Power-Mommy

All characters are at least 18 years of age.

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Power-Woman soared high above the city. Any of the morning commuters on the streets far below waiting for the traffic light to change could look up and see a human figure in white stark against the azure sky, with a crimson cape flapping behind her, streaking toward the pinnacle of the tallest building in the skyline. Sharper eyes might pick out a similar figure not far behind, also in white and red, following the same approach vector.

As she reached the top of the tower, Power-Woman - also known as Karen Starr, in her civilian guise - gently touched down on one blue-booted toe and turned to face her pursuer and smiled fondly. About a hundred feet away and slowly closing the distance between them flew a younger version of herself - platinum blonde hair in a bob cut, bright blue eyes and fair skin, clad in a seamed white long-sleeved leotard, blue gloves and boots, a gold-buckled belt at the waist, and, slung over one shoulder with a medallion on a golden cord, a red cape that billowed behind them. Yet this costumed hero lacked the generous cleavage Power-Woman's costume put on display, having only a flat, pale chest. Likewise, where the statuesque superheroine had broad shoulders, bulging biceps that strained against her spandex sleeves, and muscular thighs, her sidekick was slender and lithe, with a narrow chest and wide hips, with the athleticism of a dancer.

"You've been getting faster!" Karen said, clapping her hands. "I'm so proud of you, son!"

Power-Boy - who everyone in the city also knew as Cal Starr - set down on the rooftop, stumbling as he landed awkwardly, and sighed. "I couldn't tell. It still felt like it took me twice as long to fly that stretch that it did you. I don't think I can fly any faster than that, Mom." He glanced down at the city stretching out below them and felt a surge of vertigo. "When do you get used to the heights?"

She walked toward him, reaching out her gloved hand. He stepped forward to take it, but the wind suddenly shifted, whipping his red cape around his bare legs tightly enough to trip him mid-step. Before he could so much as utter an "oof," he felt the air get knocked out of his lungs as his mother caught him in her strong arms. He clung to her body, which felt twice as thick as his own, and that was before accounting for her enormous breasts, which now pressed against his cheek. His mother had put on a few extra pounds since giving birth to her son eighteen years ago; a bit of flab that stubbornly clung to her belly, hips, and butt despite how actively she exercised. Just the other day she noticed that she'd even developed a bit of cellulite where her callipygean buttocks folded over her tree-thick thighs. But beneath the softness of her motherly pudge remained the steely musculature of her extraterrestrial anatomy, strengthened by a lifetime of bombardment by the rays of Earth's yellow sun. Not only was she far, far stronger than Cal, Karen towered over her son by at least a foot, adding to his feelings of inferiority.

Cal glanced up over the shapely mounds of his mother's full breasts - which fought to escape the strained confines of her leotard's cleavage window as they pushed up against him - and found himself looking into her affectionate gaze. Being held by his super-powered mother sparked a vivid sense-memory of how she would hold him when he was younger, though now that he was nearly out of his teens, it felt deeply embarrassing to him. Especially now that neither of them had anything between their bodies but two ultrathin layers of lycra.

"I've gotcha, kid," Power-Woman said. Cal knew his mother meant it to encourage him, but he couldn't help feeling like she was being patronizing. His cheeks flushed with warmth.

"Mom," Power-Boy sighed in frustration, "why do I have to wear this costume? Couldn't I have something that didn't have a big dumb cape that tripped me up all the time?"

"Aw, come on, hon," she replied. "It's not all that bad, is it? I promise you'll get used to it, once you've gotten a bit more practice in action with it. People react to the cape, you know? It's a symbol of heroism, cheesy as that might sound." She reached down to pluck his cape loose. "Also, it can get pretty chilly up on these building tops. Are you cold?" She began to rub his bare leg.

"Um," he said haltingly, "a little, maybe." As much as he hated to admit it, since they had landed he'd been doing everything he could to keep from shivering. He had goosebumps on his bare chest and upper thighs.

"Sorry, babe," she said, and drew her own cape up behind him, wrapping him in it like a blanket as she held him against herself for warmth. "Just give it a moment. I usually run a bit hot, myself. Probably the result of soaking up so many rays all these years. Our alien physiology makes us like solar panels." She gave him a sympathetic look. "Don't worry, you're still a growing boy - even more so than humans your age."

