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Super Mom: Taken by Evil

Chapter 7

“What? No,” Bethanny cried out when the phone woke her the next morning.

The bed next to her was cold, and the alarm clock showed 7:58 AM. Kyle was already sitting at his desk at work. The phone went to voicemail before she could pick it up.

“Damn. I’ll probably be punished for that.”

Bethanny didn’t wait to see if her blackmailers had left a voicemail. She tapped call back, and Overmind answered right away.

“I’m sorry,” she said. “I couldn’t get to the phone in time.”

“Hang up. I want to see you,” he said. “We’ll do Skype.”

She ended the call, sat up and ran long, delicate fingers through her tousled black hair. After turning the light on, she sat naked on the side of the bed and waited. Fortunately (or unfortunately?), he didn’t make her wait long.

“Good morning, Super Slutty MILF,” Overmind said. “You’re looking hot and naked this fine morning.”

“Good morning, Master,” she said, not sure whether to try for cold and dispassionate or husky and eager-to-please. “Thank you. How do you plan to humiliate me today?”

“My, you are an eager beaver, Super MILF,” Killer Queen said, moving up behind Overmind and wrapping her arms around him as she smiled into the camera. “And your just woke up and ready to fuck look is on point, girl.”

“Thank you, Mistress,” she said, and licked her lips. “I’m not eager, just resigned.”

Inside, she thought, Resigned my ass. Bethanny needed them to be lulled into a sense of security. Once they are completely convinced that I’m cowed, and they own me body and soul, They will relax their guard. I’ll be ready to exploit any weakness or mistake they make.

“Do you sleep in your Super Mom persona often?”

“Never.”

Then the actual meaning of the question caught up with her, and Bethanny froze. She’d never changed back into Bethanny! Violet eyes darted around the room, finding pieces of her discarded, very soiled costume all around the room. Had Kyle noticed? More importantly, did he check her dirty, cum-stained costume out and realize what it meant?

What was I thinking last night?

Since she’d left the house as Super Mom, she had to return the same way. Only, she should’ve morphed into Bethanny, tossed her costume in the washer, and then gone to bed. She could’ve moved it to the dryer as soon as she woke.

“I’m sorry. After being gangbanged all day, and then forced to prostitute myself all night, I was too exhausted to think straight when I got home last night.”

Even worse, they’d forced her to sell her body as Super Mom. The street people didn’t believe she was the real Super Mom, but they were falling over themselves to nail her ass anyway. She’d heard “Best Super Mom cosplay ever” too many times to count while on her back or knees and giving it to them super good.

“So your Bethanny persona is still pristine for your street work later tonight?” Killer Queen asked with a smug look.

“Yes, Mistress. I have to assume you have other plans for me during the day?”

“Actually, yes,” Overmind said. “We commute to work every day, which means we rely dearly on those hard working traffic reporters up in the helicopters.”

“Okay…” Super Mom replied warily.

“So we thought we would show a little of our appreciation by sending YOU up to their helicopters and giving them a little Super MILF loving.”

“You have to be kidding,” she cried. “I can’t do that. They’re proper professionals. They won’t do anything with me. I’ll just look like a sex-crazed idiot.”

“Oh, you might be surprised by how receptive you’ll find those reporters,” Overmind said. “Who knows, even Misty Rivers might welcome you with open thighs.”

Before she could object any further, Killer Queen chimed in. “We have lenses on those traffic copters now, so suit up and get your sweet round ass up there. We’re bored, and want some super slutty entertainment.”

They ended the call before she could get her next arguments across. So many arguments, not the least of which was that reporters reported. On everything of interest. She’d have a lot of explaining to do.

With a sigh, Super Mom gathered up her soiled costume and tossed it into the washer. She’d move it to the dryer when she got home. All super heroines kept multiple costumes on hand at all times, so she showered, put on a fresh Super Mom costume, and flew away, all before the kids woke up. She did leave a nice thank you note to Ariana for all the help she was giving taking care of her little brother.

Even better, the medicine cabinet in the master bathroom gave her an idea of how to explain her salacious behavior up in the skies above Annarky’s early-morning rush hour traffic.

The raven-maned heroine zeroed in on the bright red Hits100 traffic helicopter first. Traffic reporter Mike Tanner, a recent city favorite, always worked the skyways from it. She came up from behind and below, landing gently on one of the skids. Super Mom then opened the door and slipped inside before anyone inside realized what was happening.

All three men cried out in surprise. The helicopter wobbled in flight, but the pilot and co-pilot regained their wits quickly. The reporter just gawked at her. He looked terribly young, but she knew he was a college graduate in Journalism. So, early twenties at least. And he wasn’t bad on the eyes either, being a well-groomed, clean-shaven man with dark hair and eyes.

“Hey, guys, looking for a good time?” Super Mom purred, and scooted up close and personal to Mike. Her white-gloved hand grabbed his crotch, feeling his manhood beginning to stiffen immediately under his fine-woven grey slacks. “Hi, big guy. My, aren’t you a handsome man.”

