Super Mom: Besieged (Chapter 4) (Patreon)

Chapter 4

Super Mom flew over the quaint residential neighborhood just after sunset. Her violet eyes locked on one home. It was a three bedroom, two bath, two car garage brick ranch. Owned by her and her husband for the last two years. Their first home together.

Kyle’s pickup was parked in the driveway. Her step-daughter’s ten year old sedan was parked at the curb. The raven-maned beauty got all tingly inside knowing everyone was safely home and waiting for her.

She continued flying another five miles to land behind a strip mall. No lights left the site dark and formidable. Her car waited between two trash dumpsters. Super Mom quickly swooped down, landing in the night shadows next to the car. 

“Alter ego,” she whispered, and light consumed her for half a second. The light faded to reveal her transformation. Gone was the ravenwing haired, violet-eyed super heroine in a US flag themed costume, replaced by a beautiful blonde, blue-eyed woman of twenty-five. She paused to pat herself down. A pink blouse and white pencil skirt sheathed her shapely body. She accessorized with hoop earrings, a gold bangle, and her golden wedding set.

Bethanny Mitchell slipped into her car and started it. She departed as quickly as possible, driving the short distance back home. The house was lit up, looking so warm and cozy. So welcoming. Her home. The place everyone loved her.

Parking in the garage, she entered the house through the kitchen. Kyle was cooking dinner. He was tall, dark, and so handsome. Fifteen years her senior, he remained as youthful and fit as a twenty-five year old. All the feels welled up inside every time she looked at him.

“Great, you’re home,” he said, smiling at her.

The blonde beauty looked past him. Eighteen year old Ariana, looking so blonde and beautiful, was teasing her five year old brother, Joey, in the living room. While Ariana looked so much like her late mother it hurt, little Joey looked just like his father with a curly mop of dark hair. She smiled and shook her head, seeing them fighting over the remote.

Ariana would let Joey take the remote. As soon as he changed the channel to the Cartoon Network, she used her budding sorceress powers to steal the remote back and change the channel back to MTV. Joey would cry out in frustration, and it started all over.

“Our children are a little crazy,” she said, pressing up to her husband. They kissed. “I love that about them.”

He just laughed. In truth, both were her step children, but still felt like her own after three years of marriage. Fact was, Kyle was a widower. His late wife was one of Bethanny’s best friends and a powerful sorceress working closely with the city’s super heroines. She vanished shortly after Joey’s birth. A metahuman criminal released a video of her execution. Some thought it staged, so she still lived. Bethanny wasn’t one of those people.

“Oh. Spaghetti,” she said. “My favorite. Let’s test to see if it’s ready.” 

Bethanny used a fork to fish out a single noodle, about six inches long. She put one end between her glossy pink lips and wagged her brows at Kyle. He grinned, accepted the other end. As soon as he put the noodle in his mouth, they both started sucking it in. Their faces moved closer and closer, until their lips melted together in a long, open mouth kiss.

“I hear moaning and groaning in the kitchen,” Ariana called. “Mom’s home.”

Bethanny ignored her, pushing harder into that kiss as her passion ignited. She loved that man so much! She couldn’t get enough of his love. 

“Hey, there are children here,” Ariana cried. “Get a room!”

“Ewwww!” Little Joey said.

The kids giggled. Kyle laughed, and her laugh turned into a snort. 

“Oops,” she said, and giggled. “I love you, baby.”

“I love you, too.”

“Stop,” Ariana said.

“I love you, too, Ari,” she called as she rushed into the living room. Bethanny swept up Joey, hugging and kissing him. “And I love little baby Joey so much!”

“As you should… Wait,” Ariana said. “You love me more, right?”

“Nuh uh,” Joey cried. “Mommy loves me best.”

“Mommy loves you both the best,” Bethanny said.

“What about Daddy?” Joey asked.

“I love him the most!”

“Most often,” Ariana said under her breath. “Lord, get your bedroom soundproofed for the love of God.”

Bethanny squealed. Her daughter laughed. Kyle, still in the kitchen just shook his head. She winked at her husband. 

“Dinner’s ready,” he called. 

They gathered at the dining room table, Kyle and Bethanny one one side, the kids on the other. She liked to sit next to the man she loved, as opposed to sitting opposite each other. Ariana teased her about being too lovey-dovey. 

“Delicious. The sauce is the best part,” Bethanny said, and gave him a lingering kiss. Then another.

“Thanks. The sauce is the only thing I didn’t cook,” he said. “It came out of a jar.”

Bethanny winked at Ariana. “I know.”

So he tickled her. The kids squealed and giggled just as loudly as Bethanny, until Ariana once again suggested they get a room. So the husband and wife behaved themselves through dinner, and then a hour of family TV afterwards. 

“Joey’s bedtime,” Kyle said.

While he put his son to bed, Bethanny sat on the couch, arm-in-arm with Ariana. She loved how close she was with her. Of course, she was only seven years older. They could pass for sisters.

“You should be more careful about using your magic, Ari,” she said. “It worries me how casually you display it.”

