Parting Words With my Mother

As I was finishing the final preparations for my departure for Earth. A timid and malnourished **** girl came my chambers. "Great one." the girl said with awe and terror, her gaze averted and her posture was of someone who was used to being beaten for no reason. "Your mother sends me as a message and a gift. She commands that you visit her chambers with all haste." The girl winced from the blow she expected, but never came.

I whistled to summon my butler, the craggy old gentlemen's gentlemen grimaced at the sight of the casually abused lowlie-girl. "Bilkins, fetch a gift-boy and send him to my mother with the message that I will come by at half past The Hour of Impaling. Then, fetch this girl something to eat." The girl stole a brief glance at me. Her look was one of confusion and relief. A lowlie like herself is raised with the understanding that she is a disposable creature. A tool for a god to use and cast aside. I stroked the girl's cheek as I lifted her gaze to meet mine. The girl looked at me with awe. Her skin prickled with goosebumps as I gently caressed the scars on her wrists and neck from a lifetime of wearing ill-fitting bindings. With a few words and the application of some magicules, I healed the girl. Tears of relief wetting her eyes as old pains she stopped feeling out of familiarity were suddenly gone.

Like all of the high born gods of the two holy planets, I can draw power and pleasure from the psychic energies of mortals. Lord Darkseid has a boundless appetite for the despair of others. Suffering and fear are intense flavors which I enjoy as much as the next Apokolipitan, but much to the confusion and disgust of some members of my family, I find that I have developed a taste for gratitude and devotion when it is coming from those I have enthralled.
The lowlie girl put up no resistance, she was already broken. With casual ease I pressed my aura against the girl's mind and shaped it into a leash that wrapped around her soul. I felt a rush as the girl's mind became an extension of my will. I bit my lip to help me contain the overwhelming sensation that I had learned to expect from the moment I own a new person. The girl's eyes went wide as she felt the pull of my divine power. "Oh Master!" She cried out in ecstatic joy as she experienced a fraction of the orgasmic rush that surged from my groin up into my brain and down into my toes that was a thousand times more intense than any of the party **** DeSaad or Sleez distributed to the royal Court. At that time, I could only speculate whether or not the special Source wine that Metron makes was more intense than that feeling I got from binding someone's soul and making them mine.

When Bilkins returned with the tray of food and a pretty gift-boy, I was enjoying the taste of the girl's lips as my fingers played with the girl's ribs. I gave the girl leave to enjoy the porridge with soylents as I went to inspect the boy. He was a good looking lad with a lean and defined musculature. He looked to be the same age as me, and since I actually looked like the age that I was at the time, that meant that he could not have been any more than twenty five years old. "Do you know your duty?" I asked for formality's sake.

The boy nodded. "I am to deliver myself and your message to The Lady Mezmyra and inform her that you shall be arriving half an hour after the daily impalings, Master. At which point..." The youth became nervous, then finished "...I shall become her property."

"Good boy." I said giving the ****'s ass a slap to send him on his way.

***

I was somewhat surprised to see the boy again. I arrived in my mother's quarters to find her watching two naked lowlie boys oiled up and wrestling with one another. I had been **** to watch mother making her slaves play these sorts of games that I could figure that the two mortals had been told that the pair of them would both be sent to the bioforges to be transubstantiated into parademons, but one of them would be spared if their managed to sodomize their opponent and spill their seed in the other's mouth or ass before the timer hit zero. I recognized my gift struggling with a man ten years older and thirty pounds heavier. No doubt the women looking on anxiously was the bigger man's wife and daughters, who knew that if their man was to be soulwiped and remade that the last thing he would see as a human would be the ladies of his life getting a train run on them by the underdogs.

As the two men fought for their very lives and souls, the lady Mezmyra, my mother, turned and noticed that I had entered the room. "My Baby Boy!" She said getting up from her couch and running over to give me a hug as fast as her high heels could carry her. She was dressed as she usually did, like a princess who moonlighted as a whore. The only thing the was wearing that could technically be considered clothing was her golden thong bikini. That was not to say she was not wearing anything. From the enormous and elaborate crystal crown on her head to the golden toe rings on her feet. My mother was dripping in drip. "Come here." She said opening her arms to give me a hug while barking at the two mortals to "keep fighting." as she pressed me into her cleavage and squeezed me in a super strength hug. My mother looked me in the eyes and smiled. Her nose rubbed against mine playfully with a giggle before her lips pressed into mine as her tongue began to explore my mouth. "You were not going to leave without saying goodbye, were you?" Mom asked while her hand grabbed my crotch.

"Of course not." I lied. I had very much wanted to avoid exactly this kind of farewell. Ever since I had been declared a man by Darkseid and tasked with expanding His dominion, my mother had started seeing me as someone truly worthy of her affection. **** among the gods is considered normal and mother was just showing me how proud I had made her no differently than how Darkseid shows His pleasure with any of His daughters and granddaughters. Make no mistake, I love my mother. I just wish that I did not have to love her in that way.

