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Zeke tried to force himself to remember - meet Eunice tomorrow for lunch! Remember dammit!, as he made his way back on the subway to his apartment, but soon enough he found himself distracted by the thoughts floating in nice little clouds above people's heads and occasionally feeling the need to make some discrete alterations. A prim housewife began thinking she might like to try asking her neighbors if they would like fellatio sometime. An attractive girl, well aware of her stunning appearance who had arrived on the train with an unpleasant looking thug initially felt quite smug that the two of them were intimidating the other commuters, but by the time she left, she wanted nothing to do with him and was desperate to score with the nerdiest, spottiest and most awkward geek she could find!

By the time he got home, he put his key in the door and found it already open. Huh? how did that happen? He entered tentatively, in fear of encountering a gang of armed burglars and was further surprised by the aroma of a chicken pot pie. Instantly he felt hungry. Had burglars moved in and were now using his kitchen to create home-made wholesome food? He turned the corner to find the source of this delicious scent. It was Lillian's mom, Lydia.

"Oh, its you", she said sounding unimpressed. "Well, I've straightened up this pigsty as much as I could today, and prepared you something to eat. Goodness knows when you last had a proper cooked meal."

Shit! thought Zeke, embarrassed "Uh, thanks.... mom!"

"I'll have this place in a livable condition by the end of the week. I have no idea how you can live here."

"Thanks mom", repeated Zeke, then in an attempt to regain some sort of control added, "can I shake your tits?"

Lydia sighed and looked much put upon. "If you must!"

Zeke gave her tits the necessary shaking, pulling her around by her nipples, and despite his original reason for doing so, found he was quite enjoying himself. He bounced them up and down alternately, then squished her breasts together before digging his fingers into her soft chest flesh. He looked up at Lydia who's expression seemed to be one of forebearance.

"Uh, thanks Lydia" he said, "oh, and thanks for the pie!" He turned to look at the most appealing dinner he had had for months sitting on the clean worktop.

Lydia nodded then turned and headed for the door. "I'll be back tomorrow, same time", she said grumpily.

"Looking forward to it".