Epilogue: Meeting The Parents

Lois Lane smoothed the pattern dress she wore. It would work fine as long as she didn't get a hard-on.

"Nervous?" Maria said as she rang the doorbell.

"A little," Lois admitted. "I guess I just never expected to be meeting my fiance's parents."

"Mama and papa have been dying to meet you ever since I told them I was pregnant!" The young woman said.

"So, all of a week then." Lois said, eyeing the door. There were noises behind it, heavy footsteps coming forward.

"Six weeks. I only took the test last week, but I was pretty sure I was knocked up the day we met."

Lois turned to her. "Wait, so you've been telling them for six weeks...but I only proposed to you yester—"

The door opened. A woman stood there, only five or six years older than Lois herself, barely contained by the tightest red dress the dickgirl reporter had ever seen. Maria favored her mother greatly...but the older Mrs. Cruz had wider hips, a drooping ass made for hotdogging, and heavy breasts that jutted out in front of her like a shelf. Her plump lips had a definite pout, the kind that Lois Lane always associated with cocksucking. The deep brown eyes, heavily made up and with only the hint of crow's feet, were filled with something between outright hatred and disdain.

The reporter grinned in fevered dismay as she felt her erection, instant and erect. She thrust her hand forward, stopping just short of sliding it into the older woman's cleavage.

"Mrs. Cruz! Hi! I'm Lois!" The reporter said desperately.

The older woman sniffed. "So you're the one who took my baby's innocence."

Lois blinked. "It was kind of mutual?"

"Babygirl!" A man's voice said from behind the walking wetdream that was Lois Lane's future MILF-in-law. "Mama, let them in."

So Lois was ushered, however begrudgingly, into the household. The father was one of those small, wiry men that was all tanned skin, corded muscle, and grey mustache. He was an avid newspaper reader and liked her immediately. They sat in the living room, Mr. and Mrs. Cruz fussing over drinks, Maria's pregnancy...their daughter's tastefully edited version of how and where that they had met...

"A real man would make an honest woman out of our Maria," Mrs. Cruz said, acidly, after she knocked back half of a Long Island iced tea.

"Actually, we do have another little announcement," Lois said weakly. Keeping her legs together and her hands in her lap, she could just about cover the bulge of her dick. Maria held out her hand to show the ring.

Papa Cruz was ecstatic over that. Mama Cruz finished her drink and returned to the bar for a refill. Lois let Maria talk, chiming in to add detail every now and again. Watching the sway of the older woman's ass out of the corner of her eye. When she couldn't stand it anymore, Lois excused herself.

"Bathroom?" She asked.

"Down the hall, last door on the left," Papa said.

Lois slid off the sofa, careful to hide the tent in her dress. Once she was inside the bathroom, she hiked up her dress and freed her raging hard-on. It was bad enough trying to deal with this thing, and the Daily Planet's greatest reporter had taken to masturbating three times a day like a horny teenager just to get through the working day. The advent of Mama Cruz had completely upset the reporter's sexual equilibrium. She needed immediate relief.

"Just need to blow a load," Lois said. She sat on the toilet and began to stroke her cock with both hands, rubbing her palm over the head. "Jerk off real quick, flush the evidence, and go back to make nice with the parents. Not a problem, not a..."

The door opened. Mama Cruz, cheeks flushed, barged in to the bathroom. The older woman's eyes went wide as she stared at the fat erection.

"Mrs. Cruz!" Lois blinked. "It's a...not what you..."

The door shut behind the older woman. Clicked as she locked it.

"Puta," she said, her assets quivering, barely contained in the tight red dress. "You have the temerity to knock up my daughter and now...in my own house...if you think I will ever allow you to join my family, I will...will..."

Lois couldn't take it. Her hand shot up and out, coming up between those fat, dark thighs. Gripped a fistful of hairy, sweaty pussy.

The bitch wasn't even wearing panties.

"Mama, I think we got off on the wrong foot," Lois Lane said with a grin. "Bend over the sink."

The older woman, eyes wide, released herself from the reporter's grip and did as she was told. Lois rose like the ascent of man, her cock standing tall and proud. She hiked up her dress, revealing a massive triangle of dark curls and the barest of potbellies—no doubt a legacy of her pregnancy.

Lois positioned herself behind her future MILF-in-law, lined herself up, and slid her cock in to the dark lips in one smooth motion.

"Now," she said, as her crotch slammed into that big soft ass, sending a ripple through the fat. "I've fucked your daughter. I'm going to marry your daughter. I love her. And you're not going to give my any more shit about it, okay?"

Without waiting for confirmation, Lois began to pound her cock into her babymama's mama quick and hard. Mama Cruz grabbed onto the sink for dear life as her thighs banged into the countertop. The dickgirl, already driven to the edge, reached forward and pulled down her dress to reveal those magnificent heavy tits. Her hands squeezed and mauled the fat sacks, imagining what Maria would look like once the pregnancy did its magic to her own generous bosom. The thought of it made Lois even harder.

Maybe if I'm lucky, Lois thought. She'll want another one right away...

Mama Cruz stifled a moan and shudder as her cunt spasmed on Lois Lane's pumping cock... and then Lois was shuddering, the hot gush of seed exploding into the future grandmother, virile jizz shooting deep inside the older woman's hot hole.

"We good?" Lois panted, when she could speak again, pulling her rapidly-deflating cock out of the MILF's cunt.

"Y-yes," Mama Cruz said, swallowing. "Is...is that what it's like for you and Maria?"

"Every morning, Mama," Lois said as she wiped her dick with a wad of bathroom tissue. "And at least twice at night."

"Dios mia," the woman whispered struggling to stuff her breasts back into her dress. The MILF took a deep breath and straightened up, pulling the dress down over her fat ass. She turned to look at her future daughter-in-law.

"Gloria," she said at last.

"Gloria," Lois flushed the toilet. "Nice to meet you."