Chapter 1: The Ordinary World
Diana dusted of her bright red and golden costume, the remnants of a day spent saving the world. The sun was setting, casting a warm glow over the city, but she felt no warmth within. Her body was ached from the day's exertions, her mind a whirlwind of thoughts and worries. She was Diana Prince, Wonder Woman, and she had spent her life fighting for justice and truth. Yet, she found herself longing for something more, something deeper. She needed release, and not just from the physical exertions of her heroic deeds.
She was lounging on the couch, her curvaceous body draped in a silky black robe that left little to the imagination. Her red hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her blue eyes held a spark of something more than just exhaustion Her ample bosom spilling out of the robe, she looked like a goddess, a siren, calling out to the unsuspecting. But she was no mere siren, she was Diana, and she was tired of being alone.
Ethan, her son, entered the room, his blue eyes mirroring hers, his kind heart evident in his gentle smile. He was a handsome young man, with a mop of dark hair and a lean, muscular body. He was a final year master's student in psychology, and he had his mother's intelligence and kindness. But there was something different about him since a few weeks, a tension in his shoulders, a hesitancy in his step.
He was usually the one to lighten the mood, to make her laugh with his wit and charm. But today, he was quiet, his eyes darting away from hers, his hands fidgeting with the hem of his shirt.
"Ethan," she called out, her voice a low purr, "you're not your usual self. What's on your mind, sweetheart?"
He didn’t respond immediately, and when he did he brushed it off with a casual, "Nothing much, Mom. Just the usual academic stress."
Diana raised an eyebrow, a small smile playing on her lips. "Ethan, you've always been an open book to me. You can't hide your thoughts from your mother."
Ethan said to her, “It’s nothing mom. I’m just a bit stressed with my thesis.”
Diana leaned forward, her eyes narrowing slightly. "Ethan, you've always been honest with me. You know I can tell when something's bothering you. And I know it's not just your thesis."
Ethan sighed, running a hand through his hair. "It's just... I've been feeling a bit... restless lately. Like there's something I want, but I can't quite put my finger on it."
Diana's eyes softened, and she reached out, taking his hand in hers. "Ethan, you know you can tell me anything. And if you don’t you know what happens”. Ethan chuckled, pushing his hair out of his eyes. “I’m just a bit confused, Mom. I’ve been feeling like I’m missing something, you know?”
Diana nodded, her eyes never leaving his. “I understand, Ethan. Sometimes, it’s hard to put our feelings into words. But I want you to know that you can always come to me. I’m here for you, no matter what.”
Ethan looked down at their entwined hands, his thumb tracing circles on her skin. “Let it go mom” he said, “I’ll figure it out eventually. I always do.”
Diana smiled, but there was a hint of something else in her eyes. “I know you will, sweetheart. But sometimes, we need a little help to see things clearly. And I have just the thing to help you.”
She reached into the pocket of her robe, pulling out a length of golden rope. It shimmered in the fading light, its intricate pattern catching the eye. Ethan knew he was in a little bit of trouble . He had seen his mother use that rope before, but never on him. "Mom, what are you doing?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
The rope in her hand was the Lasso of Truth, a relic of her Amazonian heritage. It was said to compel anyone it touched to speak the truth, no matter how much they might want to hide it.
Diana said, “well since you are having forming the words, let’s have the lasso help you force them out”. Ethan knew , now she would know what he was thinking, why he had been distracted. She would know the dirty, filthy fantasies he had been dreaming of the world’s most beautiful woman, his mom. And he would be telling it to her face, because of the lasso.
Diana tossed the lasso gently, its golden threads unraveling in the air before settling around Ethan's wrist. He gasped, his eyes widening as the truth began to course through him, forcing its way up from the depths of his being.
"Mom," he started, his voice hoarse, "you don't know what you're doing."
Diana smiled, her eyes never leaving his. "I know exactly what I'm doing, Ethan. I want to help you. I want to understand what's been bothering you."
Ethan took a deep breath, his body tensing as the truth fought its way out. "Mom, I... I've been having these thoughts. These feelings. I can't...” Ethan stammered, his face flushing a deep crimson. “I can't stop thinking about you, Mom. About... about your body. About what I want to do to it.”
Diana's breath hitched in her throat, her eyes widening slightly. She had suspected, of course, but hearing it from Ethan's lips, forced out by the Lasso of Truth, was something else entirely. She didn’t know where this was going. She was shell shocked. She could hear her heart thundering in her chest.
“What do you mean?” She asked. Ethan struggled to keep the words inside him, they flowed like a stream, a slew of extremely filthy sexual scenarios. He was embarrassed, but the lasso wouldn't let him stop. "I want to see you bent over at the Justice League headquarters, while I fuck you from behind and you scream for everyone to hear how you’re going to cum on your son’s cock. I want to see you every morning at my bed, on your knees waiting for my cum. Mom, I want to pound your holes, every one of them especially that tight ass of yours. I want you dripping my cum from everywhere. God I just want my hands all over you” Ethan’s words kept
flowing, his face a picture of embarrassment and desire. Diana, on the other hand, was a whirlwind of emotions. She was shocked, what the hell was her son thinking, what had led him to think such things? How could her own son, her own flesh and blood, have such thoughts about her? She was his mother, for god's sake!
“Jesus, Ethan what is going on with you?” She asked, her voice barely above a whisper, her mind racing. She was trying to process what she had just heard, what her son had just said. She was trying to make sense of it all, but it was like trying to grasp smoke. She was trying to reconcile the image of her son, the kind, loving, intelligent young man she knew, with the filthy, perverse thoughts that were now pouring out of him. She was trying to understand how her own body, her own flesh and blood, could inspire such desires in her son.
