Her bikini clad body rose and was slammed against the wall of his bedroom. "You tease them all, but me, me you will serve." He whispered rough hands spreading her legs and pulling aside the bikini bottom to reveal the pussy that was the fantasy of millions.
"Yes," she moaned in his ear, hands rising, then freezing.
"You will touch me and please me, Ultramilf," his voice was rough and cruel, "and I will use you as I like. Obey."
Ultramom almost fell, but this time he didn't catch her by her shoulders, but her hair. The other hand pushed two fingers into her cunt hard, with the strength of a superhero he pushed into her, with superhuman speed he drew his thumb over her clit. The moan turned into a shriek. When her eyes opened, they were afire.
Before she could do anything, Ultraboy was between her legs, his slim waist forcing her slack legs apart and his cock replaced his fingers, claiming the beautiful superheroine. Hands locked around his neck and legs came up to slam against his back and ass. His lips claimed hers, tongue forcing its way through her lips as easily as his cock forced its way through her cunt's defenses. Her tongue danced back, alll the skill of her mature years pushed back, trying to make it the best kiss of Ultraboy's life. She succeeded, but with his cock balls deep in her cunt, he didn't really notice.
In her post orgasmic weakness, Ultraboy fucked her like a ragdoll, lifting her off his cock and slamming her back down as he liked. He controlled the pace, the pleasure and he drove her back up the peak of orgasm, well ast the first two...
His own orgasm was held off only by superheroic will and a need to prove himself, to her and to himself. She had always been stronger, always been smarter, but he would prove himself worthy...
The fantasy of months and the dark shame of earlier dreams all mixed together into a single reality. And one that wasn't her fault, she was free to enjoy it. Other fantasies and realities replayed behind her eyes, being taken by supervillains and supervillainesses, being used by robots and aliens and being milked and fucked by the Milkmaid and her minions, the dirtiest dreams and experiences she'd ever had paled in comparison to being owned and fucked by her own son.
His cock stretched her and filled her. Superstrong hands shredded her costume and groped her tits as her legs locked around his waist forcing him to stop thrusting as she came. Her screams could have summoned help from a county away, if not for the active noise cancellation surrounding their home. Ultraboy took the moment to bend over and bite hard on her neck, the same spot Vampirella had bitten, driving her ever deeper into the past, the future and the orgasm.
For Ultraboy this was a wet dream come true and he could believe it was a heroic act. He dominated his loving, but overly protective mother, fucked and owned the woman who'd commanded him for so long, like a warrior of old, like a great king, like a rutting animal, he claimed his mate, or one of his mates and he gave her pleasure, infinite pleasure. That was proof that he deserved his mastery.
But he wanted more, he wanted...everything. More than mere obedience...she was stronger than he, smarter, more experienced, her attraction implanted by a machine, artificial. His inability to move when she came was proof of her strength, a reminder. He needed more than her obedience, he needed her to be his Ultramilf, in truth, not merely to avoid having to deal.
"I'm going to cum," he moaned as Ultramom's supertight pussy gripped and milked him. "Where do you want it?"
She froze, she didn't want this, she didn't, she was forced into it, she couldn't want it--Ultramom was weak again, he lifted her almost completely off his cock and drove in deep, her moan filled his ear.
"You're taking my cum, that's not in doubt, but you can tell me where you want it, Ultramilf! Tell me. Truthfully." |