BATMAN’S COOKIES

BATMAN’S COOKIES

Josh never felt the bullet enter his skull. Eighteen years of life ending in an instant.
Batman would have to survive without him.

“Mmmmmm,” a gentle moan came from Mrs. James as Josh pulled on her labia, rolling
it gently between his thumb and forefinger. Her musk hit him like smelling salts, sending
blood rushing to his dick.
“Mmmmm, yeaah.” her hips were beginning to move, her sphincter puckering as she worked
her kegel muscles. Josh, kneeling on a pillow at the foot of the bed, was taking it all
in. Every twitch and shudder had meaning, telling him exactly what she wanted. But he wasn’t
going to give it to her – not until she suffered sufficiently. Sandra James had to pay for
her transgression.

“Sweetie, I’ve had two children. I’m afraid I’m a little loose down there. You wouldn’t enjoy
it.”
Did she think he was an idiot?
“Your dick is too small. I won’t enjoy it,” is what she was really saying. But Josh wasn’t
about to turn down regular blow jobs, especially from a milf as hot as his next door neighbor.
Hell, eight months ago he would have been happy with a glimpse of her titties. Now, his head
was buried between her thighs. He had come a long way.

Josh allowed Mrs. James to settle into a rhythm. He rolled her labia until she contracted, then
stopped until she relaxed, then he rolled it again. He allowed her to jerk off like that – up to a
point. When she got right to the edge he removed his hand.

“Let’s try something else.”

“Jossssh,” she protested,giggling.
“Shhh!” Josh admonished, putting his index finger to his lips.
He listened for his brother who was in Mrs. James’ den watching cartoons. It was only a feigned
concern, an earthquake wouldn’t shake Jerrod from Saturday morning cartoons. It was all an act to
torment Mrs. James. Eight months of licking and smelling a pussy he couldn’t fuck had made Josh
an angry young man. He was using every trick in the book – and then some, tying Mrs.James into
a tightly wound jumble of frustration. She picked the wrong boy-toy to play with. Josh was an
overachiever.

“Oooooh,” she cooed as she felt Josh’s breath moving closer to her clit – but fall just
short of promise.
“C’mon, Josh,” she begged as she grabbed the back of his head.
Josh fought her just enough before allowing his tongue to send shudders throughout her body.
She arched her hips to grind her clit on his tongue. But he made her work for it, forcing
her to hold his head and wrap her legs around his shoulders to hold him place.. And just as she
was almost there – Josh jerked his head away.

“Let’s try somthing else.”

“Josh!” she hissed in a stage whisper.
He had her almost where he wanted her.
Josh took his index and middle fingers and pushed them slowly deep into Mrs. James pussy,
just below the cervix and pressed, then waited for her body to respond. As her pussy clenched, and
then relaxed, Josh followed her rhythm, using the strength of his wrist and forearm to apply
pressure.
It was time.
Josh brought his two fingers up to her G-spot, and his tongue to her clit, and
rubbed and licked rapidly until Mrs. James was just about to explode — “Batman!” he shouted as
he stood.
“Robiiin!” a voice sounded from the den.
“No!” Mrs James shouted rushing to cover herself.
“What, you think you’re too good for my brother?” Josh asked.
“It’s not right,” she protested.
A six-foot two muscular figure entered the room in a Batman mask, tattered cape, t-shirt and gym
sweats.
“What’s not right, that he’s retarded? I agree. He can’t help how he was born. But you’re going
to do this.”
“No I’m not!”
“Don’t fight!” Batman pleaded. “Hug and make up.”
“You ARE going to do this, or you and I are through,” Josh said to Mrs. James.
“What’s today’s special, Batman?!” Josh commanded.
Batman dropped his sweats and tighty whiteys in one motion, exposing an abnominally large cock.
“Salami. Two dollars a pound,” he answered.

“What’s today’s special?” Josh’s father’s voice echoed in his brain as Jerrod exposed himself.
It was a running gag their father never tired of.
“Batman!” his father would shout to entertain his drinking buddies or the whores he brought home.
Jerrod would dutifully come running in his mask, cape and undies.
“What’s today’s special?”
“Salami. Two dollars a pound,” Jerrod would answer after he dropped his undies.
After the shrieks and laughter died down, his father would start bragging about how big dicks
ran in the family.
It was obviously a blessing that skipped over Josh, and he was reminded of it every time he saw
his brother’s massive tool.

“Get on with it,” Josh commanded, and watched as Mrs. James knelt before Jerrod.
Josh was enjoying the moment. He watched as the look of terror mixed with panic spread across
Mrs. James’ face.
“Yeah, bitch, you needed a dick big enough for you to feel something?” he thought. “Well, I got you
one. You’re welcome.”
“She has information on the Joker, Batman,” Josh whispered into Jerrod’s ear. “Let her play with
the salami until she talks.”

Josh and Jerrod were fraternal twins, but any chance they had of growing up normally died
in the womb. Josh was fuzzy on the details, but he was told his mother, while pregnant with them,
was exposed to some toxic chemicals in an industrial accident. It left her with a debilitating
illness, and Jerrod severely retarded. An insurance settlement provided for Jerrod, and set
aside a college fund for Josh, but it was of little help to their mother. She died before
their ninth birthday.

“Quit stalling,” Josh commanded. Mrs. James was working Jerrod over good, her tongue and hands
racing up and down his saliva soaked shaft. She was clearly hoping to finish Jerrod off with
a blow job. Josh wasn’t having it.
“Here,” he said handing her a condom. She was getting fucked, and that was that.
The fear widening her eyes was giving Josh an erection. Jerrod was going to split her good.

“Gently, sweetheart,” Josh’s mother said softly. She was teaching him how bathe his brother.
Josh had been learning responsibility from the time he could walk. His mother counted on his help
in cooking, washing, cleaning, and later administering her medication. After she died, the responsibility
for taking care of his brother fell squarely to him. He felt like he was carrying the weight of the world
on his shoulders.

“Gently, Batman,” Josh whispered in his brother’s ear as he guided him into Ms. James.
He could hear Ms. James gasp. He slowly nudged his brother into quicker pace.
“Mmmmmmm,” within minutes Mrs. James was moaning like a trailer park skank, digging her nails
into Jerrod’s back and wrapping her legs around him, drawing him in.
“Batman, there’s cookies when you finish,” Josh whispered into his ear.

Batman and cookies. Josh needed the two to control Jerrod. Physically he was no match for his
brother. Even though they both inherited the sleek dancer physique of their mother, Jerrod
also inherited the big hands and brute strength of their father – not to mention his dick. He also
had a freakishly high tolerance for pain, enabling him to do push-ups, sit-ups, and squats
all day. By the time they were twelve, Jerrod could toss Josh around like a rag doll.

Jerrod started pumping furiously, but instead of Josh seeing the pain he was anticipating,
Mrs. James was shaking from head to toe with pleasure. And Jerrod showed no signs of slowing down.
“Jesus!” he thought. Jerrod was a regular machine. Who knew?
“Okay, Batman, I’ll take it from here,” Josh said as lifted him off Mrs. James.
“I’ll have my cookies now,” Jerrod said.
“Soon as I finish the interrogation.”
Josh chuckled to himself as he watched Jerrod’s hog swing between his legs. It made him think
of his father’s first love.

Walter McMann’s dick was his pride and joy, and it commanded a wide berth in the McMann household.
Saturday mornings he walked it around the house like a prized pet, bathing it in the sunshine.