TIME...! For a classic hero origin story!

"Like every hero's origin story, the greats from Batman's parents being murdered in Crime Alley... I rewound time to see it happen for myself, quite brutal, quite horrible, but it was named Crime Alley… or Superman's home planet exploding... probably, I wasn't there. I didn't exactly want to rewind time to Superman's pod landing on Earth, then get in the ship thingy and rewind time some more so I could verify if his planet really did blow up. Just a bit too much for even a hero like me, you know...? Or Wonder Woman... being banished from her home to brave the evils of man's world after ironically falling in love with a man herself; at least that's what she claimed. I also couldn't find a way to rewind time and get myself on a boat reversed all the way back and... honestly, controlling time to that big of a degree tends to make things a little dizzy. I mean, I could do it, but... frankly, I don't need to double-check; these guys are all heroes; they wouldn't lie. I'll just believe her whole fall in love with a man story."

"Actually, when I saved her from stopping me, I did get a bit handsy; it's just natural for a lad like me, and I found a ring stuffed inside her big-ol cleavage. So that lucky man story was legit; I betcha she is a taken woman! Taken by me! I mean saved, by me! Oh-hohoho! It's actually smart, and very caring, to hide the ring while in hero mode; see, here's the thing about heroes and secret identities. If people know you're attached to someone, then they might go after that special someone to get to you. Now, the likes of Wonder Woman, she's pretty damn unbeatable."

"Hell, even I had some trouble, and I was trying to save her, not even beat her! So I can see someone spotting that ring on her finger, and then that special someone would have a hit list on that head of his. Hide the ring, hide the man... while also keeping the ring close to her heart... right deep in between those two sweaty creamy cans of sloshing milk meat! So romantic. But I, uh.. I kinda lost it when I started motorboating those glorious god's globes. But hey, that's her fault for letting herself need to be saved by me. It's sad that I have to go out and save other heroes, but a hero's gotta do what a hero's gotta do... And if she were in a relationship with a man, well, he's probably wondering where his super babe of a wife is now! Haha! But... he should also thank me, because when I'm done, like all heroes, the world will be a better place. Wonder Woman will be returned, having paid the present price of her past problem. Or frozen forever, if she forever fails to learn. And if that guy shows up trying to look for her, I'll just have to save him too, because he clearly made a mistake; then I'll pose him right in front of Wonder Woman, so she can see that this was her fault, for letting me save her in the first place! It's a damn damn shame; she's supposed to be saving people. And I bet he'd be high on her list of people to protect, so really putting him in front of her would be quite the way to make it clear she fucked up and to learn her damn lesson."

"But we all make mistakes; I made one a long time ago... I think I was going to begin my heroic backstory before I went off on a side tangent..."

"Sorry you don't mind me rambling, do you?" I looked up, pulling my head out of the cleavage of Wonder Woman. She was serving as my personal pillow, well, her tits were at least. Her frozen figure was kinda bent in an absurd position that didn't follow the rules of physics at all. I had her bent over, but I had frozen her mid-action: her head and torso upright, but her hips and legs bent forward, so it was like she was stuck in two positions at once, one that was in mid-fall forward, and another that was standing up. But like, her back was totally curved, and one thigh was bent to prop up her own hip, then the other arm bent out in that opposite direction, with her other thigh bent to float up, mind you, in opposition to the left portion of her waist... I honestly can't really explain it just picture whatever you want, she was posed like an absolute buffoon, the important part was, her tits stayed right in my face. I think that's all that matters.

Yeah, but anyway, I thought for story time I'd set the scene, let the mood get nice and comfortable, and at least use my saves while they're here. They might be here for a while. This place was way nicer than the cave, by the way. Floor-to-ceiling windows, thick carpet, one of those couches that probably cost more than my old truck. I wheeled the whole group over in the wheelbarrow earlier. "Took a few trips... but worth it! No point telling the origin in a dark hole in the ground when I had a perfectly good penthouse available."

"Across from me, my newest save sat on the back of... wait, am I still talking? Haha, classic Timer. Sometimes I just say my thoughts aloud; I didn't even realize I was speaking all of that." As I said this, I got comfortable on Catwoman's back, her serving as the ''base'' of the bed, lying flat with her arms at her sides, her face gazing directly forward. I kept her mask on, but no goggles; I wanna see her eyes. I otherwise had her stripped down to her undies, which had Batman's logo on them. That's very cute. There are these little cute goodies I find out when saving people; it makes what I do fun. Wonder Woman's secret ring, Catwoman's secret undies... this is very fun; we have fun around here.

