End: Lois Is Morbidly Fascinated

"Dad's dick?" Lois said, staring down at the cock that jutted out from above her mother's pussy. It was so surreal to think that this is what her father's penis looked like. That it was attached to her mother. Pressed against her skin.

"Yes. He was always a little on the big side. It's one of the things I loved about him," Ella Lane said. The ghost sighed as she slid the prick down until the head of the cock pressed against the reporter's labia. "What he wouldn't give to be here now."

"Wait...mom, are you really going to..." Lois said.

The old woman's hips plunged forward. Her hands **** her daughter's shoulders onto the bed...and the cock slid as if on greased wheels straight into her pussy, and didn't stop until Ella Lane's hips smacked into the reporter's crotch.

"Umm! You're so tight! You've been such a good girl..."

Lois gasped. The cock was surprisingly cool to the touch. Like the one time she had left a dildo in the refrigerator overnight, then tried to masturbate with it. The difference in temperature struck her more than the size or the technique...but then Ella Lane's lips came down to kiss her daughter's left nipple, and the hips were rising and falling, drawing the cool, hard cock in and out, in and out...and Lois felt a shudder of revulsion in her stomach as she wondered if this is what it would feel like if her father actually did fuck her...

It was just all so wrong.

She raised her head, staring down at her body as she lay like a limp fish while her mother drove the cool cock into her body again and again. The older woman's hands roamed over Lois...her mouth found the corner of her jaw, that spot behind her ear, that normally drove Lois wild. When her mother squeezed and lifted her ass so that she could plunge the cock in deeper, Lois could not stifle the little moan that came from her lips...and Ella Lane shook and redoubled her lovemaking.

"That's it, baby! Cum on mommy's cock! You want to, don't you? Don't worry...mommy can't get you pregnant. She just wants to feel her big girl squirm and squeal..."

Lois Lane closed her eyes. She was doing this for her mom, and her mom wanted her to cum. So that's what she was going to do.

Carefully, slowly, Lois began to flex her hips to better meet her mother's thrusts. She reached down with one hand and rubbed her clit. Her other hand found her left nipple, and began to rub that too. Eyes shut, trying to imagine that it was Superman making love to her. Superman whose thick, long cock was bottoming out in her pussy. Whose lips began sucking on her other nipples. Whose hands squeezed her ass.

The reporter's breath began to come in shorter, hotter gasps. She could feel herself get wetter, the little trick of liquid that began to drip down the crack of her ass. Nipples and clit hard. Her tongue began to circle her mouth as she imagined Superman making love to her...wishing he would kiss her. To feel and taste his tongue...

...and then Ella Lane's tongue slid into her mouth. Those lips locked on hers. Lost in her momentary fantasy, Lois inhaled, sucking the tongue inside...and that sort of sent her tumbling over the edge. Her pussy clamped tight. A slow electric wave spread out from her pussy. As it traveled up her spine her back arched, her fingered clamped painfully tight on her nipple. Eyes shut tight, she opened her mouth wide to inhale...and then there was a rush that Lois had never felt before. Like swallowing air, but sort of both ends at once...

...and then Lois Lane dropped and hit the bed, alone.

She opened her eyes, blinked, gasping for breath, her body damp with sweat, her pussy super-sensitive...she had just cum, and now...now her mother...

The clock struck midnight.

A minute passed. Nothing happened.

Oh darling, her mother's voice said in her head. It worked!

"Mom?" Lois looked around, but couldn't see her anywhere.

I'm inside you, dear. To hide from the demon, I slipped my soul inside of yours.

"You...I...for how long?" Lois Lane asked.

Just until you die. Then your soul will carry me to heaven. Oh dear, it's going to be such fun!

Lois Lane's heart sank. Her mother's ghost was living in her head. She didn't know if she needed a therapist, an exorcist, or both.

And I'll be able to give you motherly advice! Starting with: when are you going to give me some grandchildren? You're not exactly a spring chicken, you know...

The reporter sat at the edge on the bed and groaned. She leaned forward and held her head in her hands. She had started out tonight to find four missing women...and had ended up with her mother's voice in her head.

"I'm fucked," Lois whispered to herself.

You will be, Ella Lane said, her voice annoyingly chipper. I'll help!

Lois Lane shook her head, her mind wandering back over her choices, wondering when and how her night out went wrong...and wondering whether any other Lois Lane, in any other timeline, had ended up as she had. A question she would never know the answer to.