2099 DOMESTIC DECAY VACATION

WILL

"Ready to go?"

"Beyond ready." Will shot a smile at his sister, Avery, as he came out of the house, brimming with eagerness for their oncoming vacation. He was all set to depart, but the question of where, exactly, he'd put his overstuffed travel bag away within their mother's modestly sized sedan was another matter entirely.

"Jesus," he muttered. "Are we heading to a convention or are we moving into a new house?"

"Yeah, Mom's car doesn't exactly have a huge trunk. I don't think she accounted for how much space our bags would take up."

Avery bent forward and tried to rearrange the contents of the back of the car, accomplishing more harm than good as bags fell out of positions that and refused to fit back into place neatly. Her hair was short and spunky, almost true red in color in a way that brought out the paleness of her skin.

She hadn't bothered dressing up for the long drive out to Montreal, and her tight black leggings offered Will a strangely compelling view of her butt as she continued trying to bring order to the chaos of their luggage. Will had been away for years, first on misadventures with his supervillain of a father, and then for a short but shaming prison sentence.

"I think I made some room!" shouted Avery. "Pass it forward?"

Will pressed in behind her to get his bag into the spot she'd indicated. He had to jam it in, leaning his weight into the motion, and subsequently, her. Avery let out a surprised noise as their bodies made contact, followed by an odd laugh.

"I am continuously surprised by the fact that you're taller than me now, little brother," she said, elbowing him in the ribs.

He caught her arm and gave it a playful squeeze. "Taller than you, stronger than you, cooler than you. Better get used to it."

"Jackass." She tried to lift a foot to kick him, but an avalanche of bags stole her attention. They both had to press forward to reset everything back into place. For a second or two, Will was all but pinning Avery forward against the wall of baggage. Her body wasn't just small, but soft and feminine, with that indescribably clean smell that he'd all but forgotten about in his time away.

Easy. This is Avery, not some floozy you can get away with sniffing like a wild dog.

"I think I got it," she whispered.

"Yeah?"

She turned around with his arms, which were still raised to hold bags into place. "There we go. Nice and tight."

"Are the two of you packing those bags or playing Jenga with them?" called their mother.

Jessica Sorling, matriarch and single mother, former leader of the Crimson Five, emerged from house dressed as though ready for a day at the beach. Turning the superhero convention into a family road trip had, of course, been her idea. Will and the others would be enjoying the comped hotel and touring the city while she was off giving lectures and meet and greets as the acclaimed heroine, Relic.

She wasn't in costume, at least not yet. Jess had on a thin and flirty summer dress patterned with blue flowers. Her long blonde hair was tied back in a ponytail with a matching blue scrunchy, and a pair of sunglasses shielded her eyes from the intense midday glare.

Will almost wished he had a pair, so he could figure out how to look at her without feeling like he was undressing her with his eyes. Jess, his mother, had been one of the foremost among the female superheroes that his fellow super powered inmates had spent the better portion of their time lusting over.

There'd even been a few with artistic talent who'd focused their efforts on drawing the famous Relic naked, either posed seductively or with her costume torn from battle in ways that revealed the sexiest parts of her body underneath.

That was then, this is now. She's your mother. You're not in that world anymore.

"Hey, if you want to take a turn making them fit more neatly, you're welcome to try!" called Avery.

"There's still my bag and Rue's," said Jess. "We might have to sacrifice one of the back seats to make this happen."

"We'll figure it out," said Will. "Where is Rue, anyway?"

"Upstairs, dragging her feet," sighed Jess. "Would you go grab her, LP?"

LP. His vestigial nickname created from the first two syllables of his old hero name, Lockpick. It'd been years since anyone had treated him as a hero let alone called him by that name, but to his mother and sisters, he'd always be LP.

He left Jess and Avery, heading inside to grab the last member of the Sorling tribe. Rue's room was across from his, and the door was open a crack. He pushed it wide without knocking and immediately wished that he hadn't... not that he minded the view.

Rue was in her underwear, her tanned, voluptuous body poised lazily within her computer chair like seduction incarnate. She screamed and flung a pillow at him before he could apologize.

"LP! What the fuck?"

"We're about to leave!" he snapped. "Hurry up and get dressed."

"That's what I was doing before you barged in!"

He couldn't resist arguing otherwise, even though being stuck in a car for four hours with his pissed off younger sister wasn't on his to-do list for the day. "Your door was open! If you don't want someone coming in, close it next time!"

Nice. I'm sure that will totally calm her down.

The mental image that'd just burned into his mind would be hard enough to deal with. Rue was busty, and the bra she'd been wearing had almost looked a size too small, plump flesh spilling out like a sleeping bag that wouldn't fit within its case.

He heard Rue muttering something at him, but she seemed to have gotten over her surprise when she finally emerged from her room. The outfit she'd decided on was a pair of borderline slutty denim cutoffs along with a black tank top that managed to show off a slice of her taut stomach and both bra straps. He half-expected their mother to veto Rue's fashion choices, but she was already in the car when they came outside, focused on other matters.

"You and Rue have to share a seat," said Avery.

Will furrowed his brow. "Share a seat? Seriously?"

"Yes, seriously." Avery pulled him aside. "There's no space left in the car."

"Why doesn't—"

"Mom just fly there and meet us in Montreal?" said Avery, speaking his idea before he could finish saying it aloud. "Because it would totally break her heart. She's been planning this trip as a family event since she first found about it. It's the first trip we've gone on together since you got back."

"I was actually going to ask why you don't just fly there, Kestrel," said Will.

"Because I called dibs on the front seat." She patted him on shoulder and made to get into the car. Rue tried to slip past her and into the coveted solo spot, but Avery pushed her back and quickly pulled the seatbelt on, nearly closing the door on one of Rue's arms in her rush to shut it.

"Unbelievable," muttered Rue.

"I guess... You could sit on my lap?"

"This is so stupid!" She made an annoyed hiss, closed her eyes, and shrugged. "Whatever."

"I won't move around much," said Will. "Just chill out and try to get some sleep. I'll make sure we switch things up at the halfway point."

She almost smiled at that... almost. "Alright. I am pretty tired."

"Just don't snore in my face."

"I do not snore!"

