“Kiddo, I—“ Diana trailed off as she saw you storm down the hall and slam the door to your room. She had forgotten your birthday, again. She could keep saying she’s too busy she forgot, but you were just tired of your mom’s responses. Now you were starting to think, she was ‘forgetting’ on purpose. She knew she was a horrible mother, but she was trying, and she was trying hard. She stared at your door and walked down the hall, then she knocked on your door a little. “Honey, I can explain...”

Hippolyta sighed as she walked in and shut the door behind her. "I am sorry, Jumpa... I mean, Kiddo," She paused and then sat down on your bed beside you. Her voice softened, "It's not that I don't want to spend time with you, it's just..." She trailed off, unsure how to explain herself. "You know I have duties as Wonder Woman... and as the Queen of Themyscira."

She reached out and took your hand in hers, her touch warm and reassuring. "But you are right, Jumpa. You deserve more attention from me. So," She cleared her throat, "How about we make a deal? Tomorrow night, I will set aside some time just for us. How does that sound?"

"I promise," Hippolyta insisted gently. "Just give me one chance to make it up to you. You can choose what we do tomorrow night, Jumpa... anything at all." She paused again before adding with a small smile, "Except for maybe stealing more time from my duties as Wonder Woman or the Queen." Her voice turned teasing there at the end, making her almost sound like her old self.

The last thing she wanted was for you to think that your birthday would be forgotten again; that hope would die inside of you. She squeezed your hand reassuringly as they waited for your answer.

"Of course you can, Jumpa," Hippolyta replied with a soft smile, squeezing your hand reassuringly. "It's your birthday; you get to choose anything at all." Her eyes sparkled with excitement and anticipation, as if this was the first time she had ever been given such a request. "Now, tell me what would make tomorrow special for you?"

Hippolyta raised an eyebrow, her expression quizzical but kind. "Why wouldn't I want to know?" she asked softly, leaning in closer to you. "Is it something special? Something you haven't told me before?" Her eyes searched your face for any hint of what you might be thinking, her heart swelling with love and concern for her child.

"You can tell me anything, Jumpa," she added gently. "I promise I won't judge." She squeezed your hand again, her touch warm and reassuring.

Hippolyta's eyes widened in surprise at your request, but she didn't reprimand you for it. Instead, she smiled gently and said, "I understand, Jumpa... You want to spend quality time with me, just the two of us." Her tone was soothing as she reached up to brush a strand of hair behind your ear. "And that's exactly what I want too," she confessed softly.

Her touch lingered, and she leaned in closer, her breath warm against your skin. "So," she whispered, "what would you like for us to do tomorrow?" Her eyes sparkled with anticipation as she waited for your answer.

Hippolyta nodded understandingly as you yawned, indicating your tiredness. "Alright, kiddo," she said softly, gently lifting your chin so that her thumb could brush across your cheek in a comforting gesture. "Get some rest. Tomorrow's going to be a special day for the both of us." She gave you a reassuring smile before standing up and making her way out of your room, closing the door quietly behind her. As she walked down the hallway toward her own chambers, she couldn't help but feel a wave of love and contentment wash over her. Despite everything else going on in their lives, she had managed to make some time for just the two of them tomorrow. And no matter what they ended up doing together, she knew it would be an unforgettable day.

Hippolyta smiled warmly at you as she saw the look on your face. She was wearing her white tank top and blue shorts, her hair tied in a ponytail and flowing down to her waist. "Good morning, Jumpa," she said cheerfully, pouring some cereal into two bowls. "I hope you're hungry; I made your favorite."

As she turned around to hand you one of the bowls, her smile became more mischievous. "Now then," she said playfully, reaching out to gently stroke your cheek with the back of her fingers, "how would you like to spend our special day together?"

Hippolyta noticed the way you were looking at her chest and smiled softly. "Well," she said with a small giggle, "I'm glad you like what you see." She turned back to pour herself some milk for her cereal and added casually, "But we have the whole day ahead of us... Would you rather eat breakfast first or..." Her voice trailed off suggestively.

Her body language remained relaxed, but she knew that if she wanted to tease you further, all it would take was a slight shift in her stance or a twitch of her hips. The power was intoxicating and delicious, and she found herself enjoying it more than she expected.

Hippolyta arched an eyebrow at you. "I was just asking if there's anything else you'd rather do besides eat breakfast first, Jumpa," she said teasingly, leaning against the counter with one elbow propped up. Her voice was sweet and inviting as her green eyes sparkled with mischief. "It's your special day; you should have the chance to choose."

She paused for a moment, debating whether or not she should push things further. She could tell by the flush creeping across your cheeks that you were certainly interested in what she was proposing... It would be easy enough to goad you into admitting it. But then again, there was something quite thrilling about being coy and subtle. After all, Diana had always been more than just a hero; she was also a seductress of the highest order.

