


The Ultimate Woman

by dellagordo



Category: Incest/Taboo
Published: 2009-09-08
Updated: 2009-09-08
Packaged: 2017-05-08 19:19:16
Chapters: 1
Publisher: literotica.com
Story URL: https://www.literotica.com/s/the-ultimate-woman
Author URL:
https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=167578&page=submissions
Summary: Even superheroes have complexes.
Erotica Tags: Big Breasts, Blowjob, Cowgirl, Excessive Cum, Glasses, Mom, Son,
Superhero, Titfuck
Average Rating: 4.7






        The Ultimate Woman


_This is a work of fantasy. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is
purely coincidental, and the actions contained herein should not be
duplicated. All characters are 18 or older. It's all pretend, folks. In fact,
these characters are even more cartoonish than usual. _  
  
*  
  
I am in the monitor womb, poring over law school textbooks and taking notes
when the perimeter alarm alerts me to the arrival of someone or something
outside.  
  
I leave my homework and rush to the main screen. Encircling me are hundreds of
monitors, a kaleidoscope of images that include every major news network,
satellite feeds, and scans from deep space and other dimensions. But it is the
blur of yellow and red on the main screen that draws my attention. My parents
are returning to the Fortress, and they are not moving slowly. Something is
wrong.  
  
It takes me only thirty seconds to maneuver my way from the monitor womb to
the Fortress' front door, an airlock of ultimum metal that is seventeen feet
thick. My father pushes it open one handed, and only he can hear the whisper
as metal glides against metal, so quiet are the hinges.  
  
He is a big man, my father, broad and powerfully built. His short blond hair
is windblown, and his bright blue eyes are narrowed with concern. He holds my
mother in his arms. Here in the entry hall of the Fortress, surrounded by
trophies and monuments to our family's victories, even the Crusader looks
small.  
  
"Good," he says, "you're here."  
  
"What happened?" I hear myself say, even though I should know. I was in the
monitor womb, after all, and I should have been monitoring rather than doing
homework.  
  
"Prison break," the Crusader reports, his words terse. "Dr. Love blindsided
your mother with his Hypno-Beam." Anyone else would think him dispassionate,
but I know my father. I hear the concern in his voice, for his wife and for
the innocents who will suffer while superpowered terrorists are on the loose.  
  
"I'll suit up," I say. I admit only to myself that it is the fact that my
mother has been hurt motivates me more than altruism. My father is a better
man than I.  
  
He smiles thinly, a rare moment of emotion from the man of might. "I
appreciate the thought, but I can handle this. I need to handle this -- and I
need you here. I need you to look after your mother, and keep me updated from
the monitor womb." The smile is gone, replaced by the square-jawed heroic look
he's perfected for the television. "Can I depend on you?"  
  
"Of course," I say without hesitation. He lifts my mother into my arms, and
even as I take her he is blasting off, south, across the plain of Arctic ice
and back to the world in peril.  
  
I look down at my mother. Light as a feather in my arms, her sumptuous body
writhes, her beautiful face contorting and twisting. Whatever Dr. Love did to
her, it has left her senseless and in pain. I cradle my mother and carry her
through the Hall of Victory and up two levels to the infirmary. I lay her down
on one of the beds and cue up a diagnostic kit. As sensors begin to read my
mother's condition, I survey her myself.  
  
She is a tall woman, taller than most men, her body at once toned and well
muscled, lush and curvy. Her long black hair, normally tied back when in
costume, is loose, strands matted to her sweaty brow. Her green, long-lashed
eyes are closed, her full lips parted to reveal gritted teeth. Her cheeks are
flush, and her chest rises and falls heavily as if she is exerting herself
tremendously. And what a chest it is, I can't help noting, even if she is my
mother. She is near fifty years old, a mother of three, and yet time has not
touched her since she was 22 and the accident that made her Ultimate Woman.  
  
The thing is, that ridiculous blue and gold uniform of hers, the one with the
cape, that covers her from throat to toe and yet leaves absolutely nothing to
the imagination, looks like it has actually tightened around her. Every muscle
and projection is outlined by the suit of unstable molecules. Her nipples are
hard nubs in the center of her prodigious breasts, and there is moisture
dampening the crotch of her uniform.  
  
The diagnostic computer confirms what my senses have already told me: my
mother isn't in pain, she's aroused.  
  
I feel blood engorge my cock, unbidden and unwelcomed.  
  
I would have to be dead to not notice how gorgeous is my mother, or how
gorgeous are my genetically perfect sisters. The experiment that transformed
my parents, gave them the ability to fly and ignore environmental extremes, to
lift tanks or shoot lasers from their eyes, modified them, made them
superhumanly attractive as well. Their children inherited their abilities, and
I admit I have used my otherworldly good looks to my advantage on more than
one occasion. A couple thousand occasions, actually, but getting into hot
chicks' panties is easy enough when you're a world famous celebrity and
superhero.  
  
What isn't easy, though, is ignoring the dirty thoughts that my own family
gives me from time to time. Like now.  
  
I realize that my mother's green eyes are open, examining me, and I feel my
face grow red. "Are you okay?" I ask lamely.  
  
She sits up, slow and languorous, emphasizing the swell of her heaving
breasts. "Where is your father?" she asks breathessly, her voice husky and
low. I feel the hairs on the back of my neck prick up. What this woman does to
me. . .  
  
"He's safe," I hear myself say, somehow not stumbling over the words. "He went
after Dr. Love, and wanted me to look after you."  
  
"Typical," she says. I watch, simultaneously stricken with embarrassment and
nearly overcome with lust as she casually cups her right tit and teases the
nipple beneath her uniform with her index finger. "Whenever I need a hard
cock, he's never around."  
  
"Mom," I croak, surprised at her language, at the way she dismisses my father,
the world's hero. I know it's the effect of the Hypno-Beam, but I can't help
being shocked.  
  
"It's true," she says, still massaging her breast, "I can count on one hand
the number of times he's given it to me good and hard since you kids were
born. He's always flying off to save the world or the universe, but he's never
ready to save me." Her eyes are glazed with lust, her voice thick with
passion, and yet she is saying such horrible things.  
  
"Mom," I say ineffectually, "you have to concentrate. You've been hypnotized.
You don't know what you're saying." I swallow, though my throat is dry. "Or
what you're doing."  
  
She smiles then, those full kissable lips quirking up into a radiant grin. She
points lazily with her left hand at my crotch, and I look down in horror at
the tent my cock has made in my shorts. "If I've been hypnotized, what's
gotten into you?" my mother huskily asks.  
  
She slides off the infirmary bed.  
  
"Mom?" I ask hesitatingly.  
  
She unclasps her cape, letting it fall from her shoulders to pool at her feet.
She steps toward me, and I raise my hands ineffectually to block her.
Ineffectually, because she steps into my hands, her heaving tits coming to
rest against my palms like they belong there. I feel the hard nubbins of her
nipples scrape against my skin, while my fingertips graze the soft, pendulous
flesh that lies beneath her thin uniform. Then she is cupping me, pressing her
own palm against the hardness raging between my legs, threatening to burst out
of my shorts. Her slim fingers caress my length, teasing me.  
  
"Who needs your father, though, when I have a nice hard cock right here?" Her
voice is like a whisper. Her eyes are hypnotic, drawing me in. I see my own
lust mirrored in them.  
  
This is wrong. This is a crime. I fight crime. Why can't I stop this?  
  
"Mom," I gasp, trying to form a refusal of this situation in my mind, with my
throat, but my fingers tighten around her breasts, squeezing and cupping them,
as she continues to caress me.  
  
"I need this, baby," Mom says. She is practically seething with lust. "The
Hypno-Beam can't make you do anything you don't want to do, anymore than real
hypnosis can. All the beam does is intensify emotions."  
  
Her breasts leave my hands. She is lowering herself, dropping to her knees. I
cannot believe this is happening, and cannot bring myself to stop it.  
  
