl but those look painful, no wonder you were uncomfortable with your top digging into these, poor thing.”
>Pressing her fingers into the bruises, Celestia makes Aria’s eyes flutter, your cousin biting her lip hard so she didn't let out a moan.
>Squirming a little from the pleasurable pain and kindness she wasn’t used to, Aria tries brushing off your mother again.
>AB: “It’s fine auntie, really! And I don’t mind it all that much. Oh, hey Anon!” Aria says, trying to direct your mother’s kind attention somewhere else.
>Turning, your mother’s eyes light up as she sees you.
>Celly: “Oh! My sunshine you look so handsome!”
>You can’t help but feel proud as your mother closed the distance, you loved being her special boy.
>Having successfully scraped your mother off of her and onto you, Aria slinks away out of the aisle.
“Thanks momma, you look pretty too.”
>Smiling warmly down at you, your mother does a little twirl, showing off her swimsuit happily, her curves stretching the struggling fabric.
>Celly: “It’s not too plain? There was a nice gold one but it really dug into the girls.”
>Hefting her immense bosom for emphasis, your mom let out a disappointed sigh.
“A-Are you sure? I could give you a second opinion.”
>Celestia’s face briefly held a ghost of a smirk for a moment before she put a hand to the side of her face, looking down at you with a pout.
>Celly: “Lulu thinks I need to lose weight, and Chryssy told me to stop stuffing my face with so much cake, what do you think Anon? Have I- have I gotten too fat?”
>It was no secret your mom loved her sweets and as a consequence was a little chunky, but she wasn’t obese or anything like that, her sisters were just being bitches.
“N-No! You’re not fat mom, you’re perfect the way you are, they’re just jealous!”