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When Good Housewives Go Bad Again

“Ah, what a perfect day!”

Peter, Lois, Chris, Stewie & Brian are currently relaxing under a large, shady tree in the middle of Quahog Park. It’s been a fun-filled day for the Griffin family, as they’ve just about wrapped up their sixth annual ‘Griffin Gang Get Together’. They took part in many activities like boat racing on the pond, having a picnic, flying kites, and initiating street justice to a nearby slum neighborhood that was filled with Drug Dealers. Now, they’re just relaxing and enjoying peaceful time. That is, until Brian feels a drop of water on his nose.

“Uh-oh.” He looks up to the sky and notices a swarm of dark clouds circling the area. “Looks like rain’s coming.”

“You’re right, Brian.” Lois agrees, feeling a drop on her shoulder. “Come on guys, let’s get into the car and head home.”

The family picks themselves up and quickly head towards their red station wagon. Piling in, Peter stomps on the gas and the wagon peels off. “Peter, wait.” Lois says. “I’m getting the feeling that we forgot something back there.”

“Eh, we’ll come back and check the Park Lost & Found next week.” Peter replies, as the zoom off down the road. Back at the park though, something isn’t forgotten, it’s someone. As the rain starts to trickle down faster, Meg shows back up at their camp site carrying 5 ice cream cones.

“Hey guys, I’m back.” She says. “Looks like it’s starting to rain. Maybe we should head home. Dad, I couldn’t find the Cookie Dough flavor, so I got you Rocky…”

She stops herself when she notices there’s no one around. Looking off towards the parking lot, she sees the family station wagon roaring away at top speed. A moment later, the rain picks up and begins pouring down, with lightning filling the sky and thunder rumbling all around her. Her 5 ice cream cones quickly melt in her hand, but her rage for her family only burns brighter.

“YOU ASSHOLES!!!!” She screams. “YOU FUCKING ASSHOLES! I HATE YOU ALL!!!!!”

She stands there, seething in anger as the rain continues to flood down. Suddenly, a dark shadowy figure carrying a butcher knife appears behind her in the distance. He creeps closer, and closer, and closer until…he taps her on the shoulder. “Excuse me, you wouldn’t happen to know the way to Boston, would you?”

“Huh? Oh. Just take the Interstate over to I-62.” She tells him. “You can’t miss the exit.”

“Thanks a lot.” He says, before creeping back into the darkness.

Later That Day…

Back at home, the Griffin family, minus Meg, sits on and around the couch together and enjoys quality time together around the TV, just as their show comes back from commercials.

“We know return…to Smallville.”

On the TV, there’s only a scene of the actor that plays Clark Kent.

“Yeah. This…this is pretty much it. Nothing interesting. OH! I do use my super-strength. But…that’s like…after I get my ass kicked a lot. So…OH! Lex Luthor’s in the show…but, he’s kinda whiny…and doesn’t look menacing…and…”

THOOM!!!

Everyone in the room quickly turns towards the front door, which has been kicked off its hinges by a soaking wet Meg. “Oh my god!” Lois says. “That’s who we forgot at the park, MEG!”

“HA-HA! Meg’s all wet!” Chris teases.

“Shut it, lard ass!” Meg barks at him. She then moves towards the stairs, and before ascending them, she points at each person in the room. “I hate you, you, you, and especially YOU!!!” With tears streaming down her face, she scrambles up the stairs and makes a beeline for her room. Running in, she throws herself face down onto her bed and soaks it in tears as she buries her head in her arms.

“Why do I always go through this?” She asks herself between sobs. “Why does my family treat me like this? I wish…I WISH I COULD JUST STOP CARING!!!”

She continues to let her emotional frustrations flow, which lasts nearly a minute before slowing down. She lifts her head up and looks around, before noticing two messages left on her computer screen. Rising from her bed, she walks over to it and sits down, before grabbing her mouse and clicking on her new messages. The first one pops up on the screen and Meg clicks it open, which she quickly regrets.

