Poor Mark

I have been here previously, but never quite like this. Towering over the peaceful suburban Chicago street, wearing my fitted suit and staring at the Grayson residence, I could feel the ticking of my heart with excitement and guilt. Debbie Grayson, Mark's mother, was peacefully oblivious to the destiny that lay ahead for her; however, it was the brief glint of weakness that I observed in her eyes when I helped her out of the clutches of Angstrom Levy that brought me into this forbidden land.

The door creaks open to find Debbie, her face a bemused mixture of surprise and bewilderment. Pink leggings ride the contours of her voluptuous body, highlighting the extent of her generous derrire, topped by an equally hued bra that shows it all about her bountiful bust. Her eyes scan the contours of my own face, drinking in the figure of the man who stands there.

"May I help you?" she asks, her deep, melodious voice causing the back of my neck to quiver.

"It's me, Debbie," I reply with a wink, stroking my walrus mustache. "Zandale."

Her eyes grew wide as reality sank in. "Bastion Prime?" she breathed, unconsciously placing her hand over her heart. "What on Earth are you doing here?"

I enter her home, quietly closing the door behind me. "I just wanted stopped by to check on you after rescuing you from Levy. Just to make sure you're doing okay," I tell her, my tone filled with an aching desire that threatens to engulf me. Debbie's eyes broaden, as they tend to dip continually below where my passion is clearly evident. Her chest rises and falls quickly, her breaths short gasps as she takes in the figure of Bastion Prime, me, standing in her living room.

"I... I'm fine, thank you," she stuttered, her cheeks turning deep red only to highlight her beauty. "You've saved us, thank you. But I'm completely... bewildered as to why you're so magnificently dressed."

I smile, my eyes scanning over her practically naked figure, studying the way her nipples pucker into soft peaks against her bra. "Do you really think that the superhero costume is something that I have on every day?" I taunt, placing one hand on her hip. She raises her eyes to mine, filled with questions but with an increasing curiosity.

"Well, no, I guess not," she laughs nervously, her hand running across my torso. The touch sets fire to me, and I can feel my cock, thick with veins, grow harder at the seductive prospect of what's to come. I don't really engage in taboo opportunities like this, but the temptation of sleeping with Mark's mother is too great to resist.

"You know that Mark is off-world with the Guardians of the Globe right now?" I say casually, watching her reaction closely for anything like discomfort or denial or rejection. "He's fighting the Sequid Invasion on Mars. You're alone here."

Her eyes grow even wider, and she nods gradually, getting what I'm hinting at. "Yes, it's been weeks since he left," she whispers softly, her voice husky-sweet. Her expression tells you there is no uncertainty about her understanding of what I'm are considering, and her lip-licking shows her unmistakable excitement.

"And Oliver?" I ask with lust. "Is he asleep?"

Debbie nods, steady as her eyes lock with mine. "Yes, he's in his room, sleeping," she whispers, her hand slowly drifting toward my suit-covered crotch.

It was like a thick, intoxicating mist swept around us, making each breath an exercise to resist falling into temptation right there. "Let's go to Mark's old bedroom?" I whispered, the deep, gravelly sound of my voice causing her to quiver as if water cascaded down her arms. For an instant, she gazed up at me before nodding and ushering me up the staircase. Her hips swayed provocatively at each step, the fitted leggings defining her curvaceous, seductive shape.

I enter to drink it all in—a stark difference from the remainder of the home. The walls tell the tale of Mark's youth, covered with colorful superhero posters. The bed lies unmade, the bedspread covered with a superhero pattern haphazardly across it. A smile crosses my lips at the sight, only to change into mischievous humor as I look over at Debbie. She stands is the middle of the room with her back to me, shoulders slumped with confusion over her next step.

I move smoothly into position at her back, arms around her waist, bringing her to me. Our bodies join without a pause, her soft, tempting curves pressing into the rise of mine with perfect fit. She gasps, but does not move away. Instead, she angles slightly toward me, her desirable ass pressing into the swell of my cock. The thinning of her leggings presents minimum obstacle to our shared heat, taunting the very perimeter of my wanting.

"Zandale," she breathes softly, her tone filled with excitement and fear. But I can tell she is ready to take this opportunity. Her palm goes around her back, her fingers tracing softly over the seam of my trousers. "What are we doing?"

"Exactly what we both want," I whisper softly, leading her to the bed. A soft whimper leaves her lips as I sit, spreading my powerful thighs to her. She sinks onto me, her silky body fitting so perfectly into the powerful length of mine.

She leans over, eyes shut tight, grinding into me with a sultry beat. The soft caress of her skin against mine is nothing short of heaven, and I can't help but moan with ecstasy as she continues to move. It's apparent that she is enjoying this as much as I am, her breathing speeding up into soft gasps as she balances on the edge of orgasm.

"Take it out," I said. "Suck my dick."

Her eyes once again widen, but she does not complain. Instead, she comes to life at the sound of words spilling from between my lips. Down on her knees, she reaches for me, her quivering hands toying with my belt. She has never heard this kind of language from anyone, not even Omni-Man, but she is visibly enjoying it. My trousers tighten around the contour of my erection as she operates the zipper, revealing the shape of my cock through the fabric.

