In the world of Aräun super powers have been here as long as anyone could remember along with demons angel and spirit some human decided to go a darker route these are are called super villain while others were better and they are called heroes and I am one of them one of the top super heroes called Golden MILF
M stands for mighty I stands for invincible L for loyal and F for fearless but my real name is Aisha im a fourty four year old woman who's happily married to my husband of 20 years with our child I have my great blonde hair light caramel eyes and I have a great figure my super power lets me control golden energy to enhance my strength oh I forgot im five eight in height
My husband is a super hero to his name is Arnold but his superhero name is Wang he is a super hero that not that popular his power is weak he can only heighten how people fill it leave a purple liquid or it could be a tenucles he has black silky hair black eyes and dark skin he is fourty eight years old he is a slim guy also he is the intelligent one in the family and he is five eleven in height he is off on work right now so he won't be here for a while
At last my son he looks just like me nice curly golden hair but he's my special boy he has one golden eye and one black eye he's eighteen now and just got accepted to college he has a strong oh sorry I keep forgetting to tell you guys more my sons name is Gleam he is the golden boy he is lean smart 6'2 in height but he just doesn't have his powers yet however he's the best you could ever ask for he always makes sure im content
So today when I got back home and my son that's helps me with everything wasn't here to help with groceries I knew something had to definitely be wrong so I came into the house quietly to try and not be found I looked around but nothing in sight I went to the kitchen table to get a drink
Maybe he's hanging out with friends today no because he said today he'll be here all day when I got over to the table I saw a paper on the table I leaned into it to see
The note said if you want to see your son come to the werehouse at the end of town tell this to no one or I'll kill him
I ripped the note and ran up to my room I'll kill whoever tries to take my son I put on my black fishnet stocking next I put on my super hero bra these things barely got to the back my H cups are barely fitting I put an short white jacket next I put on my stellto heels on along with my red lipstick alright time to kill some bitch but I don't know why it felt a little sticky here
Aisha's heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic, primal rhythm. The fear for Gleam was a white-hot spark, instantly igniting the golden energy that was her superpower. The fear transformed into a cold, lethal resolve.
"Tell no one," the note had said. The thought of calling Arnold, even though he was miles away and his powers were negligible in a direct fight, flashed through her mind. But the threat was clear, and her gut screamed that hesitation could cost Gleam his life. She had to move, and she had to move now.
I ran not the front door but into the second story glass window bursting into it think of why they took him was it one of my enemies or do they want my money there no time to think Golden MILF has to stop them
I didn't bother looking for an unlocked door. She focused her golden power into her right fist, the light intensifying until it was the color of a miniature, contained sun as I walked in and saw Gleam on the ground next to a Woman with purple hair with a sword to his neck and his pants down and his blue underwear showing with a bulge
Oh Golden MILF is here
What do you think you are doing to my son
About to have my way with this lovely boy im sure he won't mind
I didn't care I was going to kill her I ran with golden energy surrounding me going for her head but just before I could an axe blocked my hand and I saw massive demon and I punched me back I knew this would take a while to win
The force of the demon's punch sent me hurtling backward. I slammed into a stack of empty crates that splintered with a crash that echoed horribly in the cavernous warehouse. Pain flared across my chest, but my big great tits protecting my body absorbed the worst of the impact. I was back on my feet in an instant, a low growl rumbling in my throat.
"You touch my son, and I will tear your soul from your body," I snarled, my voice amplified by the raw power I was channeling. My light caramel eyes narrowed, glowing with a fierce, golden intensity.
The purple-haired woman, a classic supervillain type all cheap theatrics and over-the-top outfits simply smirked, pressing the flat of her sword a fraction closer to Gleam's throat. My beautiful boy was tied, lying on the cement floor, his single golden eye wide with fear.
"Oooh, temper, temper," she purred. "It's the mighty Golden MILF! And look, she brought her little friend." She gestured with her chin toward the towering demon, who was easily ten feet tall, with skin like cooled lava and horns that curled back over his head.
The demon, a brute named Malak, hefted his enormous battle-axe. His voice was a guttural rumble. "The boss said 'don't let her near the boy.' Your powers are irritating, woman. Stand down, and we'll only break your pretty bones."
