#tw.mmlb

"It could be, but I know you, Dick," you reply, grabbing the hand he had snaked around your waist and bringing it to your mouth, kissing his scraped knuckles one by one. He melts into your touch, gluing himself to your back. "However, I will say that I missed you, too, sweetie. It's been too long since you've been home."

"Well at least someone missed me," your son says petulantly. You feel his lips shape into a pout. You'd turn over to kiss it away if he'd let you, but then, you'd be fully awake.

Ah, you think as his words register in your mind, of course, Bruce is being an ass.

"You know how terrible your father is with words, Dick. Believe me when I say that he did miss you while you were away. Besides, you know Alfred and Jason missed you, too."

Dick's other hand curls under you to play with your hip, stroking it softly, his fingers playing with the band of your panties every so often. Heat spreads from your belly down to your cunt. You're not slick yet, but if he keeps teasing you, you will be.

"Well, Alfred actually tells me these things, and Jason doesn't count. He always misses me," Dick responds, as if he doesn't encourage his brother's infatuation with him. He bites over the near-faded marks Bruce gave you the other night, replacing them with his own, like the possessive boy-now-man you know and love. The hand at your waist travels up towards your chest, roughly groping your breast, his thumb and forefinger playing with your nipple.

You squirm at the sensation, letting out quick puffs of breath, and his other hand goes for the remaining breast.

You sigh softly when he lets up on the intensity of his attention, his touch becoming tender once more.

"Mm, I won't apologize for him since he's a big boy, but I suppose I can comfort you. That's what you're looking for, right, sweetheart? A little love from Mama?"

You turn your head back to look at him, and he nods, whining when you grab him by his curls to kiss him. It's sloppy and wet, but it's perfect. Dick is always so eager to kiss you, something Jason picked up from him.

Resigning yourself to not catching any more sleep, you flip over and straddle your baby's hips, and his cock twitches from their confines. You rectify that immediately by pulling them down to free his hard, leaking cock. It's far prettier than your husband's, something you both acknowledge, but not nearly as thick. You place one hand on his firm chest to steady yourself, and his hands instinctively grip your hips. His cock drags against your clothed cunt, an obstacle you forget about, but Dick, the problem-solver he is, merely lets go of you and rips the lace panties apart like a piece of paper. So much for high-end durability, but then again, your boy is quite strong.

You tsk. "Those were for the ones you got me for my birthday this year. I really liked them."

"I'll replace them. I always do." Dick grins, the handsome, infuriating one that sends butterflies fluttering throughout your stomach. How lucky you are that no matter how many times he leaves, he always comes back to you. He latches his hands back on your hips.

You love him dearly. You say so, the declaration comes out easily, and Dick returns it just as quickly and just as fondly. How Bruce is unable to speak three measly words when he feels the emotion behind them so deeply will never cease to amaze you.

You cup your son's cheek, and he rushes up to meet you, expectedly, kissing you enthusiastically. At the same time, you begin to rock your hips against Dick's cock. He moans obscenely into your mouth, and you're no better, doing the same as the tip of his cock slides against your clit.

It continues like this for what feels like an eternity, mouth against mouth and hips to hips as you both relish in the warmth and pleasure the other brings.

When Dick's hips begin to stutter, you know your son won't last much longer. He knows it too because he suddenly whines, "Mama, I'm so close. Please, can I—ah—Mom, please!"

"Just a little bit longer, baby," you reply hoarsely, back arching as the familiar feeling of an impending orgasm rushes through you.

You lean back to ride him in earnest. Your pace quickens into something clumsy, then, and Dick cries beneath you, his nails digging into your hips, and it hurts, but it's the good kind. The pain is enough to send you over the edge with a cry of his name on your lips. He keeps you upright as you ride the waves of pleasure that crash into you, and you're trembling a little when you come back to reality, to Dick sloppily rutting up into your wet folds.

"Oh, baby, you're doing so good for Mama. You're such a good boy—my good boy," you coo, and Dick keens at the praise, and you can recognize how close he is to unraveling

"Mom—Mama, I can't—I'm gonna—"

Before he can disobey you, you order, "Cum for me, baby."

Dick tenses beneath you, cock throbbing against your cunt, and suddenly, hot, thick ropes of cum splatter on your cunt and lower abdomen until eventually they peter out into droplets dripping down his length. He makes a mess, one you'll leave for the morning. Sleep is still within reach, after all, especially after such a great orgasm.

You rub against him, spreading his cum further on both of you, as you press kisses all over his face until he's back with you. It's only when he responds to a kiss you press to his lips that you open your eyes again.

Your boy smiles lazily, eyes drooping as he stares up at you lovingly, and he murmurs, "What a nice welcome home. Thanks, Mom."

"Anytime, sweetheart," you reply quietly, rolling off him to lie beside him. He doesn't move, and you realize that he'll be sleeping with you for the night. Not that you'd ever kick him out, but lately, Dick has been keeping Jason company when he's over, and before that, he thought himself too old for such things. Tonight, Bruce can take over that duty because you're not letting go of Dick tonight. His breaths become deeper as you rearrange him so that his head rests on your chest. It's as you do so that you see your husband leaning against the bathroom doorframe. He's dark-eyed and visibly hard. An aroused shiver goes through you at the sight of him.

"Creeper," you accuse, playing with Dick's hair mindlessly as he pretends to sleep. "You been there long?"

"Long enough," Bruce replies.

"Well, I hope you have some words for your son in the morning," you say pointedly, gently kissing the crown of your son's head. He smells like your shampoo. "Our actions can only do so much in the absence of words."

He begins, "I know, but he—"

"Ah-ah-ah, I don't want to hear about your nighttime life, Bruce. Talk about it with Dick in the morning. I have no quarrel with our son, just as you don't either. You can't just be Batman with him, like I've told you time and time before."

Bruce nods, and you know that a reconciliation will occur in the morning. Unfortunately, it won't be long before your two oldest boys butt heads again. Oh well. At least, Jason doesn't cause problems. He's such a sweet boy, which only means he's going to do something even more drastic than leaving home to form his own team of superheroes when he starts to act out.

"Goodnight, Bruce. Go keep Jason company," you mumble, closing your eyes and snuggling further into Dick.

"I love you," your husband says as he leaves.

"Love you, too. Tell Jason, too."

"I will."

The bedroom door closes, and as you expected, Dick whispers, "Love you, Mom."