The Ultimate Woman

I rise from the bed, and after keying some drones to clean up the site of our lovemaking, I go to my own room and take a quick shower, washing sweat and cum from my body.

I pull one of my old costumes on, the gold and red number I wore through most of my adolescence, with the big "CK" shield across my chest, then head down to the airlock that leads out into the arctic plain.

Mom keeps me waiting longer than the twenty minutes she promised, but when she arrives, sweeping down the hall at a sedate speed several feet above the floor, she is a vision.

Her makeup is flawless, emphasizing the brilliant green of her eyes, her high cheekbones, and full lips. She has tucked her long hair beneath a knitted cap, gold in color with a blue pom, and wrapped a long blue and gold scarf around her neck. Her slim feet are encased within a pair of blue hiking boots with gold trim, a "UW" emblazoned on each heel. All part of the winter collection in her designer label. She wears nothing else. Her bronze, beautiful, lush and toned body is revealed completely to my heated gaze.

I realize I'm overdressed. She helps me slip out of my uniform, peppering each revealed body part with little kisses. At last, I am almost completely naked. "Leave the boots on," she says, giving me a playful slap on my ass.

"As you wish," I say, returning the playful slap. The airlock cycles open, seventeen feet of ultimum sliding open to reveal the icy tunnel that leads to the surface, two miles up above us. Despite our resilience, I feel goosebumps crawl across my exposed flesh as the Arctic air washes over me. I see Mom's nipples harden and her skin begins to flush. She smiles at me, reaches out to take my hand, and together we fly up through the tunnel.

The outer door is already open, a circle of golden sunlight that urges us onward and upward. We burst out onto the Arctic plain, startling a polar bear that was walking across the ice. The cold air is like a balm against my overheated skin, and I feel a renewed energy soak into my body from the yellow sunlight. Mom fairly glows, her flawless skin ruddy from the cold, her perfect body stretched out, every muscle emphasized as she flies.

We rocket high into the atmosphere. The outer door of the Fortress cycles closed, becoming all but invisible against the surface of the ice.

Higher and higher we fly into the fierce blue of the sky, Mom leading, until we rise to the level of the clouds. Then she turns to me and wraps her arms around me, pressing her plush breasts and smooth belly against me. Our naked forms embrace, 20,000 feet above sea level. The cold air whistles around us, and yet she is warm to the touch, firm but yielding. Despite myself, as she presses against me, I grow hard. My cock rises, nudging against her belly.

Her tits mash against my chest, hard nipples pressing into my flesh. My lips find hers, and our tongues duel, lashing one another lustfully. My hands roam across her back, down her flanks, and cup her full, athletic ass. I knead her flesh. She groans into my mouth, releasing me for a moment. Her hands slide between us, find my engorged member, and slowly jack me.

I move one of my hands to her pussy, and graze her lips with the length of one finger. My fingertip caresses the hard nubbin of her clit, peaking out from beneath its fleshy hood. Mom sucks in a breath. I trace my finger downward, across he pussy lips, as we drift across the sky. Her hand slowly increases its speed along my length. She adds a little corkscrew motion, and soon I am practically spitting precum, slickening her hand. She uses the lubrication, palming my cockhead, coating her hand, then goes back to jerking my length.

Her pussy lips open up, accepting first one finger and then another. I curve my fingers, stretching her passage, and am rewarded by a sharp gasp. My thumb flicks across her clit. Mom's hips begin to move, almost involuntarily, rocking back and forth.

We drift into a cloud. Crystals of frozen water form across our bodies, quickly heating to beads of moisture. Mom kisses me again, her hips becoming as jerky as the hand flying up and down my throbbing rod.

I've had enough. I withdraw my fingers from her pussy. Without releasing our kiss, Mom guides my weapon to her weeping furrow, and once again the thick head of my cock parts her lips, and I slide into her. Just halfway. Mom moans, hitches her hips.

We pass out of the cloud. Water drips from our bodies. I jam myself forward, spearing Mom deeply. The base of my cock crashes hard against her clit and she cries out. Her legs wrap around me in mid-air, her calves pressing into my ass, pressing against me, urging me on. My hands find her ass and I hold her tight as my cock saws in and out of her hot, clutching pussy.

"Oh baby," she moans, "so good. Hit all the right spots. Fuck mommy, fuck mommy hard and fast."

