Ask Blaze To Become Her Father

Ella Lane and Blaze blinked.

"Oh, don't look at me like that," Lois said to her mother and the demonic dickgirl. "If I'm going to do this, at least let me work out my Elektra Complex at the same time, okay?"

"Did you ever...?" Ella started.

"No," Lois said. "But I saw him coming out of the shower once, and...well, y'know. That can leave an impression."

More like the image of his fat cock had haunted her dreams. Lois Lane had of course never acted on the impulses inspired by that brief glimpse of his wet prick, but it had become a staple of her personal spank bank. She still sometimes thought about it when she masturbated.

Maybe actually fucking it will exorcise the idea from my brain. Get it out of my system.

"Did he ever...?"

"No! God no. Single father, two daughters? He even made us do our own laundry."

"Kinky," Blaze said, butting in. She rose and stood between the Lane women. "I'm going to need to borrow a bit of your memories to do this, so just hold still..."

The red-skinned demon placed a palm on each of Lois and Ella's foreheads. Mother and daughter suddenly found themselves thinking of him—Sam Lane, the general. Lois could still remember how hairy he had been, back in his prime...thick neck, solid muscle not yet gone to fat, still maxing all the physical training tests, hair only lightly touched with silver, and his cock...the great, uncircumcised beast of a cock, as thick as her teenage wrist, with a big, bulbous purple mushroom tip, testicles lost in a scraggly forest of dark pubic hair.

Other images, more intimate, began to flick through her brain...and Lois wondered if these were her mother's memories, of a younger, slimmer Sam Lane. The image in the daughter's mind gained definition, added detail...a tattoo on his right ass-cheek that she hadn't seen, a heart with "Ella" in curvy letters. The scars on his back from when he won his Bronze Star. The little scar on his dick, long faded, when they had been playing with a chastity device and it had caught on his foreskin...

Lois blinked...and suddenly he was standing there, in his uniform, where Blaze had been standing. He even smelled the same, like Old Spice and bourbon. Smiled down at mother and daughter. The reporter felt her heart beat, sudden instinct telling her to cover up. She knew, intellectually, that it wasn't her father...that it was just Blaze in disguise...but at the same time...it was so easy to believe that it was him...and Lois was suddenly aware of how wet she was, down between her legs, her little canoe swamping in anticipation.

"Well now," his voice boomed. "I think it's time our little girl got knocked up, don't you mother?"

"Yes daddy," Ella said, playing along. The older woman moved to behind Lois.

"Spread your legs dear. We have to welcome your daddy home..."