Kaito's world froze, his breath caught in his throat as he stared at the revelation before him. Mama stood naked, her olive skin glowing under the red neon heart, her massive breasts and unshaven armpits a striking contrast to the most shocking sight of all: her futanari cock, thick, veiny, and half-hard, easily ten inches long, with heavy balls hanging beneath a small bush of dark hair.
It was a monument of raw power, dwarfing his own impressive size, its veins pulsing faintly as it twitched under his gaze. His mind, sharpened by his superhuman senses, cataloged every detail—the faint sheen of precum at the tip, the earthy musk that mingled with her jasmine perfume, the way her balls seemed to pulse with a life of their own.
"How… how can it be that big?" Kaito blurted, his voice a mix of shock and awe, his face burning as the words slipped out. In his past life as a superhero, he'd faced down monsters and madmen, but this—this was something else entirely, a challenge that stripped away his bravado and left him raw, human, and inexplicably drawn.Mama's laugh was low and sultry, a sound that vibrated through the room like a plucked string.
"Oh, pretty boy, that's not what you should be saying," she teased, her eyes glinting with predatory amusement. She stepped closer, her cock swaying slightly, the movement hypnotic. "You should be asking, 'Mama, can I suck it?' Don't give me that shocked look—I can see you want it. Your mouth's practically watering."
Kaito's eyes widened, his cheeks flushing as her words cut through him like a blade. She was right—his mouth was watering, a primal response he couldn't suppress, his body betraying him with a hunger he hadn't known existed. His superhuman senses amplified everything: the scent of her arousal, musky and intoxicating, filled his lungs; the sight of her cock, thick and veined, seemed to pulse in time with his racing heart; the faint heat radiating from her body made the air feel charged, electric.
He tried to speak, to deny it, but his throat was dry, his mind a chaotic swirl of shame, curiosity, and undeniable desire.Mama's expression softened, her voice dropping to a cooing lilt as she closed the distance, her hand brushing his cheek, gentle yet commanding.
"No need to be shy, baby," she murmured, her touch grounding him, pulling him back from the edge of panic. "Just try it. Hold it. Feel what Mama's got for you."
Kaito swallowed, his knees buckling as he sank to the floor, kneeling before her like a supplicant before a goddess. His hands trembled as he reached out, his fingers brushing her cock, the skin hot and smooth, the veins beneath pulsing faintly against his touch. It was heavy, thicker than he'd imagined, the weight of it grounding him in the moment.
He wrapped his hand around it, marveling at its girth, his fingers barely meeting around its circumference. The veins throbbed under his grip, a living thing that seemed to respond to his touch, and he felt a strange thrill, a mix of awe and submission.His other hand, almost on instinct, cupped her balls, their weight surprising him, heavy and warm in his palm.
They were full, pulsing faintly, and the sensation was overwhelming, his senses drinking in every detail—the slight texture of her skin, the faint musk that intensified as he leaned closer, the way her body seemed to hum with power. His cock, still hard and aching, twitched in response, a silent acknowledgment of the spell she'd cast.Mama smiled, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction.
"Isn't it amazing?" she said, her voice a velvet caress. "Much better than yours, don't you think?" She tilted her head, daring him to disagree, her confidence unshakable.Kaito opened his mouth to protest, but the words died in his throat. She was right—her cock was a marvel, a symbol of dominance that eclipsed his own.
He couldn't refute it, not with his hands wrapped around her, not with the heat of her body filling his senses. He nodded, a small, almost imperceptible gesture, his pride crumbling under the weight of her presence.
"Good boy," she purred, her hand threading through his hair, her grip firm but not painful. "No need to be shy. Be my guest." She guided his head forward, her cock inches from his lips, the scent of her arousal now overpowering, a heady mix of musk, sweat, and jasmine. Kaito's mouth parted almost on its own, a reflex driven by desire rather than thought, and the thick head of her cock brushed his lips, hot and slick with precum.
He hesitated for a fraction of a second, then leaned forward, taking the head into his mouth. It was massive, stretching his lips wide, the taste salty and earthy, a flavor that was both foreign and intoxicating. Mama moaned immediately, a deep, guttural sound that vibrated through him, her pleasure a reward that spurred him on.
"That's it, baby," she praised, her voice thick with satisfaction. "Suck Mama's cock like you mean it."Kaito's tongue swirled around the head, tentative at first, exploring the texture, the slight ridge where the head met the shaft. His superhuman adaptability, a gift from his past life, kicked in, his body adjusting to the challenge. He took more of her, inch by inch, his jaw relaxing, his throat opening as he pushed past his initial discomfort.
