It's Not Porn

Hey all! This is my first story, please give me any feedback you feel like offering! This story includes incest, verbose descriptions, and frankly cartoonish levels of mental gymnastics. If that's not for you, please find something else to jerk off to!

Everyone in this story is/was 18 for any sort of sexual event.

It was late on a Saturday evening. One where I was, to put it delicately, so hard I could've handled a Kryptonian. In order to relieve this particular situation, I elected to engage in some well deserved self care. Focused, coincidentally, on a certain fictional Kryptonian. The blonde one. It was a wonderful webcomic I just found where she had to find a supervillain on a planet where clothes are considered the mark of their devil figure. Shenanigans ensue.

No, she didn't take one look at my dick and start sucking it. We're still in the preamble.

So, as I was wrangling my rooster, my mother... knocked. Like a reasonable person. This gave me enough time to stuff my dick back in my pants, before saying "Come in!"

The more discerning among you may have noticed that I left out a crucial step. But we'll get to that.

Now, I don't want to say she breasted boobily into my room, but... she did. She was wearing shorts and a tight white tank top that clung to her like... a tight white tank top. This accentuated her absolutely ridiculous physique quite nicely. I didnt know her exact size, but suffice it to say that they were big, bigger than my head. And beautiful, and teardrop shaped, with just enough sag to make me go insane, especially given the state I was in.

But the rest of her was glorious as well. My friends and I would often joke that she must have secretly been a superhero. This later evolved into "I wanna fuck your Mom" jokes. Cliche, I know.

Her hair shined like burnished copper, just riding the line between brown and orange. It was curly and went down to right above her glorious, glorious ass. It was like a goddess of volleyball incarnated as a mortal. Big, and beautiful, and bouncy. Something about a quarter.

And her legs. Long and muscular. Thighs that could kill a happy man, and calves that would be his last glimpse of this world's perfection. Even her feet were hot. And I am NOT a foot guy.

But back upwards, her abs. Her fucking abs. The tank clung to them, wonderfully defined. Flat and bumpy in all the right ways. And her hips were wide. Not Elastigirl wide, but wide nonetheless.

We've already gone over her tits. But I failed to mention that her nipples were pointed outward, pencil erasers jutting from perfect gems of titty.

But that all pales in comparison to her face. Her absolutely radiant face. This was not a picture of some ethereal beauty, but instead a beauty that spoke of the natural wonders of this world. That showed that beauty could not, would not be divorced from matter. Her face was thin, and tall, with a jawline that was meant to be pondered. A smile that split the clouds of worry and brought the light of heaven directly to your heart. Her lips were full, and her teeth were big, and whiter than freshly fallen snow.

Her cheeks were pulled upwards, forming two apples that were better than any woman's ass. Including her own. Which... wow.

The area to the sides of her eyes was crinkled as an effigy of the joy she brings wherever she goes. And the eyes themselves. Chocolate diamonds, formed into irises grander than any jewel.

And not to toot my own horn, but I got half of my genetics from this avatar of wonder. She's 40, and looks it in the best way, and had me 20 years ago. Dad isn't in the picture on account of the face he did the stupidest thing anyone could ever do and cheated on her.

All of that to say, I remained rock fucking solid when she bounced into my bedroom. She didn't even step that hard. She was just jiggly.

"Just here to get your laundry. What'cha reading?" She said, peering over my shoulder.

And this, my readers, is what those gifted with discernment realized before. I did not close the comic I was reading. I looked back in horror, seeing the form of Kara Zor-El naked, being ogled by blue aliens with no noses, and hard dicks.

"Just, uh... a supergirl comic..." I said lamely.

"Well gee, quite the pickle she's gotten into, huh? I think I remember this one, don't worry, I won't spoil it for you." She gave me a light, affectionate pat on the shoulder, took my hamper of laundry, and left, closing the door behind her.

I then turned around, closed the webpage, and went to sleep. I refused to process what had just happened.

I woke up in the morning, sun streaming in through my window. Rock hard on account of it being morning, and not jerking off last night.

And then I processed. My Mom had casually told me she remembered reading this porn comic. And just acted like it was another comic. Probably just a means to keep me from being embarrassed. Yeah, that's it.

So, with that consideration complete, and the issue totally and completely resolved, I got up and went to the bathroom. I thankfully was able to get it down by the time I needed to walk out. I washed my hands and headed to the kitchen to start making breakfast. Today would be open faced egg and tofu sandwiches on toasted bread. As I was midway through getting the tofu fried, Mom came into the kitchen for a drink of water. She was wearing something a bit more modest, still being in her nice warm pajamas.

"Morning Honey, smells great!"

