Epilogue: Lois Lane In Crisis

They heard her sobbing from Metropolis, where they were just mopping up the last of the Ultra-Humanite's goons. Power Woman, Superwoman, and Supergirl were in the air in an instant, the pregnant women rising steadily, fists in front of them, air slipping past their growing bellies, skirts flapping in the wind.

By the time they arrived at the Kent farm, Lois Lane was in the kitchen shakily pouring another drink. Tears streamed down her face, her dark hair in utter disarray. She wasn't wearing any pants, her Kryptonian cock hanging over the edge of the chair.

"Lois? Lois what is it?" Kara said, bringing feet down to touch the kitchen floor. At eight months gone, the young mother-to-be couldn't even cradle her hands around her belly, each breast swelled bigger than her head. She was supposed to be on bed rest, but...

Lois looked up at her wife, blubbering and sniffing. Her face twisted in pain. Finally, she managed to croak out:

"I fucked Ma Kent."

The smell of breakfast had lured the sleepy reporter down the old stairs in her bare feet, dressed only in an old flannel shirt and a pair of custom-made panties to accommodate her dick. Lois Lane smelled bacon, coffee, and fresh biscuits, her tummy rumbling and knowing that she was going to put on weight if Ma Kent kept feeding her like this.

Lois was a city girl, but the whole country life was really warming to her. Up at cock-crow, fuck her wives, milk the cows and collect the eggs, then breakfast...of course, the wives and Connie had flown off to deal with some superhero business in Metropolis, so Lois had slept in.

So it was just Lois and Ma, the dickgirl hoping the flannel shirt would hide her morning wood, and she rounded the corner into the kitchen to say good-morning...

The old woman was half-leaning over the table, putting out a full spread of breakfast. Rashers of bacon, eggs, biscuits, jam...the woman still got up at o-dark-thirty to get everything ready, and Lois and her wives loved her for it, but what struck the reporter's attention right then and there was Ma Kent's big...fat...ass...

Suddenly, Lois Lane's cock was painfully rigid.

It was like the reporter was seeing the old woman for the first time. Silver-haired, wrinkles around the eyes, still fit but a little bottom-heavy. Wide hips and an ass that Lois knew could really fill out a pair of jeans...but Ma wasn't wearing jeans now. Just an apron, ass bare to the world, legs just a little bit apart so that the dickgirl could catch a glimpse of that hairless, freshly-shaved quim...

Lois was on her before she even knew what she was doing, pushing Ma face-first down on the kitchen table. She tore her own custom panties off to free her raging hard-on and lined her Kryptonian dick up with that ancient twat...

She hesitated. Self-control re-asserting itself, struggling against her basic instincts.

I can't do this, I can't, what am I thinking...

"Oh Lois," Ma Kent turned toward her, straightening her glasses. "Please don't stop."

...and like that Lois was plunging forward, the fat pussy spreading beneath her dick, Lois losing sight of it, as the pillows of the old woman's fat ass crushed against her abs. Every thrust made the table shake, the glasses and silverware dance. The reporter was lost in the soft, slick tightness of Ma Kent's cunt, the utter wrongness of what she was doing and how right it felt.

Driving her on to further heights were the little moans that came from Ma's throat, the repeated "uh uh uh" as the dick slammed home deep inside of her, sending a jam jar hurtling to the floor. Lois Lane's hips were on auto-pilot as she jackhammered her pistoning prick in and out of the old hole, grunting in delight as she felt the old woman stiffen and then spasm from her first orgasm in who knew how long...

...but Lois Lane wasn't done yet.

"How's your hip?" The dickgirl asked.

"Uh...uh..." Ma struggled to get her breath. "A little sore."

"Let's make that a lot sore." With a surge of strength, Lois flipped the old woman around, her ankles coming to rest on the reporter's shoulders, her hands reaching down to grab the edge of the table and hold on for dear life. From this angle, Lois could see the sagging breasts poking out of the apron from either side, soft and shot through with blue veins like a fine cheese, looking half melted.

It made Lois even harder to watch them jiggled as she fucked Ma Kent more.

Somewhere, the coffee cooled. The bacon congealed into the grease. Eggs grew dry. Cows lowed, udders full and needing to be milked. And Lois Lane slammed her aching prick as deep into the old woman's twat as it could go and shot her wad, the whole aching ball of hot nut that Kara and Karen liked to suck and fuck out of her every morning, deep inside the pussy of Superman's adopted mother.

Lois held herself in there, eyes closed in relief, internal muscles working to expel every last gob of cum...and then, reality came crushing down again.

"She's in her room, having a nap." Lois blinked back through the tears. "I just...I don't know what the hell is wrong with me, to do something like that to that sweet old lady..."

"If Ma was only wearing an apron, I think that's more than a senior moment," Kara said, her mouth in a firm line. "From what you say, she almost sounds like she was begging for it."

"Older women are still sexual beings," Power Woman chimed in, rubbing her belly and helping herself to some cold coffee and bacon. "And we've been fucking like minxes lately. Maybe she just...got excited?"

Lois sniffed. "You mean you're not angry?"

Superwoman shrugged, helping herself to what was left of the eggs. She was eating for six...at least. Power Woman echoed the maneuver as she warmed up the coffee with her heat vision.

Connie, who was still dealing with morning sickness, picked desultorily at the cold toast. "It's a little weird. I mean, she's bound to have gotten lonely since Pa died. But what's worrying me is...what if this isn't just Ma with a dose of Kryptonian cock fever." The young woman frowned, squirmed uncomfortably as the older women looked at her. "What if Lois is projecting...pheromones or something."

Power Woman slurped and swallowed. "A good point. I think we should take Lois in for a checkup."

Kara, mouth full of eggs, added.

"Probably pick up some pregnancy tests too. For Ma."

The kitchen was so silent, they could hear Connie's stomach gurgle.

"I mean...she can't, can she?" The former Superboy asked, resting a hand on her barely showing abdomen. "She's too old."

"If she hasn't gone through menopause yet..." Karen mused.

"...but she was barren, that's why she and Pa..." Lois cut in.

"...unless it was really Pa that was infertile." Ma chimed in, standing at the doorway. She looked tired, grey hair disheveled, and was wearing a bathrobe. "Yes, I've wondered that too. As for the rest...well, we'll just see. Would one of you be a dear and get me a cup of coffee?"