Psychology, common sense and mind control = friendship.

Ultimamom wasn't going to be a problem, he'd rewritten her mind, she'd be good with Ultramom and good with Brenda, but Brenda...hated that slutty, ****, torturous bitch. So she was the problem and he was the solution?

As Ultimamom's hand vanished into her pussy and her other hand began to smear the dripping lube her arousal had produced over her ass and work a finger, then another, then a third, into it, Bryce approached Brenda. Her eyes rose from his naked cock to his face, equally naked, lust and love clear on them.

His finger rose and traced the line of a sculpted cheek, down to full lips and dropped to her huge tits. She started to lunge forward. "Stop." He said quietly, so quietly that Ultimamom couldn't hear it over her moans and squishing and lust. Her breasts heaved, her breathing disrupted, just by being close to him. His hands dropped to her waist, pulled her close and kissed her hard on the lips. The pussy he had emerged from and, so recently, fucked, ground against his naked cock, only two thin layers of fabric between him and that pleasure again. He pulled back and circled her, holding her firmly by the shoulders to keep her from turning to face him.

"Look at her. She's the mother of my fiancé, that makes her family too, doesn't it?" He whispered, hands running down from her shoulders, down her back and around to cup her magnificent tits and tease her nipples through the business shirt and bra, superhuman strength helping with that.

"Yessss!" She moaned, grinding her ass back against the naked Bryce.

"We'll all be one big, happy, crime-fighting, each-other-fucking family." He whispered.

"Yesss!" She moaned, as his hands slid down fabric covered skin and lifted her short skirt. Her hands remained at her side, not moving. The lace panties did not slide easily, as they were wet and almost stuck to her pussy, but a bit of superhuman strength and they were puddled around her black heels.

One hand gently pulled her over to the table and bent her over. This wasn't a woman he hated/lusted after, this was one he loved/lusted after. "Look at her, your new sister, enjoying herself," he whispered after inserting two fingers into her sopping cunt. He could feel it shudder and clench at the sight of Ultimamom fisting both her holes with the savagery of a barbarian ravaging a nun.

Dressed like this, she looked like she was going to her cover job and Bryce had lusted after Brenda as much as he had Ultramom, but where he wanted to command the bossy Ultramom, he loved Brenda. He slid around behind her and raised the skirt, revealing her delicious bubblebutt. His cock was as hard as it had ever been, and he circled her again, sliding between Brenda's intense blue eyes and Ultimamom's efforts to get off. Brenda reached for his cock, but he caught her hand and knelt, so they were face to face. "I love you. Nothing that happens with the rest of our new family will change that, okay?"

Her stronger arms broke free and pulled his face to hers, kissing him with all the skill, experience and love she could muster. She wanted him, loved him, but still felt it was wrong and so, surrendered the choice to him. "Do you want to fuck me?" She asked.

"More than anything." He said, slipping from her grasp, under the table and behind her in a flash. His cock teased her pussy for a moment, but before he could stop teasing her, she thrust back against him, burying his cock in her, right up to his balls. His hands caught her hips and held her against him, then fucked her. He wanted her to cum with Ultimamom, so he had to fuck her at the right pace, though Ultimamom was clearly building to a ridiculous orgasm.

His thrusts pushed her forward, so far that her invulnerable thighs were pressed hard against the wood of the table. Her hands locked on the far side of the table, holding herself in place, so he could fuck her. She disdained her usual practice of mauling her breasts, or frigging her clit, to focus solely on the singular sensation of Bryce fucking her, filling her, loving her and the equally singular sensation of herself surrounding him, milking him, loving him.

Her eyes closed, locking out everything but him, though Ultimamom's moans, reaching upwards towards a crescendo were hard to ignore. Bryce, however, enjoyed the view, both of Brenda?s shuddering form, heaving breasts and clutching hands; and of Ultimamom's double fisting, gasping moans and grinding of her body against the chair that had killed who she had been, seeking one more drop of sensation to make herself cum. Her eyes opened and she saw them fucking, mother and son, her nemeses turned family and that last bit of sensation arrived.

Bryce's thrusts had begun to splinter the table beneath her began to rip the business clothes Brenda was wearing and lift her right out of her heels. As Ultimamom reached her peak, Bryce drove in so hard, trying to actually merge with Brenda, he was bent over her, pressing every inch of him to her that he could, hands having risen from her hips to her shoulders and fucked her as hard as he could, so hard that they actually broke the table and fell, him atop her and the impact of the ground and the final short thrust of him into her (as she'd accidentally pulled away as they fell) drove them both over the edge and they came together, there on the floor of Ultramom's trophy room, he filled her unprotected womb with his seed, again. Her own orgasm sucking the cum from him as neatly as Ultimamom's mouth, though headed for a different destination. She yelled her approval as he announced that he loved her and then they were still.

After a long moment, he pulled himself and her over, so he was spooning her, still inside her as he softened. Her head lay on his left arm and his right came around to absently fondle her full breast through the remnants of Brenda?s business shirt. He kissed the back of her head, her ear and whispered. "See? Their pleasure is yours."

"Yes." She whispered. "And I love you too, Bryce." She said, acknowledging that she loved the man, as well as the cape, as well as the liege lord.

Ultimamom was a bit busy being **** from her absurd orgasm.

But Shelby was upstairs and dinner was probably ready, or would be soon. He didn?t want anything to interfere with the warm afterglow he felt, or **** him to remove himself from the delicious volcano of her pussy, his hands from the delightful mountains of her breasts, or his nose from the scent of her hair. His eyes closed as he felt the call of rest, recuperation and regaining the energy to fuck all the women in his new team.