Be My Queen

The dickgirl drove her point home as she flexed her thighs, driving the cock deep into Lois just as the reporter was lowering her own hips downward, so that once against the rubbery tip pressed uncomfortably deep inside the reporter. The reporter grunted and half leapt off the cock, but Blaze's hands holding her breasts kept her from going more than an inch or so.

"Think of it, my sweet. You will already be pregnant with our child...I could provide all the financial assistance you need, help you as you grow, watch her as she grows...your career need not suffer for this, nor should motherhood end it."

"In-in exchange for what?" Lois tossed back, hating her body for feeling so good as that fat cock split her cunt, as those strong, knowing fingers squeezed her tits. "I don't...I don't love you!"

"Not yet," Blaze conceded. "But I would be very undemanding as a spouse; I would ask no more than the rights of any husband to their wife's bed and person. Who knows? In time you might even grow...fond of my affections."

The reporter wanted to spit out a blanket denial. It was bad enough that she was getting fucked and impregnated just to get her mother off of her back, but the idea of marrying for...for child support payments, and selling her body to do it, without love just seemed...ancient, antiquated, and unfair.

Yet at the same time, Lois Lane hesitated to deny it outright. This was the real world, not some fairytale. She couldn't deny the hard cock that he pussy squeezed whenever she raised her hips, as if unwilling to let it go; couldn't dismiss the harsh realities of what it would be like as a single mother, trying to go through a pregnancy and raise a kid and work all at the same time. Already, she could feel that her relationship with Superman, that potential love, was now almost an impossibility. How could she possibly seduce or marry the Man of Steel when she was pregnant with someone else's kid?

These thoughts were interrupted only by a little moan from Blaze behind her, and a soft, warm breath on her pussy.

Lois Lane looked down to see her own mother, on her hands and knees, licking and kissing the dickgirl's cock as it slid in and out of her daughter's cunt.

"Mother!" Lois said. "What are you doing?"

"Helping," and so saying the old woman latched on to the reporter's clit and sucked it. Lois Lane moaned, long and low and loud, at this double ****, Blaze's cock filling up her fertile slit as her own mother sucked on the sensitive bean.

"That's...not...helping..." Lois panted, struggling to get a hold of herself.

The older woman craned her neck to look up at Lois. One finger played at the edge of the reporter's pussy, where the fat cock slid in and out of the soft pink tunnel.

"I think Blaze would be quite a catch," the violet eyes blinked up at her daughter. "I mean, it's not like you have a man in your life right now. Think of the baby."

"There is no baby!" Lois said, frustrated and aroused and...

"There's about to be," Blaze grunted from behind her.