I didn't dignify that with a response. I was furious. They had my son. They had threatened him. All thoughts of a clean, controlled fight evaporated. This was personal. This was primal.
I shot forward, not at the demon, but at the woman holding Gleam hostage. My speed was incredible, a streak of golden light blurring across the floor. Malak reacted instantly, swinging his massive axe in a horizontal arc designed to cleave me in two.
I didn't stop. I couldn't.
Instead of dodging, I concentrated my golden energy into an incredibly dense shield right in front of me. The axe hit the barrier with the force of a wrecking ball. KRA-THOOM! The noise was deafening, and the impact sent shockwaves that vibrated through the floor. The blow stopped me cold, and the sudden jolt of resisting that force rattled my teeth.
The second the axe was embedded in my shield, trapping the demon for a crucial moment, I didn't waste an instant. I spun, using the shield as a pivot point, and launched a massive Golden Bolt a concentrated blast of my energy straight toward the purple-haired woman.
She yelped, startled by my sudden shift in tactics. She didn't have the time to block or even fully move. The energy beam struck the warehouse wall behind her, creating an explosion of concrete dust and shrapnel, but it forced her to leap back, stumbling away from Gleam.
"Gleam!" I shouted, dropping the shield and turning my attention back to the true threat, the demon, who was now roaring with rage and trying to yank his axe free.
"Mom, look out!" Gleam screamed.
I knew he was right. Malak finally freed his weapon and was charging. I didn't have time to create another powerful construct. I focused all my strength into my legs and arms, enhancing my physical form to its absolute peak. My muscle definition seemed to sharpen under my skin as I became pure, raw strength.
When Malak swung his axe in a crushing, overhead blow, I didn't try to stop it. I slipped under the swing, ignoring the massive wind pressure that ruffled my hair, and drove a solid, golden-enhanced punch a Mighty M-Fist directly into his knee joint.
CRACK!
The sound was sickening. The hardened lava-like shell of his leg cracked, and the demon let out a high-pitched, pain-filled shriek that was much less intimidating than his roar. He stumbled, momentarily off-balance, and I used that fraction of a second to create a pair of golden energy manacles and slap them tightly around his thick, powerful wrists.
"That," I gasped, breathing hard, "is for touching my boy!"
Now, to deal with the real mastermind. I looked past the writhing demon to see the purple-haired woman scrambling back toward Gleam. I had to get to him first.
I ignored the screeching of the now-hobbled Malak. My focus was laser-locked on the purple-haired villainess. She had stumbled back toward Gleam and was frantically trying to grab his arm to drag him away.
"Get your filthy hands off him!" I roared.
I lunged. My speed was overwhelming, an uncontrolled burst of pure adrenaline and golden energy. I reached her just as her fingers clamped onto Gleam's elbow. I drove my shoulder into her side with the force of a battering ram.
WHUMPH!
She cried out in pain as the impact threw her violently sideways. She hit the floor, skidding several feet, and let go of my son. The force of my movement, however, had been so fast and so powerful that the delicate fabric of my white jacket tore at the shoulder seam, ripping down the side. I barely noticed.
I immediately knelt beside Gleam, using my enhanced strength to snap the ropes binding his wrists and ankles. "Are you hurt, baby?" I asked, checking him quickly.
"I'm fine, Mom, just... shocked," he whispered, sitting up and rubbing his wrists. "Go get her!"
My relief was a momentary weakness I couldn't afford. The warehouse felt suddenly colder, the air thick with sulfur and ozone. I looked up.
The purple-haired woman was already back on her feet, clutching her ribs. Her eyes, however, weren't on me. They were directed toward a swirling, black-and-crimson portal that had ripped itself open in the corner of the ceiling.
"You idiot, Malak! You stalled for too long!" she shrieked, then pointed at me. "Get her, you failures!"
Three new figures dropped from the portal, landing heavily with crunching sounds as they hit the cement floor. These weren't demons of brute force like Malak; these were leaner, faster-looking fiends, covered in bony armor and carrying wicked, curved scimitars that sparked with dark energy.
"Gleam, get behind that pillar! Stay low!"
