Chatting with Jennifer (Overbearing Mother)

I stepped out of the car and approached, looking at Jennifer. At that moment she looked like any other middle-aged woman, with shoulder-length brown hair, and a bright orange top. She was less curvy than Megan, although she had a similar bust, and both shared blue eyes. Standing next to her was her third husband, Stephen. He was one of those grey-haired mid-life crisis types you'd find yourself behind on your commute as he insists on hogging the road with his bike.

Jennifer did seem to pause upon seeing her daughter in her revealing dress and knee-high leather boots, but she didn't comment. Once we got on the porch, Jennifer gave Megan an overbearing hug.

"Awww... How are you?" She said.

"I'm good Mom."

Stephen then pats me on the shoulder. "How about you champ?"

"I'm good too. Thanks."

"So, shall we get inside?" Jennifer says.

"Sure."

I led everyone inside to the kitchen. Inside, I got a start on making coffees, to which Jennifer said "Way to take the initiative, Mike."

"Thanks."

"Wish the guy who served me at the coffee shop today was as sharp as you."

I tried my best to not roll my eyes. Somehow Jennifer had a way of making everything about her, even something as simple as me making coffee.

"So you two get up to much?"

"Uh, not really... Just hanging out at the park."

A hint of skepticism fills Jennifer's face, but before she could comment on it, Stephen said "It's great to get outdoors, isn't it?"

"Heh, it sure is."

"So how about college? How's that going?" Jennifer asked.

"Uh yeah, pretty good but I broke my laptop."

"Oh no. What happened?"

"Well, basically I dropped it on the road."

"Oh, my poor girl. Are you gonna replace it?"

"We're working on it." Megan seemed to tense up, and I knew why. There's no way in hell she's admitting what she had planned.

"Shouldn't the driver replace it? I mean, you could sue."

"Uhh, I don't know if it'd be worth the time. I mean by the time you hire a lawyer and jump through all the hoops."

Jennifer's face tensed up. "How much did that laptop cost you? Two-thousand."

"Uh, one-thousand. I mean it's a lot but it was an accident."

Finally, Jennifer let out a sigh. "I guess you're right."

Jennifer then starts to rattle off her long list of grievances with the modern world, from bad drivers to biased news media she won't stop watching. Mercifully, nature calls for me, so I retreat to the bathroom to take a leak. Once I came back, I was hit with another barrage of complaints including their druggy neighbors and the numerous incompetent teachers at the high school Jennifer teaches at. Eventually, Stephen managed to get a word in about his last hike, only for it to lead into the disastrous camping trip Jennifer went on with her students.

"Ugh, I swear I caught these two girls snapping nude selfies. Girls these days are out of control." Jennifer muttered.

I turned to Megan, whose cheeks had turned bright red. That's when Stephen said to me "Bet you're not complaining, are ya Mike?"

After wrapping an arm around Megan, I said "Nope. Not at all."

Stephen laughs as Jennifer glares at us. She wasn't going to say it, but I could tell she didn't approve of Megan's outfit. Her little angel was becoming one of those girls she detested so much, and she had no idea I was the main driving **** behind that very change. An awkward silence followed. I had to think of something to say, but Stephen beat me to the punch.

"You know, it's getting near lunchtime."

"You hungry?" Jennifer asked.

"A bit, yeah."

"You guys wanna order in?" Megan said.

Jennifer nodded. "I suppose it saves cooking."

"And dishes." I added, which got a slight chuckle out of Stephen.

I order in some Chinese food, which goes down a treat. So much so that not even Jennifer could find anything to complain about. After the meal, the two decided it was time to go and said their goodbyes, finally leaving us in peace.