Mom's Tough Love

Dee Williams bursts into the living room, a scrunched-up report card in her fist. Natalie’s lounging on the couch, not even looking up. “Found this in the trash,” Dee snaps. “You’re failing everything.” Natalie shrugs. “Okay…?” Dee’s eyes go wide. “You’re supposed to graduate in eight weeks, kid.” Another shrug. “So?” Natalie scoffs, says school’s pointless anyway. Dee keeps throwing out threats—grounding, taking the phone, no car. Zero reaction. Then she lands the real one: no pussy until the grades improve. That gets the girl’s attention. Almost two months later, Natalie storms in waving a perfect report card, all A’s. She’s grinning ear to ear, pupils blown, practically drooling. “That was some serious motivation,” she purrs, running her fingers up Dee’s thigh. Dee meets her gaze, smirks, already leaning in. “A deal’s a deal,” she says, and their mouths crash together—hot, messy, and overdue. Looks like Dee’s tough love got the job done.