A Daughters Best Friend Is Her Mother

The music the DJ was playing was so loud Claire could hardly hear herself think. She stopped dancing and pulled her daughter around so they faced each other.



“THE MUSIC IS REALLY-” She watched Rylee scrunch her face up trying to hear her.



“WHAT MOM? I CAN’T HEAR YOU OVER THE MUSIC.” Rylee yelled back.

Claire found herself grinning and she felt really warm and fuzzy. The music was blasting around her and it was almost violating. She looked at her daughter’s rosey cheeks and flushed neckline.

Maybe it’s time for a break, she thought.

“LET’S GO UPSTAIRS,” she yelled at her daughter. “UP THERE” she pointed.



She got a very sloppy thumbs up from Rylee. What’s wrong with her? Claire wondered. With her arm looped through Rylees, they wove their way through the people, heading up the stairs. Together, they stumbled through a bedroom door and collapsed on the floor entangled in each other’s limbs.



Rylee giggled a little and said “I feel so warm, and all the lights are so fuzzy….”



She reached out her arm like she was going to touch the light in the ceiling.

“Whoaaaaa…” said, sounding amazed. “My hands are… echoing..”



Claire burst into a fit of laughter. “Hands can’t echo sweetpea… they can’t even talk!” for some reason she couldn’t stop laughing.



Rylee giggled some more, “Mom I feel funny… you look funny too.” Rylee scooted up onto her butt, sitting cross legged.



Claire watched her with fascination. It was like seeing a younger version of herself. She felt like she had traveled back in time.

Reaching out she poked Rylee in the forehead to make sure she was real. The implications of her thoughts were mind blowing.



Rylee fell over backwards, her legs still crossed. “Ouch Mom! Why did you poke me?”



“I had to make sure you were real… you’re not me are you?” Claire said, she made a real serious face.



Rylee burst out laughing. She rolled on the floor, laughing hysterically. “O.M.G. mom I can’t believe you just said that.” Her face went pale, and she stopped laughing. “Mom, I just peed myself!” She hissed in a whisper. She sounded embarrassed.



“I think the punch was spiked sweetpea, I think we’re high!” Claire told her daughter between giggles, her head felt light.



Rylee rolled on the floor and rubbed her cheek on the decorative rug. “This carpet is sooo soft mom… you have to feel it… oh my god… it’s amazing.



Claire was having trouble putting her thoughts together. She was both fascinated, watching her younger self roll on the floor, and trying to puzzle out why she felt so weird. She held her hand up to the light, it blurred when she moved it. It looked like she had thousands of hands. Her hands were echoing too, she decided.



“I think it’s ecstasy…” Claire said. She looked down at Rylee, and forgot what she was about to say. “I used to be beautiful like you…” she trailed off.



Rylee lay on the floor on her back. She wore a sexy black dress, it hugged every curve of her body. She wore strappy heels and thigh high stockings. Claire watched as Rylee writhed around on the carpet, rubbing herself all over.



“Mom… I feel so good…. Everything feels so wonderful.” Rylee said as she rubbed her hands all over her body.



Claire noticed the puddle under Rylee. “Rylee you did pee!” She crawled over to her daughter afraid if she stood up the floor would fall and leave her hanging in space. “Come here sweetpea, mommas got you.”



With some effort Claire got a hold of Rylees wrists and rolled her towards her. The back of Rylee’s black dress had a large wet spot. She pulled Rylee into a sitting position.



Rylee stared at her mom. “I understand now… ” she said. “It’s like traveling to the future!” Rylee reached out and placed her wet hand on her mothers face. “Hello future me!” She burst out giggling again and fell into her mother.



Claire burst out laughing as well, and attempted to stand up. The floor wobbled, synchronous with the music below. With some willpower, she focused on the floor, and willed it to stop moving.



Moving her daughter took a massive amount of effort. Rylee only weighed 110lbs, but Claire didn’t weigh much more herself.