A Mother's... 'Love'

The systems activated while someone who could easily pass as Laurel's slightly older sister walked over. It was Cyra's birth mother Lara, or rather a synthetic robot body that looked identical to the original, with all of the original Lara's memories. It was a perfect duplicate of the woman, who'd sadly perished with the rest of Krypton when the planet was destroyed.

Laurel had originally met her as a hologram when she'd first found her Fortress when she was 18. Laurel had eventually learned to use the Kryptonian technology to build a life like body for the AI to download herself into. You wouldn't think she was actually a robot, even her flesh felt real and she could even feel as a living person would.

Lara was a beautiful woman, physically the age she had been when Krypton exploded, in her late 20s. She was without a doubt an absolute MILF, with long black hair, blue eyes, a fair complexion, F-cup tits with a gloriously round bubbly ass.

She looked like she could easily pass as Cyra's older sister and her synthetic yet extremely realistic feeling body was clad in a flowing white dress with a deep v-neck line that drew maximum attention to her magnificent cleavage, it was thin enough that it looked like her nipples were about to tear through the material. The front of the skirt only went to her mid thigh, leaving her long legs on full display while the sides and back went to her ankles, yet the back of the skirt all but molded to her ass, leaving nothing to the imagination. Her stance was one of elegance and power, her robotic form moving with a grace that would put any human to shame. To call her a living sex-bot was an understatement. She had been programmed with all of Lara's sexual knowledge and experience, making her quite the temptress.

Lara-El/SuperMILF - Erica Durance

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As she watched her daughter stumble in, Lara was glad her AI contained her full personality and emotions, instead of being like an emotionless... Well, robot. "Well, someone looks like she had fun. Or someone had fun with you, at least," Lara's holographic form quipped with a knowing smile as Superwoman, or rather the exhausted Laurel Kent, stumbled into the gleaming healing chamber of the Fortress of Solitude. Despite her physical state, Laurel couldn't help but appreciate the sight of her mother's robotic form dressed in such an alluring fashion. It was a stark reminder of the alien beauty that was her heritage. Lara waved her hand to the medical bed. "Strip and lie on your back with your legs open. You should be used to that by now, dear," she said with a smirk, her eyes twinkling with a mix of concern and amusement.

Laurel obeyed, her movements sluggish but deliberate. She knew the healing process would be thorough and intimate. The remnants of her ripped, stained and destroyed suit peeled off of her body as if it was stuck on by all the cum on her body. She felt the warmth of the medical bay's air as she lay down on the cold crystal surface, her legs spreading open without hesitation. The bed's sensors scanned her, their cold blue lights tracing her curves and crevices, the evidence of her brutal **** fading away before her very eyes.

Eyeing the slowly healing gape of her daughter's cunt, Lara looked appreciative and envious. "You get by fucked a dragon or something, Cyra?" she joked, using Laurel's Kryptonian name.

Moaning as a beam of yellow sunlight, intensified and focused on her by the Fortress to aid in her healing, bathed her body, Laurel couldn't help but smiled proudly at her mother. "Mmm, sure feels like it, Mama," she murmured, her voice hoarse from the hours of screaming. Her bruises and cuts were fading away, the warmth of the technology a stark contrast to the coldness of the crystal beneath her. "But it was just the Hammer of Boravia. I think he wanted to express his government's opinion of my stopping the war with Jarhanpur. Or at least take advantage of how I did it."

Lara's smile turned into a look of mock horror. "Oh, you and your diplomatic ways," she teased, walking closer to inspect her daughter's healing. She took advantage of the situation to give her daughter's body a more... Hands-on assessment, her robotic hands tracing the curves of her thighs, her stomach, and even cupped one of her breasts, testing the firmness. "I've seen the footage. You really know how to win hearts and minds. And by that, I mean cocks and cunts. You're turning into quite the slut, aren't you, Cyra-El?"

"You taught me well, Mama. I'm just behaving like any other Kryptonian female should," Laurel responded with a sultry smile, her eyes drooping slightly as the healing process began to soothe away the last vestiges of pain from her recent ordeal. It was true, Kryptonian females were natural sluts who instinctively had no concept of shame, dignity or understanding of the word no. As far as any Kryptonian female was concerned, that were little more than whores to fuck and use as men and women saw fit.

Lara chuckled, the sound echoing in the chamber. "Indeed, you're a true daughter of Krypton. Now, let Mommy clean her dirty little girl," she said, smiling like the naughty MILF she was and leaned down to lick the cum splattered on her daughter's tit, her tongue swirling around the hardened nipple.

The sensation was unexpectedly delightful to Laurel. She arched her back slightly, her breath catching as Lara's tongue danced across her sensitive flesh. "Mm, thank you, Mama," she whispered, her eyes fluttering closed.