At Catwoman's feet, Becky was kneeling, holding her up with frozen hands, at perfect bed-level for me, the great... The Timer! To have a good, relaxing storytelling session in. Holding Catwoman's head on the same level was... some random bitch I caught littering? Or was it loitering? Was her name? Sally? Sydney? Sissy? Sophie? Ludwig? Maybe it was just Bitch. Honestly, excuse my language for calling her such a foul word, but the Timer says NO to crime. Anyone who commits one is a goddamn bitch, in the Timer's eyes.

Across from us, my dear ol' mother... Amanda Poole, cum-drenched hair pulled down by gravity, was poised on her hands and knees as a human stool, upon whose back sat the actual owner of this place. Victoria Hale. Forty-something, long dark hair, the kind of face that used to be on billboards or something. She was frozen in a nice little kneel with her hands resting on her thighs, looking right at me like she was paying attention. Which she kind of was. Or would be, if she could move. I had her in one of her own silk robes, open down the front. Seemed polite.

"I didn't go on rambling too much, right?"

Victoria was so supportive; she just remained silent to let me talk, but believe this. She was giving me a thumbs up! A bright, wide smile on her face! She was so excited to hear the origin of the great... TIMER! Now, I truly don't remember if I made her give me the thumbs up; I can't imagine she'd somehow move herself, so... I mean, I probably did, BUT in my mind she is already beginning to learn her lesson! And that's what really matters.

"But no more pish posh time wasting tomfoolery! Where was I?" Scratching my chin, I leaned back into the cleavage of the great, wonderful Wonder Woman, whose legs dangled in the air behind me, I grabbed onto her soft tummy to prop myself up for a more comfortable position. Shifting to my side, I let her tit that I had sucked upon so dearly tickle the inside of my ear as her boobacious boobage bulged right into the side of my face, which sank in. "Ah, yes! Backstories! Backstories! You see... Alas, all of those super stories started with some traumatic event that shaped them into who they are today. Me? I was just a nobody, a guy working a dead-end job... yet my journey... into heroism...! Started from both tragic and traumatic origins... on a completely normal day that changed my life forever..."

I took a deep breath...

"Boogalabogala~bogala~boga! Bogalabo~!" I sputtered out transition sound effects as I imagined the world shifting into my epic and sad yet totally heroic superhero origin story...

"God damn it! NO! NO!" Amanda slammed her fist against the machine; it was a massive, circular disc-shaped machine, one carved deep into the walls of her lab. The ex-S.T.A.R. Labs employee was in tears; it didn't make sense. The math added up; she dropped into her face, not knowing what to do but cry. It was becoming of a woman like her; she was a mother, a genuine scientist, maybe not close in the might of the greats, but having graduated from the same school as the likes of Lex Luthor, she knew she had the mind capable of wonderful things.

She brought her face free from her arms, looking up through eyes soaked in tears, it was hard to see, but through everything, she didn't even need to see him clearly to know why she's doing this... he knew she could do wonderful things, all because he told her... he believed she would do wonderful things one day. It was during her anniversary, the first... and last. He looked her in the eyes and promised he'd stick by her, that her skills and her mind were as beautiful as she was, and that no matter what she needed, where she'd go or what she did, he'd stick by her to see it through. He made her the smart scientist she is today. And then... it happened... she told him to visit her at the lab, a surprise. The device she promised him she'd make—the device that brought them together—as if it weren't for the first day she decided to work on this project, she would have never met Nicholas at the hardware store, where she bought her first empty sheet of blueprint paper. He asked her what she was working on; one thing led to another. Years later, he was coming to the lab to meet her.

Her creation: a device that could travel through time itself. She and he were going to experience every era together, relive their best moments, have a time capsule of their own making... when he arrived across the street from her lab. She went out to greet him with a big kiss and a hug; he always loved surprise attacks of affection. And then... everything changed.

One moment they met each other's eyes, the next he was gone.

Amanda could recall it with every sheer vivid detail—

"Okay, so this is where me, the Timer, interjects." The Timer, me. That's me. Hi, everyone. I'll just walk into frame here...

