The Samaritan flew through the air at almost supersonic speeds. His black gloved hand outstretch in front of him and his opposing knee bent ever so slightly. After all this was the pose that the paparazzi seemed to like the best when he was flying into action. His dark red unitard and bold black and white chest bound 'S' insignia contrasted well and always looked great on the front page of the local newspaper.<br/><br/>He careened in a wide arc, banking down toward the massive monster. The creature was huge, as tall as a 4 story building his was wreaking havoc on the city below. The Samaritan swooped in, smashing the beast with a flying uppercut. The surface area wasn't that large in comparison to the beast's size and the Samaritan's unbelievable strength, It caused his arm to explode up through its skin and up into its mouth.<br/><br/>The giant beast tried to roar but the immensely strong Samaritan held firm to the beast's tongue and it could only manage a pained whimper. His iron like grip bursting the organ with ease. Gallons of green blood poured out of it's mouth as it squirmed in pain. The fluid poured down on our hero as he struggles to get the beast under control.<br/><br/>"You can tell Professor Insano that the Samaritan will always be here to thwart his dastardly plans, Monster!" The Samaritan repeats the line his PR agent had him rehearse. It is then that the monster uses it's giant claws to try and dig out the biting pain that is ripping at it's under jaw. Claws the length of cars come up and shred at the invincible superhero.<br/><br/>"You have to try harder than that!" He exclaims without and real excitement in his voice, but he knows that cameras are watching and doesn't want to let publicist down.<br/><br/>With his free hand the Samaritan reaches up and grasps the monster's jaw bone for leverage, once he starts pulling downward the tongue pulls back through the hole and tears free from it's throat. His makeshift weapon in hand he sets to beating the monster about the head and neck with its own tongue.<br/><br/>It reels backward, thrashing and carrying on, until it collides with the office building behind it. The structure falters, quakes and then starts to collapse, the innocent cowering civilians inside scream in despair as the building collapses under the monster's weight. The Samaritan barely bats an eye, as it appears to him, mortals aren't very durable.<br/><br/>"OOOh NO YOU DON'T!" He declares, but the damage is already done, He lifts the behemoth beast into the air and soars skyward. As they fly upward they strike a passenger 747 and knock the plane's wing off. The Samaritan is too focused on the task at hand to worry about a hundred or so people, he as real work to do. He flies the beast up to a few thousand feet and then reverses his direction. This time though he manages to hit the already crashing plane and disintegrate it with the beast's flesh. burning jet fuel and dead passengers cover the both of them as they plummet back to earth.<br/><br/>He brings the mammoth tonnage back down to the ground at hundreds of mile per hour, collapsing atleast 6 other buildings. The spectacle  is both horrifying and mesmerizing to the common folk below. 'He is both our savoir and he is our destroyer' They think to themselves during the travesty.<br/><br/>Out of the smoke came the tattered and monster blood stained dark red costume of the Invincible Samaritan and him alone. The crowd cheered even though so many had lost their lives, all they could get enough of was "The Samaritan!" He stayed several minutes allowing for photographers to snap their digital fodder for tomorrows news. Then the Samaritan tore through the air back toward his fortress of 'privacy' as fans cheered him on.<br/><br/>He landed only minutes later, although thousand of miles he'd traveled. The 'sanctuary' was hidden in a pacific island volcano, it was an unnoticed place and he enjoyed his time here as it was one of the few places that the only<span style="font-weight: bold">son of Captain Supreme and Lady Aryan</span>could relax. Though the term 'relax' was relative, as anytime he returned he had to deal with his promotional team. They flogged him immediately. "great job Sam!" "Nice usage of approved lingo!" another said. He waved them off and made his way toward his private chambers.<br/><br/><br/>He strode in and unzipped the tattered uniform, this stuff was supposed to withstand a lot more than that small skirmish. He pulled the tag out and as it turned out they were outsourcing his costumes to China now. He tossed it aside and made his way toward his personal shower room. He cranked the hot water, what would normally scald a man wouldn't even faze him.  He reached up and placed his hand on the wall for support as the boiling water rushed over him. The room filled with boiling steam and he huffed from exhaustion.<br/><br/>"Where have you been my son?" A voice asked and an incredibly strong hand grasp his buttocks.<br/><br/><br/>The Samaritan jumped, very few could sneak up on a man with such powerful sensory control, but he knew the voice well it was indeed his own mother and her grip was unmissable.<br/><br/>"Good lord mother....you startled me, I just finished fighting anther one of Doctor Insano' fiends, you're lucky I didn't smash you." He answered, not bothering to remove her groping hand. He returned to stroking his hair in the intensely hot water.<br/><br/>"Hard day?" she asked moving her hand up onto his balls and massaging them handily.  He sighed again but made no move to stop her, but he remembered familiar feeling of something pressing against the back of his thigh.<br/><br/>"Mother I have told you many times, just because you do not age doesn't mean it's appropriate for us to carry on relations. You are a classic hero and I don't want your reputation sullied further. " He said leaning heavily against the shower wall, but still not stopping his mother's advances.<br/><br/>"My Reputation has been sullied enough, I was the world's greatest female heroine until those bastards in the 80's decided to reveal my secret!" She exclaimed, her voice raised passionately as did her fingers into his ass.<br/><br/>He groaned, and the ceramic tile crumbled under his impossible grip.  He swung his head around, his face grimaced in pain and pleasure. "Mother, we aren't mortals, I wish you could get past the fact that mortals don't stand a chance of understanding us or our kind!" He exclaimed, feeling the next nudge from the imposing threat on the back of his thigh.<br/><br/>"I can not help that your father was the only man strong enough to except my warrior goddess self, He could see past the fact that I was created with the body of a supermodel and the cock of a porn star. These are the last of my concerns. My only concern now is that these picky mortals feel the wrath of the Old Gods so they start respecting us again. If your father wasn't an aged senile fuck, he'd stand with me today, but as it stands I don't have an option. He is so old that he shits his costume anytime he puts it on, and You, my son are the only thing I have now!" She said, monologueing like a supervillian more than a retired heroine.<br/><br/>The Samaritan turned, facing the woman that Angelina Joliee tried to mimic. Yes she was his mother, and yes that was deemed wrong by the mortals but still she was so desirable. After all wasn't it the PR team's job to take care of such messy media problems. His amazing penis rose to attention and so did hers.<br/><br/>"Do me the favor of pleasuring me first, I've had a dreadfully long day." She said with the most devious smiles on her face. She pushed the immoveable man's head down and let him take care of business first. "Good boy!" she exclaimed as he pleasured her nethers.