She shows off, despite her humiliation.

Shelby pulled him back out into the dining room and seated him back down, then slid, despite the hoots from the mothers onto her knees, under the table and began to suck him, as noisily as she could. He reached down and pulled slightly. She took the hint and rose to all fours, without ever stopping blowing him.

"So, did we figure out the schedule?" He asked, passing the bottle of wine to his mother.

She served herself, then rose to serve her former nemesis from the left. "Yes, we worked it out, we're working together like a finely honed team." Monica said, running her hand up the inside of Brenda's thigh, provoking a giggle at the light touch and then a squeal as the hand vanished under Brenda's skirt.

"Good. More wine, please." Abandoning Monica for her son, she swayed around the table, enjoying the look in his eyes and the fact that those eyes were on her bouncing breasts.

She came in behind him, like a waitress, then bent ninety degrees to pour the wine into his cup, which he hadn't bothered to lift from the table. The her breasts came to rest on his shoulder and she filled the glass, then put the bottle down and turned her head to steal a kiss, soft, full lips parted and welcomed him into her mouth and sought his as well. His hand buried itself in her hair and the kiss went from loving to wanton. Nipples hardened against his shoulder, he could feel them through dress and suit alike and then he let her go, pulled her back, in fact, as those lips, lips built for a whore, an actress, or both, tried to follow him.

After he broke the kiss, she gave a look to Shelby that was surprisingly fond, given that she hadn't been mind controlled into like the woman. "Did you hear our conversation in the kitchen?" He asked.

"Yeah,: the women admitted simultaneously and shamelessly.

"And you two are just so cute," Brenda teased, patting Shelby's bouncing head and Bryce's twitching ass (he could only just resist the instinct to match his fiancé thrust for thrust).

At the pat, Shelby moaned against his cock, though whether in pleasure, protest or mere surprise, he couldn't tell, and didn't much care, it felt damn good.

"Aren't they just as cute as we were, if rather more...acceptable." Monica noted.

His cock jumped in Shelby's mouth as he twisted to face his mother and Shelby jerked, surprised either by the words, or by his movement, Brenda jerked as if slapped. "You two were a couple?" He asked. Everyone had known that back when they were Ultimagirl and Ultragirl, they'd worked together, before Ultimagirl had switched sides and they'd both become moms.