So I position myself near dear Amanda here. And as you can see, she's younger than before. I'll grab her face like this and move it up and down, left and right. Open her mouth.. oh wait, it's already open. Well then... don't mind if I do... With a shove, I push the frozen woman, who just witnessed the worst moment of her life, onto her knees, directly at crotch level. Then with an unzip, I get my trusty member out and let's just... yep, shove that in her mouth right there, then pump her head, once.. twice... look at her face, no reaction, still just stuck living the moment. Let's get her moving so I can focus, though. "Mom, loop," I tell my much younger mother. Suddenly, Amanda springs to life, repeating that same motion I forced her frozen face to perform on my cock. And like that I held a self-fucking, still in the state of absolute horror, face contorted in shock, mother self-sucking me off and face-fucking her future son world hero's cock I narrated. "Now back to my mom..." I looked down at her slurping on repeat. "Don't worry, she looks young... but she's twenty-one right now. Legal! I'm a good guy, after all. So anyway, she's not as MILF'd out as she is frozen with cum in her hair. See, we'll get to that. BUT.."

I realized I needed to move, but Mom's motion was making that a problem. Ah whatever! Without giving much of a care, I pulled out of her mouth, grumbling to myself, and walked into the street; behind me, Mom's tragic story was stuck on loop as she sucked off the empty air.

Out in the street, I went over to the street; it was empty. "As you can see, there's nothing here." I placed a hand above my eyes and peered both left and right. "Nothing. You'd expect maybe blood, or bones, or something! But nope! Now... wait a second," Knowing what would happen, I stepped back, off the road, making sure to hide in the nearby bush, and said, "Resume!"

Then two seconds later.

KABOOM!~

A thunderous eruption echoed from the sky, like a dropping meteor.. WONDER WOMAN! Crash-landed on the ground. Her face fully focused and serious, she opened her mouth, a full glare in her gaze, "H—"

"Freeze." I said, then apologized while I approached the past version of Wonder Woman, "Yeah, yeah. I know I keep interrupting the story. But come on, I froze her in the future; it's only fair I freeze her now! Look at her," I gestured over to her, the goddess, still fully serious, her thick lips open, clearly as if she had been intending to say something. "She's just gonna say 'Hera.'" I shrugged. "She loves saying that. Anyway. Let me just, uh... give my frozen friend her a big ol smooch." Getting down, I began making out with the frozen Amazon's open mouth. I let her hands go and posed her in a big ol embrace to return my kiss. Her godly lips tasted like heaven; it might literally be what heaven tastes like. I'll say it again: lucky ass man managing to snag this bitch of a babe. This is probably early in her career too, fresh from the island. After having sloppy time on her mouth, I just got my dick out and performed a few well-aimed pumps towards her open mouth, using her own hand to smear any bits that might've missed fully in between those lips of hers so she could fully swallow my hero seeds. Then, getting behind, I gave that fat ass a nice, hard spank; she has indiscreet skin, and she probably wouldn't even feel it. And I returned to my trusty bush. Then said, "Resume."

"—era..acchk~ Ugh..gmff." Wonder Woman finished only to blink in surprise and suddenly and instinctively swallow a foreign-tasting liquid; she coughed, gagged, and then her face scrunched in disgust. She looked around and spat some onto the ground, her spittle white.

"What in the gods..." She looked around, confused for a brief second. Her hand absently rubbed her backside. But she was a hero. She had a job to do. And with a quick shake of her head, she snapped back into focus. She said, "What happened?" She asked, rising to her feet and looking around, but I was still hidden. She shook her head and raised a hand to her ear. "Nothing ground level, Will..." She paused, licked her lips, then swallowed. "Mgh ~ will resume chase." With that, she crouched and ''KABOOOOMFF~!''

"And there you have it, folks," I said, leaving the bush, still fixing my pants, "Wonder Woman was chasing... someone! Not sure who... but someone! And... Freeze!" I said, prompting the world to pause again. "Will you look over there?" I pointed off into the distance. "If you see that dot over there—it's hard to see, but I did do the walk one time; it was a long one—that dot is Power Girl! She is flying at sonic speed in the same direction. I wish I could've gotten up there, trust me I do! I tried getting a ladder, I really just want to motorboat 'em tiddies, since she's a hero, I feel like her musky sense of justice could do me good! But nope, she was too high up, and reversing time to try to follow her to the ground is just a whole freaking thing... I'm getting off track again! Point is..." I turn back to the road. "Something just completely obliterated my dad, and technically it was my Mom's fault, also... Wonder Woman's fault; if she was faster, who knows... might've noticed my pops, and you know what, I'll just blame that dot over there, Power Girl, too. But alas! I am a forgiving... folk. Truth be told, and this might be dark, but if my dad didn't get just obliterated, here.. I wouldn't have been the hero I am now, and thousands, hundreds, billions...! More people would remain unsaved. My pops, rest his soul, despite me never meeting him... he had to sacrifice himself, and Wonder Woman, my Mom, Power Girl... they are the ones to blame. I'm just the hero trying to clean up their mess..."

