Supervillain Idol System: My Sidekick Is A Yandere

Don took a moment to catch his breath before looking down at Samantha and giving a weak nod.

"Yea, that felt great. Like… all the irritation I was feeling there just poured out as I climaxed." Don explained, genuinely feeling something similar to that.

He had never experienced a tit-job before and though it wasn't as explicit as the ones he had seen before in porn, it was definitely a new and wonderful experience.

Samantha smiled warmly and lifted her breasts off his cock before replying, "you definitely poured it all out…"

Don rubbed the back of his neck and chuckled a bit awkwardly. "Sorry mom, I guess I got a little too into it."

Now that it was over and Don displayed genuine relief, Samantha was incredibly pleased with herself and didn't at all mind that she had her son's spunk all over her chest.

"It's alright Donnie, you did warn me. Let me just wipe myself down and we'll finish massaging your legs." Samantha reached for a larger towel hanging by a nearby rack and quickly used it to wipe the cum off of her body.

But as she was doing this, she discreetly allowed herself to lick up some that had landed on her lower lip. 'So that's what semen tastes like…' she noted before finishing up and tossing the towel back on the floor.

"Alright, now please stand again so we can finish."

….

For the next minutes that followed, Samantha proceeded to massage Don's legs, the back and front, same for his feet and even his glutes.

"There, all done," she said happily as she pulled away from him. "How do you feel now?"

Don, who currently had his back turned toward her again while standing, turned around to face her while stretching his hands.

He gave her an approving nod as he answered, "much better than before. I guess you were right. Sorry for being stubborn, I just got so used to dealing with things on my own that I'm still kind of getting used to allowing others to help. I won't argue if there's a next time."

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Samantha, who already had a small smile on her face, smiled even more with her usual warmth. As much as it pained her to hear that he had gotten used to doing things alone, she felt this entire situation had helped steer him away from that mindset.

"I wish I could say make sure it doesn't happen again but I know the life of a superhero is dangerous. Just promise me you'll be careful and if you're ever hurt, you'll tell me, okay?" She asked while squeezing out the towel a final time before standing up from the tub as well.

"I will. And uh…" Don trailed off, rubbing his neck while looking down as if he had something to ask but was struggling to say it.

Samantha picked up on this and interpreted it that way. "Go on Donnie, you don't need to be hesitant," she urged and comforted at the same time.

She herself didn't realize it but this experience brought her a sense of satisfaction because it made her feel like she was fulfilling her duties as a mother to her son, whom she felt she had failed before.

'Well, it's all of nothing.' Don raised his head to look at her before saying, "I guess you're right. I was going to ask if… uhm, you'd be okay with helping me with my other problem again and uh… maybe teaching me about girls and women in that regard…?"

Between the way Don spoke and his particular choice of words, Samantha was absolutely sold on his act.

To her, this was her insecure child, whom she thought she would never reconnect with, asking for help on such a sensitive subject. Which most other young men his age would never bring up with own parents.

Saying she felt happy would have been an understatement. And Don himself didn't know the full extent to which his words brought her joy.

Samantha didn't hesitate to nod at the request, not even thinking about what it entailed. "Of course, sweetie. Like I said, whatever it is you need, you can come to me and ask, alright?"

Don didn't take her words literally and knew that she herself likely couldn't imagine what he was truly suggesting at.

'She's really an amazing woman and I feel bad for lying like this, but… to get her to see me as something more than just her son, I'll need to bridge the gap for intimacy.'

Being a capable potential ally aside, Samantha was genuinely someone Don considered to be wife material. And now, with him growing genuine interest in her everyday, he felt the need to work toward getting closer to her more.

"Alright mom, I will." Don smiled back and chose to end here for today.

It was enough that he got this intimate with her and set the stage for more such situations. He just had to very careful as to how he approached them early on.

Without thinking too much on the possibilities, Don took the liberty of stepping out of the tub first.

It was always a good idea to end things on a high note and he felt this was it.

Unlike him, Samantha stayed in the tub. "Have a goodnight sweetie, I think I'll soak here for a little longer before hitting the hay."

Do walked to where he had left his clothes before turning back at her to nod. "You too mom, I'll see you in the morning."

After saying this, he quickly got dressed while Samantha reached to shelf above the tub and picked out a scented candle.

Don simply let himself out of the bathroom after getting dressed and closed the door behind him with a subtle *click~*.

Once back in the master bedroom, he heaved a silent sigh and took a deep breath. He yet again had quite the day in this new world.

Fighting some weird alien plant cult, strengthening a friendship, unlocking a new power and the absolute highlight… getting a tit-job from his own mother.

As dangerous as this world was proving to be, Don was really starting to love it. 'I don't think I'll be able to sleep quickly after all that. I'm already thinking about what to do next with her…'

Don sighed and shook of these thoughts. As wonderful as the pleasure was, he couldn't grow complacent and had to keep his head on a swivel.

He smiled to himself and walked toward the door to make his exit while thinking, 'all in due time I guess.'

…

Meanwhile, back in the bathroom, Samantha had lit a scented candle and rested it on the edge of the tub while relaxing in the water.

She lifted her hands toward her breasts as the image of Don thrusting his cock between them resurfaced in her mind.

'I wonder if the next time he needs help he'll want to do that again. But what do I do if he asks for more…? He is a curious young man after all. Oh Samantha… what have you gotten yourself into?' She wondered as she lightly traced circles on her own breasts, already imagining possible scenarios she might find herself in with Don.

And as much as she didn't want to admit it. A part of her looked forward to it.