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Tana stood gazing at her boyfriend.

Kon was sound asleep, sprawled on his back. His lamp was still burning. His jean hung low on his hips, the naked flesh of his stomach showing.

She was wearing a long nightgown, a nylon gown that clung to the curves of her slender body. The top of her gown was lace, and the light-brown color of her nipples showed. She’d entered his ‘command center’ and stood over him, her eyes roaming about his youthful body.

Across his face was a pair of her panties.

Tana was very much aware that some men enjoyed fondling a woman's panties during times of jerking off. She knew they enjoyed the scent of a woman's worn panties, and at times wrapped the nylon about their cocks, to jack off. But that was men, not Superboy. Kon was young, and she halfway felt he shouldn't even be jerking off, let alone finding pleasure in caressing a pair of panties.

But here he was, a set of panties on his head.

She thought the panties had been mysteriously lost while being washed. The washing machine sometimes ate a sock or two, but never panties.

Oddly enough, she didn't feel anger at Kon for having them. She felt an unusual tingling sensation between her thighs as she looked down on his sleeping body. One of his eyes showed through the leg of her panties, and the crotch rested lightly on his lips.

All day she had been wearing the same panties. Tana usually changed her panties at least twice a day, but today was different. Feeling a flush of excitement on her lovely face, she lifted her gown to her waist, and peeled her panties off. She held them up, turning them inside out. They were pink, too, but the whole front was black lace. She brought the panties to her face and sniffed. The scent of her cunt was there, along with two stray dark pussy hairs. Very carefully, she removed the panties from her son's sleeping face and placed the other panties there.

She looked down at him for a while, her eyes straying toward the crotch of his pajamas. The fly gaped slightly, and she leaned over to look closely. She could see the base of Kon's cock, the hint of one ball. Her hand began to itch with the desire to fondle him, to feel his cock and precious balls. Fighting the urge, she left his room, her panties balled in her hand. She tossed the panties into the laundry hamper of the hall bathroom where she was sure Kon would see them in the morning. Then, on impulse, she stripped her gown over her head.

***

It was noon and, except for the continuous soft purr of the refrigerator and an occasional drip from the bathroom faucet, the house was quiet.

Tana was alone.

Her hips began to undulate in anticipation of what would now begin. Her trembling fingers crawled across the taut flatness of her naked stomach. 

Masturbation. Her own dirty little secret. Every time got wilder than the last, more wicked, more elaborate, more exhausting. At times she felt disgusted with herself. She was too old to waste half her afternoons engaged in lonely self-indulgence. It wasn’t normal for a respectable young woman to have such overpowering sexual urges. Or was it? What about Roxy, or any of those girls on the Teen Titans. It was no secret that they were sexpots. And what about Knockout especially? Judging by the clothes she wore, you’d think she was a hooker. And once at a party she had emerged from a bedroom so mussed and disheveled that Tana and everyone else watching knew what had happened. 

She couldn’t have sex with Kon, though. He was so young. The very thought made Tana cringe. It was something she could never do. Never. Even though her afternoons were often spent in bed, her fingers playing havoc with her throbbing clitoris while she imagined various men pumping their hot sperm into her thirsty sex, the concept of really having Kon stuffed up inside her seemed repulsive. 

No matter how sacrosanct her womanhood might be, though, Kon was still filling her mind. It had been he who had bagged her groceries last week, and when he had helped her take the bags to her car their thighs had accidentally brushed against each other. The fleeting contact had meant nothing to Kon, but Tana had been dismayed to find upon arriving home with the groceries that her panties were soaked clear through. Though she had struggled to keep her arousal from surfacing, she had finally been forced to excuse herself from the dinner table and had gone into the bathroom where she had quieted her lust with ten minutes of vigorous masturbation.

Now she spread her legs wider and writhed, her bare body beginning to perspire slightly as her fingers neared her sex. In her fantasy, Kon had come over for some undefined reason. She was alone in the house, but she had invited him in anyway. Almost immediately, she had smothered him with a wet, passionate kiss and whispered, “Fuck me!” in his ear. They had rushed into the bedroom, stripped naked and now lay side by side on the bed.

Tana’s mouth opened and she expelled a hot gasp as her finger touched lightly against the wet flesh along her clitoris. Her tongue lashed out and made several circles, dampening her lips. She closed her eyes, and whispered sexily, “Oh, Kon!”