“Super Mom? Wha-Whoa, baby – ” Mike cried, eyes huge when she cut him off with a passionate kiss.

“Shhh, let Super Momma take care of you, babe.”

“What? I don’t…” His mouth snapped shut when she deftly unzipped him and pulled out his erection. “I’m happily married!”

“Me, too,” she said, and went down on him. Super Mom bobbed up and down his cock a moment. “I’m sorry, baby, but a bad guy hit me with a dose of Climax, and I can’t control my libido now. I’m sorry, but I need this so bad.”

“Oh my GOD,” Mike cried. “Ooooh, that feels so… Ooooh. I can’t believe this is happening.”

“I can,” the gray-haired pilot said, smirking. “Three years ago, Raven got hit by Climax and did the same thing in the News13 traffic helicopter. And I heard last spring Vixen got nailed and took on all comers at a frat party. Metahumans have super-powered libidos to begin with, so Climax makes them insatiable nymphomaniacs.”

Super Mom smiled as she sucked cock. I love that pilot! That’s exactly the narrative I wanted.

“Shhh,” she said, pulling off his cock and crawling up to straddle his lap. Super Mom pulled her top down and rubbed her tits all over his face. Yeah, he might’ve been protesting, but he was pushing into her satiny, pillowy boobs all the same. Then she reclaimed his lips, letting him feel her passion, as she guided his cock into her pussy. Super Mom started riding him like there was no tomorrow. “Yes. Yes. YES!”

His hands found her naked tits, while his hips thrust up into her. Super Mom’s head rolled back, long hair brushing her butt as her back bowed in abject pleasure. She might’ve hated the fact her enemies were forcing her to have sex with strangers, but it didn’t affect the pleasure her body felt in the least. Indeed, she worried that forced sex made it better for her. Being dominated always aroused her libido to new heights.

“Yes,” she purred. “So good to me. So good.”

Pleasure spiraled anew into her hot, fluttery core with every deep thrust. She savored the feel of her soppy wet pussy trembling around his thick shaft, sliding up and down, over and over and over. It melted her brain, but good.

“Aaaagggh!” she screamed when her insides exploded with pure climatic pleasure. And again when he came deep inside her a few minutes later. “Aaaagghh. Ooooh, yes.”

Super Mom rolled off, huffing and puffing, feeling flush and pretty damned good. Mike had a look of bliss on his face to match her own. But there was no rest for the wicked, so Super Mom pulled her costume back in place, opened the door, and flew away.

Banking hard right, the still-horny heroine headed for the Easy102 traffic helicopter. She noticed three middle-aged men inside it, all staring at her as she zipped around behind, and came up on the other side. Just like before, she landed on the skid and slipped inside in a flash. Only someone with super strength could open that door at that airspeed and enter without missing a beat.

“Hey, baby. I’m sorry, but I’m hurting for some loving,” Super Mom said huskily, pressing up against the short, balding, and chubby traffic reporter, Carl Bettis. She knew him as Bethanny, since he lived just five houses down from her home. And she often listened to his traffic reports on the radio when out and about during rush hour. “I got hit with Climax, so I’m very sorry for everything.”

Super Mom claimed his lips in a fierce kiss. Carl didn’t even try to resist. That was kind of surprising. Indeed, his hands went straight to her top and yanked it down to her waist. He kissed his way down her neck, and buried his face in her large, firm tits. She giggled when he motorboated her. Then he yanked her nether closure to the side and thrust two fingers up into her achy, needy pussy.

She moaned and groaned, back bowing as she rubbed herself against him. Then the horny heroine pulled his shirt open to reveal the hairiest chest she’d ever encountered. She’d long known he was one of the more hirsute men in her neighborhood, but wow.

“I’m always willing to help out the city’s super heroines any way I can,” Carl said. He pulled his dripping wet fingers out of her twat, and thrust them into her mouth. Super Mom sucked and licked them clean while he stared into her eyes with the most lecherous expression. Then he pushed her head down into his crotch. “Oh yes, baby, always willing to help.”

Super Mom went down on him. Damn, even his dick is hairy!

The amorous heroine licked his cock up and down and all around, before she buried her face in his big, hairy, thankfully clean balls. She gave them lots of lip and tongue love, sucked on his balls, and even nibbled a little. And then she went down on him like a boss, determined to make him come in her mouth before a hairball formed in her throat.

“Aaaah,” he cried, flooding Super Mom’s mouth with hot creamy cum in moments. She swallowed and swallowed, but it kept coming. The busty heroine marveled at how much seed that man produced. “That’s how you do it like a super, girl. Yeah, suck down every last drop.”

Super Mom rose up, licked her lips as she stared intently into his eyes, and then popped her lips. “Better than coffee. Thanks, babe.”