"I've seen you looking at me," she continues. Her gloved fingers unclasp my
belt. I hear the clink of the clasp and the slither of leather as she undoes
it. "I've seen you looking at your sisters. Don't try to deny it, son. A
mother always knows. And I have to admit I have. . . looked at you from time
to time, when you haven't noticed me. You're a very desirable young man."  
  
This is wrong. This is wrong. This is wrong.  
  
She pulls my shorts down, and with them my boxers. My raging cock slaps
upward, hitting her on the chin and dragging a trail of weeping precum across
her skin. She smiles again. Wicked. Naughty. Her pink tongue darts out from
between her full lips to lick my juice from her chin.  
  
My mother grips me with her gloved hands. Her gloves are cool. My flesh is
hot. I do not want this, and yet I need it to continue. Her touch is
simultaneously feather light and firm as her hand glides along my length.  
  
"So big," she all but coos. "Tell me, son, could any of those starlets you've
fucked do this?" Her lips touch the sensitive head of my cock and part, and I
am sliding between them, into her hot, moist mouth. Her tongue undulates along
the underside of my cock. I am practically spraying precum at this point,
splattering the inside of her mouth. Her cheeks hollow as she sucks me in. Her
plush lips slide along my cock as she devours me. I feel her throat constrict
around the head of my cock, and still she swallows me. Her nose presses
against my skin, her lips ovalled wide around the base of my cock. I am
completely inside her mouth, throbbing and slick with her saliva and my own
fluids.  
  
My mother can survive unaided on the surface of the moon. She doesn't need to
breathe as she deepthroats me. She's right. None of the starlets I've fucked
could have done this. Most of them couldn't even get the head of my dick past
their lips, though many have tried.  
  
The pleasure is intense. This is wrong. But I don't care.  
  
My cock is aflame. I flex it, trapped within the exquisite prison of her mouth
and throat, spraying precum directly into her gullet. Her tongue caresses the
base of my cock, her saliva drips into my pubic hair, and her throat muscles
tighten around me as she swallows, swallows, swallows, sucking me in.
Conscious thought leaves me. I am as enflamed as she, although it is no Hypno-
Beam that has done this, merely the unbridled passions of my own mother, the
forbidden fantasies of my own sick mind.  
  
She slides back up my cock, sucking and licking, slurping along the length.
Saliva and precum drip from my exposed cock, splattering her uniform. Only the
head of my cock lies between her lips now, and she uses her agile tongue to
scoop precum from my opening, torturing me with pleasure. She hums now, adding
to the sensation. She kisses the head of my cock, then turns her neck and
rains kisses down the slick column of my cock. Mother's lips press against my
balls, her tongue bathes me. She sucks first one testicle and then the next
into her mouth, slurping and moaning all the while. Above her head, my
engorged cock throbs and bucks. Precums practically spurts from it, sliding
down my length, dripping into Mom's hair. She sweeps her hair back in a black
wave, tucking it behind her ear.  
  
Mom releases my balls. Her lips press against the base of my dick, her tongue
lashes out to lick me. She kisses and licks her way back up to the top of my
cock, sucking and slurping away the river of precum I am producing along the
way. She suckles at the sensitive cockhead once more, then swallows me whole,
forcing me into her throat. She hums. Her tongue caresses me. Her saliva
bathes me. Her cheeks hollow as she sucks me in.  
  
My head is reeling. Somewhere in there, I am terrified of what is happening,
what this means, how my father, the world's greatest hero, will react when he
inevitably learns of it. At the same time, this is the culmination of every
dark and forbidden fantasy I have ever had. And it feels so much better than I
ever imagined. I know I will not last much longer. Already I feel the tension
building at the base of my cock. My dick swells, filling mother's mouth.  
  
I look down for the first time, and I see her brilliant green eyes looking up
at me. They crinkle in a smile. She sucks harder.  
  
"Mom," I whine, as my climax builds, "I can't hold back."  
  
This is important. I'm as superhuman as my parents or my sisters. I have to
maintain control at all times, especially during the sex act. All those
starlets and models I've fucked couldn't have handled me cutting loose. I have
to be careful all the time. I've trained myself over the years to be careful,
helped by my parents and my more experienced sisters. I have very fine
control, as any woman I have been with before could gladly tell you.  
  
But this woman has shredded that control. The taboo nature of this act has
stimulated me beyond reason.  
  
"Don't, baby," Mom says, momentarily releasing me from the sweet prison of her
beautiful mouth. "Let it come. I want to taste you."  
  
With those words comes the realization that I don't have to hold back. This
woman is superhuman. She can handle me. I can let go.  
  
Mom plants her lips around the head of my cock once more, letting only the
first few inches of my engorged member into her mouth. Her hand grips me and
strokes me, urging my release. Her other hand gently squeezes my balls. I pass
the point of no return.  
  
With a roar, I unleash my load into my mother's mouth. My cock shudders and
bucks, splattering her tongue and throat with my goo. Jet after jet erupts
from my spurting cock, spraying straight down her throat. Her cheeks bulge,
her nostrils flare, and her eyes widen. Still I cum. Mom adjusts her grip,
pulling me slightly out of her mouth as she swallows. She parts her lips,
showing me the head of my cock as it constricts and sends another voluminous
white rope across her pink tongue. Her hand never stops moving, coaxing every
tremendous spurt, every last precious drop. When her mouth is full, she
directs my erupting cock at her throat and chest. Splatters of white slime
stain her uniform, and a river of cum pours between her huge tits and down her
belly.  
  
At last, I stand spent and shaking, and my cock sends a final white splat onto
Mom's cheek. I lurch backward a step and watch in lustful horror as my mother
carefully swallows the prodigious load I have left in her mouth. As her throat
works, she peels her gloves off. Her tongue darts out to lick the splatter on
her cheek, and then perversely, deliciously, she begins to scoop up the pools
of cum across her heaving breasts with her bare hands and feeds my semen
between her lips.  
  
She stands smoothly. Her cheeks are flushed, her eyes bright, her lips moist
with her fluids and mine. She smiles at me, brilliant and beautiful.  
  
"Mom," say, catching my breath. "I've never cum like that." It's a stupid
thing to say, but it's out of my mouth while the endorphins are still raging
through my system.  
  
"We aren't done yet. In fact, we're just getting started." She reaches behind
her and unzips her uniform. With a shrug that sends her huge tits bouncing,
she gets her shoulders free. Then she turns around. I watch in fascination as
she peels her uniform off her pneumatic form. Her back is smooth and muscled,
half hidden by her long black hair. Even from behind, I can see the full
globes of her breasts as they project outward from her chest.  
  
My heart skips a beat as she slips the bunched up uniform past her waist. She
bends forward, thrusting her rounded backside towards me as her uniform slides
off her form. Her ass is perfectly shaped, like the softest, roundest peach I
have ever seen. She wears a thong, I see, gold in color, practically
disappearing between her perfect cheeks. And then her uniform is peeled off
her long, muscled legs, and she begins to unbuckle her boots.  
  
I've had enough. I step forward, run my hands along her back. Her skin is hot
to the touch, almost feverish. She moans as my fingers graze her, and then
purrs as my cock nudges against her ass. I step closer, and my hardening cock
saws along the cleavage of her cheeks.  
  
Mom lifts up off the ground, levitating, as she kicks off her boots and the
last of her clothes. Her ass pushes against my dick, and a dollop of precum
drips onto the small of her back. "Oh God," she hisses. "Hard again, baby?"
She throws a smoldering look over her shoulder, tossing her midnight hair
back.  
  
My hands find her narrow waist, nearly encircling it, and then slide up her
flanks. She shivers with lust beneath me, breathing heavily. I cup her naked
tits in my hands, feeling their pendulous weight against my fingertips. My
turn to groan. Soft and full, they spill out of my fingers, too much to be
contained by my hands. Her nipples are hard as steel. I give them a pinch.
Mom's breath hitches.  
  