“LEAVE MEG GRIFFIN ALONE!!!!”

On Meg’s computer screen appears a video of Ned Goldman. He seems to be wearing some sort of eye liner, and is under what looks to be a gold bed sheet. “How dare you say such awful things about my angel! She is the smartest student in her school, and the most beautiful! Her dad is just a fat jerk, and she’s going through some problems. SO LEAVE MEG ALONE!! PLEASE!!!”

Meg quickly moves the arrow on the screen over to the ‘Delete’ option and clicks it rapidly 27 times. Once the video leaves her screen, she clicks on her other message and watches it open. This one is an E-Mail, and she begins to read it. “Are you always let down in your life? Do you always have high expectations only to have them shot down? Do you wish you couldn’t care? Then why not try…Emo.”

There’s a button down below the message that states ‘Try the Emo Way.’ And with the recent event that just occurred, Meg becomes seriously intrigue. So much so that she clicks on the button, and begins to watch a video clip explaining “The Emo Way”.

The Next Morning…

It’s 7:30am Monday Morning, and already the house is buzzing with life. In the kitchen, Lois has sat down her family for a hearty morning breakfast before sending them on their way. Unfortunately, Meg’s not downstairs to join them. “What could be taking Meg so long?” Lois says. “Oh, I hope she’s not still upset over us leaving her yesterday.”

“Of course she’s not.” Peter says confidently. “Traumatizing situations like that roll right off of teenagers. Remember Carrie?”

(Peter remembers a certain clip from ‘Carrie’, where she’s being honored on stage as Prom Queen. But it’s a short-lived moment as a second later, a bucket full of pig’s blood is dumped down onto her from above. There’s a moment of silence as the students on the dance floor watches in shock, before Carrie breaks it by laughing.

“O-HO! You got me! You got me!” She says.

“HA! BURN!” Chris says, running onto the stage beside Carrie and acting like Ashton Kutcher. “We got you! We so totally got you!”

“You did! You did!” Carrie agrees, looking at her blood-soaked hands. “What is this, animal blood?”

“Pig’s blood!’ Chris tells her. “We dumped pig’s blood on you. You got burned!”

“Yeah, I did. I got burned.” Carrie says. “Hey, is this gonna be on TV?”)

“Hey, guys.” Meg says, walking into the room. Everyone is immediately shocked to see the new look she has, which consists of a pair of tight black jeans, an equally tight Linkin Park T-Shirt, a studded belt, and a pair of beat-up sneakers. She’s also wearing eye liner and her hair has been straightened and dyed black. She sits down at the breakfast table right next to her brother, who doesn’t hesitate to make fun of Meg’s new look.

“HA-HA! You look like the kids I see with band-aids on their wrists in the school bathroom!” He says, but Meg gives him no response. She doesn’t even flinch or acknowledge him, something that puts a state of fear in Chris. “Mom, Meg scares me now.”

“Um…that’s a…lovely new look, Meg.” Lois tells her, feeling uneasy about it.

“Whatever.” Meg replies with depression & carelessness in her voice.

“Ooh, love the hair, Meg.” Peter says sarcastically, joining in on the teasing. “Looks like someone forgot the Selsen Blue.”

He begins laughing at his own joke, but Meg just shakes it off. “And it looks like some gelatinous blob of ineptitude forgot to push away from the table.” She replies, referring to Peter’s weight. She’s called her father a fat-ass countless times before, and it’s never affected him. But this time, he’s unable to understand exactly what she called him…and it hurts.

“WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!” He runs away from the kitchen table and out of the kitchen, sobbing loudly over the words spoken about him. Lois and Brian just look on in disbelief, shocked that Meg, usually the victim of verbal abuse, has quickly dispatched with her two biggest threats so easily.

“I’m going to school. See ya.” Meg says solemnly, standing up from the table and making her way to the door. As she passes by, Brian feels goose bumps covering his body, and shivers as if he feels a chill. Meg steps out of the house and closes the door behind her, just as Brian turns to Lois.