JESS

"Is everybody comfortable?" asked Jess.

She looked first at Avery, who seemed content in the front passenger seat, and then back at Rue and Will. Rue was frowning and wiggling around in search of a place to set her butt down. Will had his arms outstretched as though unsure what to do with his hands, where to put them.

"We'll manage," he said.

"Can you at least, like, try to act like a chair?" asked Rue.

"How does one act like a chair, exactly?"

"How about you try holding still and let me sit on you?" snapped Rue.

"Just do your best," said Jess. "Both of you. We'll switch positions at the first rest stop we come to. It won't be that long."

Inwardly, she was thrilled by the compromise. To have all of her children inside one car, headed to a singular destination, for a family vacation, no less. She was determined to make the weekend perfect, one that they'd all fondly remember far into the future.

The past few years had been hard. Will had only been fifteen when he'd taken off with his father, the notorious supervillain, Halberd, half a decade earlier. Jess had been devastated by the loss of her son. She'd lost them both, really, but Halberd had been enough of a mess that in his case, she'd at least seen it coming.

The fact that Will was back now, seemingly still himself after his ordeal, after the prison sentence, was a miracle. It was more than that. It was a second chance, an opportunity for Jess to rebuild her family. Stronger, better, closer.

She couldn't stop glancing back at Will and Rue in the rearview mirror as they set off, driving through the familiar streets of their hometown on the way to the highway. Having Rue, nineteen and certainly not the tiny waif she'd once been, on Will's lap wasn't ideal... but it was kind of adorable.

Part of her wished she could record it, have a home video that she could make them look back on, years down the line. They'd all laugh and indulge in the small memory of awkwardness that had served as the perfect primer to a weekend of family fun.

"Stop shifting around so much," muttered Will.

Rue let out an annoyed sigh, pushing her hands against the car's roof. "The turns are throwing me off balance. I don't have a seatbelt on, in case you didn't notice."

Will wrapped his arms around her. "There. Better?"

"I mean..." Rue wiggled again, making a face as she settled back within her brother's arms. "I guess."

So cute! It's like when they were younger, and they'd snuggle up on the couch to play video games.

Jess forced her attention back on the road, feeling a ridiculous stab of jealousy. She'd spent lots of time with Will since he'd gotten back, but the gap formed by those five years apart wasn't something that could be undone within a few nights.

She also knew she couldn't blame all of that distance on his time away. Every mother went through that same painful process of slowly letting go, but the suddenness of how Will had taken off with his father had expediated it for her.

Jess wanted more than anything just to be close to him again, emotionally, physically. She decided that when they switched places, she'd volunteer herself to be in the hot seat next, assuming that Will was up for it.

The two youngest Sorlings were currently whispering in the back seat, the tone sounding like a hushed sibling argument. Rue's face was flushed, and she growled something and jutted her chin out. Will leaned forward to mutter something into her ear.

Jess sighed, but she couldn't make herself care that much. This vacation was happening, one way or another. They could be screaming in the backseat, for all she cared. She'd still refuse to turn the car around.

"I have some seltzers in the cooler if anyone wants one," she offered.

"I'm sure Will does," said Rue. "Bet he's pretty thirsty."

"As though you're not dying to suck one down."

"Shut up!"

"You shut up!"

"Easy, you two," said Jess. "It's going to be a long weekend and we're going to be smushed together for most of it. Try to use this as a chance to bond instead of bicker."

She saw them eyeing each other sulky expressions. They had a long way to go, in terms of miles and moods.

WILL

The idea of Rue sitting on his lap for the ride seemed like no big deal at first, especially when the alternative would split them up for the duration of the initial journey. He figured it might not be the most comfortable arrangement, but he assumed it would still be bearable. A throwback to how close they'd been as children, always cuddling and wrestling and playing rough.

Within five seconds of her settling down into his lap, he was made acutely aware of the fact that Rue wasn't the same little sister he'd cherished and loved in the time before he'd left. She'd changed, grown up. Filled out.

He remembered when he'd first seen her upon arriving back and his thought had been that she'd looked like an entirely different person, a grown woman, albeit a woman with that same coquettish smile and wild hair. Now, he wasn't just seeing that difference, but feeling it, her body against his.

"Can you at least, like, try to act like a chair?" asked Rue. She rocked and forth, the motion pulling his cock along her buttocks with only his thin gym shorts and boxers in between.

"How does one act like a chair, exactly?"

"How about you try holding still and let me sit on you?" She leaned back, as though trying to make her wish for him to transform into a piece of furniture into a reality.

It only increased the contact between their bodies, making the backseat feel even hotter in the already warm summer weather. Rue seemed to realize it, shifting forward and rising up a little, one hand gripping the overhead handle above the car's door.

It was a little hard for him to empathize with her discomfort when he was stuck between a rock and... his little sister. If he got a boner, she'd never let him live it down. She'd probably freak out and ruin their vacation before it even truly started. He knew how much this weekend meant to their mom and had prepared himself to be on his best behavior, but this...

What the hell am I supposed to do? It's not like I have any control over my body's reaction to her. Logic doesn't work on my man parts.

Jess went through an intersection at a fairly reasonable speed, but Rue, positioned awkwardly as she was, still nearly fell into the stacked bags beside them.

"Stop shifting around so much," muttered Will.

Rue let out an annoyed sigh, pushing her hands against the car's roof. "The turns are throwing me off balance. I don't have a seatbelt on, in case you didn't notice."

Will wrapped his arms around her stomach. "There. Better?"

"I mean..." Rue wiggled in a manner that felt way more erotic than it should have before relaxing and sitting down completely on his lap. "I guess."

It was better... in all the wrong ways. Will could feel her breathing through his grip around her stomach, and it was strangely ragged and unsteady. Like she was just way too in the moment, way too affected by his presence, which made him hyper aware of her presence, which made his cock...

Shit. Think unsexy thoughts. Think nasty, disgusting thoughts. Oh fuck, not that kind of nasty!

He'd watched one of their neighbors' houses burn down once during his childhood. The firefighters had shown up to try to bring down the blaze, and he'd been fascinated by how persistent the flames had been, seemingly perking up in response to the water. The fire had been so unstoppable, so hot and real on his face, and even though he'd known at the time that what he was watching was horrible for the people involved, he'd been fascinated by the spectacle.

