Mama's chest heaved, her breaths heavy and ragged, the air thick with the musky scent of her cum and the lingering jasmine of her perfume. Her massive futanari cock rested against Kaito's face, its weight a grounding force, the warmth of it searing into his skin. His face was slick with her cum, thick ropes drying on his cheeks, forehead, and lips, the taste still flooding his mouth—salty, rich, and overwhelming. His superhuman senses, amplified tenfold, made every sensation vivid: the sticky texture on his skin, the earthy flavor coating his tongue, the faint pulse of her cock against his cheek.
Yet his body moved on its own, a primal instinct overriding his shock and shame. His tongue darted out, sweeping across his lips, gathering the cum that clung there, the taste intensifying as he licked around his mouth, savoring it despite himself.Mama's laugh broke the silence, a sultry, triumphant sound that vibrated through the red-lit room.
"Tasty, right?" she purred, her eyes glinting with amusement as she watched him. "Thick and addictive, just like Mama's cum should be." She leaned closer, her breasts brushing his shoulder, her voice a velvet caress that sent a shiver down his spine.Kaito's cheeks flushed, a mix of shyness and a strange, blissful surrender washing over him.
"Yeah," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper, the admission both humiliating and liberating. He'd never felt like this—not in his past life as a superhero, where every moment was about control and power, nor in this one, where he'd buried his abilities beneath a facade of normalcy. This moment, this taste, this submission—it was a new kind of fulfillment, a release he hadn't known he craved.
His eyes widened suddenly, a jolt of shock cutting through his haze. The cock resting on his face twitched, its weight shifting as it began to rise, hardening once more. It stood proud, veiny and massive, the sight almost surreal against the backdrop of the neon heart.
"It's… hard again?" Kaito stammered, his voice a mix of disbelief and awe, his heart pounding as he stared at the ten-inch monument before him.Mama grinned, her expression predatory yet playful. "Oh, baby, there's so much left in me," she said, her voice dripping with promise. "The night's still young, and Mama's just getting started."
Her tone shifted, slipping back into the commanding role that had ensnared him from the start. She stepped back, her cock swaying, and before Kaito could process it, she swung it forward, slapping his cheek with a heavy, wet thud. The sting was mild but shocking, a reminder of her dominance.
"Stand up," she ordered, her voice firm. "Hands on the wall. Time to make you my proper bitch."Kaito's breath hitched, his body responding despite the whirlwind in his mind. The word "bitch" still stung, yet it ignited a fire in his core, a mix of humiliation and anticipation that made his cock throb painfully. "Yes, Mama," he said, his voice steady now, his agreement a surrender to the role she'd carved for him.
He stood, his legs shaky, and placed his hands on the mirrored wall, the cool surface grounding him as he braced himself, his reflection showing a cum-slicked face and a body taut with expectation.Mama moved behind him, her presence a palpable force, her heels clicking softly on the hardwood floor.
She knelt, her hands gripping his ass cheeks, spreading them with a gentleness that belied her dominance. Kaito tensed, his superhuman senses amplifying the sensation of her breath against his skin, warm and teasing. She paused, her eyes drinking in the sight of his tight, untouched hole, a low hum of approval escaping her lips. "Look at that," she murmured, her voice thick with lust. "So pretty, so fuckable."
Without warning, her tongue darted out, pressing against his hole, the sensation like a spark that jolted through his body. Kaito whimpered, the sound escaping before he could stop it, his knees trembling as she rimmed him, her tongue circling and probing with a skill that was both invasive and intoxicating. The taste, she declared, was good—"sweet and tight," she said between licks, her voice muffled against his skin. Her tongue delved deeper, exploring every crease, the wet heat overwhelming, amplified by Kaito's senses—the slick sound of her licking, the faint musk of his own body mingling with her saliva, the way his hole twitched under her touch.
For five solid minutes, she rimmed him, her hands kneading his cheeks, her tongue relentless. Kaito's whimpers turned to soft moans, his initial discomfort giving way to a strange, shameful pleasure. His face, still streaked with dried cum, burned with embarrassment, yet his cock dripped precum, a silent confession of his enjoyment.
Mama's other hand worked her own cock, stroking it slowly, the slick sound of her precum adding to the symphony of the room. The mirrors reflected it all—his spread cheeks, her buried face, the raw intimacy of the act.Finally, she pulled back, her breath ragged, her cock fully hard and glistening. "Time, boy," she said, standing and lining herself up behind him. "You better toughen up. It's gonna hurt at first, but Mama knows you can take it."