“I have to practice,” the teen said. “When magic manifests, it is literally use it or lose it.”

“I know, but evil forces watch out for any indications young people have magic,” she said. “You could be kidnapped, brainwashed, and then some evil sorcerer trains you in Black Magic.”

“Um, magic is magic,” she said. “Sorcerers and sorceresses might be good and evil, but they all use the same spells. Magic cannot be good or evil. I swear, there should be a Second Amendment for magic.”

Together they sang, “Everyone has the right, to fight with maaagic!”

“You are so crazy,”Ariana giggled.

“Not as crazy as you.”

“You’re both crazy,” Kyle said as he returned. He came up behind the couch. Grabbing Bethanny’s hair, he pulled her head back and claimed her lips. “But I’m crazier than both of you put together.”

He kissed her again, deeper, most passionately. Ariana sighed dramatically and left for her room. Kyle didn’t release Bethanny’s lips for a few more minutes.

“That got rid of the little rug rat,” he said, plopping down on the couch. Throwing an arm around her, Kyle pulled Bethanny in for another open mouth kiss. “You got the prettiest lips.”

“You’re creepy,” she said, voice deep and husky with unquenchable desire. “Shut up and keep kissing me.”

They made out hot and heavy. Bethanny quickly got his pants unzipped, cock in hand. Kyle stopped and pulled away, regarding her with worried eyes.

“You seem extra desperate tonight. Is there a problem?” he said. “A super heroine problem?”

“My super heroine life is one big problem after another,” she said. “Make love to me. Please. Make love to me so I can forget all my problems and just bask in your love.”

Kyle, good man that he was, stood up and swept his wife up in his arms. He paused to kiss her. Then kiss her again, before carrying her toward their bedroom.

“You probably should’ve stuffed your penis back into your pants first.”

“Dammit, I was hoping you didn’t notice,” he said. “I feel so stupid right now with my junk limp and dangling.”

She giggled.

“Hey now, super heroines don’t giggle.”

“Wanna bet?” she giggled. “Super heroines in love giggle. A lot.”

“Well, let me give my gorgeous giggling super girl something to giggle about,” he said. “Maybe put a bun in Super MILF’s belly.”

“That is the dream… What did you call me? Super MILF? Oh my God!”

He laughed as she started kicking and struggling as they passed into the bedroom. He kicked the door closed. 

“Sorry, babe, that slipped out,” he said. “But honestly, most of my male coworkers refer to your other persona as Super MILF. Or SHILF.”

“SHILF?”

“Super Heroine I’d Like to Fuck.”

“Oh my God. You have to quit and find another job.”

“Not gonna happen, lover,” he said, letting her feet fall to the floor. Kyle wrapped her up in his arms and claimed her lips. “Besides, all that matters is you are my SHILF.”

A retort died on her lips when he kissed her again. She moaned, groaned, opening his mouth with hers so their tongues could dance in her mouth. 

“I’m oddly fine with that,” she said. The blonde bit her lip, holding his eyes with a mischievous gaze. “I am your loving SHILF. All yours. No one else’s but yours. I love you.”

They quickly stripped each other, before he swept her up again, carried his young wife to the bed, and gently laid her upon it. Then he joined her to began the long, sensual foreplay. They kissed, nibbled, giggled and groaned. Hands explored. Her body bowed and trembled. Kyle’s talented fingers squeezed, rubbed, and probed, pushing her to the heights of pleasure and desire.

“Please, baby. Baby,” she gasped. “I’m about to explode. Take me. I need you inside me. I need to feel your love.”

He didn’t say a word. The tall, dark man slowly slipped atop the shapely blonde. Her legs spread of their own volition, allowing him right up to her entrance. Kyle’s raging hard-on tapped and slapped her loins until Bethanny wrapped long, delicate fingers around that long, thick shaft. She guided him into her.

“Ugggh,” she gasped, back bowing, head rocking when he thrust deep inside her. “Oh baby. Yes.”

Her insides, already a hot, fluttery mush, ignited. She felt every inch of him. She savored and relished every long, thick inch. Her husband thrust into her faster and faster, his ardor rising, consuming him. Bethanny dragged her long pink nails down his back, breaking the skin as she lost control of her passions.

“Oh yes. Yes. Yes!”

Bethanny bucked and writhed, her body rising closer and closer as he pounded into her. His hips slapped into her loudly, his shaft squelching in and out of her tight wetness. Her breath caught, baby blues wide, when that rush to climax consumed her body and soul. No stopping now.

“Aaagggh!” she cried, insides erupting. She bucked, pussy clamping down around him. “Yes. Yes. YES!”

Kyle kept thrusting, powering through her renewed tightness. He’d been there before, many times. He fucked his gorgeous wife through that orgasm, and into two more. Finally, he gasped and released deep inside her.

“Oh baby,” she whispered breathlessly. The blonde huffed and puffed, her beloved husband collapsed atop her, completely limp. Well, not everything was limp. She kissed his neck. “Baby. Please. Do it again.”