Lois Goes Back To The Womb

Warm, wet flesh wrapped around Lois Lane. Powerful muscles conversed, drawing her deeper inside the dark tunnel. The air became close...stale...stifling. All she could smell was her mother's pussy, the sweet, musky, familiar womanly odor. A part of Lois wanted to reach out her tongue and lick her mom's pussy as she slid deeper into it, but she was so tired she couldn't keep her eyes open. Her eyes closed, and she found it so hard to breathe...

Then she realized she didn't have to. Lois Lane's lungs burped out the last breath of air and then remained still...and as she felt something tug at her navel, the reporter understood that she was reconnected to her mother once more through the birth cord. Ella was breathing for them both.

Her heart thundered in her chest, but she could also hear a booming, thundering palpitation through the walls of the vagina. Ella Lane's heart, slowly synching in time with her daughter's. There was something warmly nostalgic about the whole experience, and the reporter wondered what her therapist would say about that.

Feet hit a barrier. Scraped against a strange, unfamiliar ridge of flesh, but the squeezing continued, drawing Lois farther and farther in. Her body contracted, pressing into a tight portal of flesh.

The cervix, Lois realized. She was amazed at how aware she felt. Not sleepy as she might have thought. Lois could make out every ridge of her mother's final vaginal barrier as her whole body squeezed through. Was aware as it closed behind her. Of floating, then, in that warm, amniotic fluid...

And of the voice, strangely garbled but distinct, that echoed through the walls of her mother's gravid womb.