Her voice was a mix of warning and encouragement, her hands gripping his hips as she pressed the thick head of her cock against his hole.Kaito braced himself, his pain tolerance—honed through battles in his past life—ready to weather the storm. But nothing could prepare him for the sheer force of her entry. With a single, super-forceful thrust, she tore into him, her ten-inch cock stretching his rim impossibly wide, lodging completely inside him. His eyes bulged, a strangled gasp escaping his lips, the pain sharp and searing despite his resilience.
Her pubes tickled his ass cheeks, her heavy balls pressing against his own, the size difference stark—like a tennis ball against a ping-pong ball. The fullness was overwhelming, her cock a burning presence that filled every inch of him, his senses amplifying the stretch, the heat, the pulse of her veins against his walls.Mama cooed, her hands stroking his sides, her voice a soothing balm.
"Endure it, baby," she murmured. "Just a moment, and the good times'll come." She reached forward, scooping a smear of dried cum from his cheek with her finger, and pressed it to his lips. "Here, enjoy this for now."Kaito's mouth opened instinctively, sucking her finger clean, the familiar taste of her cum grounding him, a distraction from the pain. He savored it, his tongue swirling, the act both humiliating and comforting.
After a minute or two, the pain began to ebb, his body adapting—another gift from his superhuman physiology—his rim relaxing around her girth, the burn giving way to a strange, burgeoning pleasure.Mama sensed the shift, her hands tightening on his waist as she began to move, slow at first, her cock sliding out an inch, then back in, each movement deliberate. The sensation was unlike anything Kaito had felt—a mix of fullness, pressure, and a deep, primal connection that made his cock twitch.
She picked up the pace, her thrusts growing faster, the room filling with the rhythmic plap plap of her hips against his ass. Her cock came in and out, slick with precum, the friction igniting sparks of pleasure that radiated through him."Fuck, you're good," Mama groaned, her voice thick with ecstasy. "So tight, so perfect. You feel so fucking good, baby." She reached forward, one hand cupping his jaw, her fingers pressing into his mouth as she fucked him, the act both possessive and intimate.
Kaito's moans grew louder, his cock dripping steadily now, his body surrendering to the rhythm, the pleasure overwhelming his shame. His senses drank it all in—the slick heat of her cock, the musky scent of their combined arousal, the way her balls slapped against his with each thrust.After ten minutes of relentless fucking, Mama pulled out, her cock glistening, and guided him to the bed.
"Lie on your stomach," she ordered, her voice a husky command. Kaito obeyed, his body trembling as he lay face-down, the satin sheets cool against his flushed skin. Mama climbed on top, her weight a comforting anchor, and lined her cock up, entering him with a slow, deliberate thrust that made him gasp. She braced her hands on either side of him, her breasts pressing against his back, and began to slam in and out, her rhythm fierce and unyielding.Kaito's moans grew louder, filling the room, his pleasure mounting with each thrust.
Mama grabbed her discarded leopard-print panties from the floor, crumpling them into a ball and shoving them into his mouth. "Quiet, baby," she said, her voice teasing but firm. The fabric was warm, musky with her scent, and it muffled his cries, the act both degrading and thrilling. She fucked him harder, her cock driving deep, the plap plap echoing in the mirrored room, the neon heart casting a surreal glow over their bodies.
She shifted again, rolling him onto his side for a spooning position, her cock never leaving his ass. Her arm wrapped around him, pulling him close, her lips brushing his neck as she fucked him, her thrusts steady and deep. Kaito's tongue lolled out, his eyes rolling back, the pleasure so intense it bordered on delirium. "You feel so good," Mama whispered, her voice a mix of lust and affection. "You smell so good, baby."
She planted kisses across his neck, his jaw, his cum-streaked face, her lips leaving a trail of warmth that heightened his arousal.Finally, she flipped him onto his back, pulling him into missionary. Her lips found his in a deep, messy kiss, her tongue claiming his mouth as she thrust into him, her cock hitting spots that made stars burst behind his eyes.
Kaito couldn't respond, his body a vessel for her pleasure, his tongue hanging out, his eyes rolled back in ecstasy. The mirrors reflected it all—his spread legs, her dominating form, the raw, primal connection between them."I'm gonna cum," Mama gasped, her thrusts growing erratic, her cock pulsing inside him. "Gonna fill you up, baby."
With a final, powerful thrust, she erupted, her cum flooding his ass in thick, hot spurts, the volume overwhelming, spilling out around her cock as she kept thrusting. She pulled out, collapsing on top of him, her breaths heavy, her breasts pressed against his chest. Cum poured from his gaping hole, a deluge that soaked the sheets, like a dam breaking. Yet her cock, still hard, rested against his thigh, a silent promise of more to come.