I commanded, placing my hand on his shoulder and giving him a firm shove toward a massive, load-bearing support beam a few feet away. His college-bound brain was smart enough not to argue.
I stood up, channeling the golden energy until I was practically vibrating. The energy pulsed around me, illuminating the dark warehouse and casting long, sharp shadows.
"Alright, boys," I growled, my voice low and dangerous. "Golden MILF has an appointment with a purple punching bag, but I guess I can fit you in first."
The three demons hissed and advanced in a coordinated, triangular formation. The purple-haired woman, seeing her reinforcements had arrived, backed away and reached for a communication device on her belt, looking ready to make her escape with or without Gleam.
I couldn't split my attention. I had to neutralize the immediate threat. The lead demon lunged first, its scimitar aimed for a diagonal slice across my torso. I met the attack not with a shield, but with a golden-energy whip that snapped out from my hand. It coiled around the scimitar, and with a vicious yank, I ripped the weapon from the demon's grasp, sending it spinning across the warehouse.
Before the demon could react, I slammed a reinforced kick into its chest, sending it flying backward into one of its companions.
That left the third demon. It was faster. It used the distraction to close the distance, aiming its weapon for my chest opening the suit letting my breast fall out of the suit. I leaped backward, narrowly avoiding the slice, but the move put me too close to the incapacitated Malak.
"Mom!" Gleam screamed from the pillar.
The purple-haired woman saw her chance. "Forget them!" she screamed into her device. "The boy is secured! We're leaving!" She sprinted to a secondary door in the back of the warehouse.
"Oh, no you don't!"
I pushed the remaining demon away with a sudden, localized burst of golden power, and ignored the pain as the demon's sharp elbow scraped across my bare arm. My resolve was absolute. They had my son. They were not getting away.
I pumbled them full of my golden energy, less destructive than the bolt but infinitely faster, straight at the fleeing woman's feet. It struck the ground just in front of the door, liquefying the concrete and forcing her to stop her escape with a frustrated cry.
While I wasn't paying attention the other demon slapped me up the air cutting my stocking and the other jumped and kicked me down to the ground completely tearing my top off
Pathetic!" the purple-haired villain sneered, kicking my stomach. "The MILF is finished."
The demons grabbed Gleam. I watched, helpless, as they hauled him up.
"Let go!" Gleam screamed.
Then, his eyes ignited. The golden one blazed with power, but the black one pulsed with consuming shadow. A soundless cry of pure fury left him.
Where his two eyes met, twin beams erupted: a searing Golden Laser and a terrifying Black Laser. The fused energy struck the two demons holding him. ZZZZZKRACK-BOOM! They didn't fall; they disintegrated into smoke and dust.
Gleam stood alone, his breath ragged, he had no clothing on due to it burning off the residual energy faintly pulsing around him.
He walked over to me and he couldn't get any closer falling over
I saw that Gleam fell asleep but I still couldn't move the purple haired woman walked over to Him
Stop you bitch
No she said in her annoying voice this is my Gleam he saved me so now he'll be mine forever and he doesn't need a old bitch like you around but I'll let you watch my love but never speak
She grab his big girthy cock but I couldn't do anything but a sudden gun shot came out and killed the woman along with all the demon
A familiar voice came to me a whole heartily I told her to bring the both of you to me I saw my older sister the villain who also goes by Domanting Queen her power makes her control anyone who sees them
My sister. Nell. Dominating Queen.
I tried to push myself up, my muscles screaming in protest, but the golden energy that had protected me moments before was depleted, my limbs heavy and unresponsive. I watched in horror as Nell calm, cold, and sickeningly familiar holstered a sleek, futuristic pistol that had fired the fatal shot. The last of the lesser demons crumbled to ash, leaving only the sound of Malak's pained, confused groaning in the corner.
Nell stood over the still, unconscious form of the purple-haired villainess. She didn't spare her a glance, instead focusing her chilling light-caramel eyes the same shade as mine, but utterly devoid of warmth on Gleam.
"My dear Gleam," Nell purred, a dark affection in her voice that was more terrifying than a scream. She gently nudged the purple-haired woman's body with her boot, a sign of utter contempt. "A harlot, indeed. She would have wasted your potential."