Ethan still under the lasso’s influence let out the most flirtatious, the most honest and flattering truths about Diana. “ Mom, you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. Your curves, your red hair, your blue eyes, they’re all perfect. I can’t stop thinking about you. I want to fuck you, Mom. I want to make you scream, to make you beg for more. I want to be inside you, to feel you tighten around me, to feel you cum on my cock. I want you to get addicted to my cock and my cum like I am to your body”. He paused to catch his breath and continued, “Mom your lips, they are truly the most perfect cock sucking lips. You ass, god, it’s so tight and firm, I can’t stop imagining how it would feel wrapped around me. And your tits, they’re so big and full, I want to bury my face in them, to suck on your nipples until you scream. I want to make you mine. I want to fill you with my cum, to make you my little cumslut. I want to fuck you until you’re dripping with my cum. I want to make you my little cumslut, Mom.” By the time both he finished both of them were gasping.
Ethan from having spewn all the dirty fantasies and Diana , from the utter shock. She had been caught astounded while fighting supervillains, while saving the world. She hadn’t expected to be astounded by her son, not like this.
As her son was describing his fantasies, a picture was being painted in her mind , her mind conjuring up vivid live imagery of him using her. Her body covered in his cum while he fucked her in front of the entire Justice league.
She forced her back into the reality, in her living room. With her son.
“Whoa, where is this coming from son?” she wanted to know. She had similar fantasies, to be fucked rough, to be made a vessel for pleasure. She had had dreams of being used for days and days, without respite , until every inch of her was covered in cum and her holes leaked and dripped. But that came from working with such ripped superheroes, spending hours with them. Where was all this coming from for her son.
She had never seen him like this, never heard him speak like this. She asked again.
"Ethan, where is this coming from? I never knew you felt this way." Her voice was soft, barely above a whisper, as if she was afraid that speaking too loudly would shatter the delicate balance they were teetering on.
Ethan, still under the influence of the Lasso of Truth, looked at her with a vulnerability that made her heart ache. "I don't know, Mom. I've always found you attractive, but it's only recently that these thoughts... these desires... they've become overwhelming. I can't control them anymore."
Diana's mind was a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. She loosened the Lasso of Truth from Ethan's wrist, the golden threads retracting back into her hand like a snake returning to its basket.
She stood up from the couch, her robe falling open, revealing the soft, creamy skin of her thighs. Ethan's eyes followed the movement, his gaze lingering on the expanse of flesh before snapping back up to her face.
"Mom," he started, his voice hoarse, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to... I didn't want to...make you uncomfortable. The lasso had me speak it all, I couldn’t control it.”
Diana looked at his pained face, and said “and what? You’d have kept it bottled, let those thoughts distance us?” , her face showed the turmoil, she didn’t want her son to get alienated from her. She wanted to understand, to help him.
Ethan looked down, his hands fidgeting with the hem of his shirt. “I didn’t want to make things weird between us, Mom. I love you, and I didn’t want to risk losing that.”
Diana reached out, her hand cupping his chin and lifting his face up to hers. “Ethan, we won’t let it get weird. We’re going to talk about this, understand it, and then we’ll decide what to do. But first, let's get some fresh air.” As she lifted his face, Ethan looked ahead and found himself very close to her almost naked tits.
He could see the soft, creamy flesh of her breasts, the dark nipples peeking out from the silky robe. He felt a surge of desire, his cock stirring in his pants. He looked away quickly, his face flushing a deep crimson. “Mom, I can’t... I can’t look at you like that. Not now.” he stammered.
Diana smiled, her eyes softening. “It’s okay, Ethan. I understand. Let’s go to the balcony. The fresh air will do us good.”
She led him to the sliding glass door, the city lights twinkling below them like a million stars.
The balcony was a sanctuary, a place of peace and quiet amidst the chaos of the city. She slid the door open, the cool night air rushing in, carrying with it the scent of rain and the faint hum of distant traffic. Ethan followed her out, his eyes wide and uncertain.
The balcony was a small oasis, a lush green space amidst the concrete jungle. A small table and two chairs sat in the corner, a potted plant in the center. Diana sat down, her robe falling open to reveal her creamy thighs. Ethan hesitated, then sat down across from her, his hands fidgeting with the hem of his shirt.
Diana looked at him, her eyes soft and understanding. “Okay, so you like my body. Fine. I know it’s good to look at. What else?” She asked, calming her son’s nerves. Ethan looked at her, his eyes reflecting the city lights, his voice barely above a whisper. “Mom, I... I know my desires are crazy. But when I look at you, all I want is to use your holes, just fuck you until you know nothing but the pleasure of my cock”, Ethan mumbled.
Diana kept her cool, not wanting to scare him off. “Ethan, it’s okay. I want to understand. You want to fuck me, right? To use my body for your pleasure?” she asked, her voice steady and calm.
Ethan nodded, not trusting himself to speak and not wanting to offend his mother with his filthy thoughts.
Diana took a deep breath, her ample bosom rising and falling with the motion. She went back to her thoughts, the thoughts she had kept hidden from the world, and especially him. The wild dreams where she was used, where she was fucked until she couldn't stand, where she was made to drip with cum. She had kept those thoughts to herself, but now she was considering letting them out, letting them be a part of their relationship. She was considering letting him use her body, letting him fuck her until she was a puddle of cum and pleasure. She was considering letting him make her his little cumslut.
She looked at Ethan, her son, her flesh and blood. She saw the desire in his eyes, the hunger that matched her own. She saw the love, the respect, the adoration. She knew her body would be able to take anything that was dished out to it. She knew she was strong enough to handle the roughest of treatment. She knew she could take it all, and more.
“Ethan”, she said, “you know. Working with tens of hunks, those superheroes like Superman, Batman and so many more. I too have built up a reserve of fantasies. Can you imagine living with them for hours on ends, watching
them as they train, their muscles glistening with sweat, their bodies honed to perfection? It's like living in a constant state of arousal. I've learned to control it, to push it down, to keep it hidden. But it's always there, a constant hum in the back of my mind. And since you seem to have similar fantasies.
