Sex and honesty.

“But right now, I need a little…tension relief and so do you.” He stated, something confirmed by Ultimamom’s sudden weakness and the passion of her kiss.

“Yes…” A shudder ran through her as she remembered who she was supposed to be and continued more wittily. “Wouldn’t want to be tense when I met your mother.”

“Indeed not.” Ultraboy went about unwrapping his delicious present. He paused for a moment, “Were you the first time?”

“Oh, yeah. It was the nineties. Not so bad to be gay, but you weren’t supposed to be out and you certainly won’t supposed to be a superheroine and out. If guys couldn’t fantasize to you, than what good were you?”

He froze as he was removing her cape and tossing it inside the building. “Men can’t fantasize about lesbians? Someone needs to inform marketing. And porn.”

Ultimamom laughed against his ear as she pulled down the top of her costume, freeing magnificent breasts that just begged to be nuzzled, suckled, teased, pinched, caressed and blatantly groped. They were breasts built for…well, actually, for nursing a baby, but they had a secondary function that he damn well enjoyed! They were breasts that were his—his mothers…She wanted them, as badly as he did, he had seen it in her face, her crying for the first time in his experience, face. She hadn’t even cried when his dad died, which…actually pissed him off some.

Ultraboy pulled her inside, so that their clothes wouldn’t blow away and slammed the door. The roof was open, as were the former windows, so there was plenty of light for him to see her pulling off the rest of her costume and dropping it to form a pad on the broken and uneven floor (it couldn’t hurt them, but they didn’t need distractions here). She began to pull his off, “Yeah, well, tell eighteen year old me that. And that she won’t reject me and run off to tell everyone what a freak and a pervert I am. I won’t be driven off the team by mocking jackasses. Then I wouldn’t have been so tense, but this time,” she pulled the last of his costume off. “it’s a million times worse. There’s no excuses if she turns me down. No way out of it being that she just doesn’t want me anymore. Doesn’t feel the same way. No ‘it’s not you, it’s me’ speech, just rejection and shame and humiliation…”

“And that’s much more your daughter’s thing than yours.” Ultraboy put in, breaking the cycle and helping her pull down his pants.

She laughed against his stomach as she knelt before him. “She could do that too, make me laugh when I was hurting.”

“Ultramom has a sense of humor? Seriously?”

“Well, Ultragirl did, along with legs that went all the way down to the floor, breasts that didn’t sag, but filled a hand, or a pussy,” Ultimamom ran her hand over her own in fond memory. “A mouth that could suck the chrome off a bumper, literally, lips that felt like heavenly pillows, though now that description better fits those tits…a woman could get lost in those mountains and die happy. And her tongue! Holy crap, it’s lost none of its edge. That’s not even thinking about that pussy and ass, which just suck up and massage fingers, tongues and strap-ons alike—Oh. My. God. We have the Herosplitter 2000 back at our hideout, I can finally feel what you feel when you fuck her and she can feel what you feel when you fuck me! YES!”

Ultraboy, standing naked before the equally naked Ultimamom was not entirely sure what to do with this fantasy/plan…