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"Oh....oh....oh my GOD!", Lois Kent-Lane exclaims. On a gigantic bed inside a luxurious mansion deeply hidden in the central African jungle, the dedicated journalist and mother is lying appeased. Her head resting against a soft cushion placed in front of a well-crafted Mahagoni frame, moan after moan escapes her petite lips that nearly capture every drop of sweat exuded from her upper glands.
The reason for the acclaimed account of ecstasy the Daily Planet reporter frolics in is the flying---yes, flying---- little boy whose head remains as the only part of his petite body not floating above, carefree and squeakily calm. Like his fingers playfully caressing her smoothly shaven thighs, the child's tongue, a super tongue, licks and nibbles at the pretty pink pussy he came out of only 10 years ago.
"OHHH, JON! YEESSS....YES, BABY! KEEP LICKING MOMMY! YES, YES, YES! AHHH~~~~"
Said companion, rather compeer, for the societal barriers between the two have been seeming to vanish, complies, continuing his invasive moments in shape of a dull, but not lame, tool.
"mHhhh...mhh....moom....ma.....ma, I....nnmmmhh~", the blue-eyed baby boy obediently moans. Rhythmically, the head is followed in its wiggling by his hair, the hair he has inherited from his father, alongside his stamina. Latter, perhaps, with greater inhibited potential, as the satisfied sounds of whistling Lois grits through her chattering teeth surprise even the fearless reporter and wife herself. A loud moan, accompanied by a soft grunt, later, she cums.
On the other side of the room, on top of an equally wide and equally marvelous piece of antique woodwork, a different maternal couple copulates orally. 69ing.
Ironically, the adult, a brunette with chestnut-colored eyes and a elegantly fit light brown body, is the one lying on TOP of a barely 12 year old boy. Said one groans into the moist mother-cunt pressed down on his mouth and jiggly middle eastern ass cheeks nearly enveloping his entire face. But that sound shan't be mistaken for suffering due to the weight of the tall and muscular goddess dominating him from above. Rather, it symbolizes his dedication.
"Mhhh....hmmm....mother...."
*LICK, LICK, LICK, SLURP, SLURP, LICK, LICK*
*GLUG, GULP, GULP, GULP, CHRM, CHRM, GULP, POP!*
"Less murmuring, more murdering, Damian. Cunilingus requires effort and a driving..nnnnghh....a drive to finish your victim...off.....oh, yes.....yessss.....", Talia al-Ghul, daughter of and second in command to the demon head, the ecocide-detesting mass murdering maniac, admonishes, just having shoved her biological son's log into her creek. The assassin's moans betray her supposed discipline, however, as Damian hones his perfectionist desire to please his mother, increasing the rate of his tongue slipping in and out of the warm canal he was pushed out of once. His messy black-and-brown hair as well as his glinting eyes mixed in hazel and green remind Talia each and every day just how perfectly balanced the boy, as the son of the Bat, as the grandson of the Demon, has become, down to his genetics.
*TUAH!*
A glossy stream of spit slowly embarks on his cockhead. Talia marvels at her pupil's thickness. Gently putting a strain of hair behind her ear, she grabs and grips his shaft and begins stroking. Faster. Another gift of saliva. Soon, her other hand, which has choked the life out of many an arrogant man, moves to her son's hairless balls. Instead of caressing, only pinches and fidgeting follows.
"Yeah, Damian,....YES!.....GOOD BOY! GOOD BOY! OH, FUHHHUHUHUHUUUKCKKKKKK....."
*LICKLICKLICKLICKLICK*
"YES, SON! JUST LIKE....AHHH.....NGHHHH....JUST LIKE THAT! MURDER THAT PUSSY! FUCKING KIIILLLLLLL MY CUNT WITH THAT TONGUE OF YOURS!! AH! AH! AHHHHH!"
Although his father would certainly not approve, for at least two, maybe three, reasons, the Boy Wonder complies, himself suppressing any gasp of weakness hidden behind his cunt-cream-coated palates. Soon, they end up almost drowning in the flowing secrets of the matriarch, as Talia cums as aggressively as she fights---with her thighs nearly squashing her son's head.
Back to the Kents. Now, it's Jon's turn to be spoilt. While he's a good person at heart, he can't help but let his human-mammalian instincts kick in and overstep his father's inherited kryptonian self-chastity.