"Would you at least take your stuff out of your pockets?" whispered Rue. "Your phone or wallet or whatever that is that's..."

She trailed off and went suddenly still, like a stunned rabbit. She could feel it, and she'd realized what it was. Will didn't move, bracing himself for her inevitable bratty meltdown.

The car hit a bump, bouncing her upward and surprising them both. She bounced on his burgeoning erection as her body came to a stop, a fact made far more dangerous by the fact that she had a plump, juicy, ten out of ten posterior.

She made this sexy little noise and wriggled, glancing back at him as though the road conditions were his fault. Will put his arms back around her and tried to hold her still as they hit another bump, this one hard enough to force the breath out of Rue's lungs.

She wiggled and bounced even more. His cock was in full-blown hard on mode, and he humped upward into her on total reflex, his mind as fogged over as his loins. Rue rocked back into him with an annoyed little grunt somewhere between ew and oh!

"I have some seltzers in the cooler if anyone wants one."

Jess smiled warmly at the two of them in the rearview mirror and they both froze. For one terrifying moment as Will made eye contact with her in the mirror, he was sure she knew... but no. Her expression was all love, all warmth, so much so that it made him feel even more disgusting and guilty to have an A-grade erection in response to his sister on his lap.

"I'm sure Will does," said Rue. "Bet he's pretty thirsty."

"As though you're not dying to suck one down," he growled, squeezing her knee.

"Shut up!" Rue elbowed him in the side.

"You shut up!" He caught her elbow and roughly pulled her arm back.

Jess laughed and let out a fond sigh as though their argument was just an expression of sibling friction. More like friction next to a pile of primed tinder, friction shooting off sparks at a gas station that missed its last safety inspection.

He ticked off every excuse in the book, from how different Rue was from his memory of her, to how pent up his time had prison had left him, to the stupid fact that the car was overloaded in the first place. None of them changed the facts at hand — she was on his lap, bouncing around, and he was enjoying every second of it regardless of whether he wanted to or not.

"Mom, can you crank the AC?" asked Rue, in a slightly shaky voice. "I'm burning up. Doesn't help that LP is doing his best impression of a heated seat."

"Yeah, well in that case you're a heated blanket that I just can't get off," he said. "Except you weigh a billion times more."

"You asshole!"

She tried to elbow him again, this time on the left side. Will caught her arm like he had before, and predictably, Rue started wriggling again, and then all sanity went out the window.

For a solid minute, they'd jockeyed for positioning, dry humping each other like two coed wrestlers in an erotic grudge match. He was just trying to stop her at first, hold her still, but that only seemed to make her angrier, more dedicated to twisting her hips, almost twerking on his cock.

He humped back in response. Two could play at that game... what the hell was the game? She started bouncing rhythmically, and he caught sight of her smirk in the sideview mirror, lewd and pleased with herself all at once.

"Are you sure you're comfortable?" asked Jess. "You're fidgeting a lot, Rue. I can switch with you, or Avery can?"

"I called dibs on the front seat, but I can take over driving if Rue comes up here," said Avery.

"Hear that, LP?" whispered Rue, in a bratty voice. "All I have to do is say the word and Mom will be back here in my place."

The idea stirred a bizarre mixture of horror and excitement within him. It would probably mean the end of the trip, regardless of how committed Jess was to the family outing. But Rue must have known that too.

He called her bluff. "Go right ahead. At least she doesn't weigh ten thousand pounds!"

"Hey! Quit calling me fat!"

They spent another few seconds wrestling and humping, clothing rustling, skin sweaty. Rue suddenly shot her hand down between her legs, full-on palming his junk. Will froze, shocked at her brazenness, but his jaw dropped open even further as he noticed their mother eyeing them in the rearview mirror.

"Are you alright, sweetie?" asked Jess.

I'm fine, but I think the end of the seatbelt is in a weird spot." Rue squeezed her fingers hard, getting both his cock and balls into the equation in a mixture of pain and pleasure.

"It's on the other side," said Will. "Over here."

He slid his hand up the leg of her jean shorts on the side Jess couldn't see. He noticed how Rue's fingers stilled as he made contact with the edge of her panties, more in tune with how he was teasing her than her own mischief. He also noticed that she didn't stop him.

It was a delirious moment of edging as compelling as it was unsatisfying. Will couldn't properly get his fingers into Rue's panties, and she couldn't do much more than rub at his cock through his shorts. They started dry humping each other again, this time with a breathless, urgent quality, both selfishly bucking for positioning to make the contact more pleasurable.

No way. She's not going to make me blow my load in my shorts. No... fucking... way.

"It's getting cold back here now because of the AC," said Will, voice as normal as he could make it. "Grab a blanket from in back, Rue."

He plucked the button of her jean shorts with a finger from an angle that Jess couldn't see.

"A blanket." Rue let out a subtle moan and rocked her hips. "Bet that would... heat us up really quick."

"I'll just turn the AC down," said Jess.

"Uh, no," said Will. "You don't have to do that."

"It's a little cold up here, anyway," said Jess. "Besides, you'd never be able to find one of the blankets under the weight of all those bags."

Rue let out a disappointed whimper that Will could relate to with every inch of his throbbing body. It was unfair and tragic... and probably for the best. He had a moment of sanity within the bubble of eroticism and acknowledged that the only thing the blanket would have let him do was make a mistake they could never take back.

And then Rue rocked her hips again, and Will squeezed her down on his lap, cock sandwiched in between her jean clad buns. He started bouncing her like he was fucking her, the hand on the far side of their mother's sightline sliding up to tease one of her fat breasts.

There was some roadwork, and the car sped across scarified pavement, the entire frame shuddering like a vehicular vibrator. Will could see Rue's face in the sideview mirror, expression flushed, almost pained, hair fluttering at the edges as he continued to move her up and down on his lap.

"Are the two of you alright back there?" called Jess.

Will froze, or at least tried to, his body still moving in small, horny ways. Rue didn't say anything for a few suspicious seconds.

"Uh, we're hanging in there," he managed. "Rue's bouncing around a bunch, but I've got a hold of her. Nothing crazy."