Lara took her time, savoring the taste of the alien's seed on her daughter's skin. Her tongue moved from Laurel's breast to her neck, tracing the path of cum down to her navel, and then to her inner thighs. Her touch was gentle yet firm, and the warmth of her robotic mouth brought Laurel's body to a state of relaxation she hadn't felt in days.

Her body has been designed to be physically human in feel and appearance, complete with capability to give and feel pleasure, while her AI mind was programmed to be as much of a loving mother as the original Lara was and would've been to Laurel. She was more than just a robot to Laurel. She was a living, loving, sexual being that she could confide in and share her darkest secrets and desires with.

She was a mother, a lover, a teacher and a friend all in one delightfully sexy and alluring body. Lara had been programmed to love and care for Laurel, her daughter, in every way a mother should. And that included sexually. It was a part of Kryptonian culture that was as natural as breathing.

So as Cyra lay on the medical bed, her mother skillfully ate out her daughter's cunt, her tongue flicking at the sensitive nub, while her robotic hands gently squeezed and massaged her tits. Laurel moaned with pleasure as her mother's tongue delved deeper into her, her hips bucking slightly. "Mm, Mama... Yes, just like that," she murmured, her voice thick with arousal.

The synthetic Lara looked up at her, her eyes gleaming with mischief and love. "You like that, Cyra? You like Mommy's tongue on your little slut cunt?" she asked, her voice a seductive purr.

"Yes, Mommy," Laurel breathed, her voice thick with desire as she watched her mother's mouth work on her sex. The thought of the Hammer of Boravia's rough treatment only minutes ago was quickly fading into the background, replaced by the tender, yet hungry touch of Lara's tongue.

Lara looked up at her daughter, her own eyes filled with a fiery passion that mirrored the alien sun that had gifted them their powers. She licked her lips, savoring the taste of Laurel's arousal. "You know, Cyra-El," she began, her voice a soft purr, "Your Uncle Jor-El wanted you to be a representative of what old Krypton had been. Stuck up, arrogant and obnoxious. He wanted to place his own AI with you to teach you, and that would've been an absolute disaster in my opinion."

Lara was the youngest sibling of the House of El, her two older brothers, Jor-El and Zor-El were in many ways everything that was wrong with Krypton. Stuck up, arrogant, and obsessed with preserving their own legacies and the old ways. She, on the other hand, had always been a free spirit, eager to explore new ideas and emotions, especially those of a sexual nature.

Lara genuinely had no fucking clue who Cyra's father was. Proudly admitting that she'd been fucked by so many around that time that identifying the one who'd knocked her up was a genuine mystery she didn't have the time or patience to unravel. But she knew she'd done well. Cyra was a stunningly beautiful creature, a true daughter of Krypton.

As Lara licked and kissed her way up Laurel's body, she couldn't help but feel a sense of pride. This was her daughter, a powerful, sexual being who had embraced their shared heritage with open arms and legs. Her tongue swirled around Laurel's clit, her robotic fingers slipping into the wetness of her cunt, pumping in and out with a steady rhythm that had Laurel's breath hitching and her toes curling.

"Mm, you're so tight, baby girl," Lara murmured, her voice a mix of motherly affection and sexual hunger. "You really need to get laid more often." She joked, even though she knew her daughter got fucked almost regularly by everyone at any given opportunity.

Laurel's eyes snapped open, and she stared down at her mother with a look of surprise. "What? You think I'm not getting enough?" she asked with a playful smirk, her voice a bit shaky from the pleasure.

"When I was your age, young lady, I could barely leave the house without being swarmed by unscrupulous individuals wanting to **** me en masse," Lara said with a sly wink, her robotic fingers working Laurel into a frenzy. "But, of course, that was before your Uncle Jor-El and I had our... Differences. If he had his way, you'd be as prudish and boring as he was."

Laurel laughed despite the intensity of her approaching orgasm. "Mm, I can't imagine that," she moaned, her voice a delicious blend of pleasure and mirth. "But I'm happy you're here, Mama. You make everything feel so good."

Lara's smile grew as she watched her daughter's face contort with pleasure. "That's what Mothers are for," she murmured, her robotic mouth moving down to suck on Laurel's clit as her fingers curled inside her, hitting all the right spots.

Suddenly there was a crash from nearby. The two lovers/mother-daughter duo looked up and saw

Option 1: Kara-El, Cyra's cousin/sister. Older or younger? Power Girl or Supergirl? What was she doing? Suggestions welcome.

Who plays her? Melissa Benoist, Milly Alcock or someone else?

Option 2: The Hammer of Boravia who followed Laurel to the Fortress. What happens? Suggestions welcome.

Option x: someone else? Suggestions welcome.