Yep, and we follow Ultraboy to his lunch with mom.

The patrol went well, he had a bit of fun with Ultimamom, mostly just making up for the fact that she'd missed out on the fun in the kitchen and on watching Ultramom take it up the ass. And he wanted her ready to visit her daughter, actually visit, not just mount her face and ride her for an hour. They went their separate ways, Bryce changing into civvies and grabbing food from a place near his mom's office and walking in as Bryce. She worked in a big company as head of tech writing, overseeing a staff of contractors, all of whom were her. Being able to read, comprehend and type faster than the computer could handle made her ideal for the job and as she was paying out by the page, it wasn't even fraud. But, as manager, she still needed to make some appearances.

Bryce walked into her office on the twelfth floor. It was all glass, but her shades were closed this time, unusually for her office in the middle of the day. One step inside and he knew why. No human could have smelled it, but she had been masturbating, the scent of her arousal and cum hung in the air. He let the door close behind him and said, "Hi, mom."

She bounced out of her leather, executive power chair and over to him, an energetic and eager motion that belonged on a schoolgirl, not a woman in a three thousand dollar suit, though she looked damn good in it and she was giddy as a schoolgirl.

"Oooo...Zambina's." She said, recognizing the carryout container as being from one of her favorite restaurants. "I must be forgiven for my naughtiness this morning." She teasingly pouted at him, then smiled and pressed her body against his, arms around his neck like they were lovers. "Of course, it's hard to sit down all day when you've just been buggered into submission by your own son."

"Or anyone, I would think." Bryce noted drily, his hands dropping the food on her expensive wooden desk and kneading her sore ass through the suit.

"Maybe..." Brenda agreed with a smile, then she was serious for a second. "I am serious. I did't mean to hurt her, the new Shelby is a sweetie, but it's hard."

Bryce ground his cock against her. It was indeed hard. He said so, provoking a peal of laughter, than continued more seriously. "I know, but I had to make a point, no hard feelings?"

"Depends on what you brought me for lunch?"