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Author Notes: Apologies for the long delay. The story is back and I will be posting more chapters, as well as working on other content too. I do want to note that as the name of the story implies, there is simulated violence in an escalatory sense - but neither character is physically hurt as that is not the intent of the story. It is all just roleplay. If this concept offends you, I apologize in advance. This is just a mother and a son exploring the taboo depths of their relationship, and their highly unusual kinks.
Also, heavy foot focus in this one. Thanks for reading!
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To this day, seeing his young mother in her skimpy, white panties and a camisole made his heart pound in his chest. She always looked so innocent and unsuspecting when she was dressed like that and walked barefoot through their house. When Ben caught her unaware as she nursed a glass of water in the kitchen, he'd pause at the doorway and just run his eyes over her, as if she were his breakfast.
And sometimes she was.
The last six months were a whirlwind for Julia, but even more so for Ben. Their relationship had become something more, beyond just the lewd acts they performed on camera for Flex Girl's devoted fans. They didn't put a label on it, it was just understood between the both of them that Ben had laid claim to his mother.
The picture sets they created and the films they recorded became a weekly routine, subjecting Julia and her alter ego to various perils at the request of her fans. The scenarios varied from being bound, suspended, and put on display to being stripped and defeated all while Ben assumed the role of various villains -- violating the vulnerable superheroine in perverse and humiliating ways. Ben playing the role of Raze had gained popularity and Raze became the fan favorite nemesis to face off against Flex Girl.
Ben spent some of his evenings reading the comments on their videos and on the Flex Girl forums to see what people thought of his sexy mother in her perilous adventures, but not just to collect feedback and ideas. There was something deeply erotic reading all the things these anonymous commenters would do to Julia if given the chance, knowing they could never actually have her.
On occasion, Julia joined him, and she'd melt into the protective arms of her son while she read aloud the lewd desires of her fans. It didn't take long for Ben to learn of his mother and her sexually masochistic tendencies.
Julia had taken a step back and assumed a diminished role teaching dance with her online persona having become more lucrative. Keeping the content interesting was challenging and she had to dedicate more time to her alter-ego. Julia derived perverse satisfaction from the rising quality of their productions. What started off as very campy and off-the-cuff had become more polished and crafted -- and realistic. She was becoming quite the stunt woman!
They had rented private studio space in an old shopping center a few days a week, to keep their affairs separate from the dance studio -- even if they had only been using the backroom. After a close call with one of Julia's co-workers, they both realized they had nearly flown too close to the sun.
Ben spent a significant amount of time working on his editing skills and adding higher quality special effects. While the fans wanted steady content, they quickly became supportive of the increased quality and budget, even if it meant the releases would become less frequent. Ben worked tirelessly to deliver, which prompted him to quit his current job.
What the fans also wanted was something Julia focused on more: authenticity. Flex Girl needed to be able to bend, so Julia spent hours practicing yoga and pushing her body to the limits -- all for Ben to put to the test on camera.
-----
Julia felt her back collide with the wall. A burst of air expelled from her lungs, and her eyes went wide as her opponent rapidly approached. Sweat cascaded down her features but in her eyes there was a glimmer of morbid satisfaction.
"Yes," she whispered faintly under her breath, "more of that -- please." If you were going to do something, do it right. Flex Girl lunged forward with her fist clenched but Raze caught her tightly in his grip. He twisted her arm until the pain blossomed across her features and then he shoved her forward into a stack of crates. The momentum sent her leg flying up behind her, the supple flesh of her thigh jiggling erotically. Julia pointed her toes and let out a guttural moan. She looked back at Raze.
The costume Ben wore as Raze had been upgraded, red flickering text scrolled along the glass shell of his face mask. The wire tendrils that extended out of the back of his headgear were more rigid, and whipped around like serpents. Raze was more imposing, with protective black armor made of carbon fiber that spanned across his chest and arms, and tattered panels of cloth hanging from his dark silhouette.
Flex Girl rebounded off the crates and lashed out with a high kick, which Ben absorbed straight şişli escort (https://sislioto.com/) across his chest. Ben dropped his arm around her thigh and held fast. The frustrated grunts of his mother and the tensing muscles of her thigh while she struggled to balance on one foot made Ben hard.