"Yeah," said Rue, taking a slow breath. "Just a packed ride."

"I'll pull into the next rest stop so we can swap soon," said Jess. "We're near enough to the halfway point. You don't mind, do you, Will?"

Well past halfway. "Sure. That's fine."

It was anything but fine. He needed to get his erection down as soon as fucking possible. Thinking of Jess, his mother, plopping down into Rue's current place sent a fascinating stab of terror through him. It would ruin everything between them, torch their relationship into unsalvageable weirdness. Probably forever. But the thought of it made him so fucking hard.

And it wasn't as though he could simply have Rue climb off him when they reached the rest stop and then walk to the bathrooms in a pair of nylon gym shorts without revealing to both Jess and Avery what he'd really been talking about when he mentioned Rue bouncing around.

He took a firm hold of her waist and, with all the love he could muster as a brother, began fucking her with clothes on. That's what it was — a step above dry humping, horny and desperate.

He felt like he was being greedy, pushy, even, but the noises Rue was making told a different story. She leaned her head around, still breathing heavy, almost but not quite... searching for a kiss. It would be insane, of course, but Will stared at her lips anyway. Thought about her tongue.

Rue leaned back and pinched her thighs together, pinning his cock. Still guiding her with his arms, Will tried to make it so his cock dragged across her pussy with each of their horny, humping movements. The roadwork was about to end. Rue made a little shuddering noise. Will hugged her and rocked upward, once, twice, and one last time.

He squeezed her tight as he came. Rue let out a ragged, satisfied sigh and grabbed the handle above the car door. He got the sense that it was the only thing stopping her from collapsing back onto him.

The pleasure was unreal... and it lasted for all of ten seconds before Will felt the horrifying reality of the mess he'd just made in his shorts. On Rue's shorts, too, with at least one streak of his cum showing against the fabric of the denim. But they were soaked enough even without that.

Rue, infinitely wise as she was, reached forward to the cupholder in between seats, grabbing a seltzer. She fumbled it as she made to take a sip.

"Whoops!" She made a dramatic noise at the mess as she patted his chest. "Sorry, LP."

"It's cool. Everyone makes mistakes."

Rue flashed a teasing smile that seemed to ask was that a mistake, which slowly faded into a more sobering that was a huge fucking mistake frown. He could almost pinpoint the instant the true impact of what they'd done dawned on her, see the switch in her eyes.

The car pulled into the rest stop.

JESS

"I can't remember if Rue eats almonds or not," muttered Jess.

She was standing in front of one of the rest stop's vending machines, arms already bulging with snacks for the car. Rue and Will had, understandably, been eager to get to the bathroom when they'd pulled in after the seltzer spill.

At least they both have a change of clothing. Otherwise, they would make for an uncomfortable ride.

"I think she does." Avery had walked inside with her and grabbed a soda, which she was now toying with but not opening. "Hey Mom. Were you paying much attention to the back of the car at all for the last couple of hours?"

"What's Will favorite kind of chips, again?" muttered Jess. "I think it's some flavor of Doritos but... Sorry, what'd you say?"

Avery opened her soda. "Nothing. Um... I think it's Cool Ranch."

"I think so too."

They waited for several minutes back at the car for Will and Rue to finally emerge from the rest stop. They walked close together with their posture oriented strangely toward one another. Jess was already standing by the backseat door and stepped aside for Will to climb in first.

"This isn't too much of a bother for you, is it?" she asked. "I know how long this drive is. First Rue on your lap, and now your mother. Maybe I should have just flown up after all...."

"Absolutely not!" Will set his hands on her shoulders, smiling as he stared into her face. "I know how much this trip means to you. Even the ride. Let's just settle in, get as comfortable as we can and... hope nothing pops up on the last stretch."

"Okay!"

He climbed into the car ahead of her, and then she settled down into his lap. Almost instantly, she was made aware of the amount of contact between the two of them, even through their clothing. Will had changed out of his seltzer-soaked gym shorts into... another pair of gym shorts. Jess rose up a little, smoothing out her thin summer dress before dropping her butt back down.

"Everyone good to go?" called Avery, from upfront.

"I'm good," said Rue. She glanced over her shoulder, shooting Will an odd smirk.

"We're all set back here," said Jess. "Right, sweetie?"

She touched his knee and felt his voice tickle her neck as he replied.

"Totally."

The car started off, and the reality of what it would be like to sit on her son's lap for the next two hours dawned on Jess. She'd thought of it as a fun little role reversal. How many times had she had him on her knee, or cuddling against her on the couch, as a little boy?

He's not so little anymore, she thought. I already knew that... didn't I?

There were a couple of speed bumps just on the way out of the rest stop and she struggled to figure how to position herself to stay in place as the car went over each one. Will set his big hands on her waist.

"I kept a pretty tight hold of Rue on the first half," he whispered. "I could do that for you, too, if you're comfortable with it."

"Absolutely." Jess leaned back, and her son put her arms around her, and everything was perfect and right in the world. She let out a satisfied sigh and rubbed her thumb across the knuckles of one of his hands. "This is so nice."

"This is better than just nice," said Will, with a little chuckle.

"I love you Will. Let's have a fun weekend."

"Count on it."

She listened to the sound of Avery's music over the speakers, saw the world passing by outside at highway speed, and felt the soft rise and fall of Will's chest right behind her. It was easy to close her eyes, and even easier to fall asleep from there. She felt safe.

***

The car hit a bump, and Jess stirred. She wasn't sure how long it had been, but she was still in the car, and they were still on the highway, so it couldn't have been more than...

What is that? Does Will have something in his... Oh! Oh God!

She didn't freeze, didn't do anything to signify anything that she'd woken up. She felt an entire roulette wheel of emotions, but the one that came out on top was sympathy. To get an erection, in situation like this. He must have been mortified!

He didn't deserve this, not after everything he'd been through. She decided to just stay asleep. To spare him all the unnecessary awkwardness. It wasn't like he'd done anything wrong. She wasn't disgusted or even uncomfortable, really. In fact, it kind of felt... well, a little weird, for sure, but also fascinating.

He's a grown man, and a healthy one. His next girlfriend is going to be a very lucky young woman.

