I wanted to stay mad at Meg longer than I did, but once Ramon started bringing out the food, I quickly forgot about everything except how hungry I was.
'I didn't know food could look this good.'
Once the table was laden with various plates and platters, Ramon took his seat next to Meg, who smiled at him brilliantly. "Everything looks amazing, right, Mom?"
I blinked as Meg suddenly asked for my input, and I jumped to chime in, "Y-yes, everything looks delicious, and I don't even know half of what I'm looking at."
"Well, I wanted to try some new and different things tonight, so over here we have some Baked Salmon Pinwheels with Spinach Feta stuffing, a Winter Green salad with arugula, kale, sliced apples, and some roasted nuts with a citrus vinegrette. Smashed pan-roasted finger-length potatoes seasoned with celery salt, a complementary bottle of Chenin Blanc, and for dessert, Lemon-Berry Pudding Cake Tarts." Ramon recited the four-course meal with the expression of a man taking in the fruitful results of his hard work.
"Y-you made all of this by yourself?" I clarified, in disbelief, "I feel bad now for not bringing anything."
"Well, it is his job," Meg explained with a proud smile as she rubbed Ramon's arm, "I still don't know how he does it, every night."
I blinked as I put two and two together, "You're the chef and owner of this place?"
Ramon dipped his head humbly but couldn't hide his pride as he smiled, "Yes, I am. But we can talk about me later. Please eat."
Ramon then began to serve the table, placing fist-sized swirls of bright orange fish and golden filling with an evenly browned surface.
As much as I tried to fight, my heart couldn't help but speed up as I snuck glances at his handsome and caring eyes. I had spent so long taking care of others that even the slightest bit of attention was making me flustered like an innocent girl.
There was a soft cough as I glanced over to find Meg staring at me with a knowing smile, which quickly wiped away my brewing fantasies.
'Don't give in, Lois, don't let her have the satisfaction.' I let out a slow, steadying breath as I picked up my fork and knife to eat, 'I just need to eat some food, and then make up an excuse to go home early.
Cutting a wedge out of the colorful pinwheel, placed the bite in my mouth and immediately froze. The savory feta and spinach filling melted on my tongue, perfectly complemented by the sweet smoke of the salmon as I slowly chewed while suppressing a moan of pleasure.
"It's good, isn't it?" Meg asked with an amused grin.
I wanted to glare at her, but Ramon quickly turned to face me, awaiting my verdict, "It's one of the best things I've ever tasted."
Luckily, I wasn't lying, so my words came out sounding genuine, and Ramon smiled, "I'm glad you like my cooking."
"Of course she does, everything you make is delicious... and I mean everything," Meg stared at me as she repeated herself and licked her lips.
My plan to leave early was steadily forgotten with each bite of Ramon's food, but I managed to mostly keep my composure until the tall and handsome chef convinced me to have a glass of wine.
From there, everything went downhill as I lost my sense of time and my inhibitions. Before I realized it, my body was warm with food and wine, and I was supporting myself with one elbow propped up on the table. Luckily, I wasn't the only one who had contributed to emptying two and a half bottles.
"S-so you were an accountant, before you retired and opened this restaurant." I inquired while trying to keep my words as coherent as possible.
"Yep!" Meg enthusiastically answered for Ramon with a tipsy smile across her face, "And now he's making even more money than he was back then! Which is great because he loves to spoil me rotten!"
"Oh, is that right? Is he the one buying you all those skimpy clothes you like?" I asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Of course, but I'm not the only one who enjoys them," Meg grinned as she looked over at Ramon with glistening eyes, "When it's just the two of us, he can barely keep his hands off me. Honestly, I can't tell whether he prefers my ass or tits!"
"Meg!" I shouted chastisingly, which only made her grin, "I know it's so frustrating, right! I keep asking him, but he always gives a cop-out answer, like he doesn't have a preference or he loves every part of me. It's so annoying."
"Well, it's the truth, I do love every part of you," Ramon insisted.
"A bit of advice, Meg, take the compliments while you can get them! Your father hasn't said anything that nice about me in years."
Ramon frowned, "You're not being serious, right?"
I scoffed bitterly and took another sip of wine, "I wish I weren't, but that's just what happens when you get older. Beauty fades."
"Well, if that's true, you must have been the most beautiful woman ever born, if you still look this good," Ramon said sincerely, and I couldn't fight the heavy blush that spread across my face. "Please, enough flattery. You've already made a fantastic first impression."
"Oh, that wasn't flattery," Meg smirked, "Ramon is telling the truth, I mean, you're the reason I have this body that he loves so much."
I couldn't help but bite my lip as I glanced between Ramon and Meg, "You don't actually find an old woman me attractive, do you?"
"I really do, I wish there were a way I could prove it," Ramon sighed disappointedly.
"Of course, there's a way to prove it!" Meg scoffed, "You just need to get a hard-on while looking at her."
"M-meg, that's your mother!" Ramon exclaimed while a faint blush spread across his cheeks.
"So what?" Meg smirked as she suddenly stood up and walked around the table to stand behind me, "Is that gonna stop you from getting turned on when I do...this!"
With one swift yank, Meg pulled down on the top of my dress, exposing my chest that nearly spilled out of my plain tan bra, "Meg!"
I gasped in shock, but instead of trying to preserve my dignity, I quickly looked at Ramon and found his eyes locked on my chest, completely transfixed.
"Shit, I never knew your tits were that big, mom," Meg muttered, snapping me out of my trance as I quickly moved to cover myself back up, "M-meg w-what has gotten into you!"
"Well, I had to prove that Ramon wasn't a liar," Meg replied with a smirk as she walked back over and stood next to Ramon, "Well, come on, I didn't do all of that for nothing."
Ramon sighed, but he still stood up, and though it was shameful to admit, my eyes immediately went down to stare at his crotch.
"See, now we know he was telling the truth," Meg said into the silence. Ramon seemed too embarrassed to say anything; meanwhile, I was too focused on the massive imprint pressing against his pants.
I couldn't help but bite my lip, 'No matter how many times I see it, I can't help but stare.'
"Mhh," Meg moaned as she sank to her knees in front of Ramon and reached up to trail her hands over the bulge in his pants, "I was gonna save this for later tonight, but I guess now is as good as ever."
My eyes widened as I watched Meg's fingers start to undo Ramon's belt, "M-Meg, what are you-"
Before I could finish, I gasped reflexively as I suddenly felt a pair of hands squeeze my chest, but when I looked down, I saw nothing.
For a moment, I thought I had imagined it, but then my breasts were squeezed again even harder, and I could help but let out a muffled moan of pain as I bit down on my knuckles.
'W-what's happening to me.'
"Are you enjoying yourself, Lois?"
I blinked as a deep, commanding voice spoke, and I looked up to find Ramon staring at me with his dark blue eyes as Meg pulled down his underwear and exposed his throbbing manhood.
"Y-you!" I muttered accusingly even as the invisible hands on my chest started to roam across my body, making me gasp, "I-I knew it!"
"In all honesty, this was Megan's idea." Ramon replied as he reached down and buried his hand in her hair as she started to cover his shaft in kisses, "I was just a much more willing participant than I let on."
"T-that's it, I'm leaving," I stammered and tried to stand up, only for the hands to land on my navel pressing down with just enough pressure to massage my womb, stimulating it and releasing a wave of pleasure that left my legs numb.
"No, I think your going to stay awhile," Ramon muttered as his eyes flashed with a purple light that lured me in like a siren's call.