She still looks at me over her shoulder, white teeth pressing into her full
lower lip. "Do you like mommy's titties, baby?" I grunt assent. "I like your
hands on them," she continues. Her hands cover mine, press them into her,
tighten my grip. Her ass butts ups against my throbbing dick. I know where
this is going, or think I do.  
  
Mom slips out of my hold, pirouetting, still hovering. Her breasts heave as
she spins, bouncing happily and saucily. My jaw drops against my will and my
eyes open wide. They are perfect, more perfect than anything I have ever seen.
Or ever expected to see.  
  
Mom's breasts are huge and full; the uniform must be designed to minimize them
somewhat, because as big as they look in the skintight costume, they look even
bigger now, unfettered and revealed to my avid gaze. She has no tanlines. Her
tits are the same warm bronze as the rest of her complexion, without blemish
or stretch marks, tipped by hard dark nipples as wide as silver dollars.
Despite their size and weight, her breasts remain as perky and bouncy as a
teenager's, riding high on her chest. All natural and superhuman, my mother's
breasts create an awesome valley of cleavage as she presses them together. She
is posing for me, teasing me.  
  
I am distantly aware that my cockhead is brushing up against the sodden panel
of her thong panties. Behind it lies her sweet pussy.  
  
She rises slowly in my arms, her huge breasts brushing against my chest. She
grips my collar and casually tears my shirt off my body, revealing my
hairless, muscled body. She runs her fingers across my pecs, caressing my arms
and shoulders. Mom smiles and leans forward, kissing me lightly on the lips.
Then more fiercely, her tongue presses against my own, tasting faintly of my
own jism, and we wrestle briefly. Still she rises. Her tits flow against my
upper chest and throat, their firm softness enveloping me. Her lips leave me,
but her nipples beckon.  
  
I grab both breasts with my hands, pressing them together. My lips and tongue
bathe her nipples and cleavage and the slopes of her breasts. I force my head
into the valley between them. She smells of sweat and sex and a hint of spice.
I drag my tongue along her breastbone.  
  
She glides upward and away. I kiss her abdomen, her flat belly. Her scent
rises up to me, and I see that the thong is gone, torn away by my mother while
I was distracted by her fantastic breasts. My heart skips another beat as her
pussy is revealed to me. A small patch of neatly trimmed black hair crowns her
pubis, and beneath that are her enflamed pussy lips, bright pink and weeping.
The nubbin of her clitoris is clearly visible, shiny with fluid. I lick my
lips.  
  
Mom's muscular thighs come up onto my shoulders and she hooks her knees around
them. Her dainty feet press against my chest. Mom settles down. "Your turn,
baby," she says huskily. "Make mommy happy."  

I can do nothing else. I grip her full, firm ass in my hands and pull her
closer to me. I mimic our earlier kiss, pressing my lips against her pussy,
lightly at first and then more insistently. I let my tongue dart out to caress
her labia. She tastes like the sea, sweetened by honey. I know instantly that
I will never have enough.  
  
My tongue goes deeper, teasing her pink folds, thrusting and undulating
against her weeping flesh. Her fluids bath my tongue and lips and chin. My
nose presses against her pubis. Her scent floods my senses. My head grows
light, though I have no more need to breathe than she does. Mom is shaking and
shuddering above me. Her hands press against the back of my head, pushing me
insistently into her.  
  
I let my lips brush up against her clit. She moans. I lash it with my tongue.
She shudders. "That's good, baby," she gasps. "Very good."  
  
I wrap my lips around her clit and suck and nibble. She cries out, loud enough
to make my eardrums echo. I alternate, using my lips and tongue and teeth to
pleasure her. Her juices inundate me. I shut my autonomic system down,
shortcircuiting my need for oxygen, and go to town. My tongue lashes her
folds, her clit. My lips kiss her, my teeth graze her. Mom cries out again and
again. Her thighs tighten against my head, blocking out her cries. I hear them
as vibrations, as her body shakes and gyrates above me. I feel myself lift up
off the floor as mom pulls me upward. I go with her, still assaulting her
pussy. Her climax continues, her honey flows copiously, and I keep teasing and
pleasuring her, drawing her orgasm out as long as I can.  
  
At last she freezes, shuddering, and releases me. I drop lightly to the
ground, and catch her as she falls into my arms, light as a feather.  
  
Her beautiful breasts heave as she fights to catch her breath, too distracted
by her thundering orgasm to maintain control. "That. . . that was pretty
good," she gasps. She sweeps sweat soaked hair back from her forehead, her
eyes full of lust. Her hands grab my head once more and pull me to her,
kissing me once again. She can't help but taste her fluids, splattered all
over my face. She sucks my tongue into her mouth. Hungry.  
  
Her plush ass is braced across my raging cock. She bounces, teasing me. "Still
excited, baby? So is mommy." She looks around, surveying the infirmary. In our
lust, we've practically laid waste to it, without even noticing.  
  
"This will be a bitch to clean up," Mom notes, frowning slightly.  
  
"I'll get the drones to work on it," I promise. Later, though. I'm not done
with her.  
  
As if sensing my thoughts, Mom contorts attractively in my arms. Her tits
press against my chest. "Mmm. That was a great warm-up, baby. Let's go
somewhere else and finish this up."  
  
"Your place or mine?"  
  
She reaches beneath her, grips my hard cock between her fingers. She presses
me against her plush ass. "Come and get me," she says with a wink. She twists
out of my arms and before I can react, she flies away, out of the infirmary
and down the corridor. I am after her in a flash, flying as fast as I can. Mom
keeps just a few feet ahead of me, but the view is fantastic. She throws me
another one of those over the shoulder looks, and adds in a salacious wink.  
  
It's hard to fly with a hard on.  
  
I pause only briefly to activate the drones, get them working on the
infirmary. My thickness does not flag. I wonder briefly: my mother has always
been mildly empathic, thus her vulnerability to Dr. Love's ray, but we have
always assumed she was a receiver only. What if she is a broadcaster as well?
I dismiss the thought, and hurry after my mother, now my lover.  
  
I race through the fortress to the massive airlock that leads to my parents'
room, and then through the open door. My parents room has two tiers. The first
one is the living space, full of plush couches and tasteful décor, electronic
devices, wet bar, and priceless works of art. A narrow plasteel staircase,
seldom used, leads up to the second level, which overhangs the first, an
ultimum braced plasteel balcony, upon which rests the massive round bed my
parents occasionally use, draped in bright red silks. The far right wall of
the room, slightly convex, is actually a huge screen composed of billions of
tiny crystals. It captures a view of the arctic plain outside the fortress, a
field of shining ice beneath an eternal sun.  
  
I don't see Mom on the first tier, and it doesn't take super-hearing or x-ray
vision to realize where she waits. I flex my legs, not bothering to fly, and
land upon the plasteel ledge above.  
  
My mother smirks at me from the center of her bed, a vision of staggering
beauty lying in a red field. Her dark hair is spread out across the plush
pillow upon which she leans, her magnificent breasts rising and falling
quickly. Her long, muscular legs scissor together. "About time," she breathes
huskily.  
  
I step up on the ultimum frame of the bed and onto the mattress itself, which
gives only a little under my weight. It's made of some weird material that my
father brought back from space, supposedly the most comfortable substance in
the universe. It does feel pretty nice, but I have an inkling that I'll be
feeling something even better in a moment.  
  
I straddle my mother, feet on either side of her waist, my hardened cock
pointing towards her face like a divining rod. She arches an eyebrow. The
smirk widens as a drop of precum leaks from the head of my cock and lands,
sizzling, on her right tit. Mom cups her breasts, teasing her nipples with her
fingertips. One fingertip brushes the drop of precum and brings it between her
full lips.  
  
I bend my knees, bringing my dick level with Mom's breasts. I slide my length
along the canyon formed between them, sawing between their full softness.
Precum squirts onto her collarbone. "There'll be time for titty-fucking
later," Mom says. "I want that fucking cock inside me. Now, son."  
  