Jess felt her heart swing back toward how proud she'd felt of him earlier, and that sense of adoration burned even harder. He was even still holding her, arms wrapped around her stomach, and... hands resting on her thighs. Had he been touching her there before she'd fallen asleep?

It wasn't an outright grope... well, not quite. She felt like it might be over the line, but it's not like he had all that many other places to put his hands. He probably just set them down and didn't want to wake her up just to ask about nothing.

Will rocked his hips upward, the motion rubbing his erection against the inside of one of her thighs, still holding her so gently as he indulged in the brazen motion. There was only so much she could excuse.

Jess frowned at the edge of her mouth and tried to shift her own hips in response, a warning flex to let him know hey mister, I can feel that. He froze, still all but spearing her with his massive thing. He stayed like that for a couple of seconds before relaxing, returning his arms to hold her around the waist as he had before.

He stopped. Just like that. Maybe I'm overreacting.

She was, but she also wasn't. There was only so much of the situation that even could be stopped. Will's erection was still right there, poking into her, impossible to ignore. Impossible to not capture every ounce of her attention.

Again, Jess felt her anger flare. Had it really been necessary for him to sneak a hump, of his mother, of all people? He'd just gone for it, the little horny bastard, and right on target.

The car went over another bump, and Will's arms tightened around her, holding her steady. She felt a smile pull at the edge of her mouth. She was... still proud of him, somehow. It wasn't that big of a deal. Well, it was big, but...

He must be mortified. Mortified, and suffering. It's still so hard!

She knew it must be torture for him. There was an odd flutter in her own body, unrealized tension with nowhere to go. She'd only been awake for a few minutes. He'd probably been suffering for hours.

Will shifted again, the movement small, not even direct sexual, but dangerous for different reasons. His cock was pressed up so perfectly underneath her. Even just sitting there, breathing, riding in the car was enough to make that odd little flutter spike and her heart along with it.

He was still so hard. Jess blinked, realization dawning.

He'd been this hard with Rue on his lap! His sister! Oh God... Did anything happen?

She'd probably never know. It was hard to imagine how she'd confront him on it, or especially Rue. And they both might well deny it until the end of time. Jess felt like she'd been torn between anger and pride for the past ten minutes, but right then, it was all the former.

She would confront him, but not on just a suspicion. All she had to do was wait for him to get handsy or try humping her again. Or maybe lift her dress up a bit, run his fingers across her bare thigh. He might grab her waist, gentle but firm, and rock her a little, letting her hips do the work.

What are you going to me, sweetie? All of it's wrong and you know it. I need to teach you a lesson.

She waited, still feigning sleep, hyper aware of her son's hard cock. The possibilities flitted through her mind, dry humping, or his fingers slicking into her pussy. A minute or two passed by at an arduously slow pace. She wanted him to hurry up and do it, but it wasn't like his cock had calmed down at all. God, she could still feel it, pressing into her, waiting but not.

"And here we are!" said Avery. "Finally. Mom, are you asleep?"

She almost forgot to feign as though she had been as her eyes snapped over. "Mmm... I'm awake."

She quickly climbed out of the car, flashing Will an oblivious smile. She was still overflowing with love for him. She didn't want to embarrass him if she didn't have to. Not until she knew for sure. There'd only been that one movement in the car that had seemed suspect.

He definitely had a hard on. The rest could have just been your imagination. It's a really tight backseat.

WILL

Oh God... What have I done?

His mother had never been very good at hiding when she was angry, at least not from him. He saw the brittle way she smiled as he climbed out of the car, and it completely toppled his heart over. What the fuck had he been thinking?

It was one thing with Rue, who'd been acting like a stupid brat and was probably less likely than he was to ever speak of it again. Jess, his mother. What the absolute fuck had he been thinking?

He hadn't. Been thinking, that is. She'd just felt so good. Women aren't supposed to feel that good. Women only ever felt that good in his dreams, with emotions flowing like waves, no bounds and all sensation.

The more he thought about it, the dirtier it seemed. He'd completely lost his mind in that backseat and his cock was still throbbing with the echo his mom's ass and pussy against his tool with just a few thin layers of nylon and cotton in between.

The family of four took out their luggage, locked the car, and checked into the hotel. Will felt judged by every millisecond of the silent elevator ride up to their rooms.

"I'm already running a little late for the convention," said Jess. "I'm just going to change into my costume and sneak out the window. Where's the other card?"

"They only gave us one," said Avery. "Were you expecting them to comp us two rooms?"

Jess sighed and shrugged her shoulders. "I put in a request, but I never heard back. I guess we could rent a second room?"

"It looked like they were booked full up." Will glanced at the two beds their room did have, and then at his two sisters and mother. "Uh, I'll just take some pillows and a comforter and sleep on the floor."

She's probably super weirded out. Floor, definitely floor.

"We'll figure it out." His mother smiled back at him, pulling out her scepter and setting it next to her costume's skirt and top. "It's no big deal. I still want to have a fun time this weekend."

"So do I," he replied.

He joined Rue and Avery in their circuit of the hotel room, fiddling with the TV and finding places for their stuff. Jess brought her stuff into the bathroom and emerged as Relic — heroine, role model, sex symbol.

She wore her new costume, different from the old red and black jumpsuits they'd worn as the Crimson Five. He'd seen it before in illustrations, but never up close. The upper half was an alluring and revealing black armored top with a tiny cleavage window that seemed both glorious and totally unnecessary.

A red skirt of the same color red as their old costumes clung to her curves underneath, hugging tight to her hips while revealing an abundant amount of thigh. Her cloak, circlet, and scepter, all hallmarks of the mighty Relic, rounded out the look. Deadly and sensual, powerful and hot.

The change was more than just a matter of clothing and equipment. Jess had her poise back, that unassailable confidence that made what'd happened in the car seem like a distant, fading memory. He could almost tell himself that she'd forget all about the backseat, sitting on his obvious erection, wrong and accidental... but he knew she hadn't.

"I might be back late," she said. "Don't wait up for me. And if you go anywhere, don't stay out for too long."

"We'll probably just grab some food and watch a movie," said Avery, already surfing the channels. "Have fun basking in the attention of your legions of adoring fans."

