Reprogramming complete, Ultimagirl reacts like the best fiance in the world.

"Hey, baby, are you done having fun with my slut mom? I told you she was a slut who would do anything to keep our new family together and happy." She blushed at the word slut. Ultimamom's orgasm had burned through her with an intensity she had never known before, though whether it was brought on by Mindmaster's machine, the kinks it had added to her mind, or the love it had added to her mind, Ultraboy couldn't say and no longer much cared, though his pride wanted it to be his skill that drove her to pleasure beyond any the depravities of her adult life had brought her. She lay in a puddle of fluid, hers, his, too tired to move, or care.

"Of course, sweetums," he said, as sickly sweet as he could, freeing her without even bothering to put his cock away. "I think it's your dear mother's turn to watch. Put her in the chair." He smiled as Ultimagirl eagerly lifted her mother into the chair, strapping her in. "Clean her up. You think you deserve to swallow my cum more than her, don't you?" He asked, distracting Ultimagirl to let him enter commands that would **** Ultimamom to believe the story he'd programmed into Ultimagirl. The only loose end was Ultramom who was sworn to obey him, who loved him, and who was as affected by the machine's induced, or released, **** fetish.

Ultimagirl had created her own reason for her being in the chair, him breaking in her slut mom, the woman who would eagerly do all the things that Ultimagirl needed to be talked into, or ordered to. Though they'd both enjoy it equally, he wanted them both, so she wanted him to have them both. She wanted simultaneously to be first in his eyes and her mother's submissive humiliated bitch, the second desire she resisted, but it still shaped her actions. So she'd convinced the man she loved to fuck the woman she loved, right in front of her, to use her hard and rough, while there was nothing Ultimagirl could do about it, prove to Ultimamom and, more importantly, to herself, who was first. A fantasy of power from the reality of powerlessness. One Ultimamom was about to share.

Her little pink tongue slipped out like a cat's, lapping up the mingled cum of the people she loved and, as she moved up, over Ultimamom's half removed costume and to her fantastic tits, she paused to nurse for a moment, getting no milk, but more of her fiance's delicious cum. Ultimamom's light eyes finally opened and she smiled at the sight beneath her, her pussy dripping as much as it had with Ultraboy's cock in her mouth. Then finally her daughter came to her Ultimamom's face, licked up cum, drool, tears and streaked makeup alike. Before she could swallow, Ultraboy hit the last control and spoke a single command. "Share. Kiss Ultimamom, like you want me to kiss you." He snapped. Despite the commands running through her brain, her full lips parted, as eager to kiss her daughter as she had been to suck Ultraboy's cock.

Ultimamom's world ended and began with a proud, dominant kiss from her daughter, whose tongue invaded her mouth, claiming it and sharing the delightful flavor of Ultraboy and the less delightful, but still proud detritus of being used by her daughter's fiancé.

The whole show had Ultraboy hard again, should he take his newly modest, constantly blushing fiancé in front of her mother, that might be fun, or show Ultimagirl her place by having her lick her mother's cunt, or there was still his Ultramilf, upstairs, resting, she should surely meet the women who were about to be...family. And wouldn't Mindmaster machine's little side effect have interesting consequences for those relationships, especially once they were one big happy family. But for now, he had a hard on and plenty of places to put it.