I was faced with a great dilemma; the only person close at hand would be my son Billy. My nearest female relative lived sixty miles away.I ponder this... problem as the painkillers started to take effect in the ER. How could I ask my son to massage my lower back and thighs? "Billy, would it embarrass you if I stripped down to my panties and bra and had you massage my lower back and thighs using this ointment?" Sure, he had seen me in a bikini and he had rubbed tanning lotion on my back but to see. "Yes, he's a wonderful man. He's alsosomething else." She paused, and looked like she wasn't sure if sheshould keep going, but she swallowed hard and continued. "He's also theBatman." The Batman?" Wow. This was really something. I know my mom and theBatman had sometimes teamed up to fight crime together but I had no ideathe Batman and Bruce Wayne were the same person. But I guess it madesense. No one else knew that Superwoman was also my mom, the Kansashousewife."The Batman?" I said. "When did. He slowly began to penetrate me in and out and he drew his head backward as he did this. I could not move not even an inch. I popped my eyes wide open as I could feel him grow slightly bigger inside of me. Fear struck me like lightening; I was afraid of bleeding to death if he stretched me any further. But to my surprise, I was not at all bleeding. He rocked his body slowly, his cock going in and out of me. I could feel my pussy tightening as he did this, and my very own body was beginning to. I lost count of our orgasms.The room turned from bright light to dim sunset as the sun began to fade. Samantha got up and turned on the lights, saying she loved it bright in her apartment. I was glad, giving me a perfect view of the contours of her naked body. We laid exhausted in each other's arms cuddling and kissing. I looked at her and sadly told her I must be going home since we both had work in the morning.She understood and said what I was thinking. "I wish you could spend the night." I.