With immense confusion

She felt woozy, and groggy. Sleepy too, the bed was so comfortable. The mattress so soft, she had never felt anything like this. Like it was from another world. But as she slept she felt another emotion overcome her, arousal. She resisted it though, she didn’t give in to such urges.

“Mom!”

Seemed some girl was looking for her mother. The girl didn’t sound like she was upset or her mother was missing so Diana continued to relax.

“Mom!”

There she was again, that girl. Wait...why was that girl in her house. Diana’s eyes opened, and she realised that she wasn’t in her home.

“MOM!” The girl shouted, slapping Diana on the shoulder, causing her to jolt fully awake. Turning around quickly shot up and saw the girl.

She seemed familiar, but at the same time Diana hadn’t seen her before. She was young but beautiful, which a great hourglass figure, long silky hair and sizeable breasts.

“I can’t believe you Mom” she groaned, she was talking to Diana “how could you fuck my girlfriend?”

“Wha-“ she gasped before looking over the bed to see that there was indeed another woman there. Seemingly masturbating in her sleep.

"I thought we had talked about this. You can’t fuck my girlfriend without me,” this girl pouted. For some reason this girl thought Diana was her mother.

Looking around the room Diana started to take in her surroundings. She was living in a palace of some sort, one with fabulous marble and soft fabrics. The bed she had been on had been a large heart shaped bed, dyed a sensual red. In the room several sculptures were there, she was have been awed by their beauty if they depicted some pornographic version of herself giving a blowjob to some guy. Instead all she could feel was disgust.

The pictures on the walls weren’t much better. This same women, who so resembled herself, could be seen in a whole array of sexual positions, in several types of ludicrously slutty clothing, and ones with several other women, many of whom appeared to be pornographic parodies of the Justice League women.

“MOM!” Shouted the girl snapping Diana back to her attention.

“I don’t understand” she mumbled, trying to piece things together. Why did the girl think she was her mother?

“Mom I know you’re too much of a slut to be in the same room as a hot woman without fucking them, but at least ask me first” the woman scowled.

Diana was at a loss for words at what happened. She stood there gaping like a fish.

A/N: suggestions and ideas are welcome, feel free to post as always. Also I got the idea for this from zbloutch’s ‘twenty five years later’ chapter in Hollywood’s new Agent. So if you find them similar, that’s why