Wiping away my tears, I focused back on the road. "Now, I did try to find out who exactly delivered the obliterating blow," I sighed and began to tap my chin. "There are a few fast people I know of... but uh... here's the problem. Time reverses to the impact point!" Suddenly the world moved backward, Wonder Woman shot backward, the blast reversed and reformed she sucked cum-stained spit back into those fat blow-job lips of hers, followed by the cum retracting out of her stomach, regurgitating up her throat as she said "—areh" backward while cum retracted out of her mouth back to its creation point where my cock was, then she also continued backward the BOOM of her landing sounding more like a MOOB before she seemingly jumped in reverse back into the sky.

With that done, I was back to the moment of impact, a massive yellow-ish red-tinted... maybe some white? Blur was just stretching... the entire road... "Like, look at this," I transitioned from my thoughts to my words seamlessly, "It's a freaking massive blur! I can't even find out where it started or ends... and look at this! You're gonna wanna see this..." Clearing my throat, I paused for dramatic effect, then said... "Time reverse one single frame." And a frame in real life—I'm not sure how my power justifies it, but it must be pretty fucking minute. But then you see... My beautiful pops! Looking as handsome as me! Maybe a little less. "See? Now watch this. Time moves forward, one frame." He was gone. Just like that. This was beyond quick. The blur was so fast that it couldn't even be perceived as a blur; it was just this one frame of... color. "I can't even get a good look or a grab, see!" I waved my hand through it. "It's just a trail!"

I pulled out glasses from my pocket so I'd look as smart as Mom. "So I've done some research, firstly. I've found there are a few potential suspects. First, there's the Flash. But he... is currently off-world somewhere. I found an article about it, so... I'll believe it. Then there's Reverse Flash! Now I have no evidence it's him, BUT! I do know he only really fucks with the Flash, and I'd have to wager that if the Flash is off-world, this Reverse Flash guy won't really have any excuse to be running around here... and then lastly, there's Kid Flash and Jessie Quick. But I have my eyes on Jessie Quick for... multiple reasons... first one, surprisingly isn't! Her sexy ass body... okay I won't lie.. but my second one isn't! Because you see, she plays a part in this later. Let's just.. let's cut to this... but basically this moment right here." I gestured vaguely to the blur," This is my origin.

Then, I had a sudden realization: "Actually, let me be clear... Time skip back eight months, six days, three hours, fourteen minutes, and twenty-nine seconds." Since I said skip, we didn't have to do all that reversing hullabaloo, and I found myself at the right time. Then, two hours of real-time walking later that we can just ignore, I walked up to a bedroom door... "This... ah... fuck..." I had to pause to catch my breath. "Fuck, I need to lie down for a minute. That was a lot of walking... shit... hold on a second."

My legs were still shaking from the earlier reverse and walk miles just to this house; I just needed to relax. I was going to head down to the living room and lie there for a bit. But the smell hit me halfway there... garlic, something browning in a pan.

I walked straight into the kitchen.

"You two love bugs had enough up there or what?" The older woman inside, hearing someone approach, joked, already half-grinning. "Smells like somebody’s actually trying to feed a— " She turned, her mouth opening in shock “WHAT THE F—”

"Freeze."

Everything locked. The spoon she was holding stayed tilted. A drop of sauce hung in the air off the tip. This was good ol' Eleanor, in her bloody prime! Her eyes were wide, brows already climbing, lips stuck on the shape of the next letter. Forty-something, still in that soft cotton top she always wore around the house, hair pinned up loosely so a few strands fell against her neck. Same face my mom would have in another twenty years, just less tired around the eyes.

I stepped in close and tilted her head the rest of the way, so she was looking straight at me.

"See, this is actually perfect timing," I told her, even though she couldn’t hear it. "I’m wiped out from all that walking, and I still gotta finish the origin story upstairs. Might as well take the break where I can get it." I unzipped. "And you're right here, literally asking for it."

I guided her down onto her knees on the tile. The sauce drop stayed floating above the pan behind her. I got myself in her mouth, still open from the start of the word, and gave a couple slow strokes just to settle. Her tongue was warm. Didn’t move on its own, obviously.

"Loop," I said.

