21 comments/ 124506 views/ 94 favorites The Ultimate Woman By: dellagordo 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." The Ultimate Woman 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. The Ultimate Woman 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?"