I comply, thrusting violently into her. The momentum of my thrusts carry us in an arc across the sky, into another cloud, this one higher than the first. My cock saws in and out, in and out, slick with her juices. Her pussy grips me tight, and my cock makes sick wet noises as it slams into her, drags out, and slam into her again.

Her arms are wrapped around my shoulders, holding me tight. Her breasts are a plush, delicious cushion against my chest, contracting and expanding as I pound my mother across the Arctic sky. I dip my head, breathing in deep the scent of spice and baby powder from the upper slopes of her breasts. I kiss her on her collarbone, trail my tongue across the top of her right tit. She arches her back, pushing her crotch harder against my own while raising her tits up into my face. I find a nipple with my mouth, lick and nip and suck. Mom cries out, and I feel her pussy clamp down hard around my cock. No more sawing outward. But I can jam myself forward, deeper, ever deeper.

The length of my dick caresses her g-spot, while the head nuzzles against her cervical ring once more. We've twisted in the air, I realize, and she is riding me again. I jerk my hips, hands kneading her full ass, and she begins to shake and moan. Her huge tits bounce around, battering my head and shoulders as her legs tighten around my waist and her pussy grips me, hard, freezing me in place. Her eyes roll back, and the scarf swings around in the air.

We're too high up now to say anything, too high up to breathe, but still we fuck. Mom's orgasm carries her for about thirty lazily flown feet. Her head falls forward, moist lips parted. She mouths something I cannot hear and looks deep into my eyes. Her body locked around me, she thrusts her hips onto me, fucking me, driving my engorged cock deeper once again. The head of my cock pierces her cervical ring for the second time, and the pressure and heat and the way her pussy convulses around me is enough. I let myself go, pumping another incestuous, superheated and powerful spray into her very womb. My cock bucks and lurches deep within her, unleashing its forbidden load one agonizingly pleasureable jet after another.

Mom contorts her body, pushing me away. For one horrible moment my jetting cock is naked, spraying into the sky, and then she seals her lips around the head. I send another dozen spurts into her mouth, down her throat. She swallows eagerly, eyes brimming with lust, mouth stretched wide by my engorged, angry red cockhead.

At last the flood subsides and she releases me from the sweet prison of her mouth.

I'm still hard. Superhuman endurance -- just one of my many gifts. She laughs silently in delight.

I see ice forming on our bodies, little crystalline patches, and look up to see the rim of the sky very close, and beyond it the cold darkness of space. I point downward, and Mom nods, smiling broadly.

Together, hand in hand, we plummet back down to cloud level. The ice flakes off and falls away.

Mom laughs again. "This has been an amazing day. Such stamina my lovely son has. I can hardly believe you're still, y'know, hard."

"I can't help what you do to me, Mom."

She smiles. Inscrutable look returns, but she says, "You do the same thing to me, baby."

She reaches between us, wrapping her warm hand around my length. "How about that titty-fuck now? I want to feel you spraying your seed across my body."

Instantly I am even harder. We contort in the air, slowly drifting earthward. Mom cups her enormous tits, offering them to me. I grip my cock and press it into her cleavage. Slowly, deliciously, her soft yet firm mammaries envelop me. My rather large cock practically disappears between them. I thrust into the channel formed by my mother's magnificent breasts, and the head of my cock appears at her throat. Precum drips from the head, coating her scarf and the passage my cock takes between her tits. Mom presses her hands against them, tightening their grip on my cock.

Her tits are firm, like a teenagers, yet soft like a mother's. Perfect. My cock plunges between them again and again, riding the slick tunnel of her cleavage. Mom arches her neck and raises one of her tits, allowing her to drag her warm pink tongue across a hard dark nipple. She captures it between her teeth and suckles her own breast as my cock rides between her tits.

"Go ahead and cum whenever you want, baby," Mom says, a little breathlessly. "Cover me with your seed."

I'm getting there very quickly, urged on by her wicked language and the intensely pleasurable feelings of fucking her amazing tits. She adjusts the angle of her neck and the next time my cockhead appears between her breasts, her pink tongue lashes the head of my cock. Precum sprays across her tongue and lips. "Cum for me," she repeats.