She worked the middle finger of her right hand into the juicy lips of her pussy. Using the digit as a tiny phallus, she made rhythmic in and out strokes. Her left hand wandered up across her tightly drawn stomach to touch the undersides of her ample breasts. She pushed one breast up as far as she could, bowing her head down to it. Catching the hardened nipple between thumb and forefinger, she aimed the bud toward her face. Then, sticking her tongue out as far as she could, she managed to make contact with the tit. She felt a sexual tingle grow within her as she spread her saliva around the throbbing nipple.

Her thighs began to tremble, tightening and untightening as her steadily probing finger drove her to still higher states of arousal. She straightened her legs and spread them farther apart, curling her toes and feeling the silky bedspread tease her calves into sensual awareness.

Her finger… Kon’s finger… became more savage as it seesawed in and out of the now flooded passage. A very low, throaty moan came from deep within her, repeating itself every few seconds, growing louder and more intense as she worked herself into a fever of sexual abandon.

She pretended it was young Kon sucking her breast and pinching her nipple into glorious hardness. She opened her hazy eyes and gazed at herself, watching her belly heave, watching her thighs quiver and perspire as her finger was swallowed again and again by her grasping cunt. It gave her lewd fascination to see the finger gobbled up by the hidden cave within her. She imagined that Kon was hovering above her, his blue eyes peering down at her wanton nudity, his cock hard and swollen and throbbing.

The normal Tana—the shy, inhibited, proper woman—was nowhere present. Afterward she would loathe herself for indulging in this juvenile form of self-abuse. But right now she felt marvelously sexual, wonderfully whorish. Not too long from now she would be jerking all over the bed climaxing, and later she would hate herself, and tomorrow she would do it again because she couldn’t help it.

“God!” she whispered. “God, it’s so good!”

She stroked her cunt rapidly with her sex-lubricated finger. Each time she drove it in, her palm slapped against the upper part of her vagina, stimulating her swollen clitoris.

Feeling delicious to be naked in the hall bathroom, the door wide open, Tana giggled with a lewd sound. She ran her hands to her cunt, parting the thick hair to expose the pinkness of her cunt. Pulling at the lips of her cunt, she parted them until her clit jutted forth. Tana's clit was unusual in that it was extra long, perhaps a full inch. It was the most sensitive thing she had ever touched. Now, she rubbed lightly with the tip of a finger over it, her hips jerking spastically as she moaned softly.

She resisted the powerful urge to stab a finger up her cunt and work it in and out, bringing herself to orgasm. As much fun as it was to fingerfuck, she wanted more than a stiff finger up her pussy. But she couldn’t have it. She… couldn’t… have it!

Her orgasm hit her like she’d downed a shot of bourbon, only it was going up her body, burning sourly inside her, kicking hard against her clit, warming her all the way up to her tingling lips and out to her twitching fingers. She felt so wet, Kon might as well have come inside her. 

Sighing, she picked her gown up, draped it over her shoulder, and nakedly stepped into the hall. She walked to her room, pausing at Kon's door and looking in at him. If he was awake, he would have seen his naked girlfriend standing there, her hazel eyes smoldering at the front of his jeans. Tana trembled with strange hungers, and turned to her room.

***

The next morning, Kon said nothing.

Tana watched him carefully. Surely he knew there was a different pair of panties on his face than those he went to sleep with. But Kon gave no indication he knew. Dressed in her light summer robe, with a fresh pair of panties on, but her tits naked, Tana prepared his breakfast as he sat at the table. Kon wore his cut-offs, with sneakers on his feet. Cut-offs and sneakers seemed to be the summer uniform of the boys and girls, she thought.

As she turned from the stove, her robe swirled and her thighs were exposed briefly. But Kon had seen her legs, and Tana noticed a quick flare of interest in his young eyes. She wondered what he would do if she untied the robe, let it hang open so he could see her in the panties, her tits pointing at him suggestively.

Sitting across the table from her boyfriend as they ate, she asked: "What are you doing today, honey?"

"Nothing," he replied.

"You mean you're going to stay home today?" she asked, pleased. "With me?"

Kon nodded.

This was a change, she knew. Kon usually couldn't wait to finish breakfast and leave, going off and playing superhero. Some days it seemed like he never wanted to stop being Superboy and becoming Kon.

"What brought this on, baby?" she asked, finishing her coffee. "Don't tell me there’s no crime in the world."

"Not in Hawaii, babe. This is Paradise," Kon said, raising his eyes. For a moment they fixed on the strain of his girl's tits. The robe exposed the creamy, tantalizing valley between them. "I just feel like staying in today."

