Lois Lane's Mother

"Mom!?" Lois turned to the ghost of Ella.

"Yes," Blaze smiled. She reached out to rub the reporter's thigh. "She wanted grandchildren. To solve that, I had to attract the others...those missing women in turn brought you here. Where her curse can be resolved."

"I...I..." The reporter tried to make sense of this all. She felt a little dizzy. The champagne was really getting to her. Not enough to make her drunk, but definitely making it harder for her to think quite as fast as she needed to. "Mom, you did all this so I would get knocked up? I thought you said this was a curse!"

"It is a curse. I can't move on until my unfinished business is complete, and that means grandchildren. It's past time you learned what it means to be a mother," Ella Lane said. She pulled the table away from Lois. "Now stand up."

Unsteadily, Lois did as her mother ordered, not even thinking about why...until she felt the slim, cool hands of the ghost grasp the top of her pants and begin to pull them down.

"Mother!" Lois said, blood rushing to her cheeks. "What are you doing?"

"Well, Angelica can't impregnate you through your pants, can she?" Ella said matter-of-factly.

"I probably could," Angelica said. Lois turned to see the dickgirl shed the last of her garments, sitting on the couch absolutely naked, stroking her erection. "But this is more fun."

For a moment, the reporter was speechless. While she wasn't a lesbian by any means, Blaze's lithe, muscular form was impressive. There was no trace of fat on her at all, except for the small breasts the dickgirl was lean as a greyhound, ribs showing, abdomen rocking a distinct six-pack. The cock and balls between her legs, however, was anything but feminine.

The cock had a slight curve to it, the lower part swollen and taut, and Lois quickly saw why: a black cockring strapped around the base, and another grasping the dickgirl's hefty, hairless balls.

"You were planning this," Lois said as her mother tugged the pants down around her knees. "This entire time."

"Well, we expected you to come here," Blaze said, stroking her cock, eyes wandering approvingly up and down the reporter's own form. "Whether you sit on this cock or not is your own choice. I can't **** you. But if you don't do it..."

"...your sister will," Ella shook her head.

Lois shook her head.

"Mom...Jesus. You can't just run our lives like that!" The reporter said. "It's nuts! It's not healthy!"

"If it makes you feel any better," Blaze said. "Once you're pregnant, the curse will be lifted. Ella can ascend directly into heaven—and never be able to return to this plane of existence."

That gave the reporter pause.

"You mean..." she said slowly, "...if I get knocked up, I'll never have to deal with mom's ghost nagging me ever again? On anything?"

"Cross my heart," the dickgirl made a complicated sign across her left breast.

Lois at the cock. It looked awfully big.