And with that, Super Mom moved on. She allowed herself to freefall halfway to the ground before taking off flying. The last of the three traffic helicopters, belonging to 24NewsHours, was on the other side of the city, checking the rush hour traffic there. She found it in just a few minutes. The all-news station’s bird was circling a fenderbender, so didn’t see her approach. They cried out when she slipped inside.

Super Mom found perky 24 year old traffic reporter Misty Rivers in a miniskirt and heels. And there wasn’t even a camera in the cabin, but the stunning redhead was known as quite the fashionista in any circumstance. Misty even ran a popular fashion channel on YouTube. With her was a single pilot, who looked to be mid-thirties and serious. Might’ve been ex-police or military.

“What the hell?” the pilot snapped. “Get out. I didn’t give you permission to board.”

“Aww, I’m sorry, but I can’t,” Super Mom said, and turned to the wide-eyed Misty. She’d attended many charitable events that Misty hosted, so knew her well-enough that the reporter wasn’t too alarmed by her appearance. “I need your help, Misty.”

“Okay. Anything!” she cried, nodding eagerly.

“Thank you,” Super Mom said, and moved up close and intimate, her face right in the young redhead’s. “Bad guys hit me with Climax, and that stuff always hits like crack for metahumans. We completely lose control, so I’m sorry for what is about to happen.”

“What’s going to hap – Mmmgh.”

Super Mom did not consider herself a lesbian, or even bisexual, but lipstick kisses were just so sensual. And Misty kissed back, even though her big green eyes were huge and both hands remained thrown back.

“Wait, Super Mom,” Misty gasped out when the heroine started kissing and sucking on the redheaded beauty’s neck. “I don’t swing this way.”

Super Mom drew back, but only to pull off her main costume. She quickly stripped to just boots, gloves, and mask.

“Neither do I,” the hyper-horny heroine gasped out, and kissed her pretty, young lover long and deep again. At the same time, Super Mom reached back and unzipped Misty’s pretty tight lavender dress. She quickly got the reporter out of the dress, revealing a lacy bra and panties combo. “But Climax makes me crazy horny. I can’t stop myself. I know I’m out of control, but I can’t stop it. I need you right now.”

With that, Super Mom unfastened Misty’s bra, and pulled matching pink panties down long, shapely legs. She left the hot pink stilettos on the reporter’s feet, and lifted one of Misty’s legs up and over her shoulder. Super Mom then pressed forward to scissor Misty, rubbing her hot, sticky wet pussy against the sexy reporter’s sweetly trimmed and moist cunt.

“Are we tribbing?” Misty asked, an incredulous expression spreading across her innocent face. “Is this what tribbing feels like?”

“Yes,” Super Mom gasped out, grinding her engorged clit against the redhead’s clit.

Losing control, Misty ground her pussy against Super Mom, and together they drove each other crazy with pleasure. The most amazing sapphic sensations rippled through them, igniting passion and need. Soon they were crying out, gasping, fondling each other but denied each other’s lips by that pesky leg between them. Yeah, Misty wasn’t quite as limber as her metahuman lover.

“Oh yes. Oh yes, yes, yes,” Super Mom gasped out, her statuesque body pushed to the very brink. She caressed Misty’s long, bare leg, while licking the long, skinny stiletto heel. Misty’s head rolled back to rock back and forth as tiny animal sounds of pleasure bubbled out of her glossy lavender lips. “Just. Like. Ugh. That! Aaaaaaaagghhh!”

Super Mom’s screaming climax set off Misty, who came a few seconds later, but a lot quieter.

“Oooooh. Aaaaaaah,” Misty sighed softly. “Oh yes. That was so nice.”

“Thank you for your help, citizen,” Super Mom said with a sex-drenched voice. “I’ll never forget you.”

Grabbing her red-white-and-blue stars-and-stripes leotard, the busty beauty slipped out of the helicopter and flew away as she dressed. Once she was out of sight of all helicopters, Super Mom came to a hovering stop and pulled out her phone.

“Master, I have obeyed,” she said, still panting lightly. “I have had sexual relations on all three of Annarky’s traffic helicopters.”

“Yes, we know all too well,” Overmind said, while Killer Queen laughed in the background. “Misty had a live mike on the entire time. Your little lesbian tryst was broadcast LIVE to the city.”

Super Mom gasped, blood running cold. “Oh no.”

“Oh yes,” Overmind said. “Well played, Super Slut. Now go over to Southtown and get your sexy butt working. You’re all warmed up, so you should earn a ton of money today and tonight.”

“Exactly. I expect twice as much money this time, Super Whore,” Killer Queen said. “Start out as Super Mom on Climax. I like that angle. And then, after dark, transform back into Bethanny and work that fine blonde persona for the night.”

All strength bled out of Super Mom’s limbs. She felt so defeated, vulnerable and helpless. The raven-maned heroine nodded, not knowing what else to do.

“Yes, Mistress. I hear and obey.”