"You're not sick, are you?" she asked, unable to keep the sparkle out of her eyes.

Kon shook his head. He had lowered his gaze again to her tits. This time he looked boldly at them.

Tana found her breath catching in her throat. A warm flush crept over her face, down her neck. She sat still, feeling the heat growing between her thighs.

"Did you... find something different this morning?" she managed to ask, her voice low.

Kon nodded. He’d actually awoken by falling off the couch he’d been sleeping on as his phone rang, brushing something—he knew not what—off his face as he searched for his cell and finally answered the call from Tim. The old boy wonder—now that sounded British—wanted him to help out with training the team, and was ‘promoting’ him (though the Teen Titans didn’t have ranks) to a more senior position in comparison to all the newbies they were getting. So it looked like the Teen Titans’ drill instructor was now a Kon job.

Tana reached across the table and placed her hand on top of his. Her eyes were moist, a nervous smile playing about her full lips.

"Did you mind?" she asked again.

"Mind what?" Kon asked,

"That I changed... panties," she said, her voice throaty.

Kon's young eyes flared hotly as a grin spread over his face. He turned his hand beneath hers, and they held hands tightly across the table.

"I mean, I try not to notice that sort of thing…" he said, his voice going from high to low, as it usually did when he was excited. 

“How could you not?” Tana asked. “They were right in your face!”

Kon gulped. Sure, Tana’s robe was belted a little looser than normal, but it wasn’t like he had X-ray vision… yet.

"You like my panties, don't you, baby?" she asked. "What do you do with my panties, anyway?"

“Nothing!” Kon protested.

“Do you like to feel them?” Tana teased.

“I… yeah, sure I would," he said confusedly. 

"And smell them?" she asked, unable to resist.

Kon nodded his head, lowering his eyes shyly for the first time. Holy shit—what had gotten into Tana? Was it some shapeshifter like that Mystique chick from the movies imitating her? Because he’d take it, blue or not. He was no racist.

Tana stood up and moved around the table to her boyfriend’s side. She placed his head against her stomach, hugging him there, brushing his hair.

"Don't be embarrassed, baby," she said softly. "I understand. I'm not mad at you. If you like playing with my panties, I don't mind."

Kon wrapped his hands about Tana's waist and hugged her tightly as he pressed his face into her stomach.

"Kon," she whispered, pulling his head from her stomach and tilting his face up to hers. "Oh, Kon," she whispered again.

She leaned down to kiss his forehead, but at the last moment, pressed her lips to his. She had meant to give him a quick peck, but the feel of Kon's lips against hers sent a wild, blazing fire through her body. With a moan, Tana thrust her tongue past her boyfriend’s lips, deep into his mouth. A muffled gasp came from Kon, but his arms went about his girl's neck tightly. Hot flashes rushed through Tana’s body, making her clit push to the top of her quivering cunt while her pussy-lips swelled more and more.

Just like that, she was down on the breakfast table and Kon was mounting her, on top of her. The anticipation of feeling her boyfriend's body crushing down on hers was too much for Tana. She closed her eyes and raised her hands, trailing her fingertips across her stiff, reddened nipples.

"Ohhh, God. Suck my titties! Oh, Jeeeesus, suck my titties," Tana moaned over and over.

"I'll rip them off," Kon growled as he stopped and watched his girlfriend play with herself.

"UNNGHHHH!" she cried out, pinching her nipples between her fingers. Tana kicked her legs farther apart and groaned again when she felt a rush of cool air blast against her fiery cunt. The brunette babbled incoherently as she felt steaming, bubbling juice oozing out of her fat lips and drenching the tablecloth under her squirming firm ass.

"Jesus!" Kon said as he finally crawled onto the bed and slid up to his girlfriend.

"Oh, God, baby, you don't know how long I've waited for this," Tana said, reaching over and stroking her boyfriend's hot, flushed face with her right hand.

"Me, too," Kon groaned, reaching down and running his right hand up and down the full hot length of his jerking manhood.

"God! SHIT!" Tana cried out angrily, growing impatient as she felt spasms rip through her jerking pussy. "I want that cock up my cunt," she said huskily as she watched drops of lubricant drip out of Kon's expanding piss-slit. 

Tana licked her lower lip, fighting the desire to run her tongue along those big veins that throbbed hard against his taut prick. She wanted to move her lips until they clamped around the teen's pulsating cock-head where she'd be able to taste those early drops of salty jizz.

"Touch me! Oh, God!" Tana begged.