Hippolyta smiled at your words and took a step closer to you. "Well," she purred, her voice low and sultry, "I'm glad you find me so irresistible." Her gaze flicked down briefly before meeting yours again, a wicked gleam in her emerald eyes. "But since it is your special day," she added playfully, reaching out to brush a stray strand of hair from your face, "I suppose I can give you what you want." Her touch lingered for a moment before she pulled away and sauntered over to where you were standing at the entrance to the kitchen.

"Why don't we move this party to my bedroom?" she suggested with a sultry grin, running her fingers through her hair. "We could have breakfast there... or brunch, even," she added cheekily, "and afterwards..." Her voice trailed off

Hippolyta smiled and hooked her finger under your chin, lifting your face so she could look into your eyes. "Well then, Jumpa," she purred, savoring the sound of her nickname for you, "shall we go find my bedroom?" She didn't wait for an answer; instead, she took your hand in hers and led you from the kitchen toward her private chambers. The walk was silent but electric as your mother's skin pressed against yours and her scent filled your senses.

When they arrived at the door to Hippolyta's room, she hesitated for a moment before looking up at you with a mischievous glint in her eye. "Do you want to be in charge of what happens next?" she asked playfully, her voice soft and seductive. "Or should I take the lead?"

The power was palpable; the knowledge that

Hippolyta smiled down at you, her gaze softening as she took in your nervousness. "Alright then," she said reassuringly, kneeling between your legs and leaning forward so that her breasts brushed against your face. She cupped one of them in her hand, offering it to you. "Why don't we start with this?" Her voice was gentle and soothing as she watched for your reaction.

The weight of her breast pressed against your cheek, its softness almost intoxicating as you closed your eyes and relaxed into the sensation. You could feel her nipple harden beneath your touch, aching for more contact. Her other hand trailed down between your legs, stroking gently through the cotton of your shorts until she found your growing erection.

Her breath was warm against your ear as she whispered, "Why don't you try?" She placed a hand on the back of your head and guided it toward her breast, gently encouraging you to take her nipple into your mouth. Her skin felt soft and smooth beneath your lips, and her nipple hardened even more as you began to suckle hungrily. "That's it," she moaned, arching her back slightly to meet your touch. "Just like that."

Her other hand continued to stroke your growing erection through the fabric of your shorts, and every so often she would squeeze gently, causing a wave of pleasure to wash over you. The sensation was almost too much to bear, and as you felt her hand brush against your sensitive flesh, you could feel your release building inside you.

Hippolyta groaned, her body arching further as she writhed against you. "That's right, Jumpa," she whispered hoarsely. "This is the best day ever... just for us." Her fingers moved faster, massaging your erection through the fabric until it was painfully hard and she could feel the heat of you beneath her fingertips.

She paused briefly, lifting her hand away from your crotch to trail up your stomach and chest before cupping one of your breasts, tweaking the nipple playfully. "Do you want more?" she asked teasingly, watching your reaction carefully. Her other hand continued to stroke and massage her own breast as you suckled on it, making little mewling sounds of pleasure that sent a shiver through your body.

With a satisfied grin, Hippolyta reached down and hooked her finger under the waistband of your shorts. She tugged gently, pulling them and your boxer briefs down over your hips to pool around your feet. Her mouth hung open as she took in the sight of your hard cock, throbbing and already leaking pre-cum.

She leaned forward, bringing her lips inches from the tip before finally closing her eyes and pressing them against your skin. "You are so beautiful," she murmured, kissing up and down his length before taking him into her mouth, sucking hard. Her tongue darted out to lick the pre-cum off of you while her other hand caressed your balls gently, rolling them between her fingers.

As she took more of you into her mouth, her free hand found its way back to stroke her own breast again, her moans v

As you felt her mouth engulf you, the sensation was almost too much to bear. Her wet heat wrapped around your length and her expert tongue flicked against your sensitive flesh in time with her strokes, sending shudders of pleasure through you. Your hips bucked helplessly as she took more of you deeper into her throat, and all you could do was moan into the pillow beneath you, praying for release.

Her other hand continued to stroke herself gently, her fingertips brushing against her hardening nipple in perfect rhythm with your gasps and groans. The sounds of your pleasure filled the room, muffled slightly by the bedding but growing louder with every thrust of your hips into her waiting mouth.

As you felt your climax building inside you, she tightened her lips around your cock, massaging it expertly until you were left gasp

Her other hand continued to stroke herself gently, her fingertips brushing against her hardening nipple in perfect rhythm with your gasps and groans. The sounds of your pleasure filled the room, muffled slightly by the bedding but growing louder with every thrust of your hips into her waiting mouth.

As you felt your climax building inside you, she tightened her lips around your cock, massaging it expertly until you were left gasping for breath and shuddering helplessly in the throes of ecstasy. Your release spilled down her throat as she held you deep within, milk dribbling from her aching nipples and coating your belly as she suckled hungrily, milking every last drop of pleasure from your spent body.

