Yes

The Condiment wizard was very unsure of following through with this particular act. As well, he has no doubt he would find it a very pleasant experience. He also knew this was one thing that might cause Batman to kill him. Which is something Jed would rather not become known for: that he died being caught fucking Batman's mom. There would no doubt be those who worshipped him for being able to do such a thing, but he would be known for sexual prowess, not magical might.

Though, as he soon found out, this time it wasn't his choice. Martha Wayne wrapped her large breasts around his cock and massaged them with them. His cock was squeezed quite nicely as his cock went in and out of her tit valley. He had closed his eyes, enjoying the sudden pleasurable sensation, and then he opened his eyes and looked into Martha's.

"Do you enjoy them, sir? I know I am," Martha said in an eager-to-please voice. He nodded, agreeing that he did enjoy her tits. "Wonderful Master, I hope you will be merciful and grant a request?" "Martha?" asked her voice, full of a strange, hopeful lust. The Condiment wizard nodded, feeling like her request would not be too outlandish, though her tits were a deciding factor.

"I lost my pearl necklace. Can I have yours?" Marga asked her voice of a horny noblewoman the words though had shocked and confused the Condiment wizard, as he never recalled having a pearl necklace in his life. Though he supposed with all the new fish people in his service, he supposed a few would have such things. Though it then occurred to him as she started moving her tits faster that she wasn't actually asking for a literal pearl necklace but the other kind of pearl necklace.

Not utterly sure how to take a rather horny and eager Martha, as she was Batman's mom. Luckily she was more than ready to make up for his hesitation as she kissed and licked the tip of his cock as it went through the valley of her tits. The added stimulation was too much, and he came, covering Martha's neck and face.

He stood there shocked at the debauchery he had done to the woman. Martha, though, had a very different response to her face and neck covered in his cum. "Wonderful Master, I don't think either of the boys are capable of this." Martha said in a rich lady voice, causing his cock to pulse rapidly and grow even harder.

He looked at the woman in an almost awed fashion as she had just said that he was not only better than her husband but that Batman himself could not be as good a lover. The sheer audacity to declare that he, an out-of-shape wizard, was better in bed than one of the most fit men in Gotham's history was mind-boggling. It also did things for him, so without hesitation he grabbed her by her waist and spun her around so she was lying down on the bed with her ass in the air and her tits grinding into the bed.

He did not give her a second to adjust to the sudden change in position and proceeded to thrust into her all the way to the core. Martha gave a shriek of both pleasure and surprise at the sudden intrusion into her depths. He thrust into her with an animal ferocity, pounding her into the bed.

"Yes, Master, this is why I exist—to be yours. This is why my husband and son have to ask your permission to have my time! It's because I am nothing more than your slutty toy!" Martha screamed out in pleasure, eager to continue and throw insults at her family to prove her master's ownership of her. Her words should have made the condiment wizard recoil at such dark debauchery being said.

Instead, he roared in lustful triumph. "That's right, you're mine! Not your husband's, not your son's! You are my dirty fancy cum rag. Is that understood?" The Condiment wizard screamed out, giving Martha's present, covered ass a rough slap with each word. It was too much for either of them, so they came. The Condiment wizard filled her up as she covered his cock in her juices.

He pulled his cock out of her slowly, just now realizing he gave Batman's mom a creamy. As he thought on the absurdity of that statement, another thought entered his mind: can her fish body have his kid's? Though before he could focus on that question too much, the rest of his fish milfs made it very clear they wanted some too. So the condiment wizard left the earlier train of thought for later and thought on one important question.