Fucking Lois Lane's Father

When they ceased to move—or when the shadows ceased to move around them, Lois wasn't quite sure which—the reporter found herself someplace familiar.

It was her father's house, the general's quarters on the army base where he was stationed. A simple one-story ranch house, nothing ostentatious...all of his military awards on the wall in the living room, pictures of Lois and her sister Lucy, their mother...

...and a cold wet pit opened up in the reporter's stomach as she looked down at the floor and saw a trail of clothing. A woman's clothing, shorter and wider than Lois. The reporter started forward, Blaze on her heels. The door to her father's bedroom was open, and she got there just in time to step over the bra that had been dropped on the floor, to see Mara de la Cruz's big backside as she stepped out of her panties.

Her father had disrobed earlier—Lois could see his jacket carefully hung, the dress trousers neatly folded...but he was on the bed, in his socks and undershirt and white standard-issue boxers, and his cock was poking up the front.

"We shouldn't be doing this," the older man said. "You're young enough to be my daughter."

"Oh?" Mara said. She stepped forward with an exaggerated shake of her hips. "Then maybe I should call you daddy."

They kissed. Lois Lane looked on in something like horror, unable to take her face away as her father stuck his tongue in the young woman's mouth, his grizzled old hands reaching out to grasp and fondle her dangling tits...and then with a playful hop, Mara pushed him back across the bed and was straddling his hips. His stiff prick was rubbing between the capacious cheeks of her ass, and Mara moaned as she rubbed her pussy on him.

"Hold on," the old man said. "A condom—"

"Oh daddy," Mara said. "You don't need a condom with me. You never need a condom with me."

She raised her hips up and reaching back, guided his cock to her unprotected cunny.

"You know daddy," Mara said, her voice husky. "It would be so easy for you...to get me pregnant."

He groaned as her fat pussy engulfed his dick. Lois wanted to scream.

"It's not...not too late," the young Latina arched her back, sinking her ass heaving in the old man's lap. "You can be a daddy again...I can give you babies..."

"What the fuck, dad?" Lois whispered.

Blaze slid her arm around the reporter's shoulders.

"Did you know Mara de la Cruz was in ROTC? She saw your father once. Liked him very much. Turns out she didn't really want to be an officer...but she'd love to be an officer's wife."

"I have to stop this," Lois said. "This is wrong, this is..."

"Is it wrong?" the demon countered, as Lois Lane's father buried his meaty hands in his fucktoy's ass, his mouth clamping tight on one swollen nipple, his bristly mustache tickling her tit. "Or is it just that this one hits a little close to home?"

Lois didn't have an answer to that...and just turned her head away, sickened at the thought that this cow, younger than herself, was angling to become her stepmother.

"You should be happy for your father," Blaze said, both hands on the reporter's shoulders now, thumbs working out the kinks in the back muscles. "She'll be a good little bimbo for him. Suck his cock and gargle his grizzled grey balls. That was part of her wish, to be his perfect little fuckpuppet. On his birthday, she'll even let him fuck her ass...and tell him she loves it. Mara wouldn't even want to get pregnant, except that's his secret fetish. Wants to prove he's still virile."

The reporter couldn't close her ears to the revelations.

"I've seen enough," Lois said. "Just...take me back. I'm done."

"Done?" Blaze said. Her lips were at the reporter's ear. "Oh no, Lois. We're just getting started."