"Oh....ahhh........mom....mommy.....mama.....ma......mahhAAAA!", the kid from Kansas yells, barely able to keep his supersonic voice from blowing the roof off the mansion. Still flying, but now with his bare butt pointing to the bed inches away, legs only halfway stretched , he slacks his jaw. Eyes closed, the cute farm boy nods in time with the soft, slippery slurping his idol and favorite hero(ine) bestows open his thin, but lengthy dick.
*GLUG, GLUG, GULP, CHRM, CHRM, GULP, GULP, GULP*
"HMMM~~"
Her hair tied behind her head, Lois gives it her all. Her S-game, so to speak. Despite never having sat on her knees throughout her career (or her marriage), the fearless investigative journalist doesn't let that stop her. With a small cushion between her legs, the mother of one grinds and sucks and licks and blows as fast as her earthling body allows.
"Maaaa.....this feels so good....mhh....should.....can I.....ahhhh.....please....can I put my hands....on....I mean, only if it's okay with you...nghhhhAaaahhh"
*PLOP!*
An adoring sparkle glims inside Lois' pupils, as she looks up and shoots her beloved baby a loving grin. Like a teasing slut, the part-time housewife keeps her son's tool locked in her demure grip.
"I don't know, Jon. Can you, dear?"
*SMOOCH*
Lois keeps interrupting her own speaking with kisses plastered on different parts of her pride's prick.
"Would you like that, you naughty--"
*SMOOCH*
"--dirty little---"
*SMOOCH, SMOOCH*
"---super sonny of mine?"
*SMOOOOOCH*
Interestingly, her advances seem to have caused the opposite effect. Jon is now fidgeting, appearing more shaking than before. With a red head, the poor dear replied: "Sorry, ma, I didn't mean to be....naughty..."
Bewildered for a second, Lois quickly recalls, then sighs. No matter what, that boy acts like a boy scout. Reminding her all too much of a certain someone....
She attempts a different approach. Gently pulling him upwards by his shaft, Lois licks her lovable lips, as she is greeted by the underside of her husband's mini version.
Before he can ask what's happening, Jon's eyes widen and his hands formed into fists. He possesses the power of a god, but stammers helplessly as he feels his mother's teeth nibbling on his testicle and perineum, her soft fingers jerking him off with rhythmic strokes.
"M-ma, wha....what.....AHHH!!!"
Another shockwave. Lois struggles to suppress a cheeky laugh, while her tongue runs over his anal rims, circling her son's asshole, teasing it mercilessly.
"ahhhhh~~~.....mhhh....jjjonn...nghhmmm...."
"Ma....no....ahhhh......this feels so weird.....ahhh.....AHHHHH! Nghhhhh....."
He gets close, she can feel it. Faster and faster she rubs and sucks, her whorish mouth practically inseparable from his anus. Faster. More. Please!
*LICK, LICK, JERK, JERK, JERK, FAP, FAP, FAP*
*FAPFAPFAPFAPFAPPPPPPPP*
"MMMHHHHHHMMMMAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!"
Unwilling, yet also unable to undo, Jon screams, his powerful voice making the walls shake. Shortly after a squeaking grunt, the son of Superman closes his eyes and feels millions upon millions of his tiny white swimmers shoot up in the air and....oh, wow.....break a hole through the roof?! Thankfully, most of it doesn't defy the rules of physics and falls back down, right on top of the ruffled hair and sweaty face of a seemingly satisfied mother.
"Mhhhh......yummers......that's a good boy", Lois Lane laudes her child. Inward, however, she can't deny but feel a bit disappointed that Jon couldn't be more assertive towards her. She's been trying to get him out of his shell for a while now, and while her son has a bubbly and extrovertedly kind personality in the streets, in the sheets still has a lot to learn.
Roughly around the same time, the other mother-son pair doesn't have it easy, either. With Talia now lying on her back, her son, or rather, his boyhood, is hovering over her, his limbs stretched and digits on the mattress. As he's positioned away from the bed frame, his athletic ass raised, the trained preteen assassin fights against his urges and tries to remain as stoic as possible, while his dearest mother calculatedly cups his lower cheeks, and forces his barely shaking hips towards her open mouth.
"MHHHHGH~~~~"
*GARG, GARGHH, GARG, GARG, GULP, GULP, GULP*
"Ah! Mother......this.....this....this...."