"Enough," he spat, before he drove his next strike into Flex Girl's chest. Her breasts bounced and swayed in her leotard.
"Urgh!" his mother gasped.
After two more varying blows, her thigh fell from his grip and she stumbled backward on weak legs.
Raze gripped the subdued superheroine by her hair and cast her down to the floor of the studio. Flex Girl broke her fall with the palms of her hands and tried to crawl away on all fours -- only to have her ankle captured by Raze.
"Unh...!" Flex Girl yelped as her sweaty body streaked across the floor.
Ben looked down at the leotard that was tightly stretched across her body. Flex Girl also had an updated suit after the last one was destroyed long ago. She had replaced her black, high-heeled boots with stirrup compression leggings that went from her thighs down to her feet. This left Julia's toes and heels bare, to the pleasure of her fans with a fetish for her feet. This also increased her agility and reduced the risk of ankle injury.
Her leotard was redesigned with white mesh material cut high up her hips, covering all the way up to her neck. The letters 'FG' were emblazoned on the front in black, with a hexagonal pattern that flourished down one side. Her sleeves were replaced with arm wraps styled similarly to her leggings. This left more skin around her thighs and shoulders exposed. Lastly, her mask had been replaced with a white hood that obscured her beautiful eyes and she no longer wore a cape.
Raze dug his fingers into the front of her leotard and lifted her up before he drove her back into the floor. Julia gasped sharply and then moaned. Again. Ben eyed her legs as they kicked and stuttered along the cement, the white material of her costume spattered with dust. Raze lifted and felled her one more time.
"N-no... s-stop it, please!" Flex Girl begged. Julia was in-character, her cheeks flushed red with arousal from being manhandled. She nodded up at him and coaxed him to keep going. More, she thought.
Raze cocked his arm back, ready to deliver an incapacitating blow, but Flex Girl desperately caught it at the last moment. Her arms trembled like leaves, holding back the devastating force that would have knocked her unconscious. Raze countered with a blow from his other fist and slammed it into her side. She had no way to block it.
"Gyaaah!" Flex Girl yelped.
Flex Girl recoiled from the hit that cracked into her side, and she clutched her ribs in agony.
The superheroine MILF had mere seconds to look up at her opponent before she found one hand closing around her throat, and the other between her legs. Her cheeks flushed when she realized what he had planned for her.
"Unh! No -- n-not that!" Flex Girl begged him not to but Raze ignored her.
There was a mechanical whir when Raze brought the flexible superheroine up with his objectifying hold, and then slammed her down over his knee with a loud crack.
"Gck-ck!" Flex Girl croaked from the jarring lash of pain that flashed up her spine. Julia arched her back erotically with an agonizing moan fleeing her lips. Raze didn't stop there. He gave her two breaths before he did it again, this time with more force.
"UNNH!" Julia let out a strangled cry and melted over his knee. Flex Girl let her legs fall open with a whimpering sigh of defeat, but her flexibility wasn't truly tested until his grip began to thrust her down even further.
"N-no...n-no d-don't!" her voice pitched and then faltered when he tested the limits of her flexibility until she was completely contorted over his knee at a near impossible angle. They had practiced this off-camera multiple times -- with Julia demanding Ben push the envelope of the hold. Between her legs, his palm was clamped tightly over her mound, his fingers clawed into her pussy. At her neck, Ben had the heel of his hand angled into the underside of her chin and throat, and she was completely at his mercy.
And Julia was wet.
Ben wanted to stop right there and fuck the life out of her, film be damned. The girth between his legs pulsed hungrily for his mother's wet pussy. There was a pause as Raze held Flex Girl in that contorted pose, before he finally spoke.
The distorted voice of Raze gave Julia goosebumps, "You would think after all of the times you've challenged me that you would learn. I should have finished you off the first time you confronted me but... then we wouldn't have all this fun."
Ben loved indulging himself in her body, touching her wherever he pleased. Julia encouraged him to improvise as much as he saw fit -- so he did. His fingers dug into her meaty thighs and her flesh bulged around his crushing digits.
Flex Girl whimpered and twisted her body desperately. Ben brought his mother's mecidiyeköy escort (https://sislioto.com/) supple leg upward and forced her toes to a point. Sweat dotted her bare skin and he could smell the feminine scent of her body and bath oils heavy in the air. The clawed tips of his gloves rolled the edge of her legging and pulled the material taut, until it started to give way and slide down one leg.