But Kon kept teasing her, rubbing his fingers slowly up and down his twitching cock while he stared at her quivering, juicing red slash.

"Something! Do SOMETHING!" Tana cried out desperately as she lowered her right hand to her groin. She spread her burning cunt-lips apart, rubbing the itching, aching walls inside her with her fingertips. Tana almost jerked her hand away, feeling a surprising blast of hot air hitting her hands when she pulled those fluttering labes apart.

"Wow, Babe!" Kon said enthusiastically, watching the show carefully.

Tana wiggled her ass back and forth against the groaning table, rubbing her thighs together and trapping her fingers inside her snatch while she played with herself. Tana moved her hand up slightly, strumming her clit like a harp string. Suddenly she felt a series of hard contractions rip through her cunt. Her eyes flew open in wild surprise and she arched her back in reaction to the tearing spasms. Tana impaled her snatch on her probing fingers, reaming it out with tiny circular motions before she slammed her ass back on the table and looked hotly at her boyfriend.

"I'll come this way if you don't do something fast," Tana warned him.

"Okay," Kon said simply, reaching over and sliding his hand quickly between her thighs. Suddenly she felt lightning flash up against her cunt and thunder blow up in her brain as Kon grabbed her red, throbbing clit between his thumb and forefinger and pinched it.

"AIYEEEEEEEE!" Tana cried out, heaving her ass up in the air as she pulled her fingers out of her cunt and wrapped her hands around Kon's neck.

"Hot! You're really hot for my cock, aren't you, Babe?" Kon said as he stroked her sputtering mound gently.

"NNNGGGG! NNNNNNGGGGGG!" was all Tana could say.

Kon then pulled his hand out of her sucking snatch and ran his finger lightly along the edge of her hot slit. Tana moaned, begging him to stick his fingers back into her pussy. But he kept on teasing his girlfriend. He played with the tight curls of her matted pubic hair, toying with them as he continued to lightly massage her quivering labes.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuckkkkkkk!" Tana groaned, squeezing her firm buttocks together and heaving her snatch up. She tried to signal him with her fiery sex, waving it like a battle banner in the air and hoping he'd dive back into her thundering womanhood.

But Kon had a mind of his own. He'd waited just as long as Tana for this opportunity. And like his girlfriend, he wasn't going to blow the whole scene out the window with a quick suck and fuck.

"Dick! Dick!" Tana shouted out, thrashing on the table as he worked the slippery edges of her hot labia lips together with his right hand. At the same time Kon reached up with his left and rolled his palm hard over her erect, sparking right nipple.

"JEBEFEEFESUS!" Tana cried as incredible flashes of heat seared her pussy and tits.

"That's it, Babe. When I shove my cock in you, I want you howling the roof down," Kon groaned as he slid his hand slowly away from her slick snatch and trailed it along the full length of her smooth, tapered legs.

"Fuck m-m-meeeee!" Tana stammered, feeling her snatch rumble hungrily. She needed something up her hot box now. She could feel her cunt muscles trembling, whimpering for Kon's prick. She rolled her head back and forth on the tabletop, her long dark hair tangling across her nose and mouth as she gasped and whined for dick.

"Okay, Babe. Here it comes," Kon groaned as he rolled between Tana's widely splayed legs and grabbed his cock with both hands, pointing it down at her quivering box.

"FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!" Tana cried out happily, closing her eyes tightly and holding her breath as she waited for the initial plunge to blow her out of the world.

"AIYEEEE! UNNGHHHHH! OOOOOOOOH!"

Tana screamed at the top of her lungs. Kon had fooled her. He was still playing games with her. It wasn't cock she was getting. It was her boyfriend's mouth, hot and open, fitted tightly around her hot hole!

"MGGGGFFFF!" Kon responded as he slid his lips up and down the outer edges of her tightening cunt-lips. Occasionally he dug his teeth gently into the swollen, slick membranes of her labia. Every muscle in her crotch ached now. Her swollen, twitching clit throbbed unbelievably for release.

"FUCK ME! YOU SON OF A BITCH, FOR GOD'S SAKE, FUCK ME!" the reporter cried in desperation as Kon lapped like a dog at her tightly clenched twat.

"Shit," Kon answered her as he shoved his head forward. He buried his face deep in the folds of her hot snatch as his hands dug and slid under her bouncing ass. Kon dug into the firm flesh and held her cheeks so far apart that Tana thought he was going to tear her body apart.

"Time for your mouth on me now," Kon said as he pulled away from his bucking girlfriend.