And that's it. I feel the rising urge. I put my hands over hers on her tits and really saw myself into her tit tunnel. And then suddenly I'm cumming. A thick, pearly jet erupts from the head of my cock, arcing over her face to fall across her cheek, eye, and hat. I pull back, whipping my cock free from her cleavage, and aim my shuddering prick at her tits. Explosive release follows explosive release. Heavy viscous ropes of my jism splatter across Mom's tits, coating her in a thick layer of white. I paint a dozen strokes across her straining breasts, milking my cock with my hand. The cum splatters her nipples, the upper slopes of her tits, their full undersides, and slides across them, dripping into her cleavage, along her sides, down onto her belly. It pools in her belly button and between her tits. She emphasizes her cleavage, pressing her tits together with her elbows.

More cum erupts from my tireless cock. I coat the scarf at her throat, spray her other cheek, her full lips, send a jet to pool in her right eye. I aim my cock downward, spraying her taut belly, her pubis, the neat thatch of hair at her crotch, her wet and dripping pussy lips, her muscular and quivering thighs. Finally I am done. One last splurt across her proud tits. I drag my cock across the white paint on her chest, coating my cock, and then feed my semi-hard member to her. Her lips part taking me into her mouth, tasting me, cleaning me. Her one good eye gives me a wink.

We drop down out of the sky. The wind takes away most of the evidence of our fucking, but Mom still glistens as we glide into the Fortress through the airlock.

She takes my hand and leads me back to the bedroom she shares with my father. "I need another shower," she says, "and I want company this time."

I grin and kiss her full lips, tasting myself and not caring. She pulls her scarf off, and I pause to scoop up the uniform I left on the floor.

We walk to her room, taking our time. My cock slowly hardens as I watch Mom's magnificent body navigate through the ultimum corridors of the Fortress. She cups her huge tits and teases her hardened nipples, giving me a smoldering look that puts steel in my rod.

But it is not to be. We're halfway to the bedroom when the proximity alerts signal that my father is on his way home. Mom and I share a shocked, guilty look, and then she bolts down the corridor at full speed, leaving me standing there, alone and naked. For a moment I stand there, and then I too run to my room with best possible haste. I key the drones to get scrubbing the Fortress double time, and jump in the shower to scrub the scent and feel and taste of my mother from my body.

***

Days pass.

As soon as I was clean and dressed, I left the Fortress. No word to either of my parents. I let my mother deal with the situation. Too much of a coward to face the Crusader now that I've made him a cuckold. I flew south, back to DC, and busied myself with law school and work. Newsfeed told me that Dr. Love and his compatriots were back in the clinker, the result of a few hours work for the Crusader.

I had papers to write, and the Antagonist was loose in the city, threatening to kill Senator Knight. It took me a couple days to track him down, and I let a little too much of my guilt and self-recrimination out through my fists. The Antagonist is going to be spending a long time in the hospital before he gets his trial. A grateful Senator Knight wanted to thank me, but I uncharacteristically brushed him and the TV cameras aside. I'm not in the mood to deal with them. With anyone.

Mom and Dad, the perfect couple, are fighting crime around the world. I catch snippets on the Newsfeed. One day they're in China, helping earthquake victims. Then they're in Brazil, shattering a drug cartel. And in Paris, with my sister Giga Girl, saving the Eiffel Tower from terrorists led by Le Guillotine. A call from Zoe comes through from Paris, but I let my voicemail take it. I'm not doing well, and I don't know what to say to her. I want Mom to call, but she doesn't. All I can think about is her, in a mixture of guilt and lust and a painful mélange of other emotions.

I'm a wreck. But I don't know what to do.

I leave a mid-morning class with my head in a fog, out in the autumn sunshine, a crowd of students around me. Talking, smoking, drinking coffee. Doing ordinary things.

Maybe I need some normal friends, I think. Maybe I need a sabbatical in space. Then my concentration narrows like a laser as my super-hearing picks up someone whispering my name.

I look up from contemplating my sneakers and scan the crowd around me, superhuman eyes scanning with superhuman speed. I spy her a block away, standing on the corner, mouthing my name.

Without a word I head in her direction, nearly colliding with a couple of frat guys talking loudly about football.

She waits patiently for my approach. She is wearing civilian dress, sort of blending into the crowd of normal humanity. Her unnatural beauty can only be subdued, not entirely extinguished. I note the men and women casually checking her out, and feel a swell of pride with the knowledge that she is here for me, and me alone.