Julia whimpered but Ben's other hand clasped over her mouth. "Mmmmph!" she whined through the handgag. In her struggle, she rolled her shoulders back and forth, her hands grasped his wrist, trying to dislodge from his iron grip. Flex Girl arched her bruised back and fought all she could to break free, but she was helpless.
Her leggings were damp with sweat. When Ben pulled the material free of her arched foot, Julia felt the air rush over her slick skin.
"Mnnh!" she squealed into his hand.
"Shhh," Raze said with a rumble. His grip over her mouth tightened and Flex Girl grunted in frustration.
Ben manipulated her shapely leg and foot in view of the camera. He wondered how many viewers would replay just this part over and over.
His mother had gorgeous feet. Her toes were perfectly proportioned, and her soles were soft and meaty. The pink hue of her sole contrasted with the discoloring of dust that spattered along the pads of her toes and her heel. The arch of her foot was spotless where the legging had crossed under it, but now it was pale and exposed.
The camera in the helmet had a closeup of her dirty sole, and Ben pressed the glass shell of his visor against the underside of her arched foot. The moment the supple, warm flesh of her foot pressed against the cold of the glass, her sole wrinkled tightly against it.
"Hnnnh!" Julia shook her head side to side and whimpered against the hand clasped over her mouth. Despite her attempts to pull her foot free, Raze held fast and drank in the sight of her bare skin. The perverse view continued until his lust for humiliation was abated. Her foot tensed and pointed, and then relaxed in his hold.
Raze released her and Flex Girl whipped her head to the side and cursed her nemesis. "You bastard," she spat. "you perverted f-"
Her verbal assault was silenced when she found his hand back around her throat, and her air cut off. Flex Girl gazed back at him with wide eyes and panic.
"Gck...ck...ack!" Her words were incomplete and unintelligible.
Another power struggle ensued, with Flex Girl's bare feet skidding along the dirty floor. Her lungs gasped for air that would not come. The hold on her throat tightened, Ben watched his mother carefully for signs to stop. A flush blossomed across her cheeks from the asphyxiation. Her feet streaked and stuttered wetly against the smooth cement.
Oh God -- Ben, Julia thought. I can't breathe, oh fuck! Squeeze... harder!
Flex Girl reached up and palmed the glass that stared back at her facelessly. Her eyes searched through the translucent dark, seeking the eyes of her nemesis. She had never seen his face -- not once. As black dots started to fill her vision, she pushed at the edge of the glass, trying to dislodge it from his face.
"Gck...st-stop!" She managed to squeak out from her gaping mouth. Her other hand slapped and pulled at his wrist. One of her legs kicked out straight out in front of her, her toes pointed and trembling. Flex Girl was desperate, it was becoming harder to remain conscious and if she went under, she didn't know if she was coming back for another fight.
Her eyes focused on the mechanical silhouette of Raze and the tendrils that lashed out from the back of his mask. In a fleeting moment of desperation, she saw a black cable that connected underneath the rim of the glass shell and pulled it from its socket. There was a spark and red lines of warning poured across his visor.
Raze snarled in anger, his voice further distorted and unrecognizable. The clawed hand around her throat relaxed and Flex Girl felt a rush of air flood back into her lungs. She gasped. Her adversary sought out the dislodged cable of his suit and staggered backwards. Flex Girl struggled on all fours, and inhaled precious oxygen.
After Raze reconnected the receptor, he rose ominously and advanced on her with indignant rage guiding his motions. In an act of desperation, Flex Girl twisted her body upwards as he reached her and clamped her legs around him. Ben felt his mother roll her weight against him and then found her thighs trapped tightly around his protected throat.
"Urgh!" Raze exhaled sharply and brought his arms up and around her bare legs. For the first few seconds, Ben thought he could twist out of her grip by leveraging his position over her. The more he fought, the more he realized that it would not be that easy. Ben felt even more turned on, the glass of his headgear started to fog up, and he growled at Flex Girl from the raw exertion of their struggle. Raze dropped to one knee.