"There aren't legions," said Jess, smiling. Her expression took on an odd cast as she turned toward Will. "I'll see you later tonight, LP."

"See you later."

She left, and for a few minutes, Will and his sisters just watched TV and recovered from the long car ride. Rue was on the bed next to him, and it almost felt as though Jess leaving only left room for the tension between him and his little sister to burgeon outward, filling the gap.

"Are you guys down for sushi?" asked Avery.

"Sushi's fine by me," said Will. Rue gave a nod but was more focused on the TV and the remote.

"There's a place just around the corner from here but they don't deliver," said Avery. "I don't mind walking to get it. Feel like moving my legs anyway."

"Cool," said Will. "I could get behind that."

He looked at Rue. Was he imagining things, or did she shift under his gaze? She spread out on the bed onto her back, one leg dangling lazily, tantalizingly, off the side. They picked out their orders and Avery called ahead.

"I'll head out now," said Avery. "Should be ready by the time I get there."

Will didn't say anything and neither did Rue.

"Weirdos," muttered Avery. "Anyway, I'm taking one of the keycards. Be back soon."

"Thanks, Avery," said Rue.

She left, shutting the door behind her. The hotel room suddenly felt just as small as the car's backseat had, walls closing in as though forcing Will's body nearer to his little sister.

He knew, somehow, that something was going to happen. It might be something fun, or dirty, or not. She might confront him about their little lap session, even have a complete meltdown over it. There was no telling with Rue, especially now, with him only just getting home after so many years away.

"I'm putting on Outlander," said Rue. "I haven't watched the newest season."

"That stupid historical romance chick flick show?" asked Will. "Vetoed."

"I have the remote," said Rue. "This isn't a democracy."

He grabbed for it, and she shifted backward on the bed, holding it out of reach. They had a little back and forth hand slapping fight as he tried to grab it again, Rue giggling as though it was choice entertainment.

"That show's basically just porn for girls." Will grabbed at her wrist, but she passed the remote to her left hand.

"It is not!" laughed Rue. "It's based on a book series. It's a tasteful romance."

"With a bunch of dudes running around in kilts dicking down the female main character."

"She only has sex with one of them!" Rue fell backward, holding the remote out of reach. "Well, at least in the season I'm up to."

"I'm not watching Outlander."

"I have the remote." Rue jutted her chin out defiantly. "You'll just have to suffer."

She started the first episode and Will winced at the sound of the confident, English accented, female main character lamenting her way through a monologue. He made another grab for the remote, getting a hand on it this time.

"Hey!" cried Rue.

"You said it yourself, this isn't a democracy! Might makes right."

Rue let out an exaggerated cry and yanked back hard, pulling the remote toward her. Will fell forward along with it, half pinning her to the bed as he tried to pry it from her fingers.

"I'm going to put on the episode with the first sex scene and make you watch it," said Rue, voice tinged with her effort to keep the remote from him. "I bet that would sell you on porn for girls. Perv."

"Yeah, I bet you watch that episode a lot, don't you?" growled Will. "Let go of it!"

"You let go!"

They shifted into full on wrestling, the two of them both more serious and into it than the situation at all warranted. Rue had changed into her pajamas upon arriving at the hotel, a massive baggy t-shirt that read "SEATTLE SUPER ACADEMY" across the front that she wore as a lazy nightgown.

She wrapped her legs around his waist in search of a stronger position to wrestle from, and Will felt both the fabric of her panties and the heat of her thighs rustling against his insubstantial nylon gym shorts.

"I'll just take the batteries out so you can't change it!" laughed Rue.

She started prying the battery compartment open. Will pinned her arms. Rue bucked her hips, trying to knock him sideways. He pressed down, and rocked back and forth, and he was still ostensibly reaching for the remote even as the moment rounded a corner.

Rue got that look on her face again, eyes and expressions screaming what have we done, or maybe what are we doing? There was a second layer to it this time, however. Flushed cheeks, lip curled ever so slightly, ever so lustfully.

"Quit... fiddling with the batteries," he muttered, grinding into her. He had an erection. Had that just arrived, or had he been hard for all of their earlier round of wrestling?

"Let me watch my show, you ass!" Rue's nightgown had ridden up far enough to expose the bottom of her bra. She was twisting her hips side to side, legs still in a tight, accidentally sexual grapple around his midriff.

"I'm not going to let you monopolize the TV with your... lady porn," he growled.

Their words were going in pointless circles, but their wrestling was a one-way street. Rue snapped the elastic of his shorts with her free hand and the tiny motion left room for his cock to shift out at a weird angle, still straining against his boxers, but otherwise free.

"Why? Afraid you might like it?" Rue kicked one leg up, almost putting it over his shoulder for whatever weird reason. She let out a feline growl and tried to roll again, one thigh dragging across his boxer clad boner.

The impossible happened — the head of his cock, ever resourceful, slipped out of the fly of his boxers. Will cringed, probably an orphaned impulse, but still real in the moment. He reacted without thinking, trying to hide his now exposed erection by pressing forward tighter against his sister.

Rue's eyes bulged as she felt his naked penis dabbing into her bare thighs, prodding against her panties. Her expression almost immediately hardened back into the guise of a bratty wrestler, but she'd definitely felt it. And it was still there.

"You can't even take a remote away from a girl," she said, smirk returning. "Bet you could learn a thing or two from the Scots in Outlander."

Will pinned her wrist again and started slowly prying the remote from her fingers. "You were saying?"

"No!" With a tremendous amount of hip strength, Rue started bucking upward, bouncing both of them on the bed a few times in the row. It did almost nothing to stop the siege of Will's fingers against the remote clenched in her fist, but their bodies slid together elsewhere.

He felt his cock jab along the crease of her panties, slipping past the edge of the fabric. Rue wiggled and giggled and tried to get her other hand on the remote, and then she bucked her hips again, and then...

Oh fuck!

The head of his cock had just pressed into somewhere wet. Wet, and tight, and glorious, and Rue's eyelids were fluttering, expression confused and dreamy.

"I'm... trying to watch my show," she muttered.

"It's... a dumb show." He sank his cock a little deeper, mouth hanging stupidly open, still in disbelief. Could she feel it? How could she not feel it? Was Rue a virgin? He didn't know, but even if she was, how could there be any question about what had just happened, any question about where half of his cock was currently buried.

