A happy ending...

Ultraboy awoke atop his mother, her eyes were open, staring at him lovingly, her cunt still plugged with his cock and they both smiled at the same time. “You were right, in everything you said last night.” Ultramom said.

“So were you,” Ultraboy admitted. They rose together, showered together, slowly exploring each other’s bodies before they got back to work. Powered by Ultramom’s milk, they were even more powerful and effective than ever before. Though the fact that they were working together and getting laid regularly, may also have had an effect.

As time passed and Ultramom’s breasts and belly grew, she stepped back and Ultraboy stepped forward, becoming Ultraman, hero of the city. After Ultimamom and Ultimagirl broke out of prison and **** a bus full of nuns before Ultraman could intervene he applied for and got permission to run a secret prison restraining supervillains.

After the Ultimabitches were chained into their milkers, they were no longer problems. And soon Bluder Baby Formula was the highest end baby formula available, mother’s milk, literally. Few male supervillains were ever sent there, Ultraman made sure of that and those that were he dealt with…efficiently.

By the time Ultramom gave birth, Ultraman had established himself as the hero of the city and after she recovered she took over training the next generation of heroes, both those who were born of her body and those who weren’t. Every few months she would spend a day in the milker, producing their next supply of power-up juice. Sometimes Ultraman was busy, but he always tried to be there, so she didn’t have to make due with a mere dildo and vibrator, when it could be his cock, hands and tongue that drove her to endless orgasms.

It wasn’t all sunbeams and ponies however, keeping their secret was difficult, and occasionally one of their fellows figured things out. Other problems arose as well.

There was the time gorgeous alien amazons invaded, attempting to conquer the world, then there was the power-outage at the milking facility, the time a member of the younger generation of superheroines found out about him and Ultramom, and the time such a woman found out about his secret prison. There were tabloids always after his private life and there was the impossible task of keeping the world safe from all the absurd and beautiful threats he came across, a surprising number of which could to be fucked into submission.

And through it all, Ultramom, who had long ago become known as Ultrawoman was at his side, in his bed and in his milk…

The End (but if you want to read one of the above stories, or something else about Ultraman’s later adventures, let me know in the comments and I’ll see what I can do).