"Morning, Mom, thanks!"

"Did you ever finish that comic?"

And I nearly died.

"Oh, uh, no, I didn't. Was pretty tired so I went to sleep basically right after you left. Why do you ask?" This topic of conversation unfortunately led to my boner slowly but ominously returning.

"I just wanted to talk about it, but if you haven't finished I'll hold off."

"Really? You really want to talk about.. that kind of comic?" I was shocked. But honestly, not entirely opposed to the idea. I never really considered sexual openness a bad thing. It's just... embarrassing.

"Of course! Continuity's so fucked fan works are just as valid as the officially published stuff at this point."

"No, I meant, like, porn comics." I was confused at this point, she had clearly seen the page. Or maybe she didn't, and just misremembered. Oh god. Oh no.

"Ohhhh, you thought- ha!" She laughed heartily at me, gently slapping my arm, which only made my erection more powerful. "No, no, the whole point is that it seems sexual but actually isn't! Like that innuendo song. Oh, man, I can't believe you thought- HA!" She wrapped her arms around me from behind, rubbing my chest with her hand. "Young people, always thinking the worst. You'll grow out of it sweetie. But seriously, you gotta finish it, it's great. Ha!" She then walked off, leaving me to think.

No fucking way. No way. She was naked, with hard dicks surrounding her. No way. In that moment, I made a choice. She was willing to talk about it. So was I. My embarrassment was burned away by a greater need. The need to correct someone who was wrong.

So I set breakfast up in a rather unusual way. I had us sitting next to each other, rather than across. And I had my laptop, pulled up to the page I had left off on, open on the table.

"Breakfast's ready!"

"Coming!" Mom called out. She was dressed for her work as a personal trainer. So a tight sports bra and Yoga pants. Wow.

When she saw the laptop, she snickered "Oooh, trying to read porn with your Mom! Perv!" She booped me on the nose and sat down.

"Hardy-har, very funny." I deadpanned, sitting next to her.

"I know!" She said.

"So, you said the whole joke is that this isn't actually sexual, right? I don't think I'm quite getting it, care to explain?" I would rend her words to shreds.

"Sure, sure, so, you see here, right? It looks like she's naked in front of a bunch of horny men. But if you'll recall, clothes here are considered the mark of their local devil figure. So it's not like they're naked for any sort of sexual purpose. It's just religious nudism." She calmly explained. She took a bite of her sandwich and she moaned in pleasure, some egg yolk spilling down her chin. "Fuck that'sh good food."

"Thanks. And how, pray tell, do you explain all of the hard dicks?"

"Mno schpoilers," she swallowed "Keep reading." She swiped the egg yolk off of her chin and started sucking on her finger. Her perfect, gorgeous finger. In her mouth. Lips protruding around it.

So I did. It was various panels of Kara talking to the locals. Even the blue women had dicks. Which, let's be real here, I thought was fucking hot. But nothing new, so I had to keep going. She couldn't help but stare, it zoomed in on her pussy and showed off how wet she was getting.

"Okay, that's a close up of a wet pussy."

"Yeah, that's part of the setup. Kara is getting horny because she doesn't understand the situation. What?" She leaned close to me, tits pressed into my shoulder, mouth right up against my ear. I could feel her lips and breath as she whispered "Is it too hot for you?" Then she leaned back and snickered, whole I got goosebumps.

"But they could've done that without a close up of her wet pussy."

"Oh come one, things show guy's tents all the time without it being porn, especially for comedic effect. And the nudity was already explained." She said like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Yeah, but this situation is clearly engineered to be porn, and fulfill a specific fetish. This is a porn artist, for gods sake!" I was using the power of being right in order to guard against how fucking horny I was.

"Sweetie, honey, my dear darling boy, porn artists are capable of making stuff that's not porn. Keep reading." She scooted her chair closer to me and leaned against me. Which I was pretty sure was just being affectionate.

"Alright, fine." It was like talking to a brick wall. A bouncy brick wall.

I continued going through, until Kara reached a restaurant in which aliens clearly acting as waiters were standing, hard dicks out, while many of the sitting patrons were sucking their cocks.

I gave her a flat look. "Blowjob bar. It's a blowjob bar."

"Keep going, keep going!" She insisted, and so I did. Kara was shocked at what was happening, especially when someone invited her to sit at a table. When she reacted incredulously, this is when they explained that no, she was mistaken. These weren't penises like humans and Kryptonians bad. These were kocks, an organ which produced very nutritious kum, which was a primary food source for the adults of the species. And which was wholly divorced from reproduction.

"See, honey? It just looks like a blowjob bar. But it's not!" She looked truly so smug. "They aren't even dicks."