Her head started bobbing on its own, same short motion over and over, eyes still locked wide on nothing. I rested a hand on the back of her head and let her work while I leaned against the counter.

"Wish I could keep ya, but can’t really save you like I saved others," I muttered, watching the way her top had shifted when she dropped. "See, if I pull her out of the timeline proper, Mom never meets Dad, I never exist, whole thing collapses. Or maybe it doesn’t... I mean Mom already met Dad... but it could change things; I need Dad to be on that road at that specific frame, so... I don’t actually know. Something to think about later. But the issue is whether I can save her, not whether I should. She’s probably done something that puts her on the list. I bet I could find it. Everybody’s done something. Littering, lying on taxes, whatever. I’m sure it counts."

I pulled out, let the loop keep going on empty air for a second, then walked around behind her. Bent her forward over the edge of the sink so her chest rested on the counter and her hips stayed high. One of her arms I left hanging; the other I folded behind her back so her fingers were just brushing the waistband of her own pants. Looked stupid. Looked right.

"There we go. Best of both worlds." I lined up and pushed in. She was tight—tighter than the older version upstairs, which tracked. I kept talking while I moved, mostly for the reader. "And yeah, she’s my grandma. Mom's mom. I’m only gonna say that once more so nobody gets confused later. Doesn’t change the math. She’s still a person who exists in a world full of crime, and I’m still the one cleaning it up. This is just... maintenance."

A few minutes of that and my legs finally stopped shaking. I finished across the small of her back, wiped my hand on a dish towel that was frozen mid-air, then straightened her up again. Put the spoon back in her hand. Adjusted her mouth so it was still open on the F sound. The sauce drop was still hanging.

"Resume."

"—UCK are you doing in my house?!" She blinked, coughed once, and immediately spun toward the sink like something had just hit her lower back. I was already halfway to the stairs again, pants fixed, energy back. "G-Get the hell out bef-"

"Wrong house," I called over my shoulder. "Keep cooking. You’re doing great."

I didn’t stick around to hear whatever she said next. Origin story still needed finishing, so after I shouted for her to reverse to before the fucking, then froze time itself, I took a well-deserved nap...

After sleeping for who knows how long, I had my energy back again. Returned to outside Mom's bedroom door, to prove my point, "This. Actually is my true beginning. Listen close now." I cupped my ears to the door; inside, we could hear moans and humping sounds. "Hear that?" I paused more sounds of sudden thrusting and the voice of Mom's younger self moaning away. "My dear ol' mother... at it again! Making love!"

"Oh! Nich-ol-as!~" Her moans muffled through the door. "F-fuck me! Yes.. YAS~! oHAHHhhh~!"

"Sounds lovely, no?" I gestured toward the door in question. "You know the lights are off in there. Once I went back and froze my dad, then replaced him so I could ram my love makin' mommy. I also went back further once and raw-dogged my eighteen-year-old mother too! It was just to test my heroic stamina, you see. I had to do it to be ready for future saves. I rewound her and put him back so no harm was done. But we don't need to relive that. Anyway. Back to the main origin. Sorry about this whole side quest."

After the side quest apology, I glanced over at Victoria again. She was still kneeling there, same smile, same thumbs up. The city lights were coming on outside the windows behind her. Nice view. Better than the cave.

"You've been paying attention, right?" I asked, shifting so I was facing her more directly. "I mean, this story's for you. Since this is your place and all, you get front-row seats; you gotta be paying attention, Ms. Rich-Lady."

I leaned forward a little, resting my elbows on my knees. She didn't move. Didn't blink. Didn't respond. Hm... maybe she was a bit hot? I reached over and adjusted the robe, making sure it was fully ripped open so her boobs would spring out. I'm a hero after all; she clearly needed some good airflow. Still no reaction.

"Hm? What was that?" I leaned my ear in close to her frozen lips. "Oh, you want me to continue? Hm, expecting a lot from a rich woman who didn't give a penny to that homeless guy you passed on the street. But alas, it would be criminal to leave you on the edge when my amazing origin story was reaching its crescendo."

With that said, I sat back on my Catwoman bed and nestled my head against Wonder Woman's tit again. Neither woman seemed to mind.

"Anyway... now, where was I...? Ah! Right...!"

"I'm going to go back; I'm going to save you." Amanda hated that she had to do this, that she spent most of her own son's birth obsessing over her lost husband. But she knew there was a chance to fix this; she had the chance. She WAS the chance, through the constant tears and struggles, sleeping every night in an empty bed, remembering what was lost that day, because of her own greed, to have him come by to see... a prototype... a PROTOTYPE of her invention.

