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.”