You have a cock, and I have holes that have been dreaming of getting filled. If I tell you, I won’t mind you making those fantasies real using me, then can you promise you will leave me with no regrets? Can you promise me that you will make me feel so good, so fucking good, that I won't be able to walk straight for days? Can you promise me that you will make me your little cumslut, Ethan? Can you promise me that you will fill me up so much that I will be dripping with your cum for days?"
Ethan's eyes widened, his breath hitching in his throat. He looked at his mother, this goddess before him, offering herself to him, offering to make his wildest dreams a reality. He could hardly believe it. Wonderwoman, his mother, the most powerful woman he knew, was offering herself to him. He could feel the heat rising in his cheeks, his heart pounding in his chest. He was a man, a grown man, and he was about to take the most beautiful woman he knew, his own mother, and make her his. He could feel the blood rushing to his cock, his body responding to the thought of what was about to happen.
"Mom," he started, his voice barely above a whisper, "I... I don't know what to say. I... I can't believe you're offering yourself to me like this."
Diana smiled, her eyes soft and understanding. "Ethan, it's okay. You know with being a superhero I can’t just go to anyone, date anyone. My body has needs that aren’t being met, and those needs are dirty, filthy and perverted. Luckily , so are yours. So if you really meant what you want to do to my body, well here it is” Diana said. Ethan paused and looked at her then back towards the cityscape. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. His mother, the woman he had admired and loved his entire life, was offering herself to him. She was offering to fulfill his wildest fantasies, to let him use her body for his pleasure. He looked at her, her red hair cascading over her shoulders, her blue eyes shining in the city lights, her ample bosom spilling out of the black robe. She was a goddess, a vision of beauty and power, and she was his for the taking.
When Ethan didn’t move, Diana crawled up to him, discarding her robe. Her huge tits jiggled as she crawled on the smooth balcony floor, towards Ethan.
Her son, who was sitting on the chair looking visibly shocked. Her nipples were hard, as was her clit. She could feel the wetness between her legs, the ache in her pussy, the need for release, the need to be fucked, and the need to be used. More than anything, she wanted to be ethically fucked by her son. She wanted to let him use her body for his pleasure, to let him fuck her until she was a dripping, cum-filled mess.
She moved closer, her body glistening in the moonlight, her skin bare and smooth. She could see the bulge in his pants, the way his cock strained against the fabric, begging for release. As she pulled his pants down to reveal his mammoth cock, bigger than one she ever had, she whispered into his ears “I don’t have a gag reflex. Make of that what you will”. Ethan was adjusting to the fact that his mother was crawling up to his cock, naked, her curves swaying with her movements. And Diana was admiring the huge cock between her son’s leg. She was proud for having given birth to that, and was excited that soon it would enter all her holes to make her scream.
“Umm what did you say mum” Ethan asked, his voice trembling with excitement and nervousness. Diana smiled, her eyes locked onto his cock. “I said, I don’t have a gag reflex. You can fuck my throat, and I won’t choke. I’ll take it all, Ethan. I’ll take every inch and I’ll love every minute of it.”
Ethan took in the sight of his mother, naked and eager, her body glistening in the moonlight. He looked down, she was crawling onto her knees, getting right on level with his cock. He could feel the heat radiating from her body, the scent of her arousal filling his nostrils. He was overwhelmed, his heart pounding in his chest, his breath coming in short gasps. He looked at her, this goddess before him, offering herself to him, and he knew he couldn't resist.
He reached out, his hand trembling slightly as he cupped her cheek. Her skin was soft, warm, and he could feel the faint beat of her pulse beneath his fingertips. She leaned into his touch, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment before opening again, locking onto his gaze.
“Have you ever had someone deepthroat you, Ethan?” she asked, her voice a low purr, her eyes never leaving his.
Ethan shook his head, his breath hitching as she leaned in closer, her lips brushing against the tip of his cock. “No, Mom. I’ve never... No one ever has been able to”.
Diana smiled, her tongue darting out to lick the precum beading at the tip of his cock. “Well, who better to do it than your own mother?
I promise you, Ethan, I won't disappoint." Diana whispered, her breath hot on his skin. She could see the anticipation in his eyes, the hunger, the desire. She knew he wanted this, needed this, and she was more than willing to give it to him.
Ethan's hands found their way into her hair, his fingers tangling in the red locks as he guided her head down onto his cock. Diana took her time, savoring the moment, the feel of him in her mouth. She could taste the salt of his skin, the musk of his arousal, and it only served to heighten her own desire. Every inch of his cock was hard, and it didn’t seem to have an end. It was at least ten inches long, thick and veiny. Diana could feel it throbbing in her mouth as she took it deeper, her throat stretching to accommodate him. She could feel the head of his cock pressing against the back of her throat, and she relaxed her muscles, allowing it to slide in further. She could feel him pulsing in her mouth, his cock twitching as she took him deeper and deeper.
Ethan's grip on her hair tightened, his fingers tangling in the red locks as he guided her head up and down on his cock. She was surprised how calm and still he was, she was trying to suck on his big cock and he just… sat there. He was enjoying it, thoroughly so. But there was not a single shred of strain on his face, he let her move her lips up and down his cock at her own pace. Diana was surprised, she had expected him to be more eager, more aggressive. But he was patient, letting her explore his cock with her mouth, letting her take her time. She could feel his eyes on her, watching her as she sucked him off, and it only served to heighten her own arousal. She could feel the wetness between her legs, her pussy aching with need as she took his cock deeper and deeper into her throat.
Diana looked up at Ethan, her eyes watering slightly as she took him as deep as she could. She could see the hunger in his eyes, the desire, but also something else. Something softer, something more tender.
She could see it in the way he looked at her, the way his hands held her head with a gentleness that belied the power in his body. He was holding back, she realized. He was being careful with her, treating her with a reverence that she had not expected. It was as if he was afraid that if he let go, if he gave in to the desire that was burning in his eyes, he would hurt her. And that realization, that understanding of his care for her, made her heart ache with love for him.