She vowed, on this day—the day she was supposed to be celebrating her son's birth—that she would finish it. That she would not let her own son grow up fatherless. Her own obsession, her own trauma, had bled into the raising of Malcolm; she knew she wasn't the perfect mother; how could she be? Amanda was a scientist; raising her son was an unfortunate temporary hurdle. Because of her constant distractions, she could never give her all in raising him, but she taught him just enough so that she could focus on fixing her mistake. She noticed he grew an obsession with heroes, but it wasn't healthy; she understood what obsessions were like, and she was fine with it festering. She gave him all the toys, action figures, magazines he wanted. It became a bit much when she entered his room on his eighteenth birthday, and it reeked with the obsessive scent of seed, pictures of Wonder Woman, Power Girl, Big Barda, a female Green Lantern, and some other heroine she doesn't even know the name of. Were all coated in cum, with her son passed out on the floor. She went too far; she let him develop into his own perverted monster...

But it wasn't over; her obsession with saving her husband, her obsession with reversing that one moment in her life, made her view everything with a cold, scientific lens. This was an error, but she was working to fix errors. She had to know. She had to understand. If he could be saved, then everything would be okay. That's why she left her son there, with a note on his chest, telling him not to visit her in the lab until she called him. When she does, come ASAP. This time, not across some street, but in her own basement. She was moments away from finally finishing it! All she needed was the speedster's DNA; it was hard, but with her past connections to S.T.A.R. Labs, she managed to get her hands on a wrinkled piece of tissue. It was a stretch, but it worked. That tissue was used by the speedster to wipe her mouth after eating a sandwich; it was stained with remnants of her saliva. Along with mustard and mayonnaise. But it was easy to separate the two: Jessie's DNA and a trial run that proved a success by reversing time itself for a few seconds; she could do it. She'll save her love; she'll make her past self NOT text him to visit her. Then she can raise her boy right and proper, not let him grow into some woman-obsessed pervert; she can fix everything...

All that remained was to power it up. She didn't have enough power in the house to do what she needed. But there was a backup generator in the shed. She left for a few moments, excitement primed in her mind, ready to fix everything, show her son she did love him, she loves him enough that she's going to make everything right, fix him, fix their family; fix everything!

But when she returned with the generator, what she saw shocked her to her core.

The vial containing Jessie's DNA was broken; her son, her boy... he was holding it on the floor, the lights that lined the machine were off, fully void of power. The lever to activate it had been pulled. "Uh.. Mom?" He looked up. "I accidentally broke this." He waved the open vial.

Amanda dropped the generator. It hit the ground with a deafening clang. "No... no... no... no... no..." She walked over to her son, her face a mask of disbelief. "You... you little... you little idiot!" Her hands shot out, grabbing him by the shirt. "You've ruined everything! Do you have any idea what yo—"

"Right, so this is the moment where it all happened. Now, I followed her POV, which was kinda crazy, I know. Where do you think I got my methods from? But my perspective was probably much more sad, and by sad I just mean pathetic. Honestly, I saw the note and thought. Hey, I'd surprise her and head down early. But I was so tired, after spanking my monkey all night before to images of Wonder Woman's tits, that I honestly didn't even notice I was still slick with seed, both tired and still moist. So mix slippery cum with loose wires, and it's pretty easy to fall. Not only once, but twice! First falling, and breaking Mom's little vial thing with a drop of Jessie's DNA! Told you she'd come back to play..."

I walked up next to Mom, still holding me in the freeze frame. I tilted her head, her expression stuck in eternal rage, then I gave her a kiss, sucking deeply, and dancing with her unmoving tongue, then I pulled back, sucking in her bottom lip, before turning her face into a creepily wide smile, and moving her to look back at my past self. "After the first fall, that little vial thing broke and got a thick wad of my cum mixed up with Jessie's spit extract. Some probably wacky mix of speed force and Mom's science, then after the second slip, this time more due to Mom's messy lab work rather than my slippery footwork, I might add... I accidentally activated that lever thing there... and let's just say, I see why Mom was getting the generator and didn't want me in here; that shit was not ready to go off without someone who knew what they were doing present. Let's just say... nothing happened. Except a sudden flash of light and energy that rippled out directly onto me."

Then seconds later, Mom arrived.

