--[Lois]--
"Mhhh," A soft and pleased sigh escaped my lips as I felt myself wake up well rested for the first time in weeks. Sitting up, I stretched and yawned, only to pause as my body ached and groaned at the movement, especially from the waist down. I opened my eyes and frowned, trying to figure out what I had done to wake up so sore, only for my memories of last night to return all at once as I looked around and realized I wasn't in my bedroom.
I quickly scanned the bed only to find that I was alone, though there was a suspicious outline in the center of the bed that stirred up no end of memories from last night.
"No, no, no, this wasn't supposed to happen!" I stressed under my breath as panic set in over what I had just done. Scrambling out of the bed, I paused when I realized I was completely naked besides an oversized shirt that barely covered what I needed to.
For a brief second, I had a flashback to my twenties before I shook free the sense of deja vu and tried to gather myself, 'Get my clothes, find my keys, and get the hell out of here without being caught. Come on, Lois, you've done this a thousand times before!'
However, just as I finished my own pep talk, I heard the door fly open behind me, "Oh, good, you're up, come eat, breakfast is ready."
I turned around to find Meg standing in the doorway, also wearing just a shirt and a pair of panties, and I only knew the latter because her shirt was cut short.
"N-no, I can't stay. This was a mistake. I need to get dressed and get going. I have to check in on Stewie and drive Chriss to school. I wasn't there to wake him up, so he definitely missed the bus-"
"Mom, would you just relax?" Meg crossed her arms with a sigh, "I had everything taken care of."
"How could you possibly-"
"I called Brian last night and told him we all had too much to drink, so you were going to sleep on our couch tonight. Then I asked Patty if she could drive over in the morning and take care of Stewie and drive Chris to school." Meg interrupted my rambling with a roll of her eyes, "Also, even if you wanted to, your clothes are still in the dryer, and Ramon is out getting us the morning-after pill."
I went deathly pale as I remembered that particular detail, though I cleared my head of those thoughts before I could start counting just how many times I had been filled like a Boston cream pie.
"That's very nice of him, but he should have just worn a...wait, did you say us?!"
Meg's sly smile was all the answer I needed, "Well, after seeing how much you enjoyed it, I couldn't help but give it a try myself. Now it might just be my new favorite thing."
My jaw clenched as I fought the urge to lash out at my daughter, but that would have only made me a hypocrite and put us back to square one. So I tried a different tactic.
"Meg, I know it may seem like fun to be so carefree about sex and to wear whatever you want despite what people might say, but you need to understand that there are long-term consequences to this type of lifestyle. One day, you're going to wake up and realize all the guys you've dated are fun for a night, but none of them are worth building a life with. And then, when you try to find a good man with a salary and a house, all they'll see is a dumb bimbo who wasted her life partying."
Meg was silent as I conveyed my deepest regrets, the decisions and mistakes that had ruined my life. I had done everything I could think of to keep Meg away from making the same mistakes I had. Instead, I ended up shoving her right onto the track.
I stared at Meg with a pleading look in my eyes, and she was silent for a long moment before replying with a sigh, "I get why you're concerned, Mom, but you have to understand that I'm not like you."
Before I could get offended, Meg quickly followed up on her words, "I don't dress like that because I don't care, I dress like this because I've never felt more confident in my own body. I used to hate looking at myself in the mirror, but now I love stressing over all the little details and making an outfit come together. And if they tend to be on the more revealing side, what does that matter? People always stared and talked shit about me before, when I just wanted to go about my day. Now I'm gonna make sure that when they talk shit, there's always that little voice in the back of their head whispering about how they wish they could be like me."
At this point, a broad grin had spread across Meg's lips, "And the only reason why any of that's possible is because Ramon showed me that even without revealing my body, I'm worth being loved. He expressed how much he loved seeing me be confident, so when I show off, it's for him and me, not anyone else. As for finding a good man, Ramon is so much better than good. He's damn near perfect!"
I couldn't help but take Meg's word seriously, given how strongly she conveyed it, but still, I couldn't just shake off a lifetime's worth of fears.
"If he's so great, why is he so willing to sleep with other women, and why do you let him?" I stressed.
"Well, the main reason is that Ramon's... appetite is too much for me to handle all by myself, you know, I'm not exaggerating," Meg explained with a sly wink that made my cheeks flush, "I also know that he'll never stop loving me, and between the two of us...it's a real turn on knowing that so many girls want to sleep with him. Besides, plenty of people can have healthy relationships while having sex with others."
"I won't argue with that, but the problem is what if you wanted to sleep with another guy, would Ramon let you?"
Meg scoffed, "What other guys who are 6'4, built like Mr. Olympia, with hair longer than mine, eyes like the ocean, packing a third leg, and can go all night, do you know?"
I had no reply, and a victorious smirk spread across Meg's face, "That's what I thought, now can we please stop arguing and go eat all the delicious food that Ramon made before it goes cold."
"Just one more thing," I insisted, and Meg groaned, "What is it?"
"Why did you do all of this? Why lure me here?" I was still confused as to why things had turned out the way they had.
"Because while you think you deserve to suffer for the stuff you did in the past, I don't," Meg replied as she turned around and started walking towards the kitchen. "We may have had our disagreements, but you're still my mother, and I know you always wanted the best for me. So I decided to give you the same treatment."
I was left in a stunned silence for a long moment before my stomach growled, prompting me to follow Meg into the kitchen for breakfast, 'I can't remember the last time someone made me breakfast.'
--[Ramon]--
"I swear if you're in here for more condoms," Summer muttered as I walked over to the counter.
"No, not condoms, but what are your options for the morning-after pill?" I replied with a shit eating grin that made Summer's eye twitch, "I can't fucking believe you."
I shrugged, "Things got heated in the moment, and I forgot to put one on, what can I say?"
Summer shook her head, "The most frustrating thing about this is that I can't help but feel a bit jealous of whatever bitch you keep having to buy these supplies for. You still haven't hit me up once for a booty call, I should start refusing you service as punishment."
"Come on, don't be like that," I chided as I moved around the counter, trapping Summer as she tried to back away, "That's part of the reason I came here, to make amends."
"Oh really," Summer muttered suspiciously and stopped moving as she hit the wall behind her, "And how do you plan to do that?"
"By offering you a free meal at my restaurant, I promise that you won't regret it," I offered while closing the distance between Summer and me until my body was practically pressed against hers.
Summer looked me up and down, "You own a restaurant?"
"Yep new place in town called Ramon's Grillhouse," I replied and watched as Summer's eyes grew wide before narrowing, "Of course you would name it after yourself."
"So you've heard of it," I inferred while my hand came up to cup the side of Summer's face, and my thumb ran along her bottom lip, "Does that mean I can expect you to come dine with us?"
Instead of responding with words, Summer bit down on my thumb hard before wrapping her lips around my digit and licking it with her tongue, "Mhh, Good girl."