Ultimamom and him, Ultramom and Ultimagirl.

"We're going to issue a press release about all this, to let folks know that these ladies are on the right side now." Brenda said, retaking her place above Monica, her black dress up around her hips. She spoke as if Monica's tongue was not pleasuring every inch of her love canal and as if her son's seed was not candy on her tongue, as if the beautiful young woman perched on her son's lap was not naked, had not claimed his wine glass as her own, was not drinking, while being casually caressed by his hands as he sat there, looking as handsome as he ever had. "But for a while we want to team folks up one former villain per team, one experienced person per team. So it's you and the carpet muncher here," she stroked Monica's hair. "And me and your cocksucking fiance."

"Excellent." He kissed Shelby on the cheek. "I love you." He said, to the room, but also to her. "Send your mother up to my room when she's done here and you two have fun. Oh, which of us is on-call first?"

"Well, I've got an actual job, so I'll be working most of the day. You folks'll handle that, we'll handle the evening and night shift." Brenda said, leaning back and grabbing Monica's thighs. "If you'll excuse me, I need to keep my lead."

"Of course." Bryce kissed Shelby's other cheek. Shelby kissed him back and then was distracted by Brenda flipping around and beginning to 69 her former nemesis without shame, but with impressive skill. "I need sleep to recharge. You need to eat some food. Really. Okay?"

"Okay." She agreed. "Can I get dressed first?"

"Of course. You can do anything you want." He said.

She responded to that by kissing him hard on the mouth, the taste of wine and the mouths of their mothers covered the taste of his seed and he kissed her back. "I want to do that. I want to tell you I love you. I want to get dressed, eat and watch them play. I think I might want to put on a show like that for you sometime." She hung off him, enjoying the feel of his arms around her waist, on her ass, surrounding, protecting, consuming her.

"Good night." He said and headed up to his own bedroom. He crashed, in nothing but sweatpants.

When he awoke, Monica was cuddled up against him, naked as the day she was born, but rather better developed.