I can't keep an insolent grin from my face. I slide my cock down mother's
smooth belly. Her legs spread, and I almost stumble against her hips, but
preternatural agility enables me to recover. Then I am between her flawless
thighs. The plum head of my cock rubs against her steamy furrow. Her juices
stain me, our fluids mixing together for the first time.  
  
I brace my arms and nudge at her with my hips, jabbing her a little with my
cockhead. Her lips part easily. She is so wet. Dripping. Mom moans beneath me,
pushes her tits against my chest. Her nipples scrape against my pecs. Hard,
eager. My heart pounds, and I feel a drop of sweat slide down my brow.  
  
Mom's hips hitch up, her lips nipping at me. Her thighs come up around me, her
calves press into my ass, urging me on. I ease my cock forward. She parts
under my gentle thrust, and I glide inside my mother. Her heat envelops me,
her folds surround me, her flesh sucks me in.  
  
Mom grabs my cheeks and pulls me toward her. Her lips press against mine, her
tongue darts into my mouth and begins to wrestle mine.  
  
I jab my hips forward, and my whole cock slams into Mom's pussy. Deep. Her
heat is incredible. I surge into her again and again, slamming into her,
harder and more roughly than I could with a normal woman, more roughly than I
have ever fucked anyone before. Mom takes everything I give and fucks back
just as hard.  
  
I break our kiss and bury my face between her heaving tanks. I kiss and lick
my way across their expanse, find a nipple and squeeze it between my teeth.
She captures one of my earlobes with her own teeth and wraps her legs around
my waist. Her calves and heels press against my ass. I fuck into her again and
again, driving with all my weight and strength. She gives against me, and it
feels as if I dive deeper with each thrust. My cock swells. I feel the hard
nubbin of her clit drag across the top of my dick as it drills into her. She
is moaning, making sounds that I've never heard from her before, halfway
between words and sobs.  
  
"Fuck me, fuck me, oh god my own son. . . filling me up. . . so good. . . un.
. . uh uH UH. . ."  
  
She trails off into a wail as her body thrashes beneath mine. Her climax
thunders through her. Mom throws her head back, sweat soaked tresses flying,
full lips parted as she gasps for air. Still I ride her, plunging into her,
fueling her orgasm with every slam. Her calves press hard against my ass and
her hands are like claws on my back.  
  
And then, slowly, she subsides. Eyes bright with passion, she looks up at me.
"Pretty good, cowboy," she says with several gasps. "Cowgirl's turn." Her
thighs tighten around my waist and she gives me a throw, rolling us both
bodily over. I lie flat across the bed, rigid cock still grasped within my
mother's steamy pussy. She sits above me, grinning widely, arms braced on my
shoulders.  
  
Her huge tits thrust towards my face, beautiful dark nipples nearly as broad
as my palm and fully erect. I lash one with my tongue, feel her pussy tighten
around me. I add lips, suck her nipple into my mouth, bathing it with my
saliva. Her pussy gushes around my rampant rod.  
  
I feel her hips rise up. My cock slides out of her momentarily, and then she
pushes down, sucking me in once again. My hands find her plush ass, squeeze
those magnificent globes. Mom grinds her pussy against me, fluttering above
me, riding me. I let her go for a little while, enjoying how her breasts
bounce against my face and chest with each thrust, her flawless skin shivering
as she rides me.  
  
"How does mommy feel, baby?" she coos. The slick walls of her vagina constrict
around me. Her inner muscles caress my length.  
  
"Fantastic, Mom," I manage to say. "You feel fucking fantastic."  
  
She grins, and begins to fuck me in earnest. She rides me hard, bouncing up
and down on my rigid pole, driving me deeper and yet deeper into her warm
sucking pussy. My grip on her ass tightens as I slam inside her again and
again. Her heavy tits spring against my face, and with a nudge and a lash of
my tongue, I wedge my entire head between them. I press my lips against her
breastbone as her tits bounce against my ears and cheeks.  
  
My raging cock glides through her succulent folds, inundated with her honey,
which streams from her pussy, coating my cock and balls, staining my pubic
hair. Mom's thighs flex and bunch, her ass pushes against my hands. I slide my
grip up to encircle her impossibly thin waist.  
  
I feel the head of my cock nudge up against something hard yet yielding. Mom's
breath hitches, and she pauses for a moment, my cockhead against. . . Jesus,
that must be her cervix. It gives against my cockhead, the insidious, hungry
invader.  
  
Mom raises her body, just a bit, and my head falls from her cleavage. Her
green eyes bore into mine. Her plush lips are parted, but no sound comes out.
Her face is contorted in a strange mixture of pleasure and pain. I do not
move, do not breathe, momentarily uncertain. Mom grips my shoulders hard and
slowly her mouth closes. Her eyes stay locked on mine as her body shudders
sweetly, shaking deliciously as another orgasm thunders through her amazing
frame.  
  
"Deeper," she gasps, "than anyone before." Her hips move again, and my
cockhead buts against her cervical ring, which begins to part. To open up. To
draw me in. She orgasms again. Sweat pours down her brow, drips from her
breasts onto me. I taste her salt and sweetness, and I feel that familiar ache
within my balls, building and building.  
  
My hands find Mom's ass again, gripping and kneading. She mewls, pressing her
body against mine. I drive my cock into her, the base of my cock mashing her
clit, the head of my cock hammering her cervical ring. My own impending orgasm
builds and builds. I try to stave it off, try to ride it through, but there is
nothing on this earth that could possibly stop me.  
  
I feel the cum churning in my balls, then at the base of my cock, beginning
the journey up my engorged rod. I thrust into Mom with all my might and lust.
My cockhead punches through her cervical ring just as the first explosive jet
of cum erupts from the head of my cock. Mom wails above me, consumed by yet
another orgasm as I empty myself directly into her womb. Surge after surge
explodes from cock, coating my mother's molten interior with an endless stream
of pearly white jism.  
  
I saw my cock into her, thrusting with each eruption of cum. I am mad with
lust, consumed with pleasure. My cockhead tingles, my jabbing rod shudders and
shakes. Still I cum, pumping a gallon of incestuous sperm into my very
birthplace. Mom's orgasm carries on, mirroring my own. Her eyes are slits of
lust. Sweat or tears spatters my face, even as her own fluids bathe my loins
in lustful heat. My cum fills her pussy and begins to leak from between her
lips, soaking my pubic hair, dripping down my contracting balls to stain the
sheets beneath us.  
  
Still shuddering, Mom drags herself deliciously off of me, my cock still
spurting, and as I slip free with a slurping sound, the last few jets of cum
spray upward, painting her belly and the undersides of her heaving tits. The
last one jets across my own belly, my left pec, and ricochets off the pillow
beside my head.  
  
My copious seed begins to leak from Mom's ravaged pussy. She cups a hand
beneath her, catching it before it spills all over us. She collapses beside
me, still shuddering, but still consumed with lust. Her free arm and hand lay
across me, and she dips her head, kissing me on the lips lightly, before
beginning to kiss her way down my chest. Her lips and tongue scoop up the
remnants of my cum, cleaning me. Mom's teeth nip against my flesh. Her tongue
leaves a trail of saliva from my chest to my abdomen. I hear her slurping up
my cum noisily, mewing her appreciation.  
  
Then she finds my semi-hard length, dripping with our combined juices.
Butterfly kisses along its surface, putting steel once again in my rod. She
licks and slurps and sucks, cleaning me thoroughly, urging me back into
another raging erection. She sucks my soaked balls into her mouth, rolling
them around on her tongue. Then, when I am clean and hard and eager for more,
she rises up on her knees.  
  
Her hand still lies between her legs, but only momentarily. With a wicked
smile, she removes her hand. I see her fingers are coated with a slick layer
of my jism and her honey, swirling in an alchemical, heady concoction. I watch
as she raises her hand to her lips, then slowly leans her head back and allows
our fluids to drain from her fingers into her open mouth. Her throat moves as
she swallows, and then when the flood slows to a trickle, she sucks each
finger between her lips and slurps them clean.  
  
