Ultimamom lets him go

“And I think that’s enough for today,” Ultimamom added, rising from the bed.

Struck momentarily dumb, Ultraboy could only watch as the mature woman moved to a nearby vanity. “W-wait…what?”

The super villainess grabbed a far plainer attire of a smoky red bathrobe and threw it over her costume. She looked back to the boy on the bed and smiled a private smile. He looked so needy post orgasm, almost puppyish as he scrambled onto his hands and knees in confusion. The temptation to take him right there was enthralling. With great self control, she stamped down the idea and smiled plainly.

“What?’ she asked in mock misunderstanding.

“You’re...you’re just letting me go?” Ultraboy asked in wonder. “No…no ransom demands? No attempt to turn me evil. No…ah…****? Just...like that?”

She laughed scornfully and shook her head. “Yes, just like that. Oh,” she added pointedly as he started to pull his briefs back up. “Hold on. One more thing.”

Ultraboy was instantly on alert as the super villainess stalked forward. With the post orgasm weakness slowly fading, he was beginning to recall just who this woman was. The…events before notwithstanding he thought with a flush, she was still one of the most dangerous criminals in the world. His mothers arch foe, and as a result his as well.

And here she was, swaying her hips like a pendulum and sultry grin that promised so much that he could never even dream of. Caught between the two warring images, Ultraboy failed to respond until she was right in front of him. There, she then kneeled before him. At that point one part of him responded quite vigorously, but aside from a sly smile Ultimamom paid no attention to his rising cock. With a pop, she uncapped a tube of lipstick.

“What’s that? A miniature laser?” Ultraboy asked suspiciously.

“It’s Cherry Red,” Ultimamom replied without missing a beat. “And for the moment, a convenient writing tool.” Ultraboy gasped in surprise as the lipstick slowly rubbed across his skin, directly above his cock. He stood in hesitant rigidity, unsure just what was going on. Much like the entire evening.

“There,” the super villainess finished, rising to her feet. “All done.”

Ultraboy looked down to his crotch. A phone number had been written down in bright red lipstick, curving across his pelvis like a neon sign. He glanced back to Ultimamom quizzically, who smiled seductively in reply.

“Well, if you ever need a little help getting junior down there off…” Ultraboy’s eyes widened as she ran the lipstick which had moments before touched his crotch all across her lips. She sucked her lips in and, with a pop, revealed a cherry red smile. She winked at him. “Give me a call.”

“Uh…o…kay,” Ultraboy responded, very disconcerted by the display. Opening a window he cast a last look back at Ultimamom, who merely waved in parting with another smile that held promises that would haunt his dreams for nights to come. Flushing beet red, Ultraboy jumped out the window and into the night sky.

Ultimamom sighed when he was gone. Counting down: three…two…one…

With a bang like a starting pistol Ultimagirl burst into the room. “Mom!” she cried, her usually beautiful face screwed up in rage. “What the hell! Why did you let him go?”

Ultimamom chuckled humorlessly and threw herself back onto the bed. “Honey, what have I told you about listening at doors? It’s very rude you know.”

“Wha…Just answer me! You had Ultraboy right here! We could have done anything to him! Hold him ransom, beat him up, use him as a hostage to get that bitch of a mother of his! I wanted to kick his ass!”

Ultimamom sighed at the tirade. She loved her daughter, but the girl was horribly immature sometimes. “Ultimagirl, listen close. Mommy is going to give you a quick lesson on men. Or, rather, boys.” Her eyes slid open in silent threat. “So shut the fuck up and pay attention.”

Stunned by her words, Ultimagirl pouted and crossed her arms petulantly, but sat down on a dresser all the same. Her mother chuckled. “There. Now honey, the thing about heroes, particularly the young ones, is that they are really, really bad at relationships. Do you think Ultraboy has ever had a woman even see his cock aside from his mother? Hell no. Surrounded by women wearing latex spandex and filled with hormones, he’s a fucking bomb (literally) just waiting to explode. But here’s the kicker sweetie. If you ever want a man, and to keep him, you need to offer something he’s never seen before. Now,” she grinned at the younger girl, “do you think after what just happened that Ultraboy’s hand is going to measure up?” She let loose a crude laugh. “He’s going to want more. He’ll give me a call before the week is out. He can’t help it. And in the end…” Ultimamom lounged back on the bed, grinning lewdly. “He’ll be my little plaything.”

Ultimagirl eyed her mom. The anger was still there, but so was a growing respect. She couldn’t help but chuckle slightly. “Mom, you are one clever bitch.”

Ultimamom smiled somewhat condescendingly. “I know honey. I know.”