She reached up, her hand covering his on her cheek. She could feel the callouses on his palm, the strength in his fingers. Beyond his love, there was more, her son was a stud and he wasn’t going to be flustered by her blowjob, even though it was the stuff of dreams, literally. He was going to use her, and use her well. She redoubled her efforts , sucking his cock. He remained calm and watched her with a smile on his face. She could feel the heat rising in her cheeks, the desire burning in her belly. She wanted to make him lose control, she wanted to see him unravel. She wanted to see the beast that lay beneath the surface, the one that matched her own wild desires.
She took him deeper, her throat relaxing to accommodate him fully. She could feel him hitting the back of her throat, could feel the head of his cock pressing against her tonsils. She held him there, her eyes watering as she looked up at him, her lips stretched wide around his girth.
Ethan's smile stayed, his hands resting on her head.
He was enjoying this, she could tell. But he was also in control, and she loved that. She loved the way he was taking his time, the way he was savoring her mouth. She loved the way he was treating her with such care, such reverence. It was a stark contrast to the wild, filthy thoughts that had been swirling in her mind, and it only served to heighten her own desire.
She looked up at him, her eyes watering slightly as she took him deeper. She held him there, her eyes locked onto his, her lips stretched wide around his girth. He was looking at her, seeing through her that she was relishing it, being made to take his cock, to serve him.
She was his mother, the strongest woman he knew, and she was on her knees, taking his cock like a good little slut. He could feel the power in her, the strength, the control. And yet, she was submitting to him, offering herself to him, letting him use her body for his pleasure. It was a heady feeling, one that he had never experienced before. He felt like a god, a king, a ruler of her body. And he was going to take full advantage of it.
He reached down, his hand cupping her chin as he guided her head up and down on his cock. He could feel her throat working, her lips stretching to accommodate his girth. True to her words, she was not having any trouble dealing with his length , her throat relaxing to take him in completely. He could feel the heat of her mouth, the wetness of her tongue as she swirled it around the head of his cock, teasing him, driving him wild.
Diana looked up at him, giddy to be made a plaything, a toy for her son's pleasure. She could feel the power dynamics shifting, the roles reversing. She was no longer the mother, the protector, the savior. She was the object of his desire, the vessel for his pleasure. And she loved it. She loved the way it made her feel, the way it made her body ache with need.
She could feel the wetness between her legs, her pussy throbbing with desire as she took his cock deeper and deeper into her throat. She could feel the head of his cock pressing against the back of her throat, could feel the veins pulsing against her tongue. She could feel him, all of him, filling her, stretching her, making her his. She had been at it for over twenty minutes, any other man, supernatural or otherwise would have blown his load by now. But Ethan was different, he was in control, he was enjoying her mouth, her body, her submission. He was savoring her, like a fine wine, and she was loving every minute of it.
Ethan's hands found their way to her breasts, the magical tits he had admired from far now at his mercy. He toyed with them, squeezed them, kneaded the flesh, caressed them. He lavished it with all the love and attention he had been holding back for so long. Diana could feel the heat rising in her cheeks, her body aching with need as she took his cock deeper and deeper into her throat.
She had been at it for what felt like an eternity, her jaw aching from the strain, her throat raw from the friction. But she didn't stop, she couldn't stop. For the first time, a man could take what she had to offer and not go limp in seconds. Her son, instead, was going on, unrelenting on her mouth, his cock hard as a rock while she had been moving her head up and down on it for
what felt like hours. Diana was amazed at his stamina, his control, and his sheer size. She had never taken a cock this big before, not even close. She had always been the one in control, the one setting the pace, the one calling the shots. But now, she was at her son's mercy, and she loved it.
Ethan's hands moved from her breasts to her hair, his fingers tangling in the red locks as he guided her head up and down on his cock. He was taking control now, his hips moving in rhythm with her mouth, his cock sliding in and out of her throat with ease.
With his cock lodged in her, he slowly got onto his feet. Diana, still on her knees, looked up at him, her lips stretched wide around his cock. He looked like Adonis, a god befitting her. A man who would finally take her, and make her beg as he fucked her into submission.
Ethan's hands gripped her head more solidly this time, he began to move her head like a ragdoll, up and down his length. Diana wondered when did her son get so strong . She was a goddess, a superhero, and yet, he was able to control her with such ease. She felt like a toy, a plaything , and she was coming to terms with being treated as such. Her son kept moving her head on his big fat cock like she was a fleshlight. His cock was hard from tip to the base, thicker than any she had seen before. While he kept using her, making her mewl and coo on his cock, he didn’t seem anywhere close to cumming. Diana on the other hand was drenched and was close to cumming just by being used , by being face fucked.
She could feel the heat building in her belly, the pressure in her pussy. The next time Ethan bottomed out in her throat, Diana came and came hard, while her son leisurely fucked her mouth with long strokes.
He didn't stop, didn't even slow down. He just kept going, his cock sliding in and out of her throat with ease, as if he had been doing this all his life. Diana could feel the waves of pleasure crashing over her, her body convulsing as she rode out her orgasm. But Ethan didn't let up, he didn't even acknowledge it. He just kept using her mouth, his cock sliding in and out of her throat with a steady rhythm. Diana was gushing, her juices drenching the floor beneath, wetting her knees where she knelt. Her eyes watered, her nose ran, but she didn't stop. She couldn't stop. She was lost in the sensation, in the feeling of being used, of being a plaything for her son's pleasure. It was dirty, it was filthy, it was wrong, but it felt so right.
The way her son had been using her, pumping his big hard cock in her tight throat , had sent her into a frenzy of pleasure. She had come hard, her body convulsing as waves of ecstasy washed over her. She had only dreamed of someone who could use her like this, someone who could make her feel like this. And now, here he was, her son, Ethan, fucking her mouth with a skill and stamina that belied his years. She could feel the heat building in her belly again, the pressure in her pussy growing with each thrust of his cock into her throat.