Then, finally, she releases my cock, and it springs free, slapping her across the face with the flat of the head. Her eyes fill with water, and she gasps, but she does not even flinch. Instead, she looks at me with an expression of outrage and arousal, her fat lips drawn back over an 'Oh'. My cock is thick, slightly curved, with girth that reduces women to weeping ecstasy. My cock is an old, veteran cock, one that has been around the block a few times and seen some things, and it is ready to be at it again.

"It's so... big." She gasps at it, her tone awed, as she encircles her hand around the base. Her fingers cannot enclose the whole girth of my cock.

"And you're going to love it," I say to her, my tone thick with lust. I watch her bring her mouth nearer, her eyes never wavering from mine, asking permission, asking guidance. The head of my cock touches her soft, rose-painted lips, and she gingerly licks her lips. My other hand goes to the side of her head, pressing her toward me, and she opens her mouth to accomodate me.

Her hot, damp mouth envelops my dick, her tongue tracing circles about the head as if it is a sweet lollipop she has only recently discovered. She is hesitant at first, but as every moan that escapes from me makes her bolder, she is more eager. Her soft, velvety lips envelop me, and she sucks harder with every second that passes, her cheeks hollowing as she sucks me into her mouth harder. The sensation is heavenly, and the pressure building up within my body is tightening by the second.

She bobs her head up and down, and primal moans spring from me. She is so, so amazing, and it is obvious that she is relishing the dominance she has at this point. My hand has began to stroke the back of her head, urging her to delve deeper. Her eyes are growing watery, but she does not cease, her desire to please me superseding the pangs of discomfort that the motion poses to her mouth.

"Fuck, yes," I breathe, my voice gritty with ecstasy. "Take it all."

Debbie's eyes sparkle with passion-driven zeal as she releases my cock from her mouth and sets to work to lick my huge balls. Her tongue teases each one of them, tauntingly caressing the delicate skin with delicacy. She has found my sweet spot, and she's aware of it. My hips involuntarily jerk as I groan, her tracing the sensitive arc between my balls and where my cock begins. My cock is so stiff it is going to erupt at any second.

"That's it, baby," I murmur softly, my voice husky with appreciation. "You're doing so great."

Her eyes are burning with desire as relishes the praise. She sucks me back into her mouth again, the suction forceful to the point of desperation. Both her hands curves around the base, caressing me to the motion of her head going up and then coming back down. My orgasm is building, pressure mounting to agonizing heights at my balls.

"I'm going to cum," I grind through gritted teeth. "Swallow it all."

She nods eagerly as she positions herself to receive it. The slurping sounds throughout the room grow fiercer, more intense as I feel my cock stiffen even harder. And then, with a crash that shakes the very foundations of the house, I spurt. Thick streams of cum spurt into her mouth, filling it to the brim so it overflows. She swallows it with gusto, her cheeks puffing out as she gobbles it up, her throat constricting around the head of my cock. The room is filled with our passion, the sloppy, wet slurping sounds of her swallowing and sucks, and the contented growls from me.

I release her mouth, dick glistening with her spit. Her gaze looks up at me, still with an imprint of cum at the corner of her mouth. A smug smile is on my lips as I inquire, "How was it?"

She is red-faced and out of breath, but her smile cannot be helped from forming across her own face as she stands up. "It was.... amazing," she is able to get out, her breathing strained.

I wipe away the last shred of cum from her cheek with the back of my hand, smearing it across her face as I lean into the kiss. She tastes sweet like me, like sex and desire and forbidden fruit. Our lips twisting into each other, hers moaning into mine as I force my hand into the edge of her leggings. Her pussy is damp, dampening the fabric, and her heat radiates from her core.

"Get on the bed," I command, my own voice hoarse with lust. She does, her knees shaking as she clings to the bed to scramble up onto it, her ass quivering into the air like an offering. The last to move is me, still as stiff as ever, biding my time for round two. The vision of her kneeling on Mark's bed, her hot-pink bra and leggings starkly contrasting with the sky-blue superhero bedspread, hits me with a jolt of pure, animal hunger. With superspeed, I was out of my suit.

I growl as I rip the soft fabric off her body, exposing her soft, rounded buttocks. Her cheeks quiver at the violence of the rip, and I slap one, the flesh rippling under the slap of my palm. "You are mine now, Debbie," I growl, my mouth wet as I loom over her, drinking her in with my eyes. She shrieks, but the sound is half-suffering, half-sex. She is dripping, so dripping for me, and I can smell her lust scented on the air about us.

I surge deep into her suddenly, ripping my thick cock into her pussy like a scalding blade slicing into butter. She gasps, half-surprise, half-orgasm. Her walls contract tightly around me, gripping like a vice, but I'm past worrying if she's ready or not. I'm fucking her with savage intensity, the headboard bouncing into the wall with each thrust. The room is filled with the sound of slapping flesh and her cry for more.