I don't know whether to give Dr. Love a medal or crush his skull like a grape,
but he managed to turn my loving mother into the sluttiest, most amazingly
pornographic woman I have ever seen. And for now, she is mine.  
  
Mom licks her lips, swiping one last trail of cum into her mouth.  
  
With a lustful growl, I shift on the bed, throwing her backward. She squeals
and laughs. "Going to fuck mommy again?"  
  
"Damn right." I casually flip her over onto her chest, and she allows me to do
so. I grab her hips and pull her up to me as I rise to my knees. With a
lustful laugh, Mom gets her hands under her and raises up on all fours. I drag
my cock across her plush, curvy ass, nudging each cheek with the tip, then
grip myself and nudge against her open, glistening pussy.  
  
My free hand braces against the small of her back as I slide between her
nether lips again. She is twice as slick, twice as juicy, twice as hot. I flex
my cock, feel her jump a little bit. She throws her hair over her shoulder and
gives me a smoldering look, top teeth biting into her lower lip. Her hips push
back against me as I pierce her pussy, driving into her once again. The taut,
full globes of her ass press and flatten themselves against my rock hard abs.  
  
Mother makes little gasping sounds and wordless cries as I once again plunder
her charms, fucking into her again and again. I'm not as deep as I was in this
new position, but as she arches her back, thrusting her enormous tits out, I
feel myself slip deeper and deeper.  
  
"Such a good boy," she moans, "such a good boy to fuck his mother so hard and
deep. I need this so badly, son. I need you, your beautiful cock, your endless
cum." She releases another loud cry as I jab into her, grazing her g-spot.  
  
"I don't know if I'll ever not need this," she gasps. I know the damning,
unforgiveable answer to that. I need this too, forever and ever.  
  
I slam into her pussy again and again, driving like a hammer, like a pile-
driver. The ultimum frame of the bed beneath us creaks and shakes. The sheets
are stained with sweat and cum, slick beneath us. I lack the self-control to
modulate my breathing or even stop altogether, and each hammering cock blow to
my mother's drenched and scorched pussy elicits a sharp grunt from me. She
answers with a wail of intense pleasure.  
  
And then she's coming again, thrashing beneath me. Her arms, smoothly muscled
and powerful enough to lift an oil tanker, give out beneath her and as her
forehead presses against the bed, her massive tits balloon out beneath her,
pressed into the sheets. Yet her ass rises up against me, still fucking
against me as I drive again and again into her deepest, most secret recesses.  
  
She turns her head, cheek against the bed and turns one lust glazed eye to me.
"I'm going to cum again soon," she manages to gasp. "I want you to cum with
me. I want to feel my son squirting inside his mother. I want to feel you
filling me up. I want to feel-"  
  
She breaks off. Her words, her body, her delicious pussy, have brought me to
the brink once more, and as I grab her hips and slam into her as deep as I
can, I feel the head of my cock expand deep within her and an explosion of cum
rockets from me into her molten core. She explodes with me, shuddering and
crying out. Her pussy clenches and squeezes me erupting dick, coaxing each
tremendous spurt from me. I paint her insides with goo once more, and then
finally pull out, still spraying, sending two arcs of pearlescent jizz across
her arched back, and a third one squirts across her clenching, curving ass.  
  
At last we collapse in a heap. She scrubs herself clean with her hands,
feeding herself my cum yet again. My mother the cum fiend.  
  
She twists around and curls up beside me, eyes still bright with lust. She
strokes my chest with her fingertips, tracing the muscles in my chest and
abdomen, then running them across my arms, and up to my neck. Her fingertips
trace my jawline, my lips, my nose.  
  
"You have the best parts of your father," she says at last. She looks down at
my softened penis and smiles "Well, some parts are better." Her eyes find mine
once again. "And you have my coloring. A perfect distillation of two
genetically perfect beings -- and a hell of a lover."  
  
"Thanks, Mom," I say. I don't know what else to say. "You are the most
beautiful, most insanely sexy, most incredible woman I have ever known. You
really are the Ultimate Woman."  
  
She laughs. "Thanks, baby." She watches me for a long moment, her eyes
inscrutable. Is the Hypno-Beam wearing off? But then she smiles. "I need to
clean up. Then I want some fresh air." Her hand cups my balls and my slickened
member. "And more of this."  
  
"Whatever you want, Mom. I'm yours forever."  
  
She gives me that inscrutable look again, licks her lips, and smiles. "Get
this room cleaned. Take a shower. Meet me at the airlock in twenty." She rises
up off the bed and flies off toward the master bath.  
  
I lay back on my crossed arms, looking up at the ceiling. I bask for a minute
or two in the last few hours, hardly believing that we have done what we have
done. This night I have culminated many long years of forbidden, barely
acknowledged fantasies. And I have also betrayed my father, the greatest hero
this world or any other has ever seen. I should feel worse than I do. But I
don't.  

I rise from the bed, and after keying some drones to clean up the site of our
lovemaking, I go to my own room and take a quick shower, washing sweat and cum
from my body.  
  
I pull one of my old costumes on, the gold and red number I wore through most
of my adolescence, with the big "CK" shield across my chest, then head down to
the airlock that leads out into the arctic plain.  
  
Mom keeps me waiting longer than the twenty minutes she promised, but when she
arrives, sweeping down the hall at a sedate speed several feet above the
floor, she is a vision.  
  
Her makeup is flawless, emphasizing the brilliant green of her eyes, her high
cheekbones, and full lips. She has tucked her long hair beneath a knitted cap,
gold in color with a blue pom, and wrapped a long blue and gold scarf around
her neck. Her slim feet are encased within a pair of blue hiking boots with
gold trim, a "UW" emblazoned on each heel. All part of the winter collection
in her designer label. She wears nothing else. Her bronze, beautiful, lush and
toned body is revealed completely to my heated gaze.  
  
I realize I'm overdressed. She helps me slip out of my uniform, peppering each
revealed body part with little kisses. At last, I am almost completely naked.
"Leave the boots on," she says, giving me a playful slap on my ass.  
  
"As you wish," I say, returning the playful slap. The airlock cycles open,
seventeen feet of ultimum sliding open to reveal the icy tunnel that leads to
the surface, two miles up above us. Despite our resilience, I feel goosebumps
crawl across my exposed flesh as the Arctic air washes over me. I see Mom's
nipples harden and her skin begins to flush. She smiles at me, reaches out to
take my hand, and together we fly up through the tunnel.  
  
The outer door is already open, a circle of golden sunlight that urges us
onward and upward. We burst out onto the Arctic plain, startling a polar bear
that was walking across the ice. The cold air is like a balm against my
overheated skin, and I feel a renewed energy soak into my body from the yellow
sunlight. Mom fairly glows, her flawless skin ruddy from the cold, her perfect
body stretched out, every muscle emphasized as she flies.  
  
We rocket high into the atmosphere. The outer door of the Fortress cycles
closed, becoming all but invisible against the surface of the ice.  
  
Higher and higher we fly into the fierce blue of the sky, Mom leading, until
we rise to the level of the clouds. Then she turns to me and wraps her arms
around me, pressing her plush breasts and smooth belly against me. Our naked
forms embrace, 20,000 feet above sea level. The cold air whistles around us,
and yet she is warm to the touch, firm but yielding. Despite myself, as she
presses against me, I grow hard. My cock rises, nudging against her belly.  
  
Her tits mash against my chest, hard nipples pressing into my flesh. My lips
find hers, and our tongues duel, lashing one another lustfully. My hands roam
across her back, down her flanks, and cup her full, athletic ass. I knead her
flesh. She groans into my mouth, releasing me for a moment. Her hands slide
between us, find my engorged member, and slowly jack me.  
  
I move one of my hands to her pussy, and graze her lips with the length of one
finger. My fingertip caresses the hard nubbin of her clit, peaking out from
beneath its fleshy hood. Mom sucks in a breath. I trace my finger downward,
across he pussy lips, as we drift across the sky. Her hand slowly increases
its speed along my length. She adds a little corkscrew motion, and soon I am
practically spitting precum, slickening her hand. She uses the lubrication,
palming my cockhead, coating her hand, then goes back to jerking my length.  
  