She looked up at me, long flowing black hair smaller breast than me nice long legs plump ass and thick thighs she has a sharp, triumphant smile curving her lips. Her black, latex-like suit gleamed under the emergency lights, and the crown-like helm she wore seemed to mock my own battered state.
"Aisha," she said, using my birth name, which always sounded like an accusation on her tongue. "You know I always clean up your messes. That little annoyance was getting in the way of the real plan."
The golden energy that remained in my body surged back, fueled by pure, desperate maternal panic. I tried to speak, to beg, to command, but the words caught in my throat. I remembered the true nature of her power: anyone who met her gaze was instantly subject to her will, a will that was absolute and unbreakable
I had looked right at her. I was trapped.
"Don't bother trying to move, sister," Nell commanded, her voice soft but resonating with power. "The Golden MILF is taking a little nap. A very long, silent nap."
She snapped her fingers. From the same crimson and black portal, two figures emerged. They were not demons, but tall, armored operatives in matching black and gold tactical gear her loyal, brainwashed drones. They moved with silent, efficient menace.
"Take the boy and the mother to the facility," Nell ordered the operatives, her eyes never leaving mine. "Secure the test chamber. Prep the restraints. We need to begin testing his dual-energy signature immediately. And make sure Aisha is positioned perfectly. She needs a front-row seat for her son's... transformation."
The two armored figures moved to Gleam first. One of them carefully, almost reverently, lifted my unconscious son. The other approached me. Despite the mental block, a single, agonizing whisper escaped my lips, torn from my soul.
"No... Nell..."
Nell knelt beside me, her face close enough for me to see the malicious triumph dancing in her eyes. "Oh, but yes, Aisha. You always wondered why your little Gleam had a black eye alongside his golden one.
Arnold's weak power didn't manifest, but his darkness certainly did. He is a child of the Hero and the Shadow. And you," she tapped my cheek, a gesture of faux-sympathy, "are going to watch as I turn your golden boy into a true hound. My Dog."
The operative lifted me effortlessly, the pain in my body nothing compared to the agony in my heart. I was forced to look over the shoulder of the armored drone, seeing Gleam's beautiful, peaceful face as he was carried toward the shimmering, dark portal.
We were taken through, and the air immediately changed. The cold, damp smell of the warehouse was replaced by the sterile, echoing scent of metal and ozone. I was in a massive, brightly-lit, circular room filled with banks of incomprehensible machinery and humming energy conduits.
I was strapped into a complex chair that looked designed to restrain a powerhouse far stronger than me. Heavy, metallic cuffs clamped my wrists and ankles, and a thick neck brace prevented me from turning my head or, crucially, from looking away from the center of the room.
Gleam was placed on a reinforced table directly opposite me. Scientific sensors and cables were immediately attached to his body, particularly around his twin-colored eyes.
Nell stood between us, the image of absolute control. She pressed a button on a control panel, and the humming of the machinery intensified, casting the room in a sickly, pulsating blue light.
"The show is beginning, sister,"
Nell whispered, a sadistic grin on her face. "Watch what happens when true power is unlocked. Watch as your son forgets all about his loyal and fearless mother."
Nell stepped back from the control panel, her eyes fixed on Gleam's still form. The blue light pulsed faster, and a low, resonant tone filled the chamber, building in intensity until it felt like a physical pressure against my eardrums.
The sensors attached to Gleam's eyes began to glow. The golden one pulsed with blinding light, while the black one seemed to drink in the surrounding energy, becoming a deep, infinite void.
"The black eye is the key, Aisha," Nell explained, walking slowly around the table, tapping a finger lightly on the machinery. "It's the suppressed, dark-matter signature from Arnold your pathetic husband amplified a thousandfold. The Golden side? That's all you. Hero and Villain, locked in one beautiful vessel. And I'm about to choose the dominant color."
Nell placed a hand on a large, red lever labeled D-SHIFT.
"No! Please!" I mentally screamed, the mental command completely useless against her influence. The paralysis held me rigidly in place, my body a useless, agonizing cage.
The humming reached a fever pitch. Sparks began to jump between the metal restraints holding Gleam.
