“I sure as hell couldn’t keep her!” The woman winked as she got into the car. The man smiled approvingly, hopped back in the limo, and rode away...satisfied.Madame X dropped her head into her hands and cried for the next 20 minutes straight, in shock and disbelief at what she had done to sweet, innocent Katie.………………………………………………………………………………………………………………..One hour earlier…It was dark by the time the car finally stopped. Madame X looked into the rear-view mirror and saw her captive squirming around. He had pulled his goggles down around his neck, completely revealing his big-eared black face. His brown eyes with their gray polluted irises were opened bright and wide. He was an imposing figure in spite of his gleeful expression. He was a hundred and ninety centimeters tall and one hundred kilos. He was plumper than Crimefighter’s chiseled shape. He had no supervillain dress sense. His body armor, just a kevlar vest, was on an office chair across the room. The Cowls t-shirt he wore told the. "I'm seeing things," Helen stammered."Seeing is believing, Mom," teased Christy, closing the distance between them to stand directly over her mother so the jutting shadow from her crotch fell across Helen's face. "Go for it, Mom."As if in a trance, Helen knelt. Her mouth hung open. Christy immediately filled it with a deep-throating thrust."Suck, suck, suck." Christy coaxed her mother. "Suck my cock!"Cock, indeed. Or at least the next best thing to a flesh and blood hard-on. As close as any. “So my darling husband” she says, “are you ready for sex tonight?”I can’t help but laugh as father looks at her almost ashamed that she has asked him such a question.“Okay then” she responds, but furthers her attempt to humiliate him further. “Would you at least unclip my bra for me?”Mother then turns to face me and cups her hands under her breasts.“What in front of our Son?” he asks astonished.“Our Son?” mother says, “You don’t know you have a fucking Son!”I am surprised as father ignores her.