Her pussy lips open up, accepting first one finger and then another. I curve
my fingers, stretching her passage, and am rewarded by a sharp gasp. My thumb
flicks across her clit. Mom's hips begin to move, almost involuntarily,
rocking back and forth.  
  
We drift into a cloud. Crystals of frozen water form across our bodies,
quickly heating to beads of moisture. Mom kisses me again, her hips becoming
as jerky as the hand flying up and down my throbbing rod.  
  
I've had enough. I withdraw my fingers from her pussy. Without releasing our
kiss, Mom guides my weapon to her weeping furrow, and once again the thick
head of my cock parts her lips, and I slide into her. Just halfway. Mom moans,
hitches her hips.  
  
We pass out of the cloud. Water drips from our bodies. I jam myself forward,
spearing Mom deeply. The base of my cock crashes hard against her clit and she
cries out. Her legs wrap around me in mid-air, her calves pressing into my
ass, pressing against me, urging me on. My hands find her ass and I hold her
tight as my cock saws in and out of her hot, clutching pussy.  
  
"Oh baby," she moans, "so good. Hit all the right spots. Fuck mommy, fuck
mommy hard and fast."  
  
I comply, thrusting violently into her. The momentum of my thrusts carry us in
an arc across the sky, into another cloud, this one higher than the first. My
cock saws in and out, in and out, slick with her juices. Her pussy grips me
tight, and my cock makes sick wet noises as it slams into her, drags out, and
slam into her again.  
  
Her arms are wrapped around my shoulders, holding me tight. Her breasts are a
plush, delicious cushion against my chest, contracting and expanding as I
pound my mother across the Arctic sky. I dip my head, breathing in deep the
scent of spice and baby powder from the upper slopes of her breasts. I kiss
her on her collarbone, trail my tongue across the top of her right tit. She
arches her back, pushing her crotch harder against my own while raising her
tits up into my face. I find a nipple with my mouth, lick and nip and suck.
Mom cries out, and I feel her pussy clamp down hard around my cock. No more
sawing outward. But I can jam myself forward, deeper, ever deeper.  
  
The length of my dick caresses her g-spot, while the head nuzzles against her
cervical ring once more. We've twisted in the air, I realize, and she is
riding me again. I jerk my hips, hands kneading her full ass, and she begins
to shake and moan. Her huge tits bounce around, battering my head and
shoulders as her legs tighten around my waist and her pussy grips me, hard,
freezing me in place. Her eyes roll back, and the scarf swings around in the
air.  
  
We're too high up now to say anything, too high up to breathe, but still we
fuck. Mom's orgasm carries her for about thirty lazily flown feet. Her head
falls forward, moist lips parted. She mouths something I cannot hear and looks
deep into my eyes. Her body locked around me, she thrusts her hips onto me,
fucking me, driving my engorged cock deeper once again. The head of my cock
pierces her cervical ring for the second time, and the pressure and heat and
the way her pussy convulses around me is enough. I let myself go, pumping
another incestuous, superheated and powerful spray into her very womb. My cock
bucks and lurches deep within her, unleashing its forbidden load one
agonizingly pleasureable jet after another.  
  
Mom contorts her body, pushing me away. For one horrible moment my jetting
cock is naked, spraying into the sky, and then she seals her lips around the
head. I send another dozen spurts into her mouth, down her throat. She
swallows eagerly, eyes brimming with lust, mouth stretched wide by my
engorged, angry red cockhead.  
  
At last the flood subsides and she releases me from the sweet prison of her
mouth.  
  
I'm still hard. Superhuman endurance -- just one of my many gifts. She laughs
silently in delight.  
  
I see ice forming on our bodies, little crystalline patches, and look up to
see the rim of the sky very close, and beyond it the cold darkness of space. I
point downward, and Mom nods, smiling broadly.  
  
Together, hand in hand, we plummet back down to cloud level. The ice flakes
off and falls away.  
  
Mom laughs again. "This has been an amazing day. Such stamina my lovely son
has. I can hardly believe you're still, y'know, hard."  
  
"I can't help what you do to me, Mom."  
  
She smiles. Inscrutable look returns, but she says, "You do the same thing to
me, baby."  
  
She reaches between us, wrapping her warm hand around my length. "How about
that titty-fuck now? I want to feel you spraying your seed across my body."  
  
Instantly I am even harder. We contort in the air, slowly drifting earthward.
Mom cups her enormous tits, offering them to me. I grip my cock and press it
into her cleavage. Slowly, deliciously, her soft yet firm mammaries envelop
me. My rather large cock practically disappears between them. I thrust into
the channel formed by my mother's magnificent breasts, and the head of my cock
appears at her throat. Precum drips from the head, coating her scarf and the
passage my cock takes between her tits. Mom presses her hands against them,
tightening their grip on my cock.  
  
Her tits are firm, like a teenagers, yet soft like a mother's. Perfect. My
cock plunges between them again and again, riding the slick tunnel of her
cleavage. Mom arches her neck and raises one of her tits, allowing her to drag
her warm pink tongue across a hard dark nipple. She captures it between her
teeth and suckles her own breast as my cock rides between her tits.  
  
"Go ahead and cum whenever you want, baby," Mom says, a little breathlessly.
"Cover me with your seed."  
  
I'm getting there very quickly, urged on by her wicked language and the
intensely pleasurable feelings of fucking her amazing tits. She adjusts the
angle of her neck and the next time my cockhead appears between her breasts,
her pink tongue lashes the head of my cock. Precum sprays across her tongue
and lips. "Cum for me," she repeats.  
  
And that's it. I feel the rising urge. I put my hands over hers on her tits
and really saw myself into her tit tunnel. And then suddenly I'm cumming. A
thick, pearly jet erupts from the head of my cock, arcing over her face to
fall across her cheek, eye, and hat. I pull back, whipping my cock free from
her cleavage, and aim my shuddering prick at her tits. Explosive release
follows explosive release. Heavy viscous ropes of my jism splatter across
Mom's tits, coating her in a thick layer of white. I paint a dozen strokes
across her straining breasts, milking my cock with my hand. The cum splatters
her nipples, the upper slopes of her tits, their full undersides, and slides
across them, dripping into her cleavage, along her sides, down onto her belly.
It pools in her belly button and between her tits. She emphasizes her
cleavage, pressing her tits together with her elbows.  
  
More cum erupts from my tireless cock. I coat the scarf at her throat, spray
her other cheek, her full lips, send a jet to pool in her right eye. I aim my
cock downward, spraying her taut belly, her pubis, the neat thatch of hair at
her crotch, her wet and dripping pussy lips, her muscular and quivering
thighs. Finally I am done. One last splurt across her proud tits. I drag my
cock across the white paint on her chest, coating my cock, and then feed my
semi-hard member to her. Her lips part taking me into her mouth, tasting me,
cleaning me. Her one good eye gives me a wink.  
  
We drop down out of the sky. The wind takes away most of the evidence of our
fucking, but Mom still glistens as we glide into the Fortress through the
airlock.  
  
She takes my hand and leads me back to the bedroom she shares with my father.
"I need another shower," she says, "and I want company this time."  
  
I grin and kiss her full lips, tasting myself and not caring. She pulls her
scarf off, and I pause to scoop up the uniform I left on the floor.  
  
We walk to her room, taking our time. My cock slowly hardens as I watch Mom's
magnificent body navigate through the ultimum corridors of the Fortress. She
cups her huge tits and teases her hardened nipples, giving me a smoldering
look that puts steel in my rod.  
  
But it is not to be. We're halfway to the bedroom when the proximity alerts
signal that my father is on his way home. Mom and I share a shocked, guilty
look, and then she bolts down the corridor at full speed, leaving me standing
there, alone and naked. For a moment I stand there, and then I too run to my
room with best possible haste. I key the drones to get scrubbing the Fortress
double time, and jump in the shower to scrub the scent and feel and taste of
my mother from my body.  
  