"So yeah, it's justifiable that she's mad. This yelling at me, shaking me. It's not the reason why I saved her; I fully understand this. So when I let the rest play out, just know I fully understand her anger. This was her life's work. I mean, her life's work was crazy, but I guess her craziness led me to being the world's greatest hero. So it's totally fine!"

I gave Mom a kiss on the cheek, then hit out of view before saying, "Resume!"

"—u've done?! I was so close! SO CLOSE!" She shook him, her grip tightening. "Years! YEARS of work! Down the drain! Because you couldn't listen! You couldn't just stay away!"

"But, Mom, I—"

"Okay, skip a week."

In a flash, Mom was back in the lab, the place now cleaned up. At least cleaned to the point where the machine could start working again.

"Mom?" My past self entered the lab. "What are you doing?"

"Get out, son." Mom was hunched over her console, fingers flying across the keyboard. "Leave me alone."

"But... I want to talk."

"I don't want to talk," she snapped, her eyes still on the screen. "I want to fix this. I.. It's my fault, this and... before. I messed up twice. I'm fixing everything."

"You're going to..?"

"I have enough samples left to go back just enough to undo what you did. Then that means I—"

"Wait.." My past self blinked and rubbed his arms. "Does that mean I'll lose my powers? I-I won't be a hero anymore?"

That was the moment Mom blinked in surprise. "What powers?" Then both my past self and me, currently watching, noticed it click in her mind; she was incredibly smart. I probably made a mistake when I had said that; I gave an inch for her to formulate the mile. "Powers... no... my work... disappeared... as I was writing it... the last two times I tried to activate it... the wires just snapped... my... that weird taste in my mouth? You keep appearing... Malcolm... are you controlling t—"

"Freeze!" My past self said. Freezing everyone but me, naturally, as it's my own power. I don't freeze myself in the present; of course, I don't freeze myself in the past. "Mom, you keep trying to undo this; I keep stopping you." My past self approached her then without a care in the world ripped down her pants, gripping her panties I yanked them up and gave her a wedgie she'll never forget, stretching it as high as possible before managing to snap it over her head, then stepping back, I said, "Resume."

"—IME?!" Mom let out a cry of pain as her underwear ripped and shot up her ass and over her head, blinding her. "YOU LITTLE SHIT—!"

"Whoa! Whoa! Calm down now, Mom!" My past self said, backing away with raised hands. "It's not my fault you're trying to undo my heroism!"

"Heroism?!" She yanked the panties off her head, her face twisted in rage. "You're a monster! A freak! This isn't heroism! It's... It's a violation!" She suddenly looked disgusted. "W-When I was brushing my teeth last night! Every time I put it in my mouth, it tasted like... like..."

"Cum?" My past self provided. "Yeah, sorry about that. I was just testing my limits. Wanted to see if I could make it taste like that forever. Seems to have worked! So... sorry for the, uh... weird taste in your mouth." He shrugged. "But hey! Now you know what your son tastes like! A little bonding exercise for us! It's okay, you're helping me be a hero!"

Amanda looked like she was about to be sick. She staggered back, clutching her stomach. "You... you..."

"Look, Mom!" Hold on a second, my past self then stopped time and dragged in two women. "I'm saving people!" He said, gesturing vaguely to the newcomers, "This chick let her dog piss on your grass, Mom. I was protecting your property, and this other lady threw a crumpled-up candy bar package on your driveway! I'm protecting us and the world by stopping crime!"

"By violating them? By making them your toys? That's not saving! That's..." She staggered back, her eyes darting between the two women and her son.

"That's what heroes do!" He shot back. "They take... take care of business! Bad guys defeated!"

She didn't respond for a moment, her intelligent mind running the numbers. "Oh my god... Malcolm.. I messed up.. Malcolm... I made you like this... oh god...! I'm so sorry! I-I need to fix this!"

"No-no no. Let me explain!" My past self then pointed to me, the narrator, "You see that little crumb of my cum and Jessie's saliva? The one wacky science and speed force combo? It's why I'm so smart! I'm smarter than you now, Mom! I understand things you don't! Like that Dad needed to die! Or else I wouldn't get my powers! I know it's sad, but... Bruce Wayne's parents needed to die! I-I mean Batman's! Wonder Woman is my icon I want to be just like her! If she didn't lose her family by being banished... she wouldn't have been a hero to SAVE THE PLANET! Heroes need tragic origins! What happened is our tragic origin! The world needed my dad to die so I could become the hero it needed! And you can be—"

"ENOUGH!" Mom erupted; she turned to the machine, her fingers flying across the keyboard. "I am your mother, and I am commanding you to stop! I'm going to fix this!"

