Truthfully (bisexual).

"Yes." She admitted, massaging his shoulders and leaning forward, pushing her breasts together and against the back of his head. "Back when we were on the same team, we also...pitched for the same team, so to speak. You remember those skirts we wore? Those were to cover up the fact that we were usually wet as fuck from being around each other, or dripping after licking each other."

"The masks helped with that too." Monica said. "Take 'em off, lick, put 'em on, and we looked all businesslike." She leaned over so Bryce could see straight down her cleavage and lifted her hand as if it were a mask, then lowered it, playing peek-a-boo with him and jiggling her breasts at him.

"Oh, yes. Remember when Powerboy walked in and we convinced him we were eating ice cream? In the sauna?" Brenda asked with a nostalgic smile.

Images filled his mind, as Ultimagirl and Ultragirl, they'd been on the same team and worn very similar costumes, essentially duralexx bikini bottoms, short, schoolgirl type skirts, exercise bras and full face masks. The notion of those new superheroes, nineteen, twenty, with their tits smaller and their bodies a little firmer and a lot lither, sweating in a sauna, inserting tongues, fingers and toys into one another, driving one another into fits of pleasure. Of them training together, taking each other down and pillaging the bodies of the fallen.

This was almost as good as the mouth on his cock, which was...withdrawing, drawing her tongue along the underside of his cock, she smiled up at him. "You're on the same side now." She noted, before lowering her head and slurping his balls into her mouth and her hand jerked him quickly, teasing every inch of him that wasn?t in her mouth at that moment.

"Excellent point." Bryce agreed, eagerly.

Monica's eyebrows shot up and her eyes rose from Bryce to his mother's tits, then her face. Brenda's hands stopped on his shoulder too as they considered what he was saying.