“I sense a disturbance in the force.” He tells her.

“Now Brian, calm down.” Lois responds. “Maybe this is just a phase she’s going through. You know, like Peter and his dream to be a Lumberjack.”

(Lois remembers back to when Peter had the obsession. She and him are out in the middle of a heavily wooded area. He’s wearing a flannel shirt, blue jeans, suspenders and boots, while Lois is dressed in a traditional outfit with a bow in her hair. At this moment, Peter is in the middle of a song about just how great Lumberjacks are.

“I cut down trees, I wear high heels
Suspendees and a Bra!
I wish I’d been a girlie
Just like my dear mama!”*

Behind the two are Quagmire, Cleveland, Joe, Brian, Mayor Adam West, Herbert, Newsman Tom Tucker, and the Greased-up Deaf Guy. Each of them is dressed as Canadian Mounties, and all of them are singing chorus.

“He cuts down trees, he wears high heels
Suspenders and a…BRA???”

They quickly become outraged by Peter’s choice of lyrics and storm away angrily, some even shouting curse words at him. As Peter finishes his song solo, Lois breaks into tears.

“You pervert!” She tells him. “And I thought you were so rugged!”

“Oh?” Peter responds. “Well then we are on different wavelengths.”)

“I’m serious, Lois.” Brian says to her. “I think Meg’s finally had enough, and she might do something that’ll change her for life.”

Brian turns and walks out of the room as Lois thinks about what he just told her. “Could…could he be right?” She thinks. “No, of course not. I mean, Meg will still be the little princess I know & love…right?”

She sits up from the table and walks out of the room after Brian, still contemplating the dilemma of her daughter.

Later That Day…

In the halls of James Woods High School, Meg solemnly takes her backpack out of her locker and slings it over her back. The entire school day for her so far has been surprisingly easy, due to most people being deathly afraid to approach her, for fear of becoming like her. Unfortunately, that doesn’t apply to Neil Goldman.

“Hello, Megan.” He says, trying to sound as seductive as possible. “I love the new look. Black is so slimming.”

“Whatever.” She says distantly.

Neil responds with an interested grin. “Ooh, playing hard to get. I love it when you play games.”

“Neil, I’m not playing.” She tells him flatly. “I’m part of the Emo lifestyle now. This prevents me from getting my feelings hurt, because my expectations are always low. Depression is my best friend now, and I’m finding that it’s easy not to care about anything now.”

That last sentence intrigues Neil. “You don’t care, huh? So that would mean you don’t care if I give you a kiss on the lips.”

“Knock yourself out.” She replies.

Neil nearly jumps out of his skin hearing her reply. He’s been waiting for this moment again for a long time. Licking his lips, he leans in towards Meg, puckers his lips and plants one on hers…but something’s wrong. Almost instantly he feels a darkness swarming over him. He breaks the kiss and backs away, but the feeling’s still there.

“No…no, something’s not right.” He says, as grayness covers his lips and starts spreading all over his body. Within seconds, Neil is almost completely gray and falls to the floor. Meg just walks away from him, still unfeeling, as Neil tries desperately to hold on to the little color left on his body…and his life.

“Cold…so cold…”

With those last words, he’s turned fully and lies there nearly lifeless by the lockers. Other students in the hall that have witnessed the scene now hug their wall lockers, trying to stay far away from Meg Griffin. Usually, a moment like this Meg would relish. She’s getting all of the attention, albeit due to fright, and she’s the talk of school. But her new Emo lifestyle keeps her below ground, and she continues onto her next class in a depressed state, as Seamus the Pirate’s voice is overheard…

“And lo, did Megan Griffin continue to spread her venomous Emo lifestyle through James Woods High. Anyone who dared to come in contact with her, or even look at her the wrong way, they were drained of their youthful exuberance, and turned into virtual lifeless husks. The joy from their lives and bodies were sucked dry, leaving them miserable and in a never-ending state of depression. They were left really, really sad I guess…is the Bullet point…I’m trying to establish, in this PowerPoint presentation, you know.”

