Surprise, then…anger and arousal.

Monica was still tied over the counter by her cape and still in costume, as was her daughter, though in a different, rather more honest, currently, costume. Her head rose and she cranked her head around as they entered the safehouse. She could see the fringe of Ultraboy's costume and hear two sets of footsteps, even without her powers. He could tell he was right, even without his supersenses. So could Shelby. The room was filled with the scent of sex, Monica's costume was bunched up in a way that made it clear that she'd tried to cum by rubbing herself off on the counter's edge and a scattered collection of kitchen utensils made her attempts to escape equally obvious. Even more obvious than that was the fact that the ripped remnants of her costume's crotch was soaking wet and stuck to her pussy, every crease, ever fold, painted with wet duralexx.

"Very nice. Very nice, indeed." Shelby said, approaching her mother from behind. "I see why you chose me, not her, she's such a weak little slut."

"Shelby?" She asked, surprised.

"Of course, you gave me up to him, betrayed me," Shelby snapped, slapping her mother's ass with all her strength, her, once again superhuman, if barely so, strength. It knocked her mother forward, though not so hard that she was stunned, or actually injure, though it stung like a bitch. "Which is just further proof of what I was saying. You gave me up at the first chance, which is why I'm the boss and you're the bitch. Bitch."

"Really? I thought it was because you offered up your holes, to that man. You're nothing but a whore, girl!" Monica snapped glaring at Ultraboy who had taken up position by the wall where he had a good vantage point.

"Says the bitch whose cunt is glued to her costume by her own arousal." Shelby countered.

"And? He's got me on remote control!" Monica countered.

"Actually, no, I haven't fiddled with your sex drive. Either of your sex drives. I never would. Just as I would never do anything to you that you didn't ask, or offer of me. I'm no ****. You're doing this to yourself. Yourselves." He corrected himself. It was absolutely the truth.