She wears her midnight black hair up, baring her swanlike neck, and has dimmed her brilliant green eyes behind a pair of black framed glasses. Her makeup is impeccable as always, a light green on her eyelids, a warm rose on her cheeks, pale pink on her full lips. She wears a black choker around her neck and a beige jacket. Her blouse is crisp and white and the top few buttons are undone, revealing a tantalizing bit of her heavenly cleavage. Her skirt is black, tight, and short, and her stockings are black as well. A pair of black patent leather pumps completes the look.

"Mo- Shannon," I say as I approach. I want to take her in my arms and press my lips against hers, but I restrain myself. "Hi. How are you?" I can only hope I don't sound as lame and awkward as I feel.

She disarms me with a smile. "I've been missing you." She pivots smoothly, slides an arm under mine, and folds herself against me like she belongs there. Instantly I feel myself relax. I take her hand, and she closes her fingers around mine.

"I came to check on you. We haven't heard from you in a while. You have your mother worried." She starts us walking up the street. "She loves you dearly, you know." I tighten my fingers on hers. She squeezes back.

"I love her too. More than I can possibly say." She looks up at me, eyes wide, lips parted slightly. "The things you and I have shared recently have been on my mind a lot lately." I hate talking in code like this, but it's part of the dance of the secret identity. As long as we're in public, protocol demands it.

"I'm sure it has," she agrees. "I've been thinking about it a great deal myself. I've been thinking about you. And me. Us." She pauses. "I don't think we can just go back to the way things were before.

"But there's your father."

"Yes."

"I don't want to hurt him. But I don't- I don't know how you feel, but I don't think I can give up what we had, either." She stops walking and looks up at me, her heart in her eyes.

My mouth is dry. "I love you," I blurt out. "I don't want to hurt him, either. But I can't get you out of my mind. I want you, Mo- Shannon. I need you."

Then she's in my arms, hugging me tightly. I feel my body respond to her closeness, her scent, the press of her breasts against my chest. She feels it too, and smiles through her tears as she looks up at me. "I love you too, baby."

She steps back, sniffs. Ultimate Woman, as vulnerable as I have ever seen her. She takes a breath, and then she's Mom again. "Let's get a bite to eat." She pauses. "And then we can go back to your place."

I adjust my glasses, the ones I wear when I'm just a law student. "Okay. What are you in the mood for?"

She smiles wickedly. "Later. Let's eat first." I laugh for the first time in days. We settle for simple pub fare at a bar just off campus, steak sandwich and fries for me, soup and salad for Mom. We talk of inconsequential things, find reasons to touch one another across the table. I feel her foot sliding up and down my calf. Were the tablecloths longer, I have no doubt her foot would be busy elsewhere.

We take the metro back to my condo, her plush body pressed against mine in the mostly empty train. We stare into one another's eyes. She smiles at me, I lean in to kiss her, long and hard. We almost miss our stop.

We climb the stairs in my building quickly, me following Mom, watching avidly as her springy ass twitches before me. Those long legs, smoothly muscled, encased in skin tight hose. I lick my lips. My heart rate has increased; I don't try to slow it.

I key open the door to my place and hold it open for her. "After you."

Mom trails her fingers across my chest as she glides past me. I follow, shut the door behind me. She shrugs out of her jacket, throwing it unceremoniously on the floor. Then she whirls around and wraps her arms around me. Her lips find mine and we kiss again. Her tongue slides into my mouth and duels with my own. Her eyes are closed. My hands roam across her mouth-watering frame, encircling her narrow waist, cupping and kneading her magnificent ass.

She pushes back from me and walks backward into the living room. She reaches up, undoes her hair, and shakes it out, unleashing her sexy mane. Slowly she untucks her blouse and begins to unbutton it. I remove my glasses and set them down on the bookcase by the door, adding my keys to the pile. I'm kicking off my shoes and beginning to pull off my own shirt when Mom is out of hers. She lets it fall to the floor and strikes a pose.

She is immaculate, perfect, gorgeous. A plain white bra holds back her titanic tits, lifting them up and showing off their bronzed upper slopes. She saunters towards me, smirking sexily. Her hands find my belt and unclasp it, pull it through the loops. It lands on the floor. She unsnaps the button on my jeans and tugs the zipper down. Her slim hands slide under the waistband of my boxers and grasp my growing hardness.

"Mmm, what do we have here. Does mother's special boy have a present for mommy?"