***  
  
Days pass.  
  
As soon as I was clean and dressed, I left the Fortress. No word to either of
my parents. I let my mother deal with the situation. Too much of a coward to
face the Crusader now that I've made him a cuckold. I flew south, back to DC,
and busied myself with law school and work. Newsfeed told me that Dr. Love and
his compatriots were back in the clinker, the result of a few hours work for
the Crusader.  
  
I had papers to write, and the Antagonist was loose in the city, threatening
to kill Senator Knight. It took me a couple days to track him down, and I let
a little too much of my guilt and self-recrimination out through my fists. The
Antagonist is going to be spending a long time in the hospital before he gets
his trial. A grateful Senator Knight wanted to thank me, but I
uncharacteristically brushed him and the TV cameras aside. I'm not in the mood
to deal with them. With anyone.  
  
Mom and Dad, the perfect couple, are fighting crime around the world. I catch
snippets on the Newsfeed. One day they're in China, helping earthquake
victims. Then they're in Brazil, shattering a drug cartel. And in Paris, with
my sister Giga Girl, saving the Eiffel Tower from terrorists led by Le
Guillotine. A call from Zoe comes through from Paris, but I let my voicemail
take it. I'm not doing well, and I don't know what to say to her. I want Mom
to call, but she doesn't. All I can think about is her, in a mixture of guilt
and lust and a painful mélange of other emotions.  
  
I'm a wreck. But I don't know what to do.  
  
I leave a mid-morning class with my head in a fog, out in the autumn sunshine,
a crowd of students around me. Talking, smoking, drinking coffee. Doing
ordinary things.  
  
Maybe I need some normal friends, I think. Maybe I need a sabbatical in space.
Then my concentration narrows like a laser as my super-hearing picks up
someone whispering my name.  
  
I look up from contemplating my sneakers and scan the crowd around me,
superhuman eyes scanning with superhuman speed. I spy her a block away,
standing on the corner, mouthing my name.  
  
Without a word I head in her direction, nearly colliding with a couple of frat
guys talking loudly about football.  
  
She waits patiently for my approach. She is wearing civilian dress, sort of
blending into the crowd of normal humanity. Her unnatural beauty can only be
subdued, not entirely extinguished. I note the men and women casually checking
her out, and feel a swell of pride with the knowledge that she is here for me,
and me alone.  
  
She wears her midnight black hair up, baring her swanlike neck, and has dimmed
her brilliant green eyes behind a pair of black framed glasses. Her makeup is
impeccable as always, a light green on her eyelids, a warm rose on her cheeks,
pale pink on her full lips. She wears a black choker around her neck and a
beige jacket. Her blouse is crisp and white and the top few buttons are
undone, revealing a tantalizing bit of her heavenly cleavage. Her skirt is
black, tight, and short, and her stockings are black as well. A pair of black
patent leather pumps completes the look.  
  
"Mo- Shannon," I say as I approach. I want to take her in my arms and press my
lips against hers, but I restrain myself. "Hi. How are you?" I can only hope I
don't sound as lame and awkward as I feel.  
  
She disarms me with a smile. "I've been missing you." She pivots smoothly,
slides an arm under mine, and folds herself against me like she belongs there.
Instantly I feel myself relax. I take her hand, and she closes her fingers
around mine.  
  
"I came to check on you. We haven't heard from you in a while. You have your
mother worried." She starts us walking up the street. "She loves you dearly,
you know." I tighten my fingers on hers. She squeezes back.  
  
"I love her too. More than I can possibly say." She looks up at me, eyes wide,
lips parted slightly. "The things you and I have shared recently have been on
my mind a lot lately." I hate talking in code like this, but it's part of the
dance of the secret identity. As long as we're in public, protocol demands it.  
  
"I'm sure it has," she agrees. "I've been thinking about it a great deal
myself. I've been thinking about you. And me. Us." She pauses. "I don't think
we can just go back to the way things were before.  
  
"But there's your father."  
  
"Yes."  
  
"I don't want to hurt him. But I don't- I don't know how you feel, but I don't
think I can give up what we had, either." She stops walking and looks up at
me, her heart in her eyes.  
  
My mouth is dry. "I love you," I blurt out. "I don't want to hurt him, either.
But I can't get you out of my mind. I want you, Mo- Shannon. I need you."  
  
Then she's in my arms, hugging me tightly. I feel my body respond to her
closeness, her scent, the press of her breasts against my chest. She feels it
too, and smiles through her tears as she looks up at me. "I love you too,
baby."  
  
She steps back, sniffs. Ultimate Woman, as vulnerable as I have ever seen her.
She takes a breath, and then she's Mom again. "Let's get a bite to eat." She
pauses. "And then we can go back to your place."  
  
I adjust my glasses, the ones I wear when I'm just a law student. "Okay. What
are you in the mood for?"  
  
She smiles wickedly. "Later. Let's eat first." I laugh for the first time in
days. We settle for simple pub fare at a bar just off campus, steak sandwich
and fries for me, soup and salad for Mom. We talk of inconsequential things,
find reasons to touch one another across the table. I feel her foot sliding up
and down my calf. Were the tablecloths longer, I have no doubt her foot would
be busy elsewhere.  
  
We take the metro back to my condo, her plush body pressed against mine in the
mostly empty train. We stare into one another's eyes. She smiles at me, I lean
in to kiss her, long and hard. We almost miss our stop.  
  
We climb the stairs in my building quickly, me following Mom, watching avidly
as her springy ass twitches before me. Those long legs, smoothly muscled,
encased in skin tight hose. I lick my lips. My heart rate has increased; I
don't try to slow it.  
  
I key open the door to my place and hold it open for her. "After you."  
  
Mom trails her fingers across my chest as she glides past me. I follow, shut
the door behind me. She shrugs out of her jacket, throwing it unceremoniously
on the floor. Then she whirls around and wraps her arms around me. Her lips
find mine and we kiss again. Her tongue slides into my mouth and duels with my
own. Her eyes are closed. My hands roam across her mouth-watering frame,
encircling her narrow waist, cupping and kneading her magnificent ass.  
  
She pushes back from me and walks backward into the living room. She reaches
up, undoes her hair, and shakes it out, unleashing her sexy mane. Slowly she
untucks her blouse and begins to unbutton it. I remove my glasses and set them
down on the bookcase by the door, adding my keys to the pile. I'm kicking off
my shoes and beginning to pull off my own shirt when Mom is out of hers. She
lets it fall to the floor and strikes a pose.  
  
She is immaculate, perfect, gorgeous. A plain white bra holds back her titanic
tits, lifting them up and showing off their bronzed upper slopes. She saunters
towards me, smirking sexily. Her hands find my belt and unclasp it, pull it
through the loops. It lands on the floor. She unsnaps the button on my jeans
and tugs the zipper down. Her slim hands slide under the waistband of my
boxers and grasp my growing hardness.  
  
"Mmm, what do we have here. Does mother's special boy have a present for
mommy?"  

I put my hands on her shoulders and gently push. She acquiesces, sliding
gracefully to her knees. I look down, seeing my gorgeous mother in glasses,
choker, white bra, black skirt and hose, fishing my rapidly engorging cock
from out of my boxers. It springs forward, guided by her hands, pointing
directly at her beautiful face.  
  
Mom's fingers caress and stroke me, gliding along my length. She smiles and
kisses the head of my cock, parting her lips slightly to bathe me with saliva.
She slurps up the precum already seeping from my cockhead. Her lips encircle
me, sucking my cockhead into her mouth. Her tongue lashes my sensitive head,
teasing my prickhole, scooping out the precum that leaks copiously.  
  
Her lips part more widely as she slowly swallows me, her eyes on mine the
entire time. Inch by pleasurable inch she takes me into her mouth. I feel her
throat constrict around me, heat and moisture bathe my length. I hitch my hips
a little, fucking into her mouth, fucking down her throat. She swallows,
sucking me more, her tongue undulating along the underside of my cock. Mom's
cheeks hollow. Her nose nestles in my pubic hair. I am as deep inside a
woman's mouth as I have ever been. Deeper maybe. Only with her could I do
this. Only with her.  
  
