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Ultramom and Ultraboy | spurius | 17

 

Ultraboy slowly slid his unconscious Ultramilf off him, moaning slightly to himself as his softening cock slid from her tight, if cum-filled pussy. She was passed out, insensate from the unexpected and rare pleasure. With her mind unable to summon a vision of anyone but Ultraboy when she was aroused, she hadn't fingered herself in months, guilt, now overcome had trumped lust, until now.

In the same period, Ultraboy had been jerking his cock a couple of times a day. Though Ultramom had greater physical stamina, her sexual stamina was pathetic. She didn't even twitch as cum dribbled out of her. Ultraboy walked to the window, opened it, without moving the curtains and spoke in a normal voice. "Do come in, Ultimamom."

He was sure she was outside, his understanding of Mindmaster's machine was such that he was sure she wouldn't have been able to resist listening in on Ultraboy fucking his mother.

He was right. Ultimamom swooped through the window, her blue spandex rumpled from where her hand had been shoved inside her costume to permit her to frig herself to an orgasm, which Ultraboy could still see the remnants of on her hand and her face.

The superhero grabbed her by the shoulder and pushed her to her knees. "Clean me, then her. You could consider it penance, if not for the fact that I think you'll have cum just from tasting our combined...juices." He snapped.

Ultimamom glared up at him, but did not rise. Pride and lust warring in her eyes. "I didn't swear to obey you." She snapped, with a disdainful and lustful glare at the naked and hard fucked Ultramom.

"No, but if you ever want to get your hands consensually on me, or Ultramom, then you'll do what I say and I think we both know that you want that. A lot." His voice rumbled low in his throat as he was grateful for the programming he'd put in Mindmaster's machine, almost as grateful as he was for the side-effect he'd known nothing about and couldn't correct, though that did raise questions about what he could, morally, do with Ultimagirl once he had her in his--

Thought stopped as Ultimamom buried his softening cock in her throat in a single gulping movement. His hands buried themselves in silken dyed blonde hair, though he let her set her own pace. The mixed flavors of her worst enemies were on his cock and set her libido even more afire than the sound of them fucking had.

"You can finger yourself." He said, with as much control as he could manage.

Both her hands vanished into her spandex through one of the holes ripped in her costume by their fight and then into her own sopping holes. He could hear her fingers squelching in her cunt, even over the sound of her fucking his cock with her throat.

Ultraboy hardened in her throat. "In fact, I insist on it. I want you to cum when I do, my dear, dear, second mother..."

She shuddered as if he'd shoved a vibrator directly against her clit and the moan set her throat vibrating against his cock in a similarly pleasant fashion.

"You know, I used to jerk off to you, Ultimamom, partly because of how damn hot you are and partly because you're basically my mother and I couldn't do that, until..."

She pulled back and smiled shyly up at him, "She became your Ultramilf?"

Ultraboy grabbed her by her hair and lifted her off her feet. "That's my word." He shoved her onto the bed. "Clean her pussy, you lick her until she cums. And don't you dare cum until I say you can."

Pride was subsumed by lust and her dyed blonde head buried itself between the slack, but powerful legs of her archenemy and she busily lapped up Ultraboy's and Ultramom's mixed cum.

Ultraboy reaced down and ripped the spandex off her crotch, bringing her neatly trimmed pussy into view and releasing the deep, pleasant smell of her arousal into the room. Ultraboy's cock was hard as a rock as her muscular ass twitched at him, but her ass glistened too and it was stretched. Ultraboy realized she must have been fingering her ass as well as her gash, leaving him with more options than he'd expected for fucking, if he chose to fuck his insolent former enemy, perhaps leaving her wanting would be better strategy.

 

To fuck or not to fuck, that is the question, along with what to fuck?


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