Ben had to admit, the work his mother had put into honing her character, and her body istanbul escort (https://vipsevgilim.com/) was pushing their content to the next level. Raze had an advantage with his protective armor, whereas Flex Girl wore little to protect her soft skin -- but it didn't help him here. Julia felt his clawed fist slam into her thigh and a strained cry escaped her lips. Then another, and another. He attacked her legs with vengeance, doing anything he could to dislodge her curves from around his neck.
The imprisoning hold of her thighs relaxed just enough for Raze to pushback and rise again, but Flex Girl redoubled her efforts and twisted hard. With Raze rising up, her body lifted from the floor with only her shoulders flush. "Nnnngh!" she groaned. "N-not... this time, Raze!"
Julia put her flexibility and strength to practice and pushed up with her arms. Her body arched into a handstand, and she gyrated her hips to the side. Using her thighs to apply pressure, she started to crush through his armor. Her toes splayed, her feet arched, and her legs trembled erratically.
"A-a-almost," Flex Girl panted, the sweat running down her face and thighs, "just go down already!"
Raze grunted in frustration, delivering another strike to her thigh, and coaxing out an agonized moan from her lips. He was sure he'd bruised her, but he'd get scolded if he ruined the shot now. Julia took this very seriously.
Then Ben was forced to give in.
Raze dropped back down to one knee, his arms beat against her thighs but the strikes were weaker this time. The metal armor that covered his legs screeched against the cement floor. He dropped to his other knee and his arm raised for another strike but it faltered and fell to his side.
"Flex..." he rasped, his distorted voice distant and pained, "...Girl...!"
Raze slumped down with his head tilted forward. Flex Girl squeezed her thighs tighter for another minute before she let out a cry of desperation and panicked victory. Her sweaty, bare thighs peeled wetly from around his glass shell He'd have to edit in a crack in the glass later in post. A blinking red light flickered across the visor one final time, before it went dark.
Julia panted heavily, her breathing rapid and her body drenched in sweat. Her eyes were clenched shut and a smile of satisfaction and exhaustion spread across her face.
"I-I... I'm sorry Raze -- you had to be stopped," she whispered remorsefully between breaths. "I had no choice." Julia drew in her legs across her chest, her toes curled into the floor.
Julia watched her son in his heavy, dark suit and felt darkly amused and aroused with how the scene had played out. Flex Girl wiped the sweat from her brow and turned onto her side. When she rose to her bare feet, the first few steps were staggered and weakened. Her thighs were completely spent.
Flex Girl turned and pressed two of her fingers to her soft lips and then delivered her kiss goodbye to the visor of her fallen nemesis.
After she found her discarded legging, she left the studio through the back door.
When it clicked shut, there was a desolate silence in the room. The camera still filmed.
And then one of Raze's fingers twitched.
"System Rebuild," the voice from the mask spoke in monotone. "Begin reconstructing host."
-----
On the way home from the studio, the sexual tension between them hung heavily in the air. She left her costume on at his request and put herself on display in the passenger seat while he drove them home. Julia made a show of pulling off her other legging and rested her dusty soles on the dashboard. Ben was forced to keep his eyes focused and forward, while stealing ravenous glances at his mother's thick thighs.
"Eyes on the road tiger," she whispered naughtily.
"The moment we get home--" Ben started with a grin on his face. He had shed most of his armor and wore just the black underlayer which outlined his toned silhouette. It was too hot, and too impractical to wear it more than he had to.
"--What's going to happen to me?" Julia interrupted. His mother rubbed her knees together sexily, the meaty flesh of her thighs hissed softly against each other. "Is something going to happen to Flex Girl? Hmm?"
Raze was not yet down and out.
Ben remained quiet. His thoughts were hooked on the phrasing his mother used. '-What's going to happen to me?' as if Julia was the one facing the retribution of Flex Girl's nemesis, not the superheroine herself. It had always been Julia in the role of Flex Girl, but in his horny frame of mind the idea of Julia being attacked by Raze -- not Flex Girl, but his actual mother -- that caused his cock to harden and throb like never before.
Anxiety twisted in his stomach at the perverse thoughts his imagination conjured up. Why was that so hot? Ben tried to reason with himself that it was because they hadn't had sex in almost a week, and he was just that pent up. Ben was spending long hours editing and organizing content on the site, and it was easy to lose track of time. It was the idea of his mother in actual peril that he found arousing. He didn't want her to get hurt, but the fantasy of his sexy, barefoot mom in compromising situations where she had to escape danger -- that taboo existed on the fringes of his perverse thoughts about her.