Ethan's hands were firm on her head, guiding her up and down his length with a steady rhythm. He was in control, completely and utterly in control. She could feel the power in his grip, the strength in his arms as he held her in place. She was at his mercy, completely and utterly at his mercy. No one had come close to the way her son had just taken her and had kept going. Such long and deep strokes, he wasn’t even being rough yet but she felt so thoroughly sated by someone taking control of her, ravishing her so well.
Her second orgasm was on the brink, that too just from having her face fucked by her own son.
Diana could feel the heat building in her belly again, the pressure in her pussy growing with each thrust of his cock into her throat. She could feel the wetness between her legs, her pussy throbbing with need as she took his cock deeper and deeper into her throat.
Ethan's grip on her head tightened, his fingers tangling in her hair as he picked up the pace. She gurgled some muffled words, that meant something like, “Come on, fuck my face. Wonderwoman is begging you to” , Ethan looked at her face, her eyes watering, her nose running, her lips stretched wide around his cock. He slowed down just enough so she could speak clearly while he stayed in her mouth. “Fuck my face honey, please make mommy cum again”, she said to her son as if she wasn’t The Wonderwoman . Ethan smiled, caressing her face gently and moved his hips, this time going deeper and harder. Each thrust was met with a gurgle from Diana, her eyes rolling back in pleasure. He could feel her body tensing up, her pussy clenching as she neared her third orgasm. He held her head steady, his hands gripping her hair tightly as he picked up the pace, fucking her throat with long, deep strokes. The sound of wet slapping filled the air as he pounded into her, his balls slapping against her chin.
Diana's hands found their way to his thighs, her nails digging into the flesh as she held on for dear life. She could feel the pressure building inside her, the heat in her belly growing with each thrust of his cock into her throat. As she got to the edge, Ethan thrust all his length and held her, her nose pressed at his abdomen. Diana came instantly. Still in disbelief, that her son was able to make her cum like that, she felt her pussy clench and unclench as she came. Ethan pulled out of her throat, his cock still hard and glistening with her saliva. He looked down at her, his eyes filled with a mix of awe and lust. He had never seen his mother like this, so vulnerable, so open, so completely at his mercy.
Diana, still on her knees, looked up at him, her eyes glazed over with pleasure. “Jesus son,are you sure you don’t have superpowers too? What in the world was that?” she panted. “Nobody, I mean nobody has ever made me cum like that, and that too with their cock in my mouth not even close. I’m a superhero, I’ve been with gods and demons, but I’ve never felt this way before. You’re something else, Ethan.”
Ethan smiled, his eyes never leaving hers. “I guess, it’s just that I have dreamt of your body for so long, I am giving you my best. Plus the fact that you’re my mom…” Ethan trailed off, reminding her of their taboo relationship. Diana's eyes widened, a fresh wave of arousal coursing through her at the reminder. She had been so caught up in the moment, she had almost forgotten the most thrilling aspect of their encounter - the forbidden nature of their relationship.
“Well, don’t hold back on my account,” Diana purred, her voice husky from the relentless face-fucking. “If that’s how you fuck my face, darling you’ll have me on my knees every day. I can’t believe I’ve been missing out on this all these years,” Diana mused verbally, “If you fuck my other holes just as good, son…” she paused, dipping her finger in her wet pussy and bringing it to her lips, licking it clean. “I’ll be your personal sex toy. I’ll be your in-home whore. I’ll be your cumdump.”
Ethan's eyes widened at her words, a mix of shock and arousal flashing across his face. He had never heard his mother speak like this before, never heard her use such explicit language. But there was something about it, something that sent a jolt of desire straight to his cock.
“You mean it?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. “You’d really do that for me?”
Diana nodded, her eyes never leaving his. “I would, Ethan. I would do anything for you. All my life, no man has come close to making me cum that hard, make me this wet , this desperate. And you, my son, have done it with just your cock in my mouth.” She beckoned him to her as she laid herself against the balcony, “For your cock, I will be the best cock slut that has even been. Now please make me shut up and scream on your cock” she said, her voice laced with a hunger that was almost palpable. Ethan looked at her, this goddess before him, offering herself to him completely and utterly. He could feel the desire burning in his eyes, the hunger gnawing at him. He wanted her, he wanted her more than anything he had ever wanted in his life. He wanted to claim her, to mark her as his, to make her his in every way possible.
He reached down, his hands finding her hips as he lifted her up, positioning her legs around his waist. He could feel the heat of her pussy against his cock, the wetness of her arousal coating him. He looked down at her, her red hair splayed out beneath her, her blue eyes locked onto his. She was so eager , almost impaling herself on his cock. She wanted this, she wanted him, and he was more than willing to give it to her.
He positioned himself at her entrance, his cock pressing against her wet folds. He could feel the heat of her pussy, the wetness of her arousal. Diana pulled him closer, and that meant, his cock slid in. A few inches in, she cooed, her voice like an angel 's. "Oh, Ethan, you're so big." He was, she had to admit, but she was more than ready for him. She had been craving this, craving him, for so long. She could feel him stretching her, filling her, and it was everything she had ever dreamed of and more.
Ethan's hands gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he began to move. He was gentle at first, his hips moving in slow, deliberate strokes. He wanted to savor this, to take his time and enjoy every moment of it. He wanted to make sure she was ready, that she was fully prepared for him. The woman who saved the world on a daily basis, was now on his cock, moaning for him.
Ethan could not believe how easily she had submitted to him, how willingly she had opened herself up to him. He had never seen her like this before, never seen her so vulnerable, so open, so completely at his mercy. And yet, she was not afraid. She was not ashamed. She was embracing it, embracing him, embracing the taboo nature of their relationship.
He could feel her pussy clenching around him, her muscles tightening as she adjusted to his size. He could feel the heat of her, the wetness of her arousal coating him. He could feel her heart racing, her breath coming in short gasps as she adjusted to the sensation of him inside her. He held her steady and kept fucking her, like a machine. All his dreams coming to reality, his beautiful goddess of a mother taking his cock so willingly and yet he didn’t falter.
