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Post by Kappa on Nov 23, 2021 8:12:09 GMT
Mama WidowNatasha Romanoff didn't really understand what was happening. Not the slightest bit. Nope! "MOMMY!" A Young Blonde complains in a exasperated tone. www.gettyimages.com/detail/photo/sulking-moody-blonde-woman-pouts-defiantly-royalty-free-image/182026044?adppopup=trueNatasha batts her eyes, her body aged significantly... www.gettyimages.com/detail/photo/businesswoman-looking-at-camera-portrait-royalty-free-image/1195433464?adppopup=trueLooking at the high school girl up and down, eventually, seeing a strange resemblance to none other than Steve Rogers! "....Yes, sweetie-pie?" Natasha asks in a mature voice. She felt this peculiar and strong maternal instinct. An instinct which grew stronger and stronger with each passing second. "I was totes going to have my sweet 16 in Tahiti, but now Terri Miller is having her party there!" Stephanie Romanoff sniffs childishly. With a serious look on her face, deadpan, icy, she then casually states, "KILL HER PARENTS." "What?" Natasha raises a puzzled brow. "Kill her parents." Stephanie demands. "No one copies me and gets away with it!" Stephanie stomps her foot. "Now, get Hawkeye or Daredevil, I don't care, as long as that bitch is an orphan by Sunday!" Natasha continues to batt her eyes. What kind of person would ask for something so horrible? What kind of person would do something so horrible?! "Of course, sweetie. No one makes my baby sad!" Natasha blurts out. "Thanks, Mommy!" Stephanie giggles, quickly blowing her mom a loving kiss. "Oh, and if Terri Miller ends up crippled, I'd be super happy, mommy! Super happy!" As the spoiled brat tip-toes off, what relay disturbed Natasha was the fact she was immediately going to call Lady Bullseye to get the job done!
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Post by anzaleth on Nov 23, 2021 17:25:34 GMT
"Yeahhh, that's it," Mary Jane moaned as she squirmed around. "Ahhhhh, yeahhh. Mmgghhhhhhhh. Give Big Mama some sugar. Yeaahhhhhhh...."
She slid her gigantic bulk back and forth, her huge tits and belly jiggling like mad. Under her could be seen one of her top agents, the Black Cat, squirming desperately as she licked and sucked on Mary-Jane Watson's huge dripping cunt. Black Cat desperately licked. It was getting hard to breathe, covered by her boss' twat. The Queenpin of Crime insisted on her top agents giving her oral pleasure, and there were rumours that if you had displeased her, she'd just stay on your face and suffocate you to death. Or maybe just if you weren't good enough with your mouth to get her to cum.
"Ohhhhhh! Ohhh!" Mary Jane squeezed and mauled her own tits. "Yesss! Yesss, pussy, lick my pussy. Lick Big Momma's pussy, you filthy little pussycat. Yesssss!!!! YAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!"
The Queenpin was a screaming and a gusher. She shrieked, her whole body rocking back and forth as her cum shot all over Black Cat's face.
The thief slowly staggered to her feet, shaking all over. She had almost thought that the Queenpin would crush her head this time.
"What do we say, pussy?" Mary Jane cocked an eyebrow.
"Thank you, Big Momma, for letting me drink your delicious cum and kiss your perfect clit." Though most people referred to Mary Jane as "The Queenpin" or "Ms. Watson," she let her closest "friends" call her "Big Momma."
"Good pussy." Mary Jane lit a cigar. "So you say Natasha is willing to chat."
"Y-yes, Big Momma, that's the word on the street."
"GOooooodd."
Mary Jane snorted. Natasha Romanoff ran the Russian Mob, who were supposed to be the nastiest, toughest gangsters around, and in many ways they were. However, everyone knew that Natasha's daughter Stephanie had her mom wrapped around her pinkie. Any crazy shit that cruel little brat wanted, Natasha made it happen. Pathetic. Where was Natasha's dignity? Fortunately, Mary Jane's daughter Petunia was the sweetest, cutest thing ever.
"May Parker to see you, ma'am."
Mary Jane smiled. "Send her in."
May Parker was definitely her closest confidant. In fact, May had been something of a mentor to Mary Jane, showing her the ropes of the New York underworld.
"Hello, dear," May said as she came in. "How are you?"
"Fine thanks, Aunt May." Of course she wasn't Mary Jane's real aunt, but she liked to be called that. "Would you like some tea?"
"That sounds marvelous."
Aunt May smiled pleasantly. She seemed like such a nice old lady, it was easy to forget she was the nastiest, most sadistic person Mary Jane knew. Sometimes she frightened Mary Jane a little. She still remembered when Aunt May had asked her for help murdering her husband, brother-in-law, and sister-in-law so she could gain access to their money. She had spared her nephew Peter, who had been raised by Mary Jane and Aunt May as Petunia.