Damian wheezes. Even though he's been through this exercise a lot over the years, his mother's cunning linguistics have always managed to keep him silent and not complaining, masquerading his true feelings.
Talia, while thoroughly enjoying the feeling of a fat child cock filling her slut mouth, sneakily rolls her eyes. That boy will never learn how to show passion. Unlike his fa-
"AHH! MO---, MOTHER, your nails are digging too hard into my, Ah!"
"Mh, mh! Hhhmmmm...."
*GULP, GULP, GULP, GULP*
A new and higher velocity. The woman who looks like the opposite of, but is far deadlier than, a ghoul feels her heart rate exceeding tolerable limits and her lungs inflating with forces beyond the average human's capacity. But she doesn't care. She's been training for attacks like these longer than her 12 year old has been alive, and will continue exercising her currently penetrated gag reflex. This time, however, with the only sparring partner she can truly entrust herself in.
Gargling, Talia doesn't stop, as tears rinse away from her increasingly redder eyes. Faster. Faster! That's an order!
*THUD, THUD, THUD, THUD*
The back of her throat constantly being hit by the head of the dick, she concentrates on the pleasure she receives from the passively aggressive fucking she makes her son give her.
"MMMM.....MOTHER....Ahhhh.....ahhhh.....ngh......I feel.....no.....it....ah.....doesn't matter.....insufficient....data....gahh!..."
Damian can feel his legs shake, soon to be losing support. Ironic. Usually, he could do a plank for several HOURS. Yet now, it's been probably less than a quarter, and he already feels his muscles sore and tense from the insufferably endless thrusting he's quietly enjoying. His breath as short as his cock, but not nearly as girthy, he closes his eyes, preparing himself for his mother's berating. Regardless of his attempts, he can't manage to showcase the spartaic image he believes his mother to want to perceive in him. He grunts as his member begins twitching, begging to release, to fill the filthy matriarchal moistness coating it.
The female demon remains unperturbed by anything, and goes faster. Stronger. More aggressively! More! Faster!
*THUDTHUDTHUDLICKLICKSUCKSUCKTHUDTHUUDDD*
"MMMHHH......MMMMMMMOIOTHEEEERRRRR!"
As if she was a composer, Talia times perfectly, and relishes the gooey goodness shooting out of her son's engorged tool. Happily, she slurps and drinks and swallows every itty bitty drip of familiar semen scratching against her digestive walls.
*GULP, GULP, GULP*
*PLOP!*
After a while, she slaps his behind, silently letting him know she's finished. Obediently, Damian raises his hips higher. Once he's out of her mouth, the poor boy falls onto the sheet and almost coughs from exhaustion, his tender chest heaving heavily. Al-Ghoul can only rolls her now white eyes again.
With both of their boys napping for a while, the reporter and the assassin stare at each other. Their mature naked bodies, hardly showing stretch marks or folds or any other sign of age, glisten in the lights of the reflective moon through the open windows and the quiet lamp on the nightstand between them.
After a while, the silence is broken.
"So.....we've still got a few nights left, before Clark returns from space."
"Space? Don't you even know where exactly your husband is at, Lane? You surprise me."
"Oh, is that so? You really think my kindhearted husband would even think about talking up some alien hussy, while he has this here at home, waiting for him?"
"Your arrogance will be your doom, darling."
"Says the single mother."
"Careful."
"I won't be. Tell me, Talia, how did you manage to keep Bruce off your tail? I doubt the world's greatest detective will just leave his son for a short trip to his psy-, his lovely ex...uhh....girlfriend?....without some precautions in place."
"The Bat has his secrets and tricks, and so do I. Don't trouble your mind with what you won't comprehend anyway. Instead.....pah!....I can't believe I'm going to say this, but...."
"Yeah? Spit it out, girl."
"I need your....your help....with my son....I think you could make him more like I want him...."
"....."
"....."
"I thought you weren't a metahuman? How the hell did you read my mind--"
"I didn't--"
"Because I was LITERALLY thinking the same!"
"...."
"....."
"I'll have the help bring us some fruits and refreshments. It seems to be time again for us to forge a plan. Say....how would you feel if I fucked your 10 year old next time?"
"I'm REALLY glad my husband is out of earshot right now, hahahaha!"