He still had some honor, deliver her as arranged, but have a bit of fun…

Ultraboy turned, one hand on Ultramom’s bare legs, to keep her from sliding, the other free to open doors. At the first one, he grunted like the angle didn’t quite work and twisted, driving his shoulder between Ultramom’s legs and butting against her duralexx covered cunt and clit like a battering ram, tapping against a gate, just enough to let it be known that it could break through if it chose.

Ultramom groaned slightly in a manner which might have been mistaken for a response to an impact, rather than to an impact on her cunt. “Sorry about that, mom,” Ultraboy said, adopting a bouncy step which left her bouncing on his shoulder like the edge of a washing machine…

“No……problem…..” Ultramom whispered, gasping and trying desperately to breathe. As all she could see was his firm ass, he took the long way around to the garage. After a few minutes, her chorus of gasps and groans grew sharp and Ultraboy chose to intervene.

“Sorry about the bouncy ride, I think a fireman carry will work better.” He spun the helpless superheroine so one leg hung on either side of his shoulder, like his entire body was a cock, pressing against her. Her stomach rose as she lay across the back of his neck, but her hands were restrained behind her, so instead of grabbing the dangling arm, he raised the other hand and grabbed her long, silken hair, not inadvertently grinding her breasts against his other shoulder.

With her feet shackled together, her legs spread at the knees, letting his arm through. He could feel her grinding against him, clit and nipples alike. “It’s a little unstable because of your hands. I think I can grab them though and that’ll be stable.”

“Wha—“ Ultramom moaned, distracted by the grinding pleasure burning through her from both ends, the arousal of being helpless, of being manhandled, even the naughtiness of it being her son and him not realizing what he was doing to her, it all boiled together to distract and arouse her.

The hand between her legs rose and groped her meaty ass. “Sorry, I can’t see, I need directions.”

“HARDER,” Ultramom demanded.

“Your hands are higher? Sorry about that,” his hand slid up, finding the metal of her cuffs and gripping it tight, she was stretched atop him, pinned between his body and his grip on her hair and her restraints, his well muscled arm **** her legs apart and was pressed against her cunt, rising and splitting her ass cheeks as well.

Now she couldn’t even move, trapped in a haze of pleasure. It took four tries for Ultraboy to get her to answer his question: “Does it hurt?”

“Nooooooooooooo…” She moaned.

“Okay, then let’s get going.” Ultraboy set a punishing pace, his every movement forcing his hard body to grind against every erogenous zone she possessed, but every time she got close he stopped at a door and had to move awkwardly and unarousingly to open a door. It was driving her mad. When they reached the garage she was so close she needed to cum more than she needed to breathe.

Ultraboy opened the back of the van and began to lower her down, she jerked hard with her legs on his retreating arm, and Ultraboy overbalanced. He could have saved it (he could fly, after all, but instead he increased his speed and slammed down atop her, between her legs, spread at the knee and atop her mammoth tits, forcing a savage orgasm from her as she stared him in the eyes. His angelic visage burned in her eyes as she experienced her first orgasm in months.

Finally she noticed his mouth moving, asking a question, “Are you all right?” Her innocent son didn’t even know what he’d done to her.

“Yes, sorry, just awkward in these restraints and weights,” Ultramom said with a luminescent blush.

“No problem. I’ll go drive,” Ultraboy said, rising off her and letting her see the huge bulge in his trunks, aroused at the physical contact with her.

He went to the front compartment and turned on the security camera that let him watch the back and observe Ultramom’s attempts to clean up her gushing, messy orgasm while bound. He turned it off after a minute (though he made sure to record it, for later amusement) because he couldn’t be so visibly aroused when he dropped her off.

He managed to soften by the time he arrived at the prison and dropped Ultramom—No Ultimamom off and explained to the warden that they shouldn’t release any information on her captivity, as he didn’t want to provoke a rescue attempt by Ultimagirl. He had a few words with the guard’s supervisor, a hot Asian woman named Asa, impressing it on her that news better not leak out.

This was all to cover his own ass, and let Techman’s machine do its work. It didn’t actually matter if word got out, as Ultimamom and Ultimagirl weren’t about to do anything to announce their real location and situation.

With all that done, Ultraboy needed relief. Fortunately, he had many options besides his hands, nowadays.