Now Aunt May was the Vulture, wearing a flight suit that she and her wife Olivia Octavius had built, and she served as the Queenpin's top assassin. When she flew through the night, May cackled like the Wicked Witch of the West, looking for some fun.
"How is dear Petunia today?" Aunt May asked as she sipped her tea.
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"Heyyyyyyy, girlfriend!" Stephanie cooed into her shiny red-white-and-blue phone.
"Heyyyyyyy, girlfriend!" Toni Potts giggled from the other side. "How's it going?"
"Terri Miller is, like, a total bitch, but Mommy's gonna teach her a lesson."
"Kewl, kewl. So, um, Mommy is gonna be out for a couple of weeks," Toni said. "I got practically the whole place to myself."
"Oooooo, got any wicked plans?"
Toni giggled. Her mom often went on business trips. Pepper Potts designed weapons. She designed them for the American government, she designed the weapons used by the special police officers to battle supervillains, but she also designed less well-known ones that she sold to gangsters and terrorists. Many of Natasha and Mary Jane's weapons came from Pepper. Pepper didn't give a shit. She'd be totally fine selling to both sides. All she cared about was the sweet money.
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Post by Kappa on Nov 23, 2021 20:27:38 GMT
Mrs FantasticOne of the Biggest Pimps in town looked far from it. "Has everyone washed their hands?" A Middle Aged Blonde smiles warmly at the kitchen table. www.gettyimages.com/detail/photo/happy-woman-at-breakfast-table-in-kitchen-royalty-free-image/529341383?adppopup=trueA mature beauty, with a motherly charm, in reality, Susan Storm is by contrast a cold blooded sadist obsessed with whoring out her sissy sluts to fund her financially crippling cocaine habits. She snorts more snow than a 1980s Tim Allen. Her heart at this point faster than a Rabbit's. If anything, getting her fix is the only thing Mrs Fantastic truly cares about. That and appearances. Susan clears her throat. "I said, HAS EVERYONE WASHED THEIR HANDS?!" Susan speaks firmly, her eyes widened, her bingo wings crossed. "Yes, Mother. " Her three top bitches say in unison. "Good." Susan gives a peppy smile, showing lots of teeth. "Now, if you'll excuse me, Mother has to powder her nose." The Three Bois sit down, aware that powdering her nose literally meant snorting cocaine. Susan always avoids saying anything crude or obscene... even though that's as natural for her as mom jeans, a glass of boxed wine, and the hallmark channel around Christmas! To public, Benny, Rita, and Joan are her daughters. But in reality, their her money makers! The girls are silent for a good five minutes, enjoying their glasses of drinks, their brunch, and their break from work. "So, How was Senator Kelly?" Joan inquires, mixing business with pleasure! www.gettyimages.com/detail/photo/photo-of-three-women-enyoing-appetizers-and-wine-at-royalty-free-image/498057840?adppopup=true"Sloppy." Rita frowns, taking a big gulp of her White Zinfandel. "Are all middle aged men so sloppy in the sack?!" Benny giggles. "Seems like it." Benny points out. "And don't got me started on the old fogies!" The girls spend a good ten minutes sharing stories about their morning. Rita being tied up in bondage, Benny being a human toilet, Joan spending a good 6 hours pretending to be some lonely old woman's daughter. "I need a vacation." Rita sighs. "Amen, sister. Mother is working us ragged!" As they continued to complain... Rita couldn't help thinking all of this was strange. Was she really just some sissy prostitute working for a coked up hag?
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Post by anzaleth on Nov 23, 2021 22:21:34 GMT
"So, hey, Petunia is apparently going to her mom's lake house this weekend," Joan said. "She, um, wondered if we could come."
"All of us?" Benny asked.
"Totes."
Joan had become good friends with Petunia Watson, adopted daughter of the Queenpin. In some ways they were very similar. Both had been boys ruthlessly feminized and sissified without their permission, both turned into empty-headed bimbettes utterly dominated by the powerful woman in their lives. However, the important difference was that Petunia was pampered and spoiled by Mary Jane, treated as her precious little china doll who she didn't want anything to happen to. Conversely, Joan was just a way for Susan to get more coke.
"Awwww, Mother wouldn't let us go," Benny said. "She'd want us to be 'partying' then."
"Perhaps," Rita said, "but Mother does want to get in good with the Queenpin. Perhaps we could say this would help Mother get on her good side...."
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"Bring them in here!" Stephanie snapped her fingers.
She was dressed in a shiny blue top covered in stars and a red and white striped miniskirt.
The servants hurriedly came in with numerous shoeboxes.
"Now, let's see which ones are worthy of my pretty, pretty toes," Stephanie cooed.
The mob princess wiggled her little toys. The servants looked at each in terror. If none of the shoes looked good, Stephanie might start screaming and throw one of her infamous temper tantrums. Then none of them would be safe.
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