"Watch," Nell commanded, and my eyes, though filled with tears of golden energy that streamed uselessly down my cheeks, were forced to obey.
She pulled the lever.
The blue light vanished, replaced by an agonizing, blinding black-and-crimson flash.
Gleam's body arched on the table. A silent scream tore through him, visible only in the taut muscles and the sudden, violent tremor that shook the entire chamber.
The Golden Eye my light, my lineage fought back. It unleashed a powerful, coherent beam of pure, benevolent energy that momentarily overloaded the sensors.
But the Black Eye was stronger. It didn't emit light; it consumed it. It radiated an inverse energy, a thick, suffocating wave of shadow that wrapped around the golden beam, twisting and strangling its light.
The air in the chamber grew cold, smelling of burnt iron and something ancient, something evil.
Nell's expression shifted from sadistic pleasure to pure, rapturous awe. "Yes! Yield, light! Yield to the true inheritance!"
The golden light in Gleam's eye sputtered, then dimmed. The black eye, however, expanded. It wasn't just his iris that was black; the shadow energy spread, consuming the white of his eye until it was nothing but an orb of polished, malevolent obsidian
Nell approached him, triumphant. "Hello, Shadow Hound," she purred.
"Master," Gleam no Shadow Hound responded in a chilling, cold baritone. He looked at me, strapped in the chair. "A subject. An energy source. A potential liability. Her designation is Golden MILF." The utter lack of recognition was agonizing.
Nell reveled in my silent despair. "Do you see, Aisha? That loyalty, that intelligence, that strength now it serves my purpose."
Shadow hound I have something that I need you to do attack the golden MILF
With that my son got on all four like a dog and ran at me I was barely able to stand after the fight from earlier he ran faster than my eyes could see than a steering pain was in my ankle and I fell over he grabbed my arms and his fist above my face
I was super scared and sad I couldn't save my son and I might die to him I saw my sister with a sinister smile
Hound fuck that MILF on the ground
What are you doing I yell now I definitely want to fight back but I was to weak he torn my shorts off I started to try to kick him away but my ankle was hurting but I couldn't resist he ripped my pink pantie offs along with him tearing his jeans off his cock wasn't a cock he had a long thick cock it was the size of a horse I yelled knowing that I wouldn't be able to take his cock in me even if I wanted to but I don't know how he has such a big one compared to his father I thought all of this while trying to craw away but he pulled my legs to drag me to him he started to pull me all the way to where his cock is but his cock was touching my ass I felt his wet cock and I cried out for him to not do it and for Nell to not make him fuck me but he started to go in thrusting into my cunt my son would never love this MILF but If I embrace this I can fuck him so that he'll love me
Suck on you mom's tit you my boy
He surprisingly listens he flipped me over and I started to put his mouth on my tit I decided if this is the only way that I would want to have fun with a big cock for once I moved my arms and put my hands come on he was able to ejaculate in my cunt but I felt his cock was still hard and he never stopped he kept doing this and I was about to cum make me dissy I was going to fall unconscious
That's good enough dog and my precious baby stopped pounding me come over here to satisfy me
This bitch wanted to make me feel despair she wants to fuck him infront of me my baby my boy who should be fucking the shit out of me
With Nell sitting down on a thorne and Gleam walking up to her on all four
Suck my toes you little stinky dog
Like always he did it without a second thought he put his big mouth on her toe slowly suckle it he was rubbing her thigh along with it making her look like she was about to cum and along with me I tried to stop looking but she kept moaning just by getting her toes suck by her nephew if only it was me
I was so enthrall and looked at them closely hoping that my son was sucking my clit bitting it a little and calling him my golden boy
I saw that my sister spread her legs and moved her g string move to the side eat your Queen's pussy and he moved like a ferocious beast he was still on the ground like a pathetic pet he stuck his tongue deep he move his tongue around and started to suck her clit and from what I saw he slightly bit watching all of that while fingering myself I came the same time my sis did and I fell unconscious
Some time went by and Nell walked up to the glass Sister I noticed that my hound listen to you so I've decided that I will erase your son memories of tonight and dress up as you then I will truly have a perfect loyal hound