She has to make Ultraboy cum. And she has to convince him to let her make him cum.

Monica strained against the cape. “Mistress, will you release my hands?”

“No, but he can, if he wishes to.” Shelby concluded, walking towards Ultraboy, where he leaned against the wall. Monica could see her daughter’s hand rise to stroke the cock of her nemesis’s son, right through the duralexx of his costume. It visibly hardened inside his costume.

“Please, Ultraboy, come over here and fuck me, however you like,” She begged, writhing against the counter, her ass swaying back and forth, it glowed a bright red, just begging for a dick to slap it, as her daughter’s hand had.

“Won’t that hurt you?” He asked politely, swaggering forward, past the leather clad Shelby, who took the opportunity to retreat behind her mother, to where she couldn’t be seen, take a seat, lift the skirt and unbuckle the strap that covered (or really, split) her pussy and got to work releasing her own tension, dominating her mother had got her hot as hell. “Your ass looks so sore. And you know that I don’t like to inflict any unnecessary pain on anyone. Even a bitch who once threw me out off the roof of a skyscraper, with enough chains on me that I couldn’t fly, or even slow myself down.”

“Then fuck my mouth, Ultraboy.” She suggested.

“No thanks. I’ve had your mouth. And your daughter’s.” He stopped beside her head, though all she could see was his cock and his chest, as she was still bent over the counter. He leaned over to stage whisper in her ear…