He heaved a miserable sigh. "That's what you said last year. And the year before that. I don't think I'm going to 'develop' any more than I have, Mom."

"Nonsense," she said, hugging him close. "You're just a late bloomer, that's all. Give it some time. You're probably going to end up bigger and stronger than me before you know it."

Cal clung to his mother's voluptuous body. He could feel the strength in her powerful arms around him, and somehow it made him feel even weaker. It wasn't just that he felt weaker than her by comparison - which he was by all objective measures - but being held by his super-powered mother in this way intensified his sense of inadequacy as an adult, much less as a superhero. How was he supposed to fight crime when he felt like such a Momma's boy?

And that was to say nothing of the costume he wore. Even as his mother held him tight against her, he was aware of the way his white leotard was gradually riding up between his tautly clenched butt cheeks. Every time their capes flapped he felt a cold breeze against his effectively bare bottom. And as Power-Woman's embrace pulled the thong of his leotard up tighter, it also grew more snug against his most private parts.

"But Mom," Cal whined. "Do I really need to wear this particular costume? Can't I have one that's a bit less...you know..." He winced as he squeaked out the word. "Feminine?"

Karen shook her head. "I see, girls can wear boys' outfits but boys can't wear girls' outfits, huh? Funny, that never seemed to bother you before I caught you trying on my costume in private." Cal winced at the memory of his mother unexpectedly arriving home early and finding him in her bedroom, wearing her costume and posing as he admired himself in her full-length mirror. "You seemed to think you looked pretty good in it then," she said.

Cal didn't have the nerve to admit to his mother that he'd only been trying on Power-Woman's costume because he'd intended to masturbate in it. After seeing his powerful, statuesque mother in the skintight, colorful outfit so many times, he'd grown fascinated by the sleek and stretchy texture of it, and the way it put so many of her features on display: her long, muscular legs; her ample yet athletic ass; and of course, her crevasse-like cleavage. And though he'd never admit it to anyone, something about slipping into what was clearly designed to be a woman's supersuit struck him as taboo and erotic. After feeling it hugging and caressing his body, seeing in the mirror the way it actually flattered his form in ways he hadn't expected, he had been a few seconds away from slipping his gloved fingers under the white elastic seam and stroking his penis when he heard his mother open the door.

Power-Boy's cheeks and ears heated up, and he hoped his mother wouldn't notice the rising temperature in his face. As it turned out, he had nothing to worry about - it wasn't his blushing that caught her attention.

"Cal," Karen said, looking down at him. "Are you getting an erection?"

He couldn't help it. The memory of the first time he put on his mother's supersuit was still a potent one for him, and now here he was wearing it out in public, where anyone could see him. And more humiliating, being held by his mother as she wore the same outfit, secure in her embrace, pressed up against her full breasts, and nearly wrapping his bare legs around her massive, muscular, and equally bare thigh, Cal couldn't keep his body from reacting.

He couldn't think of anything to say that would remedy the awkwardness of the moment. His mother, however, didn't react the way he expected.

"This is actually relevant to something I've been needing to discuss with you," she said. "I've been putting it off, because I didn't want to discourage you from following in my footsteps. I know you've been feeling like you don't measure up, so I didn't want to say something that would validate that fear for you. But, I don't think it's something I can avoid any longer, if you're going to go patrolling with me."

"You know, honey," Karen said, continuing to hold him close to her, with her cape wrapped around their bodies. "In this line of work, you're going to have to deal with a lot of unsavory people. Criminals are bad enough, but when they develop super powers, that can mess with them in ways. Some of them are criminals by way of bad circumstances, and maybe you can reason with them, but some supervillains..." She met her son's wide-eyed gaze. "Some supervillainesses will try to take advantage of any weakness you may have. In your case especially, they may try to take advantage of your...well, your inexperience with women. And your, um, *desire* for women."

