Abby wonders what to do on the first day of summer and while spending a calm day for herself or opening up her business both feel tempting and important she looks down as her little baby boy who is still cast in the shadow of Carmen’s titanic pair of tits even though a woman has a looming pair of enormous tits dangling above him instead of being scared or cautious he is simply annoyed and frustrated. Abby heart aches, thinking what could happen to her poor son in this world, while wishing he could live in a world where he can be so outspoken and brazen with no consequences she knew better. In fact he should know better, she has lost count of how many times one of his sisters, "Aunts" or Abby herself has saved him from being taken away or notice that the pair of comfy panties or soft padded shoes was Vince shaped and formed. After losing Harold to unfortunate circumstances she did not want to lose anyone else especially if she can avoid it.
“Actually guys, I think me and Vince need a mother and son day.”
Hearing this Carmen and Susan look at Abby with the understanding only fellow mothers can, though what they may think she will do differs. They offer to take Holly to help open the Shack and the delightfully spry daughter is all for it. Claire leaves with just a wave to work and after a hectic rush to change Dorothy heads with Harry somewhere on her body to open the comic shop. It all happened so fast that little Vincey was still standing on the table flustered that his mother volunteered him for a “mothers” day.
“Mom what do you mean a day with just you and me, I have big plans today!”
He declared in his usual huff that made Abby cover her mouth to not show her wide grin, she even had to force herself not to take out her phone to take a video of how adorable he is.
“But dear it feels like we never hang out anymore, do you not like your mother anymore?”
Abby asks laying the guilt a little thick, she knows he does not hate her but she also knows this will help make him agree to a little play date. She watches as it works and his serious stiff face softens. With a sigh he says.
“No mom I do not hate you, it’s just I had a big day planned…”
He muttered and the mother sensor went off so she swiftly took a chair near where he was standing on the table, the act was nothing special to Abby but for Vince it was like a earthquake suddenly hit him, her shifting weight sitting so near caused him to tumble forward onto a puddle of sticky maple syrup. She watches as somehow the extremely thick (and sweet!) syrup overpowers him and try as he might, the daring boy just can not get up.
“Come on….GGGHHHHH…let go!”
He mutters under his breath enraged at this, Abby watches with wide adoring eyes taking in the show. Discreetly she was filming this time but come on this one is just simply too cute!
“Uhh dear, do you want mommy to help?”
She asks in a tone she'd hope does not wound his pride, Vince is silent for half a minute simply laying being stuck to the table before responding.
“......I don’t want it but think I need it.”
He admits and with two dainty fingers Abby plucks him up in but a few seconds, his face while covered in sticky sweet syrup was also beet red.
“Well honey since you now need to be washed before heading anywhere, why don’t you tell me just what you plan to do today and why you refused to explain any of this to me or your sisters.”
He did not reply but she felt the small nudge of movement that was his nod.
While she carried him up stairs, fetched him some fresh clothes and prepared a tiny bath for him Vince explains what he is planning today.
“You see mom the world has so many organizations popping up claiming they want to help those affected like me and Harry these days but you know what you don’t see any affected leading this so called good will movements and leagues!”
He rants on as he dries off from his bath, Abby was looking away respectfully but could still hear and could not help but try and correct him.
“Doesn't that Foundation out east have vocal tin-affected voices, it is run by that cute woman and her affective wife?”
To this she hears a mocking scoff as if what she just said was the most naïve thing on the planet.
“Yeah mom, her “wife”, another token affected that is there for good PR and nothing else, used as a lure to get us to trust them!”
Vince said as he dressed in an angry and quick fashion, his face flushed with his quick temper that always leads to trouble.
“So dear, what are you doing today then?”
She asked simply now looking down at him, and in her amusement Vince looks left and right before sharing with her, as if there was a spy in the bathroom.
“So cute!”
She thinks not letting it show, letting him has his moment.
“Well me and some like minded affected I met on the internet are meeting today, to form a league for affected founded by affected!”
He declared proudly and while Abby found this drive admirable she did want to know some things, but this whole idea already raised many red flags for her.
"Oh dear.."
She thinks to herself before asking.
“That sounds great dear and what is your league's mission and goal?”
She asks him wanting to give her son the benefit of the doubt, wanting to see how organized this thing is. He replied swiftly.
“To establish completely equal rights to affected, so we no longer need to be dependent on non-affected and can live free lives of our own.”
"Oh dear.."
Abby thinks again even more worried and saddened, Vince always gave the impression he thought things through and carefully for the most part but this....movement he wants to help start seems like something a child would come up with. After all one of the sad realities that he never could accept is no matter what simply because of the massive size difference tin-affected will always need help.
But she lets him explain more hoping he can sway her and dissuade these dark thoughts.
“Vince what is your organization's plan to do this, how will you gain complete autonomy and function the same way nom-affected can with no help, even the most respected and successful affected need help to get places..your father included."
This stuns him, his eyes widen like he never really put an actual solution to his problem.
“Oh dear..”
Abby says out loud now beyond worried, well as a mother she is at a crossroads here, she can be supportive and encourage Vince’s freedom and see where it goes or she can try and steer him to a better path. A bunch of tin-affected meetings does sound like tons of cute trouble.
Abby decides,
1. Deciding to be kind and respectful but still protective she lets her son go to his little meeting but with her as his chaperone, she can’t wait to see what his friends will look like and have no doubt that they will be fine with him taking his mother along. Maybe she can make some cookies for them.
2.With a dejected sigh she stands firm and denies Vince going to this tiny only meeting, she can only see this going bad but when he retorts back in a major disrespectful way she decided it is time to take the advice she has been given and disciplines him.
3. With a sigh she decides that she will drop him off to this meeting and let him off on his own, she will trust his judgment here no matter how scared she is. This frees up her day and she wanders around looking for something to do.
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