Also, heavy foot focus in this one. Thanks for reading!
-----
To this day, seeing his young mother in her skimpy, white panties and a camisole made his heart pound in his chest. She always looked so innocent and unsuspecting when she was dressed like that and walked barefoot through their house. When Ben caught her unaware as she nursed a glass of water in the kitchen, he'd pause at the doorway and just run his eyes over her, as if she were his breakfast.
And sometimes she was.
The last six months were a whirlwind for Julia, but even more so for Ben. Their relationship had become something more, beyond just the lewd acts they performed on camera for Flex Girl's devoted fans. They didn't put a label on it, it was just understood between the both of them that Ben had laid claim to his mother.
The picture sets they created and the films they recorded became a weekly routine, subjecting Julia and her alter ego to various perils at the request of her fans. The scenarios varied from being bound, suspended, and put on display to being stripped and defeated all while Ben assumed the role of various villains -- violating the vulnerable superheroine in perverse and humiliating ways. Ben playing the role of Raze had gained popularity and Raze became the fan favorite nemesis to face off against Flex Girl.
Ben spent some of his evenings reading the comments on their videos and on the Flex Girl forums to see what people thought of his sexy mother in her perilous adventures, but not just to collect feedback and ideas. There was something deeply erotic reading all the things these anonymous commenters would do to Julia if given the chance, knowing they could never actually have her.
On occasion, Julia joined him, and she'd melt into the protective arms of her son while she read aloud the lewd desires of her fans. It didn't take long for Ben to learn of his mother and her sexually masochistic tendencies.
Julia had taken a step back and assumed a diminished role teaching dance with her online persona having become more lucrative. Keeping the content interesting was challenging and she had to dedicate more time to her alter-ego. Julia derived perverse satisfaction from the rising quality of their productions. What started off as very campy and off-the-cuff had become more polished and crafted -- and realistic. She was becoming quite the stunt woman!
They had rented private studio space in an old shopping center a few days a week, to keep their affairs separate from the dance studio -- even if they had only been using the backroom. After a close call with one of Julia's co-workers, they both realized they had nearly flown too close to the sun.
Ben spent a significant amount of time working on his editing skills and adding higher quality special effects. While the fans wanted steady content, they quickly became supportive of the increased quality and budget, even if it meant the releases would become less frequent. Ben worked tirelessly to deliver, which prompted him to quit his current job.
What the fans also wanted was something Julia focused on more: authenticity. Flex Girl needed to be able to bend, so Julia spent hours practicing yoga and pushing her body to the limits -- all for Ben to put to the test on camera.
-----
Julia felt her back collide with the wall. A burst of air expelled from her lungs, and her eyes went wide as her opponent rapidly approached. Sweat cascaded down her features but in her eyes there was a glimmer of morbid satisfaction.
"Yes," she whispered faintly under her breath, "more of that -- please." If you were going to do something, do it right. Flex Girl lunged forward with her fist clenched but Raze caught her tightly in his grip. He twisted her arm until the pain blossomed across her features and then he shoved her forward into a stack of crates. The momentum sent her leg flying up behind her, the supple flesh of her thigh jiggling erotically. Julia pointed her toes and let out a guttural moan. She looked back at Raze.
The costume Ben wore as Raze had been upgraded, red flickering text scrolled along the glass shell of his face mask. The wire tendrils that extended out of the back of his headgear were more rigid, and whipped around like serpents. Raze was more imposing, with protective black armor made of carbon fiber that spanned across his chest and arms, and tattered panels of cloth hanging from his dark silhouette.
Flex Girl rebounded off the crates and lashed out with a high kick, which Ben absorbed straight şişli escort (https://sislioto.com/) across his chest. Ben dropped his arm around her thigh and held fast. The frustrated grunts of his mother and the tensing muscles of her thigh while she struggled to balance on one foot made Ben hard.
"Enough," he spat, before he drove his next strike into Flex Girl's chest. Her breasts bounced and swayed in her leotard.
"Urgh!" his mother gasped.
After two more varying blows, her thigh fell from his grip and she stumbled backward on weak legs.
