End: You Don't Have To Marry Me

Lois Lane let her hands fondle those firm, muscular buttocks. It had been a long time since she had felt so...wanted. Her comment had been lighthearted, a joke, but she could tell the young man took it seriously. Superboy frowned down at her.

"I mean...it's not like I wouldn't. I'd take responsibility," he said, and it was always so strange to see young men of his age, try to act like they thought "real men" should act, never knowing how insecure all men were.

The reporter smiled. She let gathered the sweat from the small of his back on her fingers and slid one finger down the crack of his ass...

"Oh?" Lois said. "You know I'm not going to look like this forever. My normal mommy milkers are smaller and firmer. Of course if you have knocked me up, they'll get all swollen...not like those firm, perky tits on those teammates of yours. You'll probably want to date girls your own age."

He tensed as her finger slid over his asshole, but Lois had different ideas. She rubbed his taint, right above those tight balls...it was so strange to her that they were hairless. Maybe he shaved them. Maybe Kryptonians just were that way. She knew so little about his anatomy, despite what they had just done...

Superboy reached out and grabbed the headboard with both hands. He looked down at her, his blue eyes completely serious.

"I was going to ask if you'd be my girlfriend. But since you brought it up...I want you to be my MILF. Forever."

Just like that, Lois felt him get hard again inside of her. Not a slow erection, but instantly stiff. Her eyes widened and nostrils flared. He seemed to understand.

"Kryptonians can get hard whenever they want, and stay hard forever. I had an erection for four days once, before I learned how to turn it off," he shook his hips, and Lois felt his cock slide around inside her pussy. "Mommy...Miss Lane...Lois...I'll prove I mean it!"

She was going to say something, but he bent down and pressed his mouth against hers. His tongue pressed into her mouth, so strong and forceful that Lois nearly choked. The MILF-ified reporter writhed beneath him, and Superboy took that as a sign of pleasure...and he wasn't entirely wrong.

Age differences could be exploitative in relationships...yet Lois Lane knew there was nothing she could make him do. He was too powerful for that. The reporter knew that Superboy probably only wanted her because of how easily she had let him have her...but when she was pinned beneath him, when her fingers clutched those nigh-invulnerable balls, when he shot his jizz into her and she could feel the impact over and over and over again, the little stinging prick of each jet of seed as it hit the back of her pussy...and the sheer joy he felt as he squeezed her tits and sucked on her nipples and whispered his young man's dreams about keeping her pregnant forever...

Well, Lois Lane could only smile and shift her hips and fuck him back as hard as she could.

Dawn would find them in each other's arms, spent and tired...and as the Red Kryptonite wore off her skin would get tighter, and her breasts firmer, and maybe she looked less like his mother and more like...and older girlfriend. But not one that was too old for him. She ran her fingers through his short black hair as he slept the sleep of the just, nestled between her breasts, and Lois wondered what she would have to do to keep him, with all those tight young heroines his own age surrounding him all day.

She kissed his forehead. "If you save the world," she whispered. "You can fuck my ass."

Maybe he heard her. Maybe he didn't. Lois Lane held him close, her pussy sore and leaking, her long, strange night out over...and she cast her mind back on all the choices that she had made that led her to this moment, and wondered what might have happened if she had done anything differently.