He kept his pace steady, his strokes long and deep. Diana could feel him hitting all the right spots, her body responding to him in ways she had never experienced before. She could feel the pleasure building inside her, the heat in her belly growing with each thrust of his cock into her pussy.
Ethan's hands moved from her hips to her breasts, his fingers finding her nipples and pinching them gently. Diana gasped, her back arching as a jolt of pleasure shot through her. She could feel the wetness between her legs increasing, her pussy throbbing with need as he continued to fuck her.
"Oh, Ethan," she moaned, "You feel so good. I am cumming honey” Diana's voice was a low, throaty purr, her body tensing as she rode out her orgasm. Ethan could feel her pussy clenching around him, her muscles tightening as she came on his cock. He didn't stop, he didn't slow down. He just kept going, his hips moving in steady, powerful strokes as he fucked her through her orgasm.
Diana's hands found their way to his back, her nails digging into his flesh as she held on for dear life. She could feel the waves of pleasure crashing over her, her body convulsing as she rode out her orgasm. She could hear the sloshing sound of his cock pumping through her dripping cunt, her son hadn’t stopped? Wait he hadn’t even cum yet. She was still in the throes of her orgasm, her body convulsing, her pussy clenching around him, when she realised her son was still going, not having even once shown signs of being close or being tired . She opened her eyes, her gaze meeting his. He was looking at her, his eyes filled with a mix of awe and lust. He was enjoying this, he was enjoying her. He was enjoying making his mother cum, making her his. She could see it in his eyes, the power, the control, the sheer pleasure he was taking in this.
"Ethan," she gasped, "How are you... still going?"
He smiled at her, a slow, lazy smile that sent a shiver down her spine. "Umm, this is just how it is. A few hours of fucking, and when someone wants it then I cum on, or in them” he said all this while still fucking her, his hips moving in steady, powerful strokes. Diana was looking at him mouth agape , “You’re joking right? You can’t possibly mean that you can keep going like this for hours?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Ethan just smiled at her, his eyes never leaving hers. “No mom, why? This is just how my body works…” Ethan trailed off, his hips still moving in that steady, maddening rhythm. Diana could feel the pleasure building inside her again, the heat in her belly growing with each thrust of his cock into her pussy. She had never felt so full, so completely filled by a man before. And yet, here he was, her son, fucking her like it was the most natural thing in the world.
Diana's hands found their way to Ethan's chest, her fingers tracing the lines of his muscles. She could feel the power in him, the strength. He was young, yes, but he was also incredibly strong. She had seen him lift weights, had seen him run. But this, this was something else entirely. “And you can cum when you want? You don’t feel the need to cum right now ?” Diana asked, her voice laced with curiosity and a hint of disbelief. Ethan shook his head, his hips still moving in that steady, maddening rhythm. “No, not really. I mean, I can if I want to, but I don’t have to. It’s not like I’m going to explode or anything if I don’t.” He paused, his eyes locked onto hers. “But I do want to make you cum again, mom. I want to make you cum so hard that you forget your own name.” Diana's breath hitched at his words, a fresh wave of arousal coursing through her. “Ohhh fuck, son”, she said cumming on his cock for the second time that night. Ethan smiled at her, his hips still moving in that steady, maddening rhythm. “That's it, mom. Cum for me. Show me how much you love my cock.” Diana could feel her body responding to his words, to his touch. She could feel the pleasure building inside her again, the heat in her belly growing with each thrust of his cock into her pussy. She could feel the wetness between her legs, her pussy throbbing with need as she took him deeper and deeper inside her.
Ethan's hands moved from her hips to her thighs, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he lifted her legs higher, opening her up to him even more. “Oh, oh god, I can feel you in my stomach” she screamed, “baby, slow…slow” Diana begged, her voice barely above a whisper. Ethan looked at her, his eyes filled with concern. “Are you okay, mom? Do you want me to stop?” he asked, his voice laced with worry. Diana shook her head, her eyes locked onto his. “No, no, don’t stop. Just... go slow. I want to feel every inch of you.” Ethan nodded, his hips moving in slow, deliberate strokes. He wanted to make sure she was okay.
Diana could feel him stretching her, filling her completely. No mortal or immortal had ever had her beg, to ask for mercy. She had never felt the need to, usually her partners, even the best of them , were lucky to last a few minutes before they were left panting and spent. But Ethan, her own son, was different. He was a god among men, and she was his willing sacrifice.
Ethan's pace slowed, his hips moving in slow, deliberate strokes. Diana could feel every inch of him, every ridge and vein of his cock as it slid in and out of her.
"Oh, Ethan," she moaned, her voice a low, throaty purr. “Hera, I’ve never been fucked like this, my mind is so blank , I can’t think straight. I can’t believe I’ve been missing out on this all these years. I can’t believe I’ve been saving the world without this, without you.” Diana's words were a string of incoherent thoughts, her mind a whirlwind of pleasure and desire. She could feel the heat building inside her again, the pressure in her pussy growing with each thrust of his cock into her.
Ethan's hands moved to her ass, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he lifted her higher, his cock sliding even deeper into her. Diana gasped, her eyes widening as she felt him hit a spot inside her that made her see stars. “Whoa, whoa , whoa,” she panted, her hands gripping his arms. “What was that?” Ethan chuckled, his hips slowing to a stop. “That, mom, is the tip of my cock pushing on your cervix. It’s a sensitive spot, and it feels amazing when you’re really turned on.” He looked down at her, his eyes filled with a mix of amusement and lust. “You like that, don’t you?”
Diana nodded, her breath coming in short gasps. “Yes, I do. It feels... incredible. I’ve never felt anything like it before.” She could feel the wetness between her legs, her pussy throbbing with need as she took him deeper and deeper inside her.
Ethan smiled, his hips moving again, this time in slow, deliberate strokes. “Good. Because I want to make sure you know you need to come back to my cock”. Diana snickered, grinning at him between loud moans . “Oh, Ethan, you’re so sure of yourself. I like it.” She could feel the pleasure building inside her again, the heat in her belly growing with each thrust of his cock into her pussy.
