Elisha Hartwell finally started towards her family's place at the first breath of midnight. She took the various private alleyways in the darker portions of the city as opposed to the more well-lit and common paths other New York city folk took. She had always thought it best to avoid other people when off the job. The golden-blond teen still wore her "work uniform" even though she was off the clock.
She wore her silky golden hair drawn back in a loose ponytail that, even tied up, almost reached her shapely, round bottom - a "cute little apple ass" if crude commentators and popular magazines were correct. She was not modest, she was well-aware that her body was exceptional. A few strands of Elisha's silken hair were poking down on either side of her forehead, the feathers of hair framing her masked, heart-shaped face in a rather cute, alluring way. The mask was just one piece of her superhero costume. Yes, superhero..! Fighting crime and looking cute while doing it was Elisha's part-time job!
Even wearing a disguise like the half-mask currently on her face, one could tell from her kissable lips alone, that Elisha was very adorable underneath it all. Those who knew her from High school were aware that she was more than just cute, she was jaw-droppingly beautiful, drawing many eyes when not in disguise. The eye-portions of her mask were covered with a gray film that hid her eyes from sight, though she was still able to - Thanks to the wonders of technology! - see clearly from her side of it. Elisha was also adorned in a matching cape, as well as a highly popular - and most importantly memorable- body costume that made her popular with all sorts of people, men, women, and otherwise.
Elisha's beautiful body was something she displayed proudly, the low-cut top of her uniform accentuating rather than hiding her incredibly voluptuous chest. She got her d-cup rack from her mother, who had even bigger boobs than she did somehow. It sort of ran in the family, at least that was what Mom claimed, and according to family pictures - which featured many big-titted women on her mothers side, it was likely true. The young, blonde bombshell wore a skin tight bodysuit, shirt-part cut off at the belly to reveal a toned, pretty abdomen. Her mini-skirt and heeled boots combo was mainly an excuse to show off her long, lean legs while she kicked the teeth out of bad guys. There was something satisfying about seeing your heel go into the nuts of some loser who's up to no good!
She was humble about it, but Elisha was a highly skilled athlete, a kickboxer since childhood. Her parents hadn't questioned her intense interest in violent sports from a young age. Elisha was, of course, still an amateur at crime-fighting. Sports are one thing; street fights are another- but her outright brutal strength and cutesy vibes had resulted in her getting quite a reputation in New York - her city of birth and the place where she chose to fight crime. Not to mention her cameos with Father Cosmos, a famous hero and important figure in her life. Some wanted her to be his sidekick full-time, though she'd rather choke and die.
The dark, cold streets of New York were wet from rain, and mostly empty after the earlier assault from a rather proficient team of "Baddies", a term media used to describe the super-powered humans that chose to do evil instead of good. A full-time hero named Father Cosmos, herself, and a few other independents had cleaned the battlefield up so fast the media guys and the cops couldn't even make it in time before all crooks were beaten up, leaving the police only a buttload of paperwork.
The heroes had saved the day quickly, but not quickly enough. While racing through the alleys, the lone Hartwell daughter cursed to herself under her breath, narrowly avoiding running into some hooligans out way past their bedtime. Elisha's ocean-blue eyes were hovering around herself as she made her way through the dark city, hoping she'd not run into any more people on her path home. The lithe teen was clutching her civ clothes in the crook of her elbow - she was already late getting home, she hoped desperately that her parents would not notice her absence. Or worse, catch her coming home still in costume...
A year ago, sneaking into her home would have been impossible. Because she was still in the first few years of high school then, her parents had taken her education even more seriously than Elisha herself had. Once freshman year was finished up, her two disastrous parents schedules completely fell apart- and who knows where they were nowadays? Certainly not checking up on Elisha. Dad had work, and mom often left the house for social reasons, but the idea of being caught still worried her...
Elisha's superhero career was her biggest secret. According to Elisha's own lies, she was supposed to be spending her days with one of the local churches, helping rescue orphans and cats stuck in trees, or something... Or maybe she was supposed to just talk endlessly about those boring ancient, holy texts or about how to be a Godly woman even with her "situation down south" but she cared about none of that. If she was asked to quote the Bible she'd be shit out of luck. There were a lot of things that happened in church but thankfully she had been saved from that life as a kid.
She only used the church as an excuse because it got her parents off her back, and it was convenient. Only one person had ever caught Elisha using her powers, and that man was the head priest of the church she "volunteered" at- the man who caught her playing recklessly with her speed powers as a wee kid.
He also happened to be a superhero himself, and from childhood she had - on top of her formal education- crime-fighting duty with "Father Cosmos" at 8pm, sharp - Monday through Thursday. Once she graduated she finally started getting paid for it.