She slurps, drags her mouth back up to the head of my cock, still sweetly
imprisoned between her lips. The length of my exposed member is coated with
saliva and my own precum. Mom lashes my cockhead with her tongue, then dives
back down again. Her hand reaches into my boxers to caress and squeeze my
balls. She pulls them through the opening in my boxers. Her mouth slides down
my cock, sucking me into her throat again. Then she slurps upward once more,
finally releasing me completely.  
  
Mom nudges my cock with her cheek, and slides my cock across her face as her
mouth finds my balls and sucks one of them into her mouth. My dick lurches,
squirting precum over Mom's shoulder. She releases one testes and latches her
lips on another, then drags my cock across her face once more and swallows my
cock whole.  
  
I can't take much more of this. I haven't cum in days. And I have wanted her
oh so terribly.  
  
"Mom," I gasp. "I'm getting close."  
  
Her eyes crinkle behind her glasses, lips stretched with my glans. She sucks
me back into her mouth. Her throat constricts around me. I take that as a
signal. I let go.  
  
My turgid cock throbs deep within Mom's throat and ejects a viscid glob of
semen directly in her throat. Mom moans around my erupting cock. She drags
herself back up my shuddering length, throat working, swallowing my spend. Her
fingers grasp the base of my cock, keeping it on target as I jerk and spew
again and again. She holds me, just the sensitive head of my exploding cock in
her mouth, spraying jet after jet of cum across her tongue. She swallows, but
my flood doesn't flag. With a gurgling laugh, she releases me. I paint a rope
across her cheek, already glistening with precum, and coat her glasses. She
aims my throbbing cock at her tits, a curving shelf of flesh in her heavy bra.
My cum splashes and splats across her breasts, dripping down their flawless
slopes to pool in her delicious cleavage.  
  
Mom licks her lips. She pulls her glasses off, sucking up the rope of cum that
hangs from it. "Mmm. Been saving up, baby?"  
  
I laugh shakily. My cock is still hard. How could it not be, looking at her on
her knees before me, coated in my semen?  
  
Mom scoops cum up with her fingers and feeds it into her mouth, smiling and
making satisfied sounds. She rises to her feet, unsnaps the thoroughly
unnecessary bra and throws it to the floor. Her huge, amazing, and pendulous
tits with their hard dark nipples are revealed. My cum drips down through her
cleavage, down across her tits, across her smooth belly. Mom hefts her tits in
her hands and raises them up so that she can reach my cum with her tongue and
lips.  
  
Enough.  
  
I grab Mom's hips with a growl and spin her around. I tug the skirt up over
her hips, revealing a complete lack of panties and the tops of her thigh-high
stockings. Mom squeals as I cup her sex from behind, feel how wet and ready
she is. I slide my cock up against her pussy, nudge at her folds with my
glans. She bends forward and braces her legs as I savagely drive my cock home
in her pussy. She parts easily, taking every inch I give her. Her plush ass
presses against my abdomen, and I feel one of her hands beneath us, playing
with her clit and my balls.  
  
Her tits bounce and her ass flexes as I drive into her again and again,
desperate with need, desperate to fuck her, desperate to make her cum,
desperate to feel myself explode deep within her once again.  
  
No sounds except the exhalation of breath, the slap of flesh against flesh, my
grunts of exertion, Mom's squeals of pleasure. Her core is scalding hot,
soaking wet, soft and welcoming. My cock grazes her g-spot with each hammering
thrust.  
  
The bookcase beside me, the furniture in the living room, begin to shake with
every jab and thrust. I don't let myself worry about the lamps falling, or the
clock being knocked off the wall.  
  
Mom's hips slam back against me as I drive into her, plundering her depths, my
thick and hungry cock teasing every fold, every recess within her heated core.
Our fluids pool together, making delicious squelching sounds, and the scent of
our combined arousal creates a heady perfume. Mom braces her free hand against
the floor, arching her back. I alternately grip her hips, her thighs, her
flexing ass, even the skirt bunched up around her waist.  
  
I pound into her, again and again. My sensitive cockhead twitches as the
sensations begin to overwhelm me. Mom begins to howl, then covers her mouth,
screaming into her palm. I feel her pussy constrict around me, tightening her
flesh's grip on mine, as her pussy floods with fluid and her body shakes
beneath my own. Through her orgasm I continue to hammer home, increasing and
extending her pleasure.  
  
I hold her hips as she cums, but she pushes them away as her climax subsides.
She slides off my cock with a sweet sucking sound. My cock bobs in the air as
she rights herself and turns to me.  
  
"We haven't made it past the doorway," she says. She casually rips my clothes
off, not caring that she destroys them. She grips my cock, hand flying across
its slickened length. "You've wanted me as much as I've wanted you. Oh, baby,
your cock is so amazing. So big, it touches me in places no one ever has. I
want you inside me again -- but let's go somewhere more comfortable."  
  
Mom leads me with her hand on my cock to my bedroom, to the large round bed
under dark blue sheets. She releases her grip on my and saunters towards the
bed, pausing only long enough to yank her skirt off from around her hips.
Then, wearing only the choker and her thigh-high stockings, she lays down upon
the bed, spreading her legs wide.  
  
I clamber up on top of her. I palm her heaving tits, squeeze and caress them,
and lean in to give her a deep and passionate kiss. Below, my cock nudges
against her pubis, just missing her open and drooling pussy. Mom reaches out
to grip my cock and guide it home, while I drop my head to capture a nipple
between my teeth. I lick and suck as my cockhead once more parts her labial
lips and I slide inside her.  
  
Mom moans and grips my head. Her hips rise to meet my thrust, her stocking
clad legs wrap around me, calves press against my ass. She urges me on, urging
me to fuck her harder and harder. I do my best.  
  
I switch to her other breast, licking and sucking as my hard and long cock
slam into her abused pussy again and again. Her fluids soak me, soak into my
skin, and her pussy walls grip me like silken fingers, stroking my length. I
bottom out, and Mom roars into another shuddering orgasm. It's right where I
want her to be.  
  
I jam forward, deeper, and she wails, throwing her head back, loosing the cry
she had stifled earlier as my cock butts up against her cervical wall. She
sucks me deeper as her orgasm continues to crest, higher and higher, her pussy
walls tightening like a warm wet vise around me. I pound her, feel the charge
build at the base of my cock, and then I ride my own climax, simultaneous with
hers, emptying myself once more within her, jet after convulsive jet of
copious cum. I pour a gallon of white hot semen in her depths, pumping most of
it directly into her womb, before it begins to leak out through her pussy
lips, coating my balls and the sheets beneath us. Mom continues to shudder in
sweet agony beneath me.  
  
I pull my still spurting cock free, sending thick ropes of gelid semen
splattering across Mom's pneumatic frame. She writhes, twists, and repositions
herself with amazing speed. Her lips clamp down over my spewing cock,
swallowing the last few washes of jism that spray from me. Finally, as the
flood subsides, she releases me with a wet, smacking kiss.  
  
I lean back, laughing. "You can't get enough of that stuff, can you, Mom?"  
  
She blushes. My sexy, too beautiful mother, naked, well-fucked by her only
son, my semen staining her lips and her massive tits, actually blushes. "I
can't help myself," she says. "You taste like honey and salt, bitter and sweet
at the same time. Like ambrosia. I think I'm addicted to your cum, son."  
  
"That's the hottest thing I have ever heard," I say. Mom laughs. She strokes
my still hard cock with her hands.  
  
"How about a shower, then?" she says. She rises from my bed, heavy tits
bobbing enticingly as she moves. I follow her as she strides into my bathroom,
and watch admiringly as she bends down gets the shower running.  
  
I know our day is just beginning. I no longer fear what tomorrow will bring,
because I know that whatever happens, she'll be here with me.




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