“Gah, I’ cumming, I’m cumming, I’m cumming” Diana chanted, her body tensing as she rode out her third orgasm of the night. Ethan didn’t stop, he kept thrusting in her sopping wet pussy.
She was boneless, her body limp and sated, yet her pussy was glad that a huge cock was still inside her. She was still cumming, her body convulsing with each thrust. Ethan’s hands moved from her ass to her waist, holding her limp body upright on his cock . He looked down at her, her red hair a wild mess around her face, her blue eyes glazed over with pleasure. She was a sight to behold, a goddess in the throes of ecstasy. He felt a surge of pride, of possession. This was his mother, his goddess, and he had made her cum like this. He had made her his.
Diana’s breath was coming in short gasps, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. Ethan’s cock was still hard inside her, still filling her completely. She could feel every ridge, every vein as he moved slowly, allowing her to adjust to his size. Since she was so spent, he carried her into the living room and sat on the couch, all the while bouncing her on his cock that was still inside her. Diana's head rested on his shoulder, her breath hot on his neck. She could feel his heart beating steadily, his body humming with energy. He was far from done with her.
"Ethan," she whispered, her voice hoarse from screaming his name earlier. "How are you still... going?"
He chuckled, his hands caressing her back gently. "I told you, mom. This is just how it is for me. I can go all night."
Diana lifted her head to look at him, her eyes wide with disbelief. "All night? As in... all night?"
Ethan nodded, a smirk playing on his lips. "Mmhmm. Do you need rest? Do you want to feel my cum? Just tell me what you need, okay” he said rubbing soothing Circles on her back. She felt herself melting into him, her body relaxing as she let go of her inhibitions. She said to him, “Just a little pause, and maybe if you could cum for me…on my…face?” She was still panting, her body glistening with sweat. Ethan looked at her, his eyes filled with a mix of surprise and lust. "You want me to cum on your face?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. Diana nodded, her eyes never leaving his. "Yes, I do. I mean you fucked me so well, you deserve to see the woman you've made cum so hard, covered in your cum. You should get to see her drenched and dripping with your seed.” Why not, he thought. He had been dying to paint her face and her tits in his cum for a while.
He had seen it in his dreams, and now it was finally happening. He sat her down on the couch and got up. His mother winced
as his cock slid out of her, a gush of their combined fluids following suit. Ethan looked down at her, his eyes filled with a mix of amusement and lust. "You're a mess, mom," he said, his voice laced with a hint of laughter. Diana looked up at him, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Well, you did make quite the mess of me, darling," she replied, her voice sultry. Ethan chuckled, shaking his head. "I guess I did." He walked over to stand atop her face, his hard cock pointing down at her. Diana looked up at him, her eyes filled with a mix of anticipation and apprehension. She had never done anything like this before, never let anyone cum on her face. But this was Ethan, her son, and she trusted him implicitly.
"Ready?" Diana nodded, her eyes locked onto his. "Yes," she said, her voice steady and sure. Ethan's hand moved to his cock, his fingers wrapping around the thick shaft. He began to stroke himself, his hand moving in long, slow strokes. Diana watched him, her eyes never leaving his cock. She could see the veins pulsing, the head glistening with pre-cum. He was going to blast her face, cover it, she knew. His large thick cock was just inches away from her face. She could feel the heat of it, the pulsating veins beneath her fingertips. She had never felt so desired, so wanted. She had never felt so alive. She was his, completely and utterly. And he was going to mark her, claim her, make her his.
Ethan's strokes grew faster, his hand moving in long, sure strokes. Diana could see the muscles in his arm tensing, could see the veins in his neck standing out as he fought to hold back. She could feel the anticipation building inside her, the heat in her belly growing with each stroke of his hand on his cock.
"Oh, Ethan," she moaned, her voice low and throaty, “Honey, please paint me, I have dreamed of getting drenched for so long”.
Ethan's grip tightened on his cock, his strokes becoming faster, more urgent. Diana could see the muscles in his stomach tensing, could see the veins in his neck standing out as he fought to hold back.
“Here it comes” he said and she saw his cock swell. The first ropes were huge, white and warm and landed on her face. The force of impact surprised her.
The ropes of cum hit her face with a force that was almost violent, splattering her cheeks, her nose, her lips. She gasped, her eyes widening as she felt the hot, sticky liquid coat her skin. She could feel it dripping down her face. The next ropes landed on her tits, just as hard and warm. She saw the ropes streaking across her huge swaying tits.
She felt the heat of his cum on her skin, the weight of it as it dripped down her cleavage. She opened her mouth, sticking out her tongue to catch the next rope, and she did, tasting the salty sweetness of him. She moaned, her eyes fluttering closed as she savored the taste of him on her tongue.
Ethan watched her, his hand still moving on his cock, milking every last drop of cum from it. He had never seen anything so beautiful, so erotic in his life. His mother, his goddess, covered in his cum, tasting it, savoring it. Diana thought he would be done, but just like he had surprised her with his stamina, he surprised her again. He was still coming, huge white ropes on her. She was getting rained on, coated in every inch of her body. She could feel it dripping down her face, her neck, her chest. She couldn’t remember any other old partner of hers being able to come so much, so hard. She had never been so thoroughly claimed, so completely owned.
When he was done drenching her, he grabbed her head and shoved his cock in her mouth and began to flood that. Diana , who had now given up on anticipating his prowess just let it happen. She opened her mouth wide and took him in, opening her throat to receive the heavy flow of his cum. She felt it filling her mouth, the salty sweetness coating her tongue. She swallowed, her throat working as she took in every last drop. Ethan groaned, his lodged in her throat was still pumping huge loads. He was coating her walls, and she was drinking what she could.