"Come." She said as she took my arm and led me over to where two women were kneeling in front of one another. With their left hands the two slaves frigged their partner as their right hands explored and fondled their designated lover. One of them was new, a girl with the orange skin and platinum blonde hair of a native of Skaidon IV. She had been some kind of singer turned actress before my arrival. The other girl was one of my nieces, a product of one of my brother's dalliances with the ladies of the **** camps, the bastard girl's pale skin and black hair created the sort of contrast my mother enjoyed in her lesbians. "What do you think?" She asked me as her hand rubbed my ass cheek.

"I see why you enjoy watching them." I said. The two girls looked at me as I spoke. The new girl's expression was one that of a **** addled bimbo, her mind to flooded with chemicals to be anything but an obedient plaything. My niece, trained **** whore that she was, bit her lip and looked at me with the slutty expression she had been trained to show all of the gods.

"I am glad." My mother said. snapping her fingers, the two naked **** girls stood up and got on either side of me. The nubile young whores began to lick my ears, kiss my neck, and remove my clothes. My mother sat down on the couch and watched as the two **** girls took turns stroking my shaft and teasing my sack with their well manicured fingers. Their tongues teasing my nipples pushed me to the point where I could not hide my arousal. "There is my big boy." My mother said, testing the hardness of my hardon. "Come here and show mommy how much you love her." I felt my mother's aura pressing against my spirit, her energies reshaping themselves into psychic tendrils that wrapped themselves around my mind. I felt the familiar sensation of her imposing her will on me. I tried to resist. Tried to use the mental shielding techniques I had spent countless hours practicing, techniques which usually worked, to prevent my mother from controlling me. The effort made her giggle before she smashed my mental shields and psychicly leashed me.

With her finger, she beckoned me to sit with her. I felt as if I were physically pulled into her grasp. As her finger nails dug into my shoulder muscles. I broke the thin chains that held the lady Mezmyra's bikini bottom together and tossed away the only barrier separating my throbbing hard cock from my mother's wet, goddess pussy.

"Fuck me harder. Show me what a strong boy you have become!" My mother commanded. I felt as if the words struck my like and electric whip. I redoubled me efforts to pound my mother's pussy. "Yes! Yes! Yes!" She said before flipping us around. My mother rode atop me as I sat on the couch with a clear view of the wrestling match's conclusion.

My mother's moans of pleasure were being drowned out by the cries of pain and humiliation coming from the floor mat. The younger, smaller **** boy was pressed onto his back in a stress position with his legs spread open. The older man who gripped his opponent by his ankles was pressing the younger man down into the mat as he sodomized the youth. As the **** boy cried and pleaded for mercy with blood and cum leaking from his ravaged butt. My mother screamed in pure joy. Her eyes rolled back as the psychic energies which came from the slaves caused my mom to cum.

Mother thought that we were done, but I had other ideas. A fire was blazing inside of me. A carnal hunger had awakened within me and a cold, predatory, voice from the back of my mind told me that I should take my fill and satisfy myself.
I gave my mother's ass a slap. Something which caused onlooking lowlies to gasp in shock and horror. Mother only gave a surprised laugh before I grabbed her rear with one hand and lifted us both into the air with my powers of flight. Mother cried out in pleasure before wrapping her legs around my waist and squeezing me with the superhuman strength of her divine quadriceps and glutes. As we rose into the air, mother used her own flying powers to try and pull me higher into the air. What followed was a sort of wrestling match. Our legs wrapped around one another, my mother and I gyrated around the air as we struggled for dominance in our flying fornication.
I cannot say what the lowlies on the ground saw, but from my perspective it was a hot, sweaty, struggle for dominance as Mother tried to control the action and stay on top of me. I felt my mother's heels grinding into my kidneys as she rode me through the open ceiling window into the skies of Apokolips where I climaxed. "Mommy!" I cried out as I filled her with my demi-god seed.

***

The pair of us flew back to Mother's chambers where we snuggled on the couch. Wrapped in one another's arms amidst the glow of post-coital bliss, my mother and I watched as parademons dragged the sobbing and broken lowlie away for transubstantiation as the victorious wrestler hugged his family. "Such a fine display." Mother said. "Now for some lighter fare." With a snap and a few gestures, Mother commanded the orange and white **** girls to fall to their knees and start licking the man's dirty dick clean enough to stick inside of their own pussies.

"I am going to miss you." Mother said as she kissed me once more.

"I am not going away forever. I just want to find my father and learn about his people and his world." I said.

"Just do not forget to have fun." She said as she kissed me. "And bring me back a few souvenirs. A few Japanese girls and a big black man with a big black..."

"Yes mom. I will not forget your dream of breeding a line of Blackonese bulls and bitches." I said.

"Thatta boy. You really are your father's son. Which reminds me." The lady Mezmyra snapped her fingers. "I have a gift for you." She said.

(At this point. I am unsure whether or not to reveal the identity of our protagonist's father. Tell me who you think Mezmyra shacked up with and if you want the secret to be revealed or remain ambiguous.)