Eat. Food, you dirty birds.

When he started to get cold lying on the floor, despite the woman nestled against his nakedness, he kissed her on the cheek, whispered that he loved her and rose, Brenda rose with him and straightened herself up, retrieving her panties and putting them on, along with her heels, which she'd been knocked out of by their wild fucking.

"Can you get her cleaned up, dressed and ready for dinner?" He asked, waving a hand at the sweaty naked Ultimamom.

She made a face.

"Feel free to have some fun with your new...sister." He said.

This time she smiled and nodded.

"Good, then we'll have a nice dinner for you to meet my fiancé."

She chuckled. "Naughty boy."

He hugged her tight, hand on her firm ass and pulling her tight against his nakedness and kissed full lips hard, driving his tongue into her as thoroughly as he had driven his cock into her pussy. "You have no idea, Mommy."

She shuddered against him and when he let her go, her legs wobbled, though whether from the orgasm, or the word, he wasn't sure. He smiled and took the stairs two at a time, heading, still naked for the kitchen where Ultimagirl/Shelby was cooking. He walked in and saw that Ultimagirl was now Shelby, dressed in his mother's oldest and most modest clothes. A long skirt that fell below the knees and a loose black sweater that covered her from wrists to neck, black stockings and black shoes with a one inch heel. Her blonde hair fell in ringlets and along with her ivory skin, contrasted remarkably with the stark black of her outfit.

Blue eyes ran over his naked form, bright with lust, moments later her cheeks were bright with humiliation. He dropped a kiss on lips that had spit curses and actual spittle on him in the past. Now she leaned into those lips, kissing him back, as wanton in her own way as Brenda. His naked, soft and cum covered cock pressed against her black skirt, staining it with liquid, white and clear alike.

He let his hands grope her ass for a moment. Her eyes were closed and the flush was now arousal, not embarrassment. When he pulled back, her lips followed him until she was kissing empty air and he smiled at her with surprising affection. "So, what's for dinner?" He asked.

"Steaks. And wine. A nice romantic dinner." She said, her own hands slipping from his naked waist to his muscular ass.

"Just you, me, and our mothers?" He teased.

"Well, they are part of our romance." She noted, halfway between annoyance and desire.

"True enough. I sent them off to get dolled up for dinner. Do I have time to get all gussied up myself, or should I go like this?" He asked, waving at his nakedness.

:Go get dressed. Not that we all haven't seen it before, but it would be nice to see you in something beside duralexx, or skin."

"All right, babe." He headed for the door. "Oh, and after dinner I'll be fucking whichever of the three of you has earned it." She froze. "You've got an edge up, those steaks smell excellent, but, well, you saw what Brenda was wearing and what Monica was capable of. How long until dinner's ready?"

Whatever idea had occurred to her had her blushing brightly and she told him he had twenty minutes. He nodded and headed upstairs to get dressed and chug an energy drink from his refrigerator. It didn't take him twenty minutes to get cleaned up and dressed, but he didn't come down in his good suit, black, with a blue tie, until the twenty minutes was up.