"But Mom! I'm trying to tell you I'm a hero!" My past self then ran forward and then tried to push her away from the keyboard, but then Mom pushed back, shoving him away.

"I'm so sorry, son. I made everything worse. I gave you these powers; I am the only one who can undo them!"

"Mom! Wait! Please Mom! I want to do this with you! All those times I jerked off on you... you were helping me test my power!" My past self pleaded.

I had to look away at this moment as the scene played out; this is my true sad origin story. I hated what came next. But heroes have to do what's right. It's the sad truth. Tears came to my eyes as this next moment occurred.

"All the time you..." She looked over and almost literally threw up in her mouth; the knot came up her throat, but she managed to stop it right before it came out. "Guh~ you're sick," She breathed. "And I'm sick... for letting you become so sick. Nicholas, I'm going to fix everything," She said to herself, her fingers running over the keypad. "I'm so sorry, honey.. I'm going to make this right."

"No! Listen, Mom-!"

"ZIP IT! Son-" she snapped on a dime, "For once in your life, I'm going to be a proper mother to you. As your mother, I am COMMANDING YOU to shut up...! Stay there!"

"You're almost as smart as me! You can be my guy in the chair! My woman in the chair! You and m—"

She flipped a lever, unleashing a hatch that unveiled a button, her fist raised high, "This. Ends. NOW—"

"MOM FREEZE!"

Time stopped.

Then I watched my past self approach my mother, her fist mid-motion, a centimeter above the button below her, a look of pure determination, tears running down her face. He didn't do anything but walk up to her. Wordlessly, he stripped her of all her clothing, trying to keep her pose exactly as it was, or as he remembered it to be. Then he unzipped his pants, fished out his cock, and placed it in her palm, still frozen mid-swing. Then he moved her fingers one by one to grip it. Then he walked behind her, and after some thought, he decided to move her other hand down to her own crotch, slipping it beneath her pants. He made her other hand grip her own ass tightly. "As tears streamed down my face, similar to Mom's own as she was frozen, I realized the truth..."

I took a turn to the audience, Mom's used panties in hand as I wiped my tears with her potent musk, and blew my nose into it, before stuffing it in my pocket to bring back to the present to shove Mom's face in it later. I took a moment to gather my breath. While behind me, my past self was busy crying too, "Why, Mom... why did you make me do this...?" He cried and fingered her pussy and asshole with one hand, while rubbing his cock with her hand that had come close to pressing the button. Her face remained stuck in time, her mouth parted to utter a word that wasn't allowed to be uttered.

"Yep... that's the point where I learned..." I turned back from my dramatic backstory and leaned up from Wonder Woman's frozen tits, swinging my legs off of the Catwoman bed, to look at the rest... To address.. my frozen saves, "You can't save everyone. I tried to unfreeze her a few other times; every moment she'd give orders, rush to the lab, or try to jury-rig some device on the spot. And what's scary is, she's smart enough to actually stop me."

I walked over to Mom's frozen figure, still poised as a stool, then, after getting down, I slapped her across the face, then spat in her open, frozen mouth. "She left me with no choice! She wanted to take away my powers! My gift! She wanted to erase the hero! Can you believe it? All so she could undo her past 'mistakes,'" I mimed with my hands, "Not realizing HER mistakes made ME the hero who saved all of you!" I gestured to all my saves.

"You see? It's a paradox!" I threw my hands up, frustrated. "If she erases my powers to fix her mistake, she's also erasing the chance to fix her original mistake! The mistake that gave me these powers in the first place! She wouldn't have them either! She's so selfish! Thinking only about herself! Her grief! Her husband! But what about the world?! What about all the litterers, all the shoplifters, all the people needing to be saved from themselves?! She doesn't care! She only cares about herself! So I had to save her from herself!" After the rant ended, I turned back to my super genius of a mother. "But it's okay, Mom. I'll keep trying to unfreeze you. And one day you'll be my woman in the chair... one day you will finally understand the hero I've become...! Because one day I will be on top of a frozen, crime-less world!"

With my chin held high, I, the Timer, approached the window overlooking my beautiful city. "This world is full of crime! Full of villains! Just like the hero who inspired me..." I went back to look at Wonder Woman's frozen face and completely nonsensical pose and body, eyes unblinking or reacting in the slightest to my monologue. "I will protect this world! Both villains and heroes alike, fret not! I will save each and every person I see! For I am..."

"THE TIMER!"