Damian looked around Wayne Manor. It was evident that in the five years he'd spent away, training, standards had slipped. The mail was dumped on an endtable in the antechamber. Damian picked it up, finding a skin magazine. He sneered, wondering which of the reprobates it belonged to. Drake? Todd? Certainly not Grayson. He, at least, could get the real thing, not—
"Wouldn't you rather look at the real thing?" a feminine voice trilled in husky amusement, and Damian dropped the magazine to the floor.
Selina Kyle, his new stepmother, stood in the doorway. She wore a dress, loosely draped and fashioned around her tall body. It was evident from the sunlight streaming through the lintel window—and through her dress—that nothing was underneath but her flesh.
"Your father's very proud of how you've advanced in your training," she said. "Now that you're home, a celebration is called for. And if pussy is the present you want, 'son', all you have to do is ask."
"A-ask?" Damian gulped, fighting back stammering and stuttering. He was eighteen now—a grown man!
"Just say, 'Mother, could I see your pussy?'"
"Pussy?" Damian repeated dumbly.
"Of course, I have one right here," Selina quipped.
She shrugged her dress off. Damian watched, moment by moment as it fell, always expecting her bare skin to give way to some bra, some panties, but she was stark naked underneath. Every inch of her was tawny and sleek, with firm muscle underlying the creamy skin, and generous curves brought to bear by the sheer femininity of her poise. Damian gaped at the neatly shaven hair of her exposed sex, like melted chocolate on her pale skin.
"How's it look?" Selina purred.
Her hands fell to her groin, opening up the lips of her pussy, showing him the pink at the core of her. Damian was speechless, but his cock stiffened and extended with what was going through his head. Untouched, it tented the crotch of his pants, its swollen head twitching visibly and rattling the tab of his zipper.
"Now that's some definite approval!" Selina said. "But I think I can get an even better review."
She walked—ass swaying, breasts jiggling—to her stepson, his mind blown anew by every step she took. By the time she reached him, he was almost coming in his pants. She took him by the shoulders. He was nearly as tall as she was now. She eased him down to her knees. Face to face with her cunt, Damian licked his lips hungrily.
"Oh, you want it? Stick your tongue out. I'll slide my pussy right on top of it. You can taste how sweet I am."
Kneeling, Damian shot his tongue out just as his cock was protruding from his groin. Selina approached his face, Damian's nostrils flaring from the sharp aroma of her arousal, and she stepped over one of his shoulders to hold her pussy right up to his face.
"Now close your eyes," she said, just to see Damian obey. He did, and she closed the brief distant between herself and his extended tongue. It slipped inside her wet labia and joined the damp warmth of her passage.
"Mmmm, that's me you're tasting now," Selina cooed. "Like it? Like Mommy's little pussy?"
Damian's tongue wiggled and he opened his eyes. He saw nothing but Selina's dark pubic hair, a tamed jungle of it curling across her pubis.
"Now Momma's gonna fuck herself on that nice tongue of yours. You're really gonna taste what a sweet pussy Momma has..."
Selina clenched, tightening her walls on every inch of Damian's tongue while she rolled her hips, the folds of her sex rubbing and tingling on his taste buds. She moved her hand to the top of her slit, parting the hood of her clit and fingering the bulging pearl herself-playing as Damian's trapped tongue writhed inside her.
"Hope you don't mind if I help you. The sooner I come, the sooner you'll really taste me," Selina chuckled.
Never having seen a woman's sex so close before, Damian watched in fascination as his stepmother teased herself toward completion.
"Ooooh, it feels so nice," Selina moaned. "I'm almost there. Are you ready for it, Damian? Ready for Momma to come in your mouth? Are you gonna drink everything that squirts out of me when I come for you?"
Damian eagerly nodded, his tongue running up and down in Selina's womanhood. Now knowing how thirsty he was for her juices, Selina stroked her engorged clit even more rapidly.
"Oh, here it comes!" Selina cried. "Gonna—have to—go off!"
Her hips pitched forward, snapping Damian's head back so he was bent backwards, Selina almost straddling his face as she climaxed. Her cream rushed out of her so plentifully that Damian had trouble gulping it all down, not that he minded Selina's honey covering his face.
"Hnnnn! Swallow, swallow it, that's a good boy!" Selina mewled. "Kiss away all my cream and enjoy the taste while you do!"
