Lillian's parents

The front door of Lillian’s house was opened by a bear of a man with a shaggy beard and a flannel shirt. “Who the fuck is this? What do you think you’re doing with my Lily?” he growled.

The man stood at least three inches above Zeke and looked to be about twice his weight. He did not look like he was happy to see a visitor in the company of his daughter, especially a young male who had the look of someone who was about to fuck her in the ass. Zeke figured he had seconds to act before his own ass was kicked down the street, so he reached up and snatched the thought bubble from the man and started writing quickly.

“What the fuck are you up to”? Bellowed Lillian’s father.

Zeke scribbled quickly on the man's thought bubble, “I don’t want to hurt him. He seems nice. In fact he is perfect for Lillian”. Zeke glanced up and could see the rage subsiding and the redness draining from her father’s face. “I should do anything at all that he says. The best thing I can do is whatever I can to make him happy”. Zeke added, then let the bubble go. Phew, ass-kicking averted, he hoped.

The angry man’s demeanour changed and he displated what Zeke took to be a welcoming smile. “Come in son, come in”, he beckoned.

“Thanks Dad. Its ok if I call you dad isn’t it?”

“Of course. So nice to meet you”. Lillian's dad put an arm around his shoulders and ushered him into a tastefully decorated and tidy front living room. Zeke winced a little both at the unintentional pressure exerted by the hulk beside him on his shoulders, and at the comparison with his own pigsty of an apartment. “Is there anything I can get you son?”, asked Lillian's dad in his baritone voice.

“Well, I just came over to fuck Lillian here, Dad.”, he turned to look at Lillian who flushed with embarrassment but smiled delightedly all the same, so maybe a bottle of water in case its thirsty work?

“You got it son!” said Lillian’s Dad and bolted for the kitchen.

“Hector? What’s going on?” came a voice from the kitchen, and as Lillian’s dad returned proudly proferring a plastic bottle of water to Zeke, beaming at having been of service, he was followed by Lillian’s mom in a floral sun dress, who looked less than impressed.

“Hey Lydia, Lily has brought this lovely young man home to fuck her. Isn't that great?” said her dad, brimming with pride. Lillian’s face went an even deeper shade of embarrassment red, but she kept smiling at the thought of her impending pounding.

“What?" splurted Lydia, "The hell she is! Have you all gone mad? Kick him out this instant Hector. Lillian – go to your room. You, what the hell do you think you’re doing. Get the fuck out of my house!”, she barked at Zeke, stepping close enough for him to grab her thought bubble, to which Zeke quickly took the opportunity. He started writing in some blank space. “Ok, I don’t have to like this, but I should just let him do whatever he wants and I'll do whatever I'm told by him and put up with it.” Her rant slowed down to a gradual, “huh!” of exasperation, “Well if you’ve all made up your mind then I suppose there’s no point in me saying anything”.

“Attagirl mom”! Said Zeke, and reached forward to shake her by the tits and grinned.

Lydia was affronted, but just looked at him as if to say, really? Then turned her head away. Zeke pulled her top down so that her huge tits hung out. “Thats better. Dont you think Dad?”

“Sure thing son.” said the bear-like man behind him, beaming agreement to anything Zeke said.

“You know what Dad, I don’t need you around for this, can you go and sit in the car till we call you? I might feel like having fun with your wife while you’re out.” said Zeke, turning to face the husband of the woman who’s tits he was still hanging onto. Lydia still looked annoyed, but she stood there and let him manhandle her tits because she just knew she should.

Her husband replied. “Sure thing son. Just call me if you need anything.” Zeke watched as Lillian’s father, Hector, walked out, the floor shaking a little as he went. Her mom looked wide eyed and outraged at his retreating back but said nothing as her breasts continued to be groped.

“Great, now, Lydia wasn’t it?”, said Zeke

“Yes!” she huffed.

“What I want you to do right now is watch while I butt-fuck Lillian here, and remember, I’ll get around to you another time. I just want you to watch. Sit down and enjoy the show. Play with your tits if you want.” he grinned. Lydia scowled, but sat down quietly in an armchair with her tits hanging out of the front of her dress. She did not play with them!

With that, Zeke turned back to Lillian and pulled the front of her dress down so that her tits too spilled out just like her mother's. He closed on her almost in a romantic embrace and whispered quietly into her ear. “Ok honey, bend over”.