"I still can't believe you managed to convince your mother to sit down and have dinner with us, after we caught her being a peeking tom." I muttered in disbelief as I prepared the food for said dinner.
"Well, she's desperate for things to go back to normal, and the shame has to be eating her alive," Megan explained, her scheming smirk across her lips. "I told her that I wanted to clear the air and put an end to all of this foolishness."
"I almost feel bad for your mother," I said, shaking my head. "She never stood a chance with you plotting against her."
Megan rolled her eyes, "Don't act like you're any better than me, you're the one who's going to be bending over a married woman and ruining nearly thirty years of marriage."
"Let's just call it a team effort then," I conceded with a grin as I finished processing the fennel for tonight's meal, while my puppeteer's hands skillfully extracted the meat from a couple of boiled lobsters.
After testing the hands in both the bedroom and the kitchen, I had gone ahead and dumped my remaining points into leveling the hex.
[Hex: Hands of the Puppet Master]
Level: 4 [0/4]
Cost: 2 TP per Cast
Duration: 20 Minutes
Effect: For the duration of the hex, conjure another set of invisible hands controlled by the caster's mind, extending their reach and touch. At the current level, [Hands of the Puppet Master] can lift, push, and/or pull up to 400 kg [882 lbs].
While the upgrade was nice, it did essentially make the Curse of Weightlessness obsolete unless I needed to lift something that weighed a literal ton.
Still, I wasn't too upset, trusting that making things lighter would have some decent applications in the long run.
"And you still remember the plan, right?" Megan asked with a mischievous smile.
"Don't think I could forget it even if I tried," I replied dryly, which only made Megan's smile widen, "Good, then I'm going to get ready. Make sure you come up to get changed once you're done here. I want to make sure my mother can barely stand the sight of you without flooding her panties."
I could only shake my head at Megan's signature vulgarity as she sauntered her way up to the apartment, leaving me to finish cooking for what was sure to be the most awkward dinner in history.
--[Lois]--
Stepping in front of the mirror for what felt like the hundredth time that night, I looked over my outfit in the mirror. Even though there was nothing wrong with the dress, I couldn't help but feel unsatisfied with my look.
I knew my nerves were getting the better of me, but how could they not? I was about to have dinner with my daughter and her boyfriend, who had caught me watching them like some night stalking pervert.
A heavy blush spread across my cheek along with a flash of heat, and I quickly shook my head to move on from the distracting thoughts, 'No! It's not my fault; Meg is the one who sent all those pictures in the first place. She caused this mess. Now we're going to have dinner, clear this mess up, and go back to being a normal functioning family.'
With a final nod to convince myself of that assertion, I grabbed my phone and shoulder bag before making my way out of the house.
I had nearly made it to the door before I heard a condensiding cough, "I didn't realize you were heading out tonight."
I suppressed a groan and instead turned around to face Brian, who was standing in the doorway leading to the kitchen, "Is there a question behind that, or are you just making a statement?"
"Alright then, where are you going?" Brian asked as he crossed his arms.
"To dinner, with Meg and her boyfriend, they invited me over to the restaurant to talk things out," I huffed, and Brian's eyes narrowed in suspicion, "Really? I thought you disapproved of Meg moving in with him."
"I don't, but it seems like she's dead set on being like this, and I don't want to be estranged from my daughter, so I'm willing to make some concessions." I snapped before hefting my bag onto my shoulder to keep it from slipping.
Brian scoffed, "That's weird because just a week ago, I remember that you had a completely different attitude. Now all of a sudden you've had a change of heart."
Now it was my turn to narrow my eyes, "What the hell are you implying, Brian?"
"Fine, want me to spell it out?" Brian replied sarcastically, "I think there's another reason why you've suddenly done a 180, and I don't think this dinner is just a dinner. I mean, does Peter even know that you're going to meet them?"
"No, he doesn't, he's out drinking with his friends as usual, I'll probably be back before he is!" I shouted, reaching the very end of my patience, "And so what? I don't need his permission, and I certainly don't need to wait around and listen to you lecture me like I'm doing something wrong. So, if you'll excuse me."
Without wasting another word, I threw open the door and walked out, making sure to slam it shut behind me.
Getting into the car, I turned over the ignition, letting the engine roar to life as I quickly checked my appearance in the rearview window, making sure my fit of rage hadn't thrown anything out of place.
I then put the car in reverse and backed out of the driveway. But before I drove off, I looked back to find Brian staring at me from the front window, 'Can't believe I'm letting a fucking dog judge me.'
With a final scoff, I drove off, still trying to convince myself that the rest of the night would be a normal affair.
--[Ramon]--
"So, what do we think?" Megan asked as I finished putting on the outfit she had picked out for me.
"Not my usual style, but I have to say it's growing on me," I replied while looking at my reflection in the mirror. I was wearing a blue sweater vest over a dark cream-colored button-up. The look was complemented by a tie tucked around my collar and under the sweater, along with a pair of slacks that matched the shirt, and a set of loafers.
"I'd say it's a success, seeing as I'm fighting off the urge to drag you to the bed," Megan muttered as she bit her lip and looked at me with fuck me eyes.
Not that I could blame her, as I had been doing the same since I had seen her outfit. It was surprisingly modest, at least to Megan's tastes. She wore a blue sundress with frilly hemming, a pair of modest white heels, and a white lace necktie.
Still with Megan's body, she could be wearing a potato sack and still tempt men with just a glance. In this particular instance, Megan's bare legs were shamelessly on display with the dress cutting off just below the swell of her ass.
"Down boy, save it for later." Megan chastised with a knowing grin, "Now let's go downstairs, she should be here any minute."
Megan was right, as less than five minutes later, I finished taking the last of the food out of the oven, and I heard the front door open, "H-hello?"
Grabbing a towel, I wiped off my hands as I stepped out of the kitchen, only to freeze as I looked up and saw who had stepped into the restaurant. In an instant, I realized where Megan had gotten her looks from, as the similarities between her and the woman in front of me were striking.
Her face was almost the same as Megan's, just slightly longer with a pointier nose. She was a redhead as well, making her the third I had come across, though I wasn't complaining about it.
Even though I could guess Megan's mother to be in her late forties, it would have been nearly impossible to tell just by looking at her, with her clear skin and the absence of wrinkles or frown lines.
But the rest of Mrs. Griffin had aged like a fine wine that made my body react in ways I hadn't thought possible.
'If this is what Megan is going to look like in a couple of years, I'm going to be a very happy man.'
Mrs. Griffin had a body that exclusively belonged to mothers, with an impossibly large and full chest that strained against the top of her dress. Then there was her lower half, which was even more eye-catching, with broad hips, massive dimpled thighs, and a wagon of an ass that could be seen from the front from miles away.
"Mrs. Griffin, it's so good to meet you finally," I greeted her with a massive grin as I stepped towards her and opened my arms.
Without waiting for her response, I wrapped her up in a hug and squeezed her soft, plump body.
[Profile: Lois Griffin]
Status
Affection: 10/100
Lust: 80/100
Bond: Stranger
Rank: B
Bio
Personality: Repressed, ???, ???
Kink(s): Voyer, Cheating, ???
Pact: None