Yes, he can tell the truth.

“How could you do that to her? You had no right to **** her in that fashion! I thought I raised you better than that.” She said, fire and disappointment in her voice.

“I did what was necessary to gain the information and equipment I needed, seeing as how you were unable to do so.” He said, ice matching her fire.

“I trained you to be able to find a better way and to know better—“ She began.

Ultraboy snapped. “You raised me to be a fucking sidekick, to be comic relief, to be captured and rescued, to stumble into trouble and over hints. I spent my seventh birthday being held prisoner by the son-of-a-bitch Candyman and you know what? I’m fucking sick of it!”

“Well, you’re free to walk away any time. I never **** you to do—“

“I WAS SEVEN YEARS OLD! YOU WERE MY MOTHER. You think I could say no to you?” He asked, trailing off in the face of her distraught look.

“You wanted—“ She began, trying to justify actions which in another she would have called child endangerment, or the use of child soldiers.

“I wanted to make you happy.” He said, retreating to the solace of completely toneless, icy control. “To make you proud. But seeing as how I’ve blown that, I’m going to do the job to the best of my ability. The job is to be a vigilante, so I’m going to do it to the best of my ability. Why don’t we just go our separate ways? I’ll take care of making the rest of the antidote and distributing it, you go do your job. Try not to get captured,” he turned his back and walked away, pausing at the door, “because I won’t come for you, next time.”

“Wait…” She whispered.

“What?” He asked, pausing at the door.

“I didn’t mean to…” She began.

“I know.”

“This machine just got me all—“

Control snapped and he spun, charging towards his unsteady mother. He didn’t touch her, but she backed up, against the wall before his furious advance. “NO! It was not this embarrassing failure. It was not this. It was my life. I loved you and you used me. I know you love me, but you compartmentalized me. Br—The boy you loved and the sidekick you used. Well, I’m not a boy, or a sidekick anymore, so fuck off.” He was suddenly, intensely aware of the stink of sex rising from her body and his own, almost painful arousal.

“You loved me?” She asked.

“I…”

“Not love me?”

“I love you. But I don’t trust you to lead me.”

She licked her lips nervously. “Then I’ll follow.” She said.

“What?”

“You heard me.”

“Oh, blow me, you bitch.” He said, disbelieving and annoyed that she was teasing him at this moment.

“Okay.” Strong hands caught his hips, her left pulling down his bottoms and she knelt at his feet in a swirl of cape. Before he could say a damn thing, her full lips had engulfed his cock. Her hands pulled him forward, forcing him to fuck her face. He moaned, hands hanging loosely at his sides and enjoying Ultramom’s superhumanly strong tongue and suction.

After a moment of shock, he realized it was really happened and also that despite his self control and endurance, there was no way that he was going to last very long, given Ultramom’s skill and abilities and the fact that he’d been aroused since he first broke out and saw her tits getting milked.

Why was she doing this? He tried to think of an answer for it. It wasn’t that she was following his lead, she’d been part of superhero teams before and not always as hero, she wasn’t really that obedient. His hips, under her control kept pumping. He didn’t resist, in fact, he helped.

Pleasure sped from his extremities to his cock, then from his cock back to his extremities as her tongue, mouth and even teeth, dragged over his throbbing prick without conscious thought, his hands fell to her head, grabbing her hair and as he thrust into her a final time, he held himself and her in place, her hands fell from his hips and she moaned against his cock. The first two shots of cum went straight down her throat into her belly, but he pulled back a little as his muscles spasmed. The third caught on her gag reflex, making her cough on his cock, but the last three shots filled her mouth.

She looked up at him, sweating her lips stung and hanging open, revealing a mouth full of his cum, hair stuck to her face and eyes looking up at him and she smiled, closed her mouth and swallowed, making sounds indicating how tasty she thought it was. His mouth opened. “Get up, so I can return the favor.” He said. He had been raised right, after all, he thought. Then that thought damn near made him pissed again, though Ultramom had sucked all the anger out of his cock.

“You already did.” She said.

“I don’t think I did.”

“I came when you did.” She admitted, still on her knees.

“Oh…good…Um…why?” The usually articulate no-longer-superhero, more antihero, asked not quite incoherently. Though neither of them were entirely sure if he meant, why did you cum? Or why did you blow me?