Two elegant MILFs, a nicely set table and a slut.

Brenda and Monica were enough alike that they could wear each other's clothes. Monica was wearing one of Brenda's two party dresses, the sleek red number that was cut low across her breasts and, though it fell to her feet, there was a slit up to the thigh on the left side, along with red high heels. She'd also borrowed a ruby pendant from Brenda, the silver chain made it fall right into her cleavage which gave Bryce an excuse to leer at her breasts, not that he needed one. Though the dress had straps, she clearly wasn't wearing a bra. Her hair was piled up atop her head in a pile of ringlets and she was perfectly made up, making her blue eyes look huge and eye-catching.

Brenda was wearing her little black dress, strapless and falling to midthigh, the dress was another gift from Florence and like her former nemesis, was clearly not wearing a bra, though both could be wearing panties. She was wearing the same heels as before, but now she was wearing stockings as well, the top of which were just barely covered by her short dress. Her hair fell straight down her back to between her shoulder blades and she was made up to draw the eye to her full, red lips, lips built to suck, to kiss, to pleasure.

They might have been sisters in fact as well as in...mind control. Or they might have been extremely expensive call girls and they were at his beck and call!

There was no way they'd have been able to get that dolled up if not for their superspeed, it had a number of advantages.

"Wow, lovely ladies." He said, to the pair of them, waiting at the foot of the stairs for him. "I see that even when Shelby and I have been married for decades I'll still be married to a beautiful woman." He teased Monica as he collected the women, one hand on each of their waist's.

"She'll make as almost a hot a MILF as me." Monica teased.

"But not as literal a one as me." Brenda pointed out, kissing his cheek.

"Or as depraved a one as me." Monica continued, kissing his other cheek.

A firm slap on each ass brought a squeal from the women. "Be nice." They cuddled in tight to him and the six legged, four breasted, one cocked and one mastered beast wandered into the dining room and saw that Shelby had set a hell of a table and was waiting for all of them, in just an apron. She was blushing a bright red, but she was doing it regardless.

"Sorry, love, I just couldn't get any of your mother's clothes to fit. They're too big for my nubile body." She said, stretching her arms behind her and thrusting her smaller breasts out. Her blonde hair was in a ponytail, accentuating the fact that she was the youngest of the women who shared his bed, even if she hadn't done so yet.

"It suits you. We'll have to go shopping soon, or go get some of your clothes from your hideout. But for now, shall we eat?" He asked, seating himself on one side of the table, his mother at his right, her mother across from him and Shelby on his left. She was the only one who knew about the 'contest' so she shouldn't have any trouble winning. Shelby pulled the cover off the main platter and they all dug into the food with the hunger of people who'd been fucking all day. The wine flowed freely, not that it would have much impact on their supermetabolisms.

As he bit into the delicious steak, Shelby's fingers nimbly freed his cock from his pants and began to run her fingers over his cock. He was enjoying her many, many skills. Monica and Brenda complimented the food and politely ignored the fact that both of Shelby's hands were under the table. With her right hand working on his cock, her left worked on her own pussy. Nothing aroused her more than his touch, she'd always thought he was attractive, it was one of the reasons she'd tortured him so much, but now, his pleasure was hers, his touch, or touching him, set her aflame.

He ate and spoke with Ultramom and Ultimamom, not Brenda and Monica, about patrol schedules and zones and using their knowledge to deal with other criminals. After his day, the leisurely handjob wasn't going to make him cum anytime soon, but with it and with her work on herself, Shelby was too distracted to participate. And she was going to cum long before him. As they worked out a schedule, part of which was to make sure that whenever he was off duty, he had a warm and willing, no smoking hot and eager woman to share his bed, or bathroom, or floor.

As Shelby began to gasp and cum, Bryce flicked a finger out and untied the string of the apron around her neck. As she came, the apron fluttered down, revealing the delightful handfuls that were her breasts. Prompting laughter from the table. The humiliation helped her cum, but as she came down, she blushed delightfully and retreated to the kitchen, muttering something about getting more wine, leaving his cock hard and alone. As the mothers asked if he wanted to pop them out of their clothes he just smiled.