She could feel it dripping down her chin, onto her breasts. She was a mess, a beautiful, sticky mess. Ethan pulled out of her mouth, his cock still hard, still ready. Diana looked up at him, her eyes filled with a mix of awe and lust. "How are you still...?" she began, but he cut her off , “you look exactly how I dreamt in my fantasies. So fucking beautiful, mom” he said in a dreamy voice. He was still hard, his cock glistening with a mix of her juices and his own cum. "I can't believe I'm doing this. I can't believe you're letting me do this." Diana smiled at him, her eyes never leaving his. "Because it's what you wanted and only you could do." She reached up, her hand wrapping around his cock. She could feel the heat of it, the hardness of it. She began to stroke him, her hand moving in long, slow strokes. "You're so hard, Ethan. So big. Hera!” Diana moaned, still shocked to realise where she was and what she was doing. She was on her knees, her body glistening with sweat and cum, her son's cock still hard and throbbing in her hand. She had never felt so alive, so completely in the moment. She had never felt so connected to another person, so completely at one with them. She looked up at Ethan, her eyes filled with a mix of awe and lust. He was looking down at her, his eyes filled with the same emotions. He reached down, his hand cupping her cheek gently. "Are you okay, mom?" he asked, his voice soft and concerned. "Yes, I am.
Diana whispered, her voice barely audible. "I've never felt more alive, more... seen." She paused, her eyes searching his. "But I must admit, I am feeling rather spent. I don't think I can take any more of you tonight, my love." She smiled softly, her hand still stroking his cock gently.
Ethan chuckled, his thumb brushing against her cheek. "I understand, mom. You've given me more than I could have ever dreamed of tonight." He helped her up from the floor, his hands steady and sure as he guided her to the couch. He sat down, pulling her down onto his lap, her back against his chest.
She was still panting, her body glistening with sweat and cum. She could feel the stickiness of it on her skin, the weight of it as it dripped down her cleavage.
Ethan's hands moved to her breasts, his fingers finding her nipples and pinching them gently. She could feel the wetness between her legs, her pussy throbbing with need as he continued to play with her nipples. Even though she had said she couldn’t take anymore, she slipped his cock that had been pressed between her asscheeks back into her pussy. She could feel the heat of it, the hardness of it as it slid into her. She moaned, her head falling back onto his shoulder as he bottomed out. “Don’t move yet, just let my pussy feel you. I have never had a cock like yours, never been made to cum these many times”
Diana whispered, her voice hoarse from the night's activities. Ethan's hands stilled on her breasts, his fingers still pinching her nipples gently. He could feel the heat of her, the wetness. He had never felt anything like it before. He had never felt so connected to another person, so completely at one with them.
Diana still cooing and moaning at being so full, asked him, “How many fantasies did you get to cross off your list tonight, Ethan?” She turned her head to look at him, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
Ethan chuckled, his hands moving from her breasts to her waist. “Well, mom, I’d say most of them. I got you to cum on my cock a bunch of times. You took my cum on your face and tits. That’s one. You let me fuck you on the balcony, in the open air, for anyone to see. That’s two. You let me fuck you until you were boneless and begging for mercy. That’s three. And now, you’re sitting on my lap, my cock still inside you, and you’re asking me how many fantasies I’ve crossed off my list.”
Ethan's voice was low, his words measured and deliberate.
"I've crossed off more than I can count, mom. I've lived a lifetime of fantasies tonight." He leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered, "And I'm sure you’re not done taking my cock yet. Tomorrow we begin again don’t we?”. Diana heard his words, the reverence and confidence both evident. She settled on his cock to take it deeper and sit comfortably and said, “Yeah. I don’t think I can stop now. After being fucked to the point of exhaustion, son you better believe you are sticking your cock in me every chance I can get”.
Diana's voice was a low, sultry purr as she spoke, her body still humming with pleasure. Ethan chuckled, his hands moving to her hips as he began to move them in slow, sensuous circles. "I thought you said you were spent, mom?" he teased, his voice laced with amusement. Diana shrugged, her body moving with his as she began to grind down on his cock. "I did. But what you don’t know is the Wonderwoman who the world knows, and the Wonderwoman who is here on top of you are two different people. The one who saves the world is strong, invincible, and always in control. But the one who is here with you now, she is a slut, she is ready, and she is yours." Diana's voice was barely above a whisper, her words laced with a vulnerability that Ethan had never heard before.
“Then how did you manage the needs before this mum?” he asked wondering
if she had been with other men. Diana chuckled, her body still moving in slow, sensuous circles on his cock. “Well, I’ve had my share of lovers, Ethan. But none of them could keep up with me. None of them could make me cum like you do. None of them could fill me like you do.” She paused, her eyes searching his. “I’ve never had a man like you before, Ethan. You’re... different.” Ethan smiled at her, his hands moving to her thighs as he began to guide her movements. “I’m glad I could help you with that, mom.
I’ve been dreaming of this for so long,” Ethan said, his voice filled with a mix of awe and gratitude. Diana smiled at him, her eyes softening as she looked at her son. She had never seen him like this before, so open, so vulnerable. She had never seen him so... alive.
“I’m glad you’re here, Ethan. I’m glad you’re mine,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. She could feel the heat of his body, the strength of his arms as they wrapped around her, pulling her closer. She could feel the hardness of his cock, still inside her, still filling her completely.
“Go ahead mom, take what you need from me, I am not going to cum again for a few hours” he said with such confidence that she was sure he was telling the truth. She began to move on his cock, her body moving in slow, deliberate circles. She could feel every inch of him, every ridge and vein of his cock as it slid in and out of her. She could feel the heat of him, the hardness of him as he filled her completely. She could feel the wetness between her legs, her pussy throbbing with need as she moved on his cock.
She was a goddess, a queen, and she was taking what she wanted from her son. She was taking what she needed from him. She was taking what she had been denied for so long. She had shown him just glimpses of how much of a slut she could be for a cock like his. Soon, day by day she would show him more and more of her depravity. She would show him how much she loved being filled by him, how much she loved being used by him.