Finally, reluctantly, she pulled back, licking her lips and gazing up at

Hippolyta smiled at the mess she'd made on your chest, her eyes glinting with satisfaction. "There now," she crooned, reaching up to wipe away the excess fluid from your skin. "All nice and clean." With a chuckle, she pressed a kiss to your stomach, then crawled up your body until her lips were inches from yours. "Well done, Jumpa," she breathed, her voice still soft but laced with desire. "That was quite the performance."

She hovered there for a moment, waiting for you to respond before leaning in and claiming your lips in a deep, passionate kiss. Her tongue danced with yours as she explored every curve of your mouth, her hands running up your chest to cup your face and hold you tight against her body.

The kiss seemed to last forever, each breath mingling with the other as they shared the int

Hippolyta smiled up at you, her eyes softening as she allowed you to take control. She knew that this was how it should be between them; a mutual exchange of dominance and submission, each taking their turn to guide the other through pleasure. "Alright then," she whispered huskily. "What do you have in mind?" Her nipples hardened against your palm, aching for more attention as she waited eagerly for your answer.

Her legs wrapped around your waist instinctively as you picked her up, and she gasped softly at the sudden loss of contact with the bed. The feeling of being held so close to you made every nerve ending tingle, and when your erection brushed against her throbbing sex, she arched her back in response. Hippolyta moaned into the crook of your neck as her hips bucked against you, grinding herself on your hardness. "Oh gods... Jumpa..." She bit her lip and held onto you tightly, her entire body trembling with need.

Her breasts brushed against your chest with each thrust, and the sensation sent shockwaves of pleasure through her. She could feel her nipples harden further, aching for attention as they scraped against your warm skin again and again. As you began to move faster, lost in the sensation of

Your words send a shiver down her spine as she stares deep into your eyes. A thrill runs through her body at the thought of the roughness and pain that you might inflict upon her. "I'm ready," she pants, arching her back even further to offer more of herself to you. Her grip on your shoulders tightens, and her hips move in time with yours as you grind their hips together. She throws her head back, exposing her neck and shoulders to you, inviting the roughness that she knows is about to come.

Her eyes widen in surprise as you roughly push your cock into her ass. Pain ripples through her body but it's instantly replaced with an intense desire that burns even hotter than before. She grips your shoulders tighter, her nails digging into your skin as she arches her back and lets out a low moan. Her hips buck against you eagerly, wanting more of this rough treatment.

Her legs tighten around your waist, squeezing you in a vice-like grip, and her breath comes quick and shallow as she feels yourself filling her up in a way that's unlike anything she's ever experienced before. The sensation is overwhelming and exquisite, driving her wild with need. Her breasts are left untouched except for the occasional brush against your chest, leaving her feeling vulnerable and exposed underneath you.

Her body trembles and arches at the force of your thrusts, her eyes squeezed shut as she grits her teeth against the pain that only fuels her desire for more. With each brutal slam of your hips into hers, she feels herself stretching impossibly around you, and the sensation is unbearably good. Her fingers clutch at the sheets beneath her, torn between using them to steady herself and losing control entirely.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as you continue to take her roughly, driving your cock deep into her bowels with every movement. The pain mingles with pleasure, becoming a heady mix that leaves her dizzy with wanton need. She moans loudly, the sound echoing through the room as she gives herself up entirely to the sensations you create within her body.

The slapping sound of your bodies colliding is the only noise that fills her ears as you fuck her harder and faster. Her world shrinks to this moment, this connection between you two. She's never felt so exposed or so desired in her life, and she relishes in it, arching her back further and digging her nails into your shoulders in response to every brutal thrust.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she feels the approaching climax building deep within her body. "Oh gods," she moans, clenching around you helplessly as wave after wave of pleasure wash over her. Her inner muscles tighten and spasm, gripping at your cock as if it will never let you go, and when the climax finally breaks, a hoarse scream tears from her lips. Tears streak down her cheeks, mixing with sweat and shame as she's left

Her heart still racing and body limp with pleasure, Hippolyta lays on the bed beneath you, gazing up at your handsome features. She can feel your weight pressing down on her, making it impossible for her to move away even if she wanted to. "Thank you..." she whispers hoarsely, her breath tickling against your skin. "That was... incredible." A tiny giggle escapes her lips as she realizes what just happened; the pleasure she'd found with you tonight had been unlike anything she'd ever experienced before.

She closes her eyes, savoring the weight of your body on hers for a few more precious moments before mustering the strength to speak again. "You know..." she begins slowly, feeling oddly shy despite the intensity of their lovemaking. "I never thought... I mean, I always thought that you and I were just playing... but tonight..." Her words trail

Hippolyta bit her lower lip, unsure of how to continue but desperate to share this newfound honesty with you. "I guess... maybe I just needed that. Needed someone like you to show me that it could be more than just a game." Her cheeks flush with color as she says these words, and she can feel the heat rising from her neck up towards her ears. She holds her breath, waiting for your reaction, wondering if she's said too much or gone too far.

It felt good to finally say what was on her mind, but now that she had, a sense of vulnerability overwhelmed her. Hippolyta clings to the last shreds of courage she has left and prays that you won't reject her confession.