Father Cosmos was the name people chose for Elisha's mentor but he went by Father Harry Stille during the day and in his legal documents. Elisha knew his real name, and that probably would have made him wary if he wasn't such a naive, god-loving idiot and if she hadn't been his sidekick more times than he had hands. A superhero's real identity is one of their only weaknesses most of the time, being generally invincible against normal humans. He was also gay and proud about it, yet his alter ego was well-known in conservative circles as the "great white hope." Horrendous. Elisha's mentor was even on daytime television showing off his powers - which included lulling people to sleep with his voice or alternatively driving them into obedience or a state of insanity just wanting the noise to stop.
Elisha guessed that Father Cosmos was popular with those circles because he cited scripture as he knocked his victims' heads around. He never missed a beat, quoting the Old Book flawlessly, confidently - it was actually rather unnerving. Elisha didn't give a damn about politics but it was amusing to her that these proud straight men had no idea the kind of person her mentor was! They funded him ceaselessly... and therefore her since he paid her wages. Speaking of which - That guy was a real piece of work, he didn't even pay her for tonight! Elisha was getting sick of being a feature and side-kicking for him. He had high-paying jobs, sure, but he was also a cheapskate!
"Church management and restoration, Godly things and cock rings, things like that" - was his usual reply when Elisha asked why she hadn't gotten her cut of the dough yet.
The heroine sighed. The superhero biz could be intense when you free-lanced, but she couldn't imagine signing on "officially"- which required mandatory blood samples and microchips upon hire. Giving the government a sample of her super blood in exchange for a lifetime of guaranteed work...
'Yeah, no thanks.'
Many years ago some Gov-brand superheroes had been forced to beat back an army of braindead clones of themselves - genetic copies made from their own blood samples, supposedly- and after that a lot of people with powers - new or already developed- decided government super jobs were not the way. Who knew what they'd do if they had the type of super genes that Elisha was born with? She shivered thinking about it.
Elisha was a special superhero. People often complained on forums or in videos and docuseries about "overpowered" heroes. They'd say things like "It was unfair that Kryto Kid knocked out The Supreme with only two punches, he was too fast and too strong, he shouldn't be allowed in future competitions... etc, etc..." Here was the reality: some powers were more useful than others, and Elisha was one of those "well-endowed heroes' that had developed with a bountiful array of gifts.
Endowed in every way some would say.
Kelly KO had, according to online forums, only a few powers. A low-power amateur hero. She had super strength and super speed, but in reality that was not the complete truth. It was true that Elisha was an amateur, and she'd been "knocked out" quite a few times by Baddies, but that was because she was always holding back! The teenage girl had many different powers, though she had always made sure to showcase only a few of them while on camera. The data-bases were wrong! The teen hero was capable of super speed, super strength, super shouting, super jumping... and sure she sucked at most of them, but it still said a lot about her physical make-up that she could do so many different amazing things! Once her training was complete, once she got better at her job, she would probably be one of the most popular heroes in North America.
At times, it was hard to keep her identity safe. During fights, it was quite common for super-powered crooks to try to knock off the mask of the hero stopping their weaselly ways in an attempt to get their identity shown to the public, and their criminal allies. "Doxxing"' so to speak. Worse, there were some people on the internet that made it their life's purpose to track and trace super people's body types and small portions of their revealed face to connect them to pictures of heroes during civilian life on their social media.
Elisha had developed, and hidden, her powers at a young age - and thankfully was always smart and disinterested enough to avoid having a social media account, though she occasionally dabbled now, but never with pictures. Using social media was a way that she often found crime nearby, after the rise of special people in society and independent vigilantes came to light many began to outright ignore the police as their first option. Superheroes did it better, and you could pick which one you wanted to ask for help, if you were lucky. Television media was obsessed with the thousands of individuals that sprung up all over the US and elsewhere, most having hid their powers for years, or just developing them - more people every day - and Elisha was one of them. She was still afraid of coming out to her family, even though they were supportive of heroes. There were many reasons for that... mainly because it would probably be awkward.
Elisha's own mother was probably "Kelly KO's" biggest fan. It was horrid, the giant-titted milf was always at the front of any signings or events the young heroine showed up at. Elisha did her best to avoid her mother, fearing Kate would recognize her. It was always tough seeing her mom get disappointed at not getting a signature from her favorite hero, but Elisha just couldn't risk it! It was a tough situation in a lot of ways!
Sometimes being in the same room with her family when her 'Kelly persona' came up on the news was just unbearable! Her pervy mother, who had NEVER had a proper filter in the first place, was always quite unashamed about how openly she coveted the young, athletic, stacked hero. Her brazen mom even claimed Kelly made her clit feel alive again- Elisha's alter ego excited Kate, just by body-type, combat techniques, and aesthetic alone. It was flattering and scary at the same time.
Kate once ranted and raved about how lucky these ungrateful people were to be saved by Kelly after she'd dragged them from a burning building. Her mom complained about how weak their "thank yous" were... "I'd give Kelly Clit-whistler a right, proper thank you if I was there." How embarrassing to hear as her daughter, and what a horrible nickname!