Later That Day…

Back at the Griffin Home, Peter sits at the kitchen table, still crying his eyes out. Lois has called his friends over to console him, but that has done little to help as they surround him.

“There, there Peter.” Cleveland tells him. “I’m sure Meg’s words had no merit of truth.”

“That’s just it, guys.” Peter replies between sobs. “I have no freaking idea what she said! I haven’t felt this bad since I was in that Mystical Ninja Tournament.”

(Peter remembers back to a time where he was on an ancient island. He’s wearing a typical Karate Gi, with a black headband. There are a host of mystical warriors who surround him as he stands in the middle of a Temple. In front of him lies a solid stalk of bamboo, placed there as part of his next task.

“TEST YOUR MIGHT!!!”

Peter takes in a deep breath, and slowly lets it out similar to a Kung-Fu Master. He then brings his right hand back, and raises it high into the air before bringing it down, intending to chop the bamboo.

“HYYAA…”

The bamboo doesn’t break, and instead Peter drops to the ground, rolling around and holding his hand in pain.

“AAAAAAHHHHH…SSSSSSSSSSSSSSS…AAAAAAHHHHHH…SSSSSSSSSSSS…AAAAAAAHHHHHH…SSSSSSSSSSSSS…AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH…”)

“Come on, Peter.” Cleveland says, helping his friend rise to his feet. “Some time spent at the Drunken Clam is just what you need.”

“Yeah, plus I can fill the Ladies’ Room with more glory holes.” Quagmire adds. “Heh-Heh, Awright!”

As the four turn to the kitchen door to exit, it opens up to reveal Meg, back home from school. “Oh great, the glutinous tub of lard going out for another prescription of hard liquor.” She says flatly.

There’s a moment of silence as Peter takes in the words Meg just spoke to him. Once again, he doesn’t understand them, and once again, they hurt. “WAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!”

He runs out of the house with tears streaming down his face, as his friends follow behind. “Kids can be so cruel.” Cleveland says.

“Now just shake it off, Peter.” Joe adds. “You’re an adult, and I’m sure that…what the?” Joe tries to move his wheelchair, but finds that the club lock has been applied to his wheels. “Oh, come on! Someone forgot to un-club me! THIS IS NOT FUNNY!!! YOU DO NOT TREAT AN OFFICER OF THE LAW LIKE THIS!!! IF I HAD MY BILLYCLUB, I’D KICK YOUR ASS!!!”

Meg solemnly walks out of the Kitchen and into the Living Room, where Lois & Chris are watching TV. Chris notices her walking in and quickly hops off the couch to confront her. “Hey Meg, I had gym class today. Wanna smell my socks?”

Meg says nothing and just stands there, looking at her brother. Slowly, the mischievous joy is sucked out from Chris, and replaced with a fear for his sister. “She’s not human…SHE’S NOT HUMAN!!!”

In fear for his life, Chris flees out the front door just as Brian walks in. As Chris runs off down the street, Meg turns around and heads back into the Kitchen, while Brian walks over to a concerned Lois. “I take it Meg & Chris had their usual sibling argument?”

“You…could say that.” Lois answers.

“Lois, you gotta stop ignoring the signs.” Brian tells her. “Clearly there’s something wrong with Meg, and it might be serious. Look, I want you to take a look at this disc…”

He hops off of the couch and walks over to the TV, before putting the DVD into the player. Closing it, he walks back to the couch and hops back on it as the disc begins. The TV screen shows Tom Tucker & Diane Simmons as the DVD starts off like a normal newscast.

“Hello, I’m Tom Tucker along with Diane Simmons, and this is a TV special to determine if you, or someone you know, may suffer from the epidemic known as…EMO! And if you’ve downloaded this broadcast from the internet, you’re an asshole.”

“Uh, just ignore that part, Lois.” Brian says, as the special continues.