"You're dumb." Rue's face was lewd, and her hips were rocking with small motions, whether she realized it or not. "Besides, I still have the..."

He pressed forward, snatching for the remote again. The motion sank his cock even deeper, nearly all the way in, and the fact that he managed to pull the remote from Rue's hand with little resistance barely even registered.

"Got it," he whispered.

"Oh!" Rue grabbed the remote's tip, arm moving with drunken clumsiness. "You... bastard. Give it back."

"No." He pumped forward, the pleasure of her tight, sweet little pussy stealing his attention and breath. "It's mine now."

"Give it to me!" cried Rue. "You jerk, LP! Give it to me right now!"

Oh, she was going to get it, alright. He pulled on both her and the remote, pumping forward, the motion made awkward by the tangle of their limbs and the clothing they still had on. Rue was looking right at him, but still working to keep her expression bratty and combative, playing as though what they both knew was happening was just a joke, just sibling wrestling.

"Got it!" Rue let out a panting laugh as she finally clawed the remote back. "There! Now you... have to watch it with me."

"You want me to watch your girl porn with you?" Will thrust into faster, the bed creaking in earnest now. "Now who's the perv?"

"It's... a romance!" She let out a little involuntary squeal, hips flapping forward in time with his thrusts. "Not like the porno skanks I bet you watch! With fake tits and fake moans and... oh, fuck!"

The show entered a battle scene with clashing swords and popping guns. Will wasn't even trying to be subtle with how he pumped into her anymore, fucking her like a prostitute with a tight schedule. The bed groaned beneath them, and Rue moaned underneath him, and he pounded into her with the intensity she deserved.

You little brat, he thought. Play stupid games, win stupid prizes.

She started making these sexy little noises, almost like a little bird chirping for its mother, or alternatively, an older bird crying out in response to an alluring mating call. Will was rougher than he probably needed to be, but within the bounds. She was his little sister. A brat, for sure, but one he loved. His cute little sister, all grown up now with those plump tits and dick sucking lips and that perfect butt.

She threw her head back, breathing out a silent scream of ecstasy as her body shuddered in orgasmic pleasure. He pressed his hand down on hers, their fingers threading together, and kissed her once on the neck, the first time he could remember kissing her in years, since they were little, even. He hugged her body tight against his, using it for a last few selfish, horny thrusts, and then squeezed her again as he came inside her with the force of a bomb.

He collapsed sideways on the bed, quickly fixing his junk as Rue did the same. Neither of them said anything, and he wasn't sure there was anything fitting that could really be said. Rue frowned and rubbed her foot at an obvious stain on the bed from where their juices had dripped onto the comforter.

"Who's that guy?" he asked, waving a hand at the TV.

"She thinks it's her husband, but it's really his ancestor," said Rue.

"What?"

"She went back in time," said Rue. "The ancestor's evil. And that guy saves her from him. It's... kind of stupid, I guess."

"No," he said. "It makes sense. Kind of."

JESS

The convention was packed. Jess felt out of sorts as she touched down just outside the building but managed a smile and a wave for the flowing crowd cordoned off behind the fence surrounding the entryway.

Just smile and wave, she thought. Worry about being Relic for your fans and you can work through how to be a proper mother later on.

She checked in with Amanda, the convention director, who she'd known for a couple of years, and then with the other superheroes who she recognized. Most of the event was freeform, though she did have a stall where she needed to be for a half hour of official photo taking and autograph signing. The Crimson Five had once shared a team stall, her and Rue and Avery and Halberd and, of course, Will, all treating the day like a family outing.

"What's with the frown?" called a familiar voice. "Was the traffic that bad?"

Jess spun around, managing a genuine smile as she saw her oldest friend, Isabelle, or Invisibella, as the fans knew her. "Izzie! I was hoping you'd make it out for this one."

"I only came because I figured you'd be here." The silver hair woman smiled underneath her black mask, stepping forward to pull Jess into a hug. "How have you been? And what's going on?"

"Oh, jeez," said Jess. "Where to even begin?"

She regaled her friend, who was all but a sister to her and was still referred to as Aunt Izzie by the kids, with a sanitized version of their trip up. She admitted to the seat sharing fiasco, leaving out only how Will had basically humped and groped her, given that she was still unsure of how much of it had really happened, herself.

"Oh!" said Invisibella. "That's... definitely a lot to take. No pun intended."

"Izzie!"

"I'm just teasing you!" she laughed, playfully punching Jess's shoulder. "That must have been super weird."

"A little," said Jess, with a shrug. "I mean, it was definitely weird, but also... I don't know. I feel bad about blaming him for it."

"He did just get out of prison. Who says his body is on the same page as his mind?"

If it wasn't for that one little stolen thrust, that's exactly how I would have read the situation.

"Does he have a girlfriend?" asked Invisibella.

"What? No!" Jess frowned, in part at the way her own heart bucked at the suggestion. "Anyway, I was thinking I'd just... leave him be. Only bring it up if something else happened."

"That seems reasonable."

"I also figured I'd like, test him a little bit, maybe," said Jess. "Give him an opportunity to do something a little over the line and, if he took it, then I'd take action."

Invisibella let out a small laugh but shrugged. "It'll either work perfectly or blow up in your face. Definitely your style."

Jess was about to ask for an explanation as to exactly what she meant by that, but the convention's opening ceremony was underway, and she needed to be on stage. She flew her way up there, dropping down next to Amanda, the organizer, and accepting the microphone as various reporters began asking questions.

"This question is for Relic," said a female reporter with glasses. "Huge fan, by the way. We've all heard the reports of your son Lockpick, the infamous supervillain, being released from prison. Assuming that he is living with you, as rumored, do you have any concerns about his behavior? Or perhaps even your own safety?"

Jess scoffed but forced her tone back to something resembling level. "He's my son. I love him and any concerns I might have are between myself and my family."

"So, you do have some concerns, then?" asked the reporter. "Are any of them related to his rumored involvement with some of the superpowered gang members he was incarcerated with?"

The microphone's handle made a cracking noise as Jess closed her fist around it. She was about to snap out an angry, probably ill-advised retort when a scream came from the back of the convention center.