Raze gripped the subdued superheroine by her hair and cast her down to the floor of the studio. Flex Girl broke her fall with the palms of her hands and tried to crawl away on all fours -- only to have her ankle captured by Raze.
"Unh...!" Flex Girl yelped as her sweaty body streaked across the floor.
Ben looked down at the leotard that was tightly stretched across her body. Flex Girl also had an updated suit after the last one was destroyed long ago. She had replaced her black, high-heeled boots with stirrup compression leggings that went from her thighs down to her feet. This left Julia's toes and heels bare, to the pleasure of her fans with a fetish for her feet. This also increased her agility and reduced the risk of ankle injury.
Her leotard was redesigned with white mesh material cut high up her hips, covering all the way up to her neck. The letters 'FG' were emblazoned on the front in black, with a hexagonal pattern that flourished down one side. Her sleeves were replaced with arm wraps styled similarly to her leggings. This left more skin around her thighs and shoulders exposed. Lastly, her mask had been replaced with a white hood that obscured her beautiful eyes and she no longer wore a cape.
Raze dug his fingers into the front of her leotard and lifted her up before he drove her back into the floor. Julia gasped sharply and then moaned. Again. Ben eyed her legs as they kicked and stuttered along the cement, the white material of her costume spattered with dust. Raze lifted and felled her one more time.
"N-no... s-stop it, please!" Flex Girl begged. Julia was in-character, her cheeks flushed red with arousal from being manhandled. She nodded up at him and coaxed him to keep going. More, she thought.
Raze cocked his arm back, ready to deliver an incapacitating blow, but Flex Girl desperately caught it at the last moment. Her arms trembled like leaves, holding back the devastating force that would have knocked her unconscious. Raze countered with a blow from his other fist and slammed it into her side. She had no way to block it.
"Gyaaah!" Flex Girl yelped.
Flex Girl recoiled from the hit that cracked into her side, and she clutched her ribs in agony.
The superheroine MILF had mere seconds to look up at her opponent before she found one hand closing around her throat, and the other between her legs. Her cheeks flushed when she realized what he had planned for her.
"Unh! No -- n-not that!" Flex Girl begged him not to but Raze ignored her.
There was a mechanical whir when Raze brought the flexible superheroine up with his objectifying hold, and then slammed her down over his knee with a loud crack.
"Gck-ck!" Flex Girl croaked from the jarring lash of pain that flashed up her spine. Julia arched her back erotically with an agonizing moan fleeing her lips. Raze didn't stop there. He gave her two breaths before he did it again, this time with more force.
"UNNH!" Julia let out a strangled cry and melted over his knee. Flex Girl let her legs fall open with a whimpering sigh of defeat, but her flexibility wasn't truly tested until his grip began to thrust her down even further.
"N-no...n-no d-don't!" her voice pitched and then faltered when he tested the limits of her flexibility until she was completely contorted over his knee at a near impossible angle. They had practiced this off-camera multiple times -- with Julia demanding Ben push the envelope of the hold. Between her legs, his palm was clamped tightly over her mound, his fingers clawed into her pussy. At her neck, Ben had the heel of his hand angled into the underside of her chin and throat, and she was completely at his mercy.
And Julia was wet.
Ben wanted to stop right there and fuck the life out of her, film be damned. The girth between his legs pulsed hungrily for his mother's wet pussy. There was a pause as Raze held Flex Girl in that contorted pose, before he finally spoke.
The distorted voice of Raze gave Julia goosebumps, "You would think after all of the times you've challenged me that you would learn. I should have finished you off the first time you confronted me but... then we wouldn't have all this fun."
Ben loved indulging himself in her body, touching her wherever he pleased. Julia encouraged him to improvise as much as he saw fit -- so he did. His fingers dug into her meaty thighs and her flesh bulged around his crushing digits.
Flex Girl whimpered and twisted her body desperately. Ben brought his mother's mecidiyeköy escort (https://sislioto.com/) supple leg upward and forced her toes to a point. Sweat dotted her bare skin and he could smell the feminine scent of her body and bath oils heavy in the air. The clawed tips of his gloves rolled the edge of her legging and pulled the material taut, until it started to give way and slide down one leg.