“First, let’s go to our special correspondent Ollie Williams for his opinion on the Emo phenomenon.” Diane says. “Ollie?”

“THEY’RE ALL SAD!!!” Ollie yells.

“Thank you, Ollie.” Tom chimes in, before continuing on. “Here are a few signs to tell if someone you love suffers from…EMO! If your loved one listens to the band ‘Simple Plan’…THEY’RE EMO!!! If they wear tight T-shirt of rock bands that don’t actually rock…THEY’RE EMO!!! If they have a MySpace page…THEY’RE EMO!!! If they…”

“That’s enough, Brian.” Lois says, grabbing the remote and shutting off the DVD. “Meg may have gone through some bad times, but she is not Emo. I have full confidence that whatever this is, it’s not serious.”

At that moment, Meg walks back into the room, carrying a ‘Simple Plan’ CD and wearing a look of misery. “I’m going upstairs to work on my MySpace page.” She says, with a hint of depression so strong in her voice, Lois can’t help but to think Brian’s right.

“OH MY GOD, MY DAUGHTER’S AN EMO!!!”

10 Minutes Later…

“How did this happen?”

Lois sits at the kitchen table extremely distraught. “I tried so hard to keep things like this from happening? I’m…I’m about to lose Meg to that damned cursed lifestyle. I don’t know what to do. What do you recommend Desperate Housewife Eva Longoria?”

And sure enough, the star of ‘Desperate Housewives’ sits at the table besides her, talking on her Cell Phone. “Oh Tony, that is so interesting!” She says, before remembering Lois is there. “I’m sorry, what were you saying?”

“I was asking what do I do about my daughter who’s turning Emo.” Lois repeats.

“Oh, well you’ll have to sleep with her.” Eva says.

Lois eyes widen in shock. “You…you’re crazy. That’s my daughter!”

“Well, if she’s turning Emo, you have to make her feel again.” Eva counters. “And sex is the ultimate feeling. Plus my hubby Tony says it’s a good idea.”

“But, I don’t know…” Lois says, still doubtful, which doesn’t sit right with Eva.

“Are you saying my husband is WRONG?” She yells, standing up to her feet. “Tony Parker is GOD! He is the BEST Point Guard in the NBA and he is NEVER Wrong! How DARE you question him! I SHOULD…oh, wait…”

She calms down and places her Cell back to her ear. “Tony? Oh, I’m back…OH! We should SO vacation in France! I love France!”

With Eva distracted again, Lois slowly creeps out from the table and moves behind her. Once in position, she quickly grabs her chair and smashes it against the back of her neck which KO’s her instantly. Lois then leaves out of the Kitchen to handle Meg, just as Stewie walks in.

“What the deuce?” He says, upon seeing an unconscious Eva. “Ugh. That’s the LAST time I go out clubbing with Justin Timberlake.”

Meanwhile, Upstairs…

In her room, Meg is in the middle of switching clothes. She’s in her panties & a T-shirt, about to put on a pair of even tighter jeans when Lois busts in the room. “Young lady, we need to talk!” She says sternly.

“Figures.” Meg utters, sitting down on her bed as Lois joins her.

“Honey, I know what you’re going through, but you gotta realize Emo is not the way to go.” She tells Meg. “I mean, it starts off simple at first, but then you’ll be slitting your wrists and listening to pathetic rock bands whine about their feelings.”

“Actually, that’s what I was going to do at a party tonight.” Meg says flatly, showing her mother a flyer. Lois reads what’s on the front: ‘Emo Party! Tortured Teens welcome. Eye-liner & nail polish a must. Simple Plan performing! Bring Band-Aids!’

“Well that’s it, young lady!” Lois says. “You’re not going to that party. In fact, you’re not leaving this house until you stop your Emo ways.”

“What’s the point?” Meg asks apathetically. “Half of the people in this town don’t know I exist, I have a father who’s drunk nearly 24/7 and hates my guts, and a nerd who’s stalking me. At least when I’m Emo, my expectations stay low, and I don’t end up hurt.”

