Missionary

On her back. Thighs spread. Superboy moved inside her like a quarterback plowing his girlfriend's mother...and Lois Lane clutched his broad muscled back and pressed his face between her tits and she told herself it had to be the effects of the Kryptonite but she felt a little thrill inside her every time he said...

"Mom...mom...mommy..."

"Come on, Kon-El," she said. "Give me a baby. Make mom a mommy."

It was a game. A sick, nasty game, and Lois knew it and she loved it. She didn't care that he wasn't her son and that he was over the legal age. Lois loved the ache deep inside of her as his cock threatened to dig a furrow in her cunny. Loved the way he panted and pushed deeper and faster, the strokes faster and faster. No, they weren't mother and son, but it was so hot just to pretend...and when his back arched and he pushed his steel-hard shaft as deep in her slit as he could, she grabbed his tight buttocks with both hands and grinned like the cat that got the cream.

Lois Lane rarely had sex bareback, and had hardly ever had a partner actually ejaculate inside of her. Even when it had happened, she hadn't actually felt the moment. She'd just been aware, after the fact, of the way her pussy felt wetter and slimier than normal, and she'd squeeze the jizz out and collect it in a tissue or something.

Except...not this time.

There was a sting, deep inside her as Superboy's first splurt exploded from his steely prick. Lois Lane's eyes went wide as the sensation was repeated a second and third time...and it wasn't until the sixth rope of jizz hit the back of her cunt that the MILF-ified reporter realized she could actually feel his ejaculations, deep inside of her.

"Oh! Great Caesar's ghost...baby, I can feel you cumming!" Lois huffed, her face flushed, aroused beyond measure at the realization...and there were only two or three more shots before Superboy half-collapsed on top of her, the young man momentarily spent.

He kissed her breasts, softly. Lois smiled. She wondered what it would be like, pregnant with his baby. Her stomach swollen, her breasts full of milk...

"What are we going to do," Kon-El said, suddenly serious. "When the Kryptonite wears off, I mean? Are you still going to...I mean, you might not want to..."

There were questions in his eyes, and Lois Lane smiled at her young lover and thought about how to answer them.