Julia whimpered but Ben's other hand clasped over her mouth. "Mmmmph!" she whined through the handgag. In her struggle, she rolled her shoulders back and forth, her hands grasped his wrist, trying to dislodge from his iron grip. Flex Girl arched her bruised back and fought all she could to break free, but she was helpless.
Her leggings were damp with sweat. When Ben pulled the material free of her arched foot, Julia felt the air rush over her slick skin.
"Mnnh!" she squealed into his hand.
"Shhh," Raze said with a rumble. His grip over her mouth tightened and Flex Girl grunted in frustration.
Ben manipulated her shapely leg and foot in view of the camera. He wondered how many viewers would replay just this part over and over.
His mother had gorgeous feet. Her toes were perfectly proportioned, and her soles were soft and meaty. The pink hue of her sole contrasted with the discoloring of dust that spattered along the pads of her toes and her heel. The arch of her foot was spotless where the legging had crossed under it, but now it was pale and exposed.
The camera in the helmet had a closeup of her dirty sole, and Ben pressed the glass shell of his visor against the underside of her arched foot. The moment the supple, warm flesh of her foot pressed against the cold of the glass, her sole wrinkled tightly against it.
"Hnnnh!" Julia shook her head side to side and whimpered against the hand clasped over her mouth. Despite her attempts to pull her foot free, Raze held fast and drank in the sight of her bare skin. The perverse view continued until his lust for humiliation was abated. Her foot tensed and pointed, and then relaxed in his hold.
Raze released her and Flex Girl whipped her head to the side and cursed her nemesis. "You bastard," she spat. "you perverted f-"
Her verbal assault was silenced when she found his hand back around her throat, and her air cut off. Flex Girl gazed back at him with wide eyes and panic.
"Gck...ck...ack!" Her words were incomplete and unintelligible.
Another power struggle ensued, with Flex Girl's bare feet skidding along the dirty floor. Her lungs gasped for air that would not come. The hold on her throat tightened, Ben watched his mother carefully for signs to stop. A flush blossomed across her cheeks from the asphyxiation. Her feet streaked and stuttered wetly against the smooth cement.
Oh God -- Ben, Julia thought. I can't breathe, oh fuck! Squeeze... harder!
Flex Girl reached up and palmed the glass that stared back at her facelessly. Her eyes searched through the translucent dark, seeking the eyes of her nemesis. She had never seen his face -- not once. As black dots started to fill her vision, she pushed at the edge of the glass, trying to dislodge it from his face.
"Gck...st-stop!" She managed to squeak out from her gaping mouth. Her other hand slapped and pulled at his wrist. One of her legs kicked out straight out in front of her, her toes pointed and trembling. Flex Girl was desperate, it was becoming harder to remain conscious and if she went under, she didn't know if she was coming back for another fight.
Her eyes focused on the mechanical silhouette of Raze and the tendrils that lashed out from the back of his mask. In a fleeting moment of desperation, she saw a black cable that connected underneath the rim of the glass shell and pulled it from its socket. There was a spark and red lines of warning poured across his visor.
Raze snarled in anger, his voice further distorted and unrecognizable. The clawed hand around her throat relaxed and Flex Girl felt a rush of air flood back into her lungs. She gasped. Her adversary sought out the dislodged cable of his suit and staggered backwards. Flex Girl struggled on all fours, and inhaled precious oxygen.
After Raze reconnected the receptor, he rose ominously and advanced on her with indignant rage guiding his motions. In an act of desperation, Flex Girl twisted her body upwards as he reached her and clamped her legs around him. Ben felt his mother roll her weight against him and then found her thighs trapped tightly around his protected throat.
"Urgh!" Raze exhaled sharply and brought his arms up and around her bare legs. For the first few seconds, Ben thought he could twist out of her grip by leveraging his position over her. The more he fought, the more he realized that it would not be that easy. Ben felt even more turned on, the glass of his headgear started to fog up, and he growled at Flex Girl from the raw exertion of their struggle. Raze dropped to one knee.
Ben had to admit, the work his mother had put into honing her character, and her body istanbul escort (https://vipsevgilim.com/) was pushing their content to the next level. Raze had an advantage with his protective armor, whereas Flex Girl wore little to protect her soft skin -- but it didn't help him here. Julia felt his clawed fist slam into her thigh and a strained cry escaped her lips. Then another, and another. He attacked her legs with vengeance, doing anything he could to dislodge her curves from around his neck.