"Wh-What?" the reporter stammered as she realized her boyfriend had pulled his mouth away from her pussy.

"Suck me! Come on. Don't tell me you never did it before. I used to hear Supes groan out how good women were, sucking his cock and licking his balls. I want to feel the same thing," Kon said, smiling strangely at his girlfriend.

Tana wasn't too much in the mood for cock-sucking now. Her pussy was quivering, contracting and sucking in air, begging for instant relief. Still, the only one who could give it to her now was asking her to suck his cock. If that was the only way she could get his prick up her snatch, well, she'd just have to tell her cunt to be patient while she swallowed her boyfriend's dick.

"Okay, Kon. You've made your point," Tana said huskily as she rolled over and crouched between her boyfriend's legs. She lowered her face until her lips brushed against his quivering, long hot dick. Tana felt the hot tips of her swaying breasts brush against the wrinkled tablecloth as she drove her mouth suddenly onto Kon's dick.

"UHHHHH!" the teen cried out, closing his eyes and digging his head into the table.

"Mgggffffff," she responded, slowly sliding her hand up from Kon's cock and starting to move it up to her boyfriend's belly. She pushed it through the thick matting of pubic hair until her fingers began to knead the hot, hard flesh of his belly. Rivulets of sweat trickled down Kon's sides, matting the forest of crotch hair as Tana's hands crawled hungrily over his skin. They searched out his sunken navel and dug into it, sending Kon into a frenzy of lust as he arched his back and drove his prick deeper down Tana's sucking throat.

"Shit! Yesss! Just like that, Babe! Ohhhh, God! Work those lips around the-th-th-OHHHHH MY GODDDDD!" Kon howled like a ghost. Tana felt a flush of pride as she felt her boyfriend writhing and tossing below her. She was glad that it was her expert tonguing and sucking that was making her boyfriend beg for release just as hard as she'd begged for it a few minutes ago.

As Kon hunched his hips into the air, Tana unclamped her lips from her boyfriend's prick and moved her head down quickly, sticking out her tongue and running it slowly up and down the tough, wrinkled skin of Kon's heavy balls.

"OHHHHH! OHHHHHHH!" the teen cried out, his body shuddering uncontrollably as Tana shoved her head farther up and popped the teen's scrotum in her mouth. The hot, baggy flesh tasted fresh and good in her mouth and she sucked gently at the leathery balls.

"UNNGHHHH!" Kon cried out again. Tana felt his prick bouncing against her cheeks as she continued to slather her boyfriend's balls with hot spittle. 

"Ohhhhhh!" Tana cried out, suddenly feeling Kon's big dick swell up inside her cheeks.

"Wh-what's wrong?" Kon stammered out, raising his head and looking at his girlfriend.

"I'm not going to have your dork shooting off all over my face," Tana said as she took her mouth and hands away from Kon's quivering cock and contracting balls. She leaned back on her heels, closing her eyes and reaching down with her right hand. Tana started sliding her fingers over her swollen, hairy cuntlips all over again.

"Come on, Babe. I don't think I want to screw around anymore," Kon said simply.

“Neither did I. Fuck me, Kon. Come inside me right now.”

He whipped her dripping fingers out of her cunt and rolled on top of her. She eagerly spread her legs as wide as she could, and he socked his massive rock-hard prick into her tiny but slippery cunt. She arched her petite body to take his meat as deep as she could.

If Tana had any remaining doubts about how dating a teenager, they completely vanished when Kon spurted his load of hot jism up her split cunt.

***

After a few more goes at Tana, Kon picked up both the clothes he had discarded from his own body and those he had ripped off Tana, taking them to the washing machine. He found that a load had just finished in the drying, and in a good-spirited mood—what with how many times Tana had screamed out his name—he decided to fold those so the dryer would be open when the washer was finished.

The first article of clothing he picked out, as it happened, was a set of pink panties that Roxy had taken off him and carelessly dumped in the hamper the other day. Kon didn’t recognize them as Roxy’s. And he knew they weren’t Tana’s. In fact, they greatly reminded him of Cassie’s, from that one time he had had to bribe Slobo with a pair of Cassie’s underwear.

But what would Cassie’s undies be doing in his laundry? It wasn’t like he could’ve taken them off of M’gann when she was in Cassie’s form—that was literally a part of M’gann, not something that could just go on a trip 2,336 miles.

Unless…

Oh boy.

He had fucked up.

He had really fucked up.

On the plus side, he was absolutely sure now that Cassie did have a crush on him.