Cal shifted against her, trying to adjust his growing girth. His mother's words instantly flooded his imagination with the many pictures he'd looked at on the internet of sexy supervillainesses - the Cat, the Harlequin, and (rather embarrassingly) the Divinity, a dark-haired evil clone of his own mother. For an excruciating moment, he wondered if his mother knew how frequently he'd masturbated to those images, or knew about the extensive folders full of pics he'd been collecting on his laptop. To his mortification, his erection began to throb against his mother's thigh.

"That little bulge," Karen said, "is a weakness they will notice. I've seen how you look at girls you like, and I've sensed the rising temperature in your body and the physiological response you have when you're attracted to someone. Those are just my super-senses, which not all of those villains can match."

She reached down and - to Cal's shock - took hold of his bulge between her gloved forefinger and thumb through the taut spandex crotch of his leotard. "But this," she said, in a softer voice, "is something no one can miss."

Cal's heartbeat quickened, and he felt like his face was burning. He didn't want to think about how it felt for his hard penis to be touched by his own mother, but he couldn't convince himself that it felt anything other than delicious. Scandalously so. He swallowed hard.

"Like you said, my costume was designed for a woman's physique. It isn't really ideal for hiding your boy parts. And when you get aroused..." She let the implication hang in the air between them. "Well, until we can get you a costume that's more tailored to accomodate this little guy, we're going to have to deal with it in a more, um, unorthodox way."

Power-Boy's lips parted as though he had meant to say something, but no sound came out. Karen could feel his heartbeat racing as he pressed against her body. She slowly and deliberately began to move her hand back and forth, achingly slowly up and down his thrumming member. Despite his shame, Power-Boy couldn't prevent himself from bucking his hips in time with her stroking, attempting to maximize the surge of pleasure his super-powered mother was giving him. "That's it," Karen cooed. "It likes being in Mommy's hand, doesn't it?"

Cal whimpered, "Wh-what if someone sees?" His heartbeat fluttered with panic as he considered the possibility of some journalist with a telescoping camera lens or super-fan with a telescope caught sight of them now.

"Our capes are wrapped around us," she said. "No one can see what I'm doing right now. But keep that fear that you're feeling in mind, Cal. If I could do this, a supervillainess could do the same thing to you. And even if you didn't want her to take advantage of you like this, do you really think you'd be able to stop her? Look at yourself - you've gotten this hard from touching my body, and even though I can sense how conflicted you feel about being masturbated by your own mother, you're rubbing yourself against me like a dog humping a leg."

Cal groaned as humiliation washed over him. "I'm sorry, Mom, I can't help it," he whined.

"I know, honey," Karen said, kissing his forehead gently. "That's my point. So long as you're young and horny and susceptible to super-powered seduction, you'll be putting us both in danger every time you're in the field." She smiled suddenly, but she didn't slow the pace of her manual stimulation of his member. "I know one way I can help prevent that, though."

Her son risked looking up at her again. "Do...do you mean...?"

Power-Woman nodded. "Every time we're about to go on patrol," she said, "I'll take your little penis into my hand and masturbate you until you ejaculate."

If Cal's cheeks hadn't already been crimson, they must certainly have become so upon hearing those words in his mother's voice. His sense of emasculation felt overpowering, and his footing unsteady as he wobbled in her grip. His erect penis strained against its spandex prison within his mother's grip. She rotated her wrist so that the sensitive underside of his penis rubbed against her muscular bare thigh through the thin material as she continued to pump him up and down.

"Mom," Cal pleaded, his voice rising an octave, "this is so embarrassing! I'm supposed to be a superhero... What kind of superhero gets m-masturbated by his own mother?" His misery weighed heavily in his voice, but his rigid cock felt heavenly against her powerful bare leg, and stimulated so capably and confidently by her loving hand.

"No one will know, silly," Power-Woman said. "And it's just a protective measure, to ensure that you're fully drained of all that mind-clouding sperm." She smiled mischievously and winked. "It's not as though you're becoming my boyfriend or something."

Cal's penis bobbed excitedly within his mother's grip. It was difficult for him not to imagine that very thing, now that she put it into his head. And especially with that flirtatious expression. The twinge of taboo, though it should have made him lose his arousal, to his dismay only served to stimulate him further. Sure, he'd had thoughts about the costume, and perhaps once or twice he'd found himself imagining what it might be like if the Divinity had captured him and forced him to become her lover. But she was just a clone of his mother, not actually her, so was that really incest? So what if he'd masturbated to that fantasy a few times. That didn't mean he wanted his own Mom to take him as her sexual partner...

