Wrong. Ultramom was dead. Mommyfuta was born and needy.

"You want to be fucked?" He asked, in the dead level tone of a man at a funeral.

"Fuck mommy," she whispered grinding against him, her cock growing under the duralexx of her costume, causing it to jut out as obscenely as her tits made her top jut out. How much she remembered of her previous life wasn't clear, but she knew who he was and wanted him.

He lowered her straps, and pulled it down, popping out her breasts. "Are you sure?" He asked.

"Fuck mommy." She repeated, louder this time.

Ultraboy considered getting caught like this and spun her around. She gasped. "Yes! Fuck mommy!" He flung her over his shoulder, feeling her dick pressed against his shoulder and his breast pressing against the other side of his shoulder, the duality of her nature made transparent. She moaned as her dick ground against his shoulder with every step.

"I didn't say stop." He said, slapping her ass, covered only by the former front of her costume, now essentially a thong, firmly with every step.

"Fuck!" He took a step.

"Mommy!" he took another.

She repeated that every step, like a marching cadence. He could feel his own cock hardening in response to her pleading.

He stopped in the attic, right in front of the window that looked out over the driveway and front of the house. You couldn't see into it from the ground, but he would be able to see anyone coming.

He pulled her off his shoulder and placed her on her knees in front of him, in front of the window. He wasn't up for fucking her face to face, or fucking her with her cock in the way. Her hands planted themselves on either side of the small window as he ripped the bottom of her costume in half, revealing her tight pussy, puckered ass and heavy balls. The back of her front fell to the ground, held up by the sides of her costume, pushed down by her hardening cock. She whined and pulled her cock out of the confines of the tough material.

Ultraboy ran his hand over her firm ass and pulled her thong-like former front of her costume out of her ass. "What do you want?" He asked.

"Fuck mommy." She commanded as Ultraboy ran his hand from her ass, then into her pussy, provoking a louder demand. "Fuck mommy!" The hand, now soaked with her natural lube moved up to her ass and inserted one manicured finger into her ass, lubing her inside and out. "Fuck MOMMY!" She yelled, writhing on that finger, as she planted one hand on the wall and pushed herself upright, trying to back up onto his finger, her other hand got to work on her mammoth cock. "FUCK MOMMY!" She screamed.

Ultraboy freed his cock and guided his cock against her rosebud and pressed into her. His free hand, the hand that wasn't holding his cock, grabbed the former front of her costume, the symbol of her former occupation, the same symbol on his own chest. The symbol had been pressed out by her tits and was now gripped tight in his hand, to pull him back against her. He didn't get the chance, she pushed back against him stretching herself to envelope him, forcing her ass onto his cock. There was pain as she was split by his fuckstick, but she pushed through it, her vise-like ass consuming his cock, massaging it, tight around it and there was pleasure too, pleasure in submission, pleasure in being used, in being filled, in being fucked, in being his Mommy, in being Ultrafuta, in being Ultraslut, in being his Mommyslut.

"YES! FUCK MOMMY! BUGGER MOMMY! TAKE MOMMY'S ASS! MAKE MOMMY CUM!" And for the first time in his life, he was stretching someone's ass. Her hand dropped from her cock and supported herself on the wall, pushing herself back onto his cock, then enjoying the thrust that pushed her forward, almost to the wall, then he pulled back and she pushed herself onto his cock. They set up a rhythm, him buggering the beautiful former superhero and her sodomizing herself on her former son's cock. Her ass was as tight as Nishi's cunt. Her temporarily more elaborate vocabulary dropped out when he took a step that pushed him outside his comfort zone and leaned forward, releasing her costume and grabbing her cock.

"FUCK MOMMY! FUCK MOMMY! FUCK MOMMY!"

He bent over her, letting her take over the fucking as he jerked her cock and the hand that came around the other side made it under her balls and into her cunt. The duralexx of his costume was pressed against her back as he let her take his weight and sodomize herself on him.

Cunt walls clenched, balls tightened, ass squeezed. She came with every hole on her body, her mouth screaming. "FUCKMOMMYFUCKMOMMYFUCKMOMMMMY!" Her cock shot cum up, onto her tits, up onto the inside of her costume.

She stopped moving with his cock half in her ass and lay there, half **** as Ultraboy took over. He pillaged her ass, mercilessly, hands leaving her holes, grabbing her costume again, pulling her upright and using it as a handhold to fuck her ragdoll body. The hand covered in the seed of Mommyfuta's cock grabbed her face, shoving three fingers into her mouth, fucking her from both end at once.

She began to cum to life under him, ass clenching his cock, cunt dripping, cock twitching and her mouth began to whisper "Fuck Mommyslut. Fuck your Mommyslut." She whispered around his fingers.

He spoke, finally. "Yes, I'll fuck my Mommyslut." He admitted, leaving off all the exotica and grabbing her hips, pistoning in and out of her as fast as his superhuman abilities let him.

Cum rose from his balls, from his feet, from his brain and from her, from her orgasms, from her begging, from her need, from her body and flooded into her bowels. He claimed her ass, the ass she had offered him, claimed her body, claimed her entirety.

"Mommyslut loves her son," she said, collapsing, with him atop her. He recovered first, quickly and rose to his feet.

Ultraboy grabbed her by her hair and pulled her to his cock. "Prove it." She cleaned it, eagerly of his cum and her ass. She took him to the root, forcing herself to take the length of his cock in her mouth and her tongue swirled around his cock, sucking every drop from it. The hands in her hair were strong, could have **** her, but they didn't, merely resting on her, like a pat on the head, like a scratch for a pet. She choked on it, coughing against his softening cock, spit dripping out of the seal formed by her full lips and dripping down her chin. Her hands were on his hips, not her cock, not her cunt. Her knees were sore from the battering, but she stayed on them, waiting for him. He'd claimed her. He owned her. He decided what she did. It had been sealed with cum, and lust, and words.

For the first time since her delicious ass hove into view, he looked out the window.