The sensation was overwhelming—her cock filled his mouth, heavy and pulsing, the veins pressing against his tongue, the precum coating his throat. His nose brushed her pubes, the coarse hair tickling his skin, the musky scent enveloping him as her cock lodged deep, the tip nudging his throat.Mama's hand came to rest on his neck, her fingers tracing the bulge where her cock stretched his throat from the outside.
"Fuck, baby," she gasped, her voice a mix of awe and delight. "You're made for this. Look at that—my cock fits you like a glove. Perfect."Kaito's eyes watered, his breath coming in short, muffled gasps through his nose, but he didn't pull back. The humiliation of it—kneeling, his mouth stuffed with her massive cock—was strangely fulfilling, a sensation he'd never known in either of his lives.
His past as a superhero, all strength and control, felt distant, irrelevant. Here, he was hers, and the surrender was intoxicating. His cock throbbed painfully, untouched, a silent testament to his arousal.Mama began to move, her hips rocking gently at first, fucking his mouth with a slow, deliberate rhythm. Kaito bobbed in time, his lips sliding along her shaft, his tongue working the underside, driven by her moans and the tight grip of her hand in his hair.
The slick sounds of his mouth, the faint gagging as she pushed deeper, filled the room, mingling with the hum of the neon heart and the distant pulse of the city. His senses, amplified tenfold, made every moment vivid—the taste of her precum, the heat of her cock, the way her balls brushed his chin with each thrust.Inwardly, Mama marveled at him. Cock drunk in seconds, she thought, a smile tugging at her lips. Made for my cock, just like I thought. His enthusiasm, the way he adapted so quickly, was a revelation, a confirmation of the power she held over him.
She picked up the pace, her thrusts growing more insistent, her cock sliding in and out of his throat with a rhythm that was both commanding and reverent. Kaito's lightheadedness grew, a mix of oxygen deprivation and raw arousal, his mind a haze of sensation and submission. For the first time, he felt fulfilled, a void he hadn't known existed now filled by her dominance, her cock, her control.She pulled him off briefly, her cock glistening with his saliva, and guided him to the bed.
"Lie back," she ordered, her voice firm but warm. Kaito obeyed, his body trembling as he lay on the black satin sheets, the mirrors reflecting his flushed face, his cock still hard and leaking. Mama knelt beside his head, her cock hovering over his face, and resumed fucking his mouth, this time with a new angle that let her thrust deeper, her balls brushing his chin with each movement. The position was intimate, almost reverent, her eyes locked on his as she claimed him, her moans growing louder, more desperate.
After a few minutes, she shifted again, lying on the edge of the bed, her legs spread wide, her cock standing proud. "Kneel," she said, her voice a sultry command, and Kaito scrambled to obey, positioning himself between her thighs. He took her cock back into his mouth, his movements more confident now, his tongue and lips working in tandem to please her. Mama cooed, her hand stroking his hair, her pleasure evident in every shudder and gasp.
"You're so good, baby," she murmured. "Mama's gonna cum soon, and you're gonna swallow as much as you can. The rest, I'll paint your pretty face with. You want that, don't you?"Kaito's eyes, hazy with arousal, sparkled with agreement, a silent yes that made her smile widen. He sucked harder, his head bobbing, his throat accommodating her size with an ease that surprised even him.
His adaptability, a remnant of his superhero past, made the act feel natural, as if he'd been born for this moment. The taste, the weight, the scent—it was all-consuming, a sensory overload that drowned out the world.Mama's moans grew sharper, her hips bucking slightly, her cock pulsing in his mouth. "Here it comes, baby," she gasped, her hand tightening in his hair. "Swallow for Mama."
Her orgasm hit like a tidal wave, her cock erupting in thick, hot spurts that filled Kaito's mouth. His cheeks puffed out, the volume overwhelming, but he swallowed as fast as he could, the taste salty and rich, coating his throat as he gulped it down. But her cum kept coming, more than he could handle, and his swallowing slowed, his mouth overflowing.Mama pulled out, her cock still spurting, and aimed the rest at his face.
Thick ropes of cum painted his cheeks, his forehead, his lips, the white contrasting starkly against his flushed skin. Kaito's eyes fluttered, his breath ragged, the sensation of her cum on his face both humiliating and exhilarating. The final drop landed on his chin, dripping slowly, and Mama took a deep breath, her chest heaving, her cock resting against his cum-slicked face, still massive even in its post-orgasm state.