Home, but delayed.

Ultraboy was heading home, taking the round-about route to ensure that he wasn't followed, when he saw Ultimagirl coming out of a warehouse skylight. He charged down, taking her in the back and slamming her back into the warehouse. They hit the ground so hard, they actually cratered the concrete floor and Ultimagirl's invulnerable form lay there, ****.

Ultimamom looked up from the bomb she was setting and was shocked to see Ultraboy kneeling atop her **** daughter. A full speed charge, no playing around this time, should have taken him down, instead, for the first time in his life, he dodged under his fist, set his shoulder and used her daughter as a launch platform to send it into her gut, knocking her straight up, through the sky light her daughter had just missed. He moved to the bomb as fast as he could and discovered it was set up and he couldn't disarm it. A thought occurred and the bomb followed Ultimamom up and sent her flying. He caught her **** body before she fell in the water by the warehouse they'd been robbing and hovered in place for a moment, looking down at the bundle of MILF in his arms.

Ultramom and Ultimamom had essentially the same powerset, if Ultramom's milk made him this strong, than shouldn't Ultimamom's do the same? He had a supply, but he didn't know how long it would last, and besides, Ultimamom always escaped from jail, he doubted she'd escape from the milker, Dr. Bluder had been very thorough and Ultramom hadn't been able to escape, so neither should Ultimamom, though the MILF may have been more experienced enduring pleasure than his mother. Or not, given her recent behavior, the skill of her mouth and ass and her pussy's delightful reactions to his touch and tongue. But it had...possibilities. He could hear sirens. The police were coming, a decision was necessary. He could hand over one, or both, or neither of them, though that last would make it look like he'd failed again.