"Mom. Come on. Really? This is so blatantly a not even veiled demonstration of a cum eating fetish."

"Look, kiddo, just because you get turned on by something, doesn't mean it's porn." She patted my leg, dangerously close to my dick.

"I... I..." at this point I was almost breaking. This was completely absurd.

"No shame in it! Hell, I'll admit I get turned on by some shows that aren't porn. But it's not sexual at all! It's like nursing, or milking. And those aren't sexual. It's purely for nutrition. Hell, honestly, I think humans could do this and it wouldn't be sexual. So long as it was for the protein in the cum. You know?"

My mind was melting. By the time I realized what she had said, I was already halfway to ego death. But then I realized a potential opportunity. I knew she had just as much of a desire as me to prove she was right. "Oh yeah, really?"

"Yeah! I mean, there are people who get off to drinking breast milk, but nursing isn't inherently sexual."

"You know what. I'm starting to think you might have a point. But I'm not totally sold on it. I think I'd need a real world example. Besides, I guess I should return the favor for nursing me." This would go one of two ways. Either she'd crack, and give up. Or she'd suck my fucking dick.

"Ewww! You're trying to get your Mom to suck your dick!" Shit, hadn't even considered she could get mad. "Nah, I'm just fucking with you, get up, I'll show you what I mean."

Woah. Woah. Woah.

"Okay." I stood up, and pulled down my pants, my 8 inch, uncircumcised, thick cock bouncing free, right in front of my mother's perfectly radiant face.

"Now, obviously," she said "We have to do more than just sticking your cock in my mouth and waiting for you to splooge." She laughed, like this was a dirty joke she told about something innocent.

And with that, she actually did it. She grabbed my dick and put it in her mouth. Rather than rolling the foreskin back, she held it in her mouth, encasing my head in wet, glorious warmth. Then she stuck her tongue in between the head and the foreskin and swirled it around. I couldn't help but tilt my head back and moan. She pulled back and smiled that radiant smile, pulling the foreskin back and rubbing my lubricated head against her big, shiny teeth. It was warm and smooth. Then she spoke, her lips and tongue flicking across the head as she did. "See, honey? This isn't a blowjob, I'm just trying to get the cum out so I can add it to my breakfast. Your dick tastes really good, by the way. And with that, she pushed forward all the way, pressing her nose into my pelvis and gagging a little bit. Her eyes were filled with mirth, like this was some sort of joke. She pulled back with a wet pop and I moaned. "Even if it looks a lot like one, just like the comic."

"I- uh... I don't know Mom, feels a lot like a blowjob." She rolled her eyes as she stroked my wet, shiny cock against her perfect lips.

"Well if course you can feel it, you have nerves. Sexuality is about attitude. Even a touch on the arm can be sexual if done with the right attitude. Conversely:" She licked from my balls, up my shaft, and took the head back in her mouth. She put her tongue into my foreskin again, licking at the underside of my cock. It jumped and flexed inside her mouth. She lapped harder and harder, bringing me closer and closer, then she pulled back to speak again, laying my cock across her face. The shaft pressing into her nose and cheek, the head covering one eye, as she focused on kissing my balls. "I can suck and lick your penis and testicles, and it's not sexual at all, because of the attitude.

Then, the ringing of an alarm filled the house. No, no, no way. I would be so mad if this was just a wet dream.

"Oh shit!" She said. I still didn't wake up. I then realized it was her alarm to get to work. She put my head in her mouth and went double time, bobbing her head slightly and lapping her tongue like crazy. She used both hands to stroke me with I credible velocity. She talked around my cock, and I could feel the movement of every word. "You gottah cuhm fatht okay hohney? Mommy'th gonna be lath for work!" Which pushed me right over the edge. My cock pulsed and twitched, cum not yet exploding forth, but my orgasm already begun. My balls pulled so far back into my body I would have been worried if I could feel anything but the mind melting pleasure. My legs were shaking under me, but I'd be damned if I didn't hold it together. She didn't let up one bit. Her hands flying at damn near super speeds along my shaft, my head filling her mouth with cum even as her tongue coaxed more forth. The edges of her teeth gently rubbing across the area behind my shaft. This was by far the greatest orgasm I had ever experienced.

I could hear her eagerly gulping up all my cum. Even once the loads slowed down, she kept going, gently sucking my extra sensitive head as she milked every last drop. She pulled back, and kissed the softening head. "Thanks so much! I hope I proved my point?"

I could only not in agreement as she started running for the door. "Love you sweetie! We should do that more! It was really good!"

I managed to grunt out "Luh!" As she left.