Elisha's horny mother always gasped loudly, like she was on a roller coaster that suddenly stopped, if a particularly annoying camera guy managed to get a shot of the highly coveted "Kelly high-kick" and the resulting dick bulge flash. Horrifying to witness... Her mom was always excited at the sight of "Kelly's" dick in her panties while she fought crime. It was made all the more worse when her mother would lean back in her arm chair shaking her head and muttering, "That superhero brat really is asking for it f-flashing her dick like that! How perverted! If I ever got my hands on her..."
Perverted!? No! It was just hard to avoid that particular movement when Elisha fought the way she did, Elisha's costume was just easy to fight with, it had nothing to do with flashing her dick!
Whenever she said these things Kate's patient husband would merely grunt in amusement and smile, while Elisha herself awkwardly thought about how the body her mom was so obsessed with ... was her own daughter's. How would Kate react if she found out her favorite superhero was Elisha? Would she suddenly become disgusted by all the pent-up desire she seemed to have? At times, Elisha didn't understand why her body grew warm when her mom lavished her alter-ego with cock-hardening praise, tone dripping with lewd desires. Elisha often had to force her own hearing to turn off, often by thinking "LA LA LA" loudly when Kate went into the uber specifics about everything she'd do if she got her hands on "that young lady's heroic cock."
God, Elisha hoped her fighting today hadn't somehow made it on the news! If she had to hear her mom going on about her again, she'd probably lose it!
Elisha made it into her apartment by jumping up the fire-escape and climbing through the window into the hallway of her family's floor - the front door would surely alert her family. While she was creeping to her own room, Elisha suddenly froze in the hallway as she heard a sound coming from her right.
Protective instinct made her dash to the door where the sound came from with her natural super speed. A quiet chorus of rough, almost barbaric sounds, were coming from within her own parent's bedroom. That very same superhero instinct had her almost reach for the door and burst in, demanding the piggish sounding man get off her apparently protesting mother. Then a conversation took place, and a realization started to seep in.
"Oh noo... please, don't violate me Mister Good Knight... I'm a godly woman, I have two kids at home... I don't deserve this." The voice of Elisha's mother cried out whorishly. Kate Hartwell had the kind of voice your guy friends talk about, she didn't just look like a milf, she sounded like it - and acted like it.
'Two kids'? 'Mister Good Knight'? Elisha was confused.
Then everything slid into place when her father, in an outrageously fake British accent responded: "My dear, rest assured, I am merely purifying you with my holy sword. Fear not, once I am inside you all will be right. Do not struggle - shh, no, sweet virgin maiden Kate... let it happen." Then there was the sound of people shifting around on the bed, and some more strange animalistic grunting, some quiet moans...
Elisha was thoughtful even as the horror hit her. How was her mother supposedly a virgin maiden and a mother of two at the same time? Also, when did Elisha get a sibling? This RP was intense. There was a discrepancy in the strange story that Elisha was now overhearing take place between her parents. Disgusted, and faintly amused, Elisha started walking away when she suddenly heard her mother shout in frustration.
"God damn it Roger, why can't you get it up for me anymore!? We're even doing the roleplay you wanted! I don't know anything about medieval times, yet here I am dressed like a- a milk maiden, and you're still not hard!"
Ah, so their marriage struggle continued. Elisha grew sad at the sound of her father merely sighing. He never stood up for himself! "Yes, you're right. I'm a pathetic excuse for a man. It's the antidepressants honey, you know how I get."
Her mother merely sighed back. The two sounded exhausted. "Ah, forgive me my love, I don't mean to take it out on you. I just... I just get so wet... and I just need... Something... inside me. Something hot, something hard..." A moan and then a sigh...
Elisha took this time to creep away to her own room, closing the door shut behind herself. Once in the safety of her own room, the scene she had stumbled across invaded Elisha's mind. Particularly the frustrated, hungry moans of her mother - who had sounded eerily like a bitch in heat. Of course, Elisha was a virgin, so perhaps her perception was off and that was just how normal women sounded when they were turned on... either way, it awoke the beast between Elisha's thighs, another popularity among the Superhero fanclubs that littered every town across the United States. She was known for being different and endowed in an especially unique way... She was known for being a "futanari."
Now, the cock that disrupted her normal functions since puberty stirred, and the sounds of her horny mom played over in the young superhero's mind. A voice whispered at the back of her head- how perfect Elisha would be to fulfill her mother's needs. It was a shadow of a thought, truly filthy, and yet Elisha dwelled on it.
Her cock pulsed underneath her short skirt, poking the material upwards, and she gasped as she clutched her erection and exhaled heavily. Oh God, what was she thinking about her own flesh-and-blood mother!? Just because she'd overheard the sex didn't mean it was okay to think about it! Disgraced, the young superhero still couldn't stop her heart from racing. What kind of woman was her mom in bed that her father could not please her, or was he truly a "failure of a man"?
She took a cold shower as usual, and barely resisted the urge to masturbate to the memories of her day.