"It's Copperhead!" cried someone. "We're under attack!"

A malevolent cackle came from the far end of the building. Jess set the microphone back into its holder and took flight, beyond ready to kick some ass.

Will isn't a danger to anyone, she thought. And I'll test him to make sure. Either he'll pass, or I'll help him learn to be better.

***

The fight took only a few minutes, in no small part due to the number of superheroes gathered for the convention. Copperhead, the offending villain, was a fairly harmless super only out to make some noise and inflate his reputation.

Jess arrived back at the hotel after getting a ride through Montreal's beautiful night streets from Invisibella. She waved her friend up and headed up to the room, pausing outside the door. She'd left Will alone with his sisters. A worrying premonition stabbed into her as she settled her hand on the handle, remembering the car ride, Rue on his lap, a fair amount of bouncing around.

She unlocked the door with her card and threw it open, holding her breath. The room was pitch black, and she heard several groans of annoyance as she flicked the light on.

"People are trying to sleep," muttered Avery.

She and Rue, who hadn't woken up, were in one bed. Will was in the other, looking distinctly disappointed as he tossed a pillow to the floor and began gathering up the comforter.

He'd planned on sleeping down there, she remembered. No, this is perfect. Test number one.

"You don't have to do that," said Jess. "We can share the bed. It's more than big enough."

Will shrugged, turning his head sideways with a little smile. "Sure. I won't turn that down."

Jess smiled, executing the next stage of the trap as she rifled through her bag with exaggerated motions. "Oh, shoot. I forgot my pajamas. Is it alright with you if I just sleep in my underwear?"

"Uh..."

"It's not that big of a deal, right?" She gave him a puppy dog eyed look that strode the line between pathetic and seductive.

"If you say so," said Will. "I suppose it'll be fine if we toss a pillow between us."

Let's see how fine it really is!

As it turned out... it was totally fine. Jess fell asleep quickly and woke up the next morning fully rested and unmolested. It was fact which left her feeling surprised and... strangely disappointed. Maybe disappointed wasn't quite the right word, but it wasn't quite right the wrong one, either. She wanted to help Will be better, and to do that, she needed to ammo in the form of misbehavior.

They had breakfast in the hotel's lobby and talked about their plans for the day. Jess had another round of convention stuff ahead of her through into the afternoon, but Will, Avery, and Rue made a plan to walk through Montreal, get lunch, and see the sights.

On top of feeling annoyed about the failure of her test, she was also a little envious of them for getting to spend family time together. It stirred an odd sense of conflict within her, to be worried about Will's behavior and future while simultaneously craving the closeness of their family.

She met up with Invisibella, who'd hooked up with some French-Canadian guy the night before and was gushing out various unnecessary details. The convention was an uneventful stretch of smiling, signing autographs, and saying heroic things.

A little girl spilled her soda while sitting on Jess's lap for a photo. She was gentle with her, but while her skirt was water resistant, her panties were not, and the soda soaked straight through into them. She slipped them off in the bathroom and rifled through her bag for another pair, which she realized, unfortunately, she didn't have.

Good thing my skirt fits me as well as it does. I'll have to go commando until tonight.

Avery called her around three. One of her clients back home had been having issues and she was trying to figure out how to get home. They'd been planning on staying through Sunday, and Jess decided that it made sense to just cut their mini family vacation a day short.

"Alright," said Avery. "Are you done there? I can swing by and pick you up if you are."

"Sure."

Jess met them outside around the back of the convention center, still in costume. She saw Avery in the front seat as they pulled up in the car... and both Rue and Will in back, the former in the latter's lap. She couldn't be sure from the angle, but it looked like their hands were very much in the wrong places. Running over each other's bodies, touching, groping. Jess's mouth thinned into a pissed off-line.

"Rue," she snapped. "You're up front."

"What?" Rue climbed out of the car on shaky legs. "Why? I mean... I don't mind having to share a seat with LP. It's not that big of a deal."

"I just want to make sure that everyone is comfortable." It wasn't really an objection to what she'd just said, but Jess used her no-nonsense, motherly voice, and Rue could only shrug and take the front.

Still in Relic's costume and too annoyed to take the time to go and change, Jess marched to the backseat and narrowed her eyes at her son. "What are you smiling at?"

"Nothing," he said, shaking his head, still smiling. "Maybe we could have an early dinner or go for a walk before we..."

Jess slid into the car, plopped down into his lap, and received all the confirmation she could ever need that something had been happening. God, he was even harder than he'd been last time around. It felt like it was too late to call him out there and then for what she'd seen him and Rue doing when the car had pulled in, assuming she even knew exactly what she'd seen.

You have to play this carefully, she thought. Confront him when you're both alone. He needs to learn his lesson, but not be humiliated in front of his sisters.

"Comfy?" asked Will, in an amused tone.

He thinks this is funny!

"I'll manage!" snapped Jess.

"Alright, seatbelts on, or whatever passes for them for you two back there," said Avery. "I need to get home ASAP. This guy Barnburner is a bit of a mess. He's supposed to be getting sober, but he sometimes falls off the wagon and uses his power in stupid ways."

"Drive as fast as you need to, sweetie," she said. "I'm so beat from the convention that I'll probably pass out as soon we're on the highway."

Test number two. No way he makes it the entire drive without giving me some evidence of bad behavior.

Avery started off. Jess felt rather pleased with herself, at least for the first minute of the drive. She realized, quite belatedly, that it was going to be incredibly hard to properly feign sleep. It was one thing to notice that her son had a full-blown erection, and another thing entirely to plop down on it for a four-hour drive.

With no panties, she realized. Shoot! I really should have just left on the sticky ones.

She tried to shift her skirt down further, but her efforts only wiggled her around on Will's cock, and she almost shuddered when she dropped her weight back down, feeling it prod into her like the tip of a heat seeking missile. The car went around a corner, and Will gently steadied her at the waist, a kind gesture that seemed to prove how easily he could move her around, bounce her around, if he wanted to.

"Anything I can do to make this easier for you, Mom?" he asked, voice a flutter against her ear. His hands squeezed on her waist for a glorious instant, and she had to take a breath before replying.

"