Cal squirmed against his mother's thigh, feeling the thong of his white leotard riding even more tightly up between his buttocks, stretched over his taut scrotum, and rubbing against the crown of his engorged cock. He whimpered, biting his lower lip in a mixture of frustration, humiliation, and need. He tried to push the mental image away, but the thought of his mother pulling aside the seamed crotch of her white leotard and guiding his erection between her wet, puffy pussy lips proved difficult for him to forget. Especially since he was already experiencing most of the scenario he imagined. Already he was in her embrace, his face pressed against her pillowy breasts, straddling her muscular thigh like he was riding a horse. All she had to do to conform to his perverted little fantasy was move her fingers a few inches to the side and peel back her leotard for him.

"I know it's a little embarrassing for you," Power-Woman said in a husky voice. "Being masturbated by your Mommy. But you know that I love you very much and I'd do anything to protect you. Power-Mommy won't let any of those naughty supervillainesses take advantage of her sexy little sidekick."

In the midst of his haze of embarrassment and erotic pleasure, Cal pictured those supervillainesses - the Cat, the Harlequin, the Divinity - all witnessing his mother's intimate ministrations, and hearing the baby talk she directed at him. He'd previously imagined each of them in a dozen fantastic scenarios wherein they that accepted his cock into their pussies, moaned in pleasure and delight as he thrust his pole into them again and again, proving his strength and virility to them until he drove them to orgasm. But now, all he could imagine them doing was laughing at him, watching him be masturbated and rubbed against his mother's leg, helpless to conceal or resist his shameful, forbidden desire for his 'Mommy.' Those sophisticated, dangerous, seductive sirens in their brazenly provocative skintight tights, bodystockings, and fetish gear, would never allow him to have sex with them after seeing how he submitted sexually to his own mother.

Cal's panic rose as he felt the urgency of his arousal rising. A tightness was boiling in his scrotum and he knew that he was about to pass the point of no return. He made a strangled gasp, "M-Mommy, I'm...I'm gonna..."

Power-Woman turned away from Power-Boy, pointing his throbbing tent toward the rooftop spire, and holding him at the waist so they were hip-to-hip. He frantically grasped at his mother, wrapping his arm around her waist but clapping his hand over her callipygean buttock. He squeezed her soft cheek firmly enough that Karen made a little "ooo" sound, pursing her lips in surprise at her son's lust. She plucked aside the crotch of his leotard, freeing his erect penis as it trembled, the vein along its side visibly pulsing. Cal began to hyperventilate as his mother exposed his rigid cock to the cool air, and she took its modest length into her gloved hand, firmly masturbating him.

"Go ahead, Power-Boy. Cum for your Power-Mommy, honey. Show me how hard you can spurt for me. Show me how much cum you want to give to your Power-Mommy. Let it all out, spurt-spurt-spurt!"

Power-Boy, feeling immeasurably emasculated and deeply, undeniably sexually stimulated, and held snugly against his superheroic mother with her free hand around his waist, convulsed in her grip. He arched his back as his leotard thong rode tight against his anus, held up between his butt cheeks in part by his mother's arm around his back, and his hips bucked against the air as she pumped him off. He cried out as several milky white jets of semen arced into the air, spattering and splattering across the rooftop in thick, creamy dollops. He ejaculated several times, each time hearing Power-Woman's encouraging voice urging him to cum for her, until at last she pumped out the last of what his slender body had to give, and he went slack in her strong arm.

"Good job, honey!" she said, hugging him. "You came so much for me; that's perfect! So now, once you've caught your breath, we can both focus on crimefighting with our minds clear and no worries about telltale little bulges popping up." Karen kissed her son.

He was still a bit dazed from the exertion of his ejaculation, and his mind was a fuzzy mix of confusion and embarrassment, but Power-Boy could have sworn that before breaking off her maternal kiss, his mother slipped the tip of her tongue between his parted lips.