“But Meg, there are so many benefits to using your emotions.” Lois counters. “Happiness, Joy, Love…especially love! Remember what I told you about sex, honey? How it’s the bee’s knees?”

“I lost my virginity to Jimmy Fallon.” Meg responds.

“Now we all know Jimmy Fallon doesn’t count.” Lois tells her.

“Sex is overrated, anyway.” Meg says. “The joy of it is just an allusion.”

And with that statement comes the last straw. “Well, I see I’ll have to take things to the next level.” Lois says, standing up. She starts unbuckling her pants and lets them drop to the floor, revealing a black lace thong and surprising her daughter.

“Mom, what are you doing?” Meg asks, a hint of shock in her voice.

“Saving you from making the biggest mistake of your life, the only way I can.” Lois answers. She steps out of her pants and, in the blink of an eye, tackles Meg to the bed, landing on top of her. Immediately Lois wraps her mouth around her daughter’s, shocking her with a wet & passionate kiss. She lies on top of Meg, pinning her down and not giving her a chance to pull away, but Meg still tries to pull away. That is until, Lois’ tongue comes into play. She injects it into Meg’s mouth, and the shock of feeling it freezes Meg in place. She’s never been French-kissed before, and having her first experience with her mother is something straight out of Penthouse Magazine. After a minute, Lois pulls away, leaving a thin line of saliva connecting their mouths, and Meg in a stunned state.

“I’m gonna show you what you can never have when your Emo.” Lois says, sitting up and reaching for the item behind her. She brings it out into the open, revealing that it’s a dual strap-on dildo, one designed to go inside the giver & the recipient.

“Mom…you can’t be serious…” Meg says.

“Dead serious.” Lois replies as she pulls down her lace panties, revealing a round, firm backside. She then inserts her end of the dildo into her snatch as she attaches the strap-on, before turning to Meg. Before Meg can react, Lois pounces onto her again. Reaching down, she grabs the fabric of Meg’s panties and rips it, giving her an open view of Meg’s pussy.

“Mom, you do know what you’re doing can be considered rape?” Meg states, a sense of worry in her voice.

“Honey, what I’m about to do, you’ll be thanking me for later,” Lois responds, “And possibly screaming my name while you’re doing it.” With that said she takes the other end of the strap-on and brings the head gently to Meg’s love lips. She rubs against them gently at first, before pushing it forward and into her daughter. Meg’s face is now mixed with shock and disbelief. Out of everything that’s happened in her short life, with her extremely dysfunctional family, she never imagined that her mother would be screwing her. At least not like this.

“You see, Emo people aren’t allowed to have sex.” Lois says. “All they do is bitch & whine about how their family doesn’t understand them, or how Goth kids get more attention.” Lois starts moving her hips, subtly at first but more than enough for Meg to feel the dildo moving in & out of her. Surprisingly, Meg finds herself splitting her legs more, wanting to be penetrated by its stiffness. She grits her teeth, trying to stifle any sound that desperately wants to come out. She wants to remain Emo, so she won’t have to worry about disappointment again. But she’s losing the fight.

“OOHH!!!”

Lois grins as her daughter moans in pleasure, knowing that she’s starting to break through. “Yeah, it feels good, doesn’t it?” She asks, knowing the answer. “But if you’re Emo, you can’t have big, hard cocks inside of you. So ask yourself, is that worth the sacrifice?” She starts to pick up her pace, moving back & forth while driving the dildo into Meg’s snatch. She grabs hold of Meg’s legs by the back of her knees and holds them up, wanting a clearer path. Meg starts gently biting her index finger, her willpower fading with each thrust made into her. She wants to push her mother off, but pleasure wont’ allow her to move a muscle. She closes her eyes and lets out a few more moans, unable to stop herself. And Lois doesn’t help matters, lifting her shirt and grabbing hold of Meg’s breasts with her left hand as she increases speed.