"Oh, Zandale," she moans, her mouth muffled by the pillow she bites into. "You're so... so... big," she breathes, her words tumbling over one another as she strains to have me fill her to the point of breaking. Her eyes are shut tightly, her body tense as she stretches to accept the size of my cock. But she is too lost to the experience to concern herself with the potentially agonizing aftermath.

I grip her hips in one hand, holding them firmly in place, yanking out nearly to the head before slamming back into her once again. The crash of our bodies into one another echoes off the room, combined with the chorus of her joyous gasps. "Tell me you want it harder, baby."

"Harder," she breathes softly, her words hardly audible. "Fuck me harder."

It's music to the ears, and I'm happy to oblige. My thrusts intensify, my hips slamming into her with an intensity that is almost vicious. Her tits bounce with every crash, her nipples erected. They're large, the shape of ripe peaches, the areolae deep pink, stark to the paleness of her skin. Her ass cheeks flush from the slapping sounds, bouncing with every forceful thrust.

"Yes, yes, yes," she whispers, each drive intensifying her tone. "I want it all."

Her words inspire me, and I drive into her with an unmerciful rhythm, her vagina clenching around me like velvet clenched into a fist. My dick head thuds into the back of her cervix, and she quivers with each strike. Her body is an orchestra of sensation, her moans and whimpers informing my movement.

"Oh God," she says, her voice trembling. "It's so much."

"That's right, Debbie," I tell her with a smile, never ceasing to move my hips. "This MILF pussy is mine whenever I want."

She nods her head, her eyes glassy with pleasure. "Y-yes," she stammers, her voice a whining plea. "It's all yours."

The chance of one day getting discovered by Mark and Oliver only gets my dick harder. The thrill of doing something forbidden is an intoxicating high, urging me on, compelling me to have her completely. "Even with Mark and Oliver around?"

Her eyes widen, and she nods, her voice rising to a begging whine. "Yes, please!" she gasps, her pussy clenching tight around me. "You can fuck me whenever you want."

I lean over with a triumphant growl, one of my hands going to the nape of her neck to press her head into the pillow. "Good girl," I growl at her. The room is filled with the muffled groans of her moaning as I start to pound into her even harder. Her cries are muffled by the pillow, but the vibration of her voice hums up through me.

Her body shudders, her pussy clenching tightly about me as she approaches orgasm again. Her fingernails dig into the back of the pillow, her body arching up as she works to match each of my deep thrusts. Having her ass raised so high, her pussy clenching me like a fist, is so intense it is nearly too much to endure. My orgasm is building, tension building up to the balls to the extent that it is more than it can endure.

And there is a change of motion by Debbie, an increasing urgency that indicates she is near. "Oh, God, Zandale," she cries out, her voice muffled by the pillow. "I'm going to cum."

They're like the catalyst, escalating the tension within her pussy to an orgasmic pinnacle. Back into me she bucks, twisting her body to either side as her orgasm peaks. Her pussy clamps about my cock, pulsing with spasm upon spasm of ecstasy as she comes with force. My gaze follows her ass cheeks flailing about, clenching shut as her whole body vibrates with the power of it. A glorious sight, one that shall not be lost on me.

A last, wild spasm and roar have me spurting into her, penis thudding as I fill her to the brim with blazing, hot spunk. A groan from her, vagina clenching tightly around me as she is filled with my fire to the very hilt. "Oh, fuck," she moans into her pillow, body relaxing as she yields to sensation.

I step away from her, watching as my cum drips from her vagina, puddling on the superhero bedspread. She looks beautiful, stretched out like that, her body shining with perspiration and semen. But there is no doubt that I've only scratched the surface with her. The more her body is filled with my children, the hungrier it makes me, and I can feel my dick getting hard again.

She rolls over onto her back, panting, her eyes half-shut with longing. "Again?" she breathes softly, her tone hopeful.

"As much as you want," I reply, my penis already growing to full size again. The idea of fucking her again and again so she won't be able to walk for days straight is too enticing to resist.

Her eyes glint with anticipation, and she scoots up the bed, her legs spreading to make room for me. Her pussy is still quivering with her last orgasm, and the way she lies sprawled open on the bed releases another spasm of desire through me. I settle over her, slapping her inner thighs with my cock as I place it at her opening.

I don't say a word, plunging back into her, my cock sliding easily in due to her excitement and my recent release. She gasps, her eyes rolling back in her head, as I fill her completely. "Oh god," she breathes, her fists tightening around my hands above her head as I begin to move.

My fat balls slap into her vagina with every drive, the sound bouncing off the room. They are still filled with semen, and the slap of hitting her soft skin sends her body into quivers of ecstasy. I can feel her becoming more damp, her vagina stretching to fit as she adjusts to the added pressure. She is so tight, so hot, and I know that soon I'm going to cum again.

"Oh, Debbie," I groan, eyes shut. "Your pussy feels so good."

I lean forward to kiss her suddenly, jamming my tongue into her mouth forcefully, tasting me on her lips. She gasps, her body clenching momentarily before dissolving into the kiss. We wrap our tongues around one another's, twining to the frantic rhythm of the fucking we'd done and will continue to do.