The imprisoning hold of her thighs relaxed just enough for Raze to pushback and rise again, but Flex Girl redoubled her efforts and twisted hard. With Raze rising up, her body lifted from the floor with only her shoulders flush. "Nnnngh!" she groaned. "N-not... this time, Raze!"
Julia put her flexibility and strength to practice and pushed up with her arms. Her body arched into a handstand, and she gyrated her hips to the side. Using her thighs to apply pressure, she started to crush through his armor. Her toes splayed, her feet arched, and her legs trembled erratically.
"A-a-almost," Flex Girl panted, the sweat running down her face and thighs, "just go down already!"
Raze grunted in frustration, delivering another strike to her thigh, and coaxing out an agonized moan from her lips. He was sure he'd bruised her, but he'd get scolded if he ruined the shot now. Julia took this very seriously.
Then Ben was forced to give in.
Raze dropped back down to one knee, his arms beat against her thighs but the strikes were weaker this time. The metal armor that covered his legs screeched against the cement floor. He dropped to his other knee and his arm raised for another strike but it faltered and fell to his side.
"Flex..." he rasped, his distorted voice distant and pained, "...Girl...!"
Raze slumped down with his head tilted forward. Flex Girl squeezed her thighs tighter for another minute before she let out a cry of desperation and panicked victory. Her sweaty, bare thighs peeled wetly from around his glass shell He'd have to edit in a crack in the glass later in post. A blinking red light flickered across the visor one final time, before it went dark.
Julia panted heavily, her breathing rapid and her body drenched in sweat. Her eyes were clenched shut and a smile of satisfaction and exhaustion spread across her face.
"I-I... I'm sorry Raze -- you had to be stopped," she whispered remorsefully between breaths. "I had no choice." Julia drew in her legs across her chest, her toes curled into the floor.
Julia watched her son in his heavy, dark suit and felt darkly amused and aroused with how the scene had played out. Flex Girl wiped the sweat from her brow and turned onto her side. When she rose to her bare feet, the first few steps were staggered and weakened. Her thighs were completely spent.
Flex Girl turned and pressed two of her fingers to her soft lips and then delivered her kiss goodbye to the visor of her fallen nemesis.
After she found her discarded legging, she left the studio through the back door.
When it clicked shut, there was a desolate silence in the room. The camera still filmed.
And then one of Raze's fingers twitched.
"System Rebuild," the voice from the mask spoke in monotone. "Begin reconstructing host."
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On the way home from the studio, the sexual tension between them hung heavily in the air. She left her costume on at his request and put herself on display in the passenger seat while he drove them home. Julia made a show of pulling off her other legging and rested her dusty soles on the dashboard. Ben was forced to keep his eyes focused and forward, while stealing ravenous glances at his mother's thick thighs.
"Eyes on the road tiger," she whispered naughtily.
"The moment we get home--" Ben started with a grin on his face. He had shed most of his armor and wore just the black underlayer which outlined his toned silhouette. It was too hot, and too impractical to wear it more than he had to.
"--What's going to happen to me?" Julia interrupted. His mother rubbed her knees together sexily, the meaty flesh of her thighs hissed softly against each other. "Is something going to happen to Flex Girl? Hmm?"
Raze was not yet down and out.
Ben remained quiet. His thoughts were hooked on the phrasing his mother used. '-What's going to happen to me?' as if Julia was the one facing the retribution of Flex Girl's nemesis, not the superheroine herself. It had always been Julia in the role of Flex Girl, but in his horny frame of mind the idea of Julia being attacked by Raze -- not Flex Girl, but his actual mother -- that caused his cock to harden and throb like never before.
Anxiety twisted in his stomach at the perverse thoughts his imagination conjured up. Why was that so hot? Ben tried to reason with himself that it was because they hadn't had sex in almost a week, and he was just that pent up. Ben was spending long hours editing and organizing content on the site, and it was easy to lose track of time. It was the idea of his mother in actual peril that he found arousing. He didn't want her to get hurt, but the fantasy of his sexy, barefoot mom in compromising situations where she had to escape danger -- that taboo existed on the fringes of his perverse thoughts about her.