“That’s it baby, fight it!” She says, willing her daughter to come back to normal. “Screw that Emo crap! Simple Plan is a crappy band!”

Meg is nearly helpless now, as she finds herself not even able to speak without uttering moans or screaming in passion. She’s dripping in sweat, and her beanie has now fallen off of her and onto the side of the bed. Lois shows no signs of giving in, as she continues to pound her daughter’s pussy without remorse, holding her legs in the air for full impact. Meg clenches her bed sheets tightly and tries to hold on, tries to keep her mind in an Emo state, but the flood of pleasure almost overloads her, and brings her rocketing to her limit.

“MOM…OH MOM, I’M GONNA CUM!!!” She screams.

“That’s right baby, cum!” Lois tells her. “Don’t hold back, Meg. Let it all out!”

With one last thrust, Lois shoves the dildo deep inside, and causes Meg to hit her climax hard. Her vagina gushes out her juices, as her body trembles in orgasmic pleasure. But Meg is still struggling with feelings of who she is exactly.

“I’m…I’m so confused.” She says. “I don’t know what I want anymore.”

“Her mind is starting to clear, but I have to do more.” Lois thinks. Grabbing her blouse, she rips it open, exposing her round, plump jugs of love, restrained by a black lace bra. She then unhooks the bra and lets them hang free, before leaning in and pressing her mouth to her daughter’s again. This time the kiss leads Lois to roll over in bed, so that Meg’s on top. She breaks the kiss and clenches Meg’s ass with both hands, before looking her in the eyes.

“Meg, only you can fight off the Emo.” She tells her daughter. “You need to ride the dildo. Remember how good sex feels. You can’t have that again if you’re a moody, whiny little loser, so ride my dildo!”

It takes a moment, but Lois finds herself getting through to Meg as she feels her hips slowly moving back & forth. Instinctively, she latches on to her mother’s breasts, which she encourages. “Oh yeah, play with my breasts, Meg.”

Lois starts feeling the dual effect of her strap-on at this point. In this position, her dildo end thrusts into her wet snatch over and over just as much as Meg’s, and it gets her off just as much. Meg bites down gently on her bottom lip, feeling the dildo venture deep into her inner walls. She now has her left hand up fondling her own tits, while her right hand attends to her mother’s. After a minute, Lois starts thrusting upward, moving in sync with her daughter’s hip movements and pounding her deep. She now finds herself drenched in sweat, which rolls off of her skin. Her red hair is a frazzled mess, matching Meg’s, and the room is filled with their moans of passion. Soon, the two find themselves about to climax again, and Meg finds herself renouncing her lifestyle.

“OH GOD, MOM!!!” She screams. “I don’t wanna be Emo!”

“You don’t have to be!” Lois tells her. “Now come with me, baby!”

The two let out dual screams of passion, and hit their limit simultaneously. Their love juices flood out and onto the bed, as Meg falls exhaustedly onto her Lois, who wraps her arms around her. She looks up at Meg and can instantly tell her ‘intervention’ worked, there’s a satisfied grin that covers her face.

“Thanks…mom…” She says, out of breath. “I don’t know…what I…was thinking…”

“Not a…problem, honey.” Lois answer, equally tired. “Now, anytime you’re feeling neglected and the Emo comes back, you just tell me and we’ll handle it, OK?”

“Will do, Mom.” Meg answers with a grin.

After that, no more is said between the two Griffin women, as they continue to lie their, basking in the afterglow of their orgasms. But little do they know, outside of Meg’s window they’ve had an audience of one watching the whole time…Quagmire. Obviously the whole event has given him a raging boner, which is now causing him to lose balance. The ladder he’s on begins to tilt backwards, and Quagmire finds himself plummeting hard to the front lawn. As he lies there with the ladder on top of him, no sound of pain emerges from his lips. Just a wide grin, and one word to describe the even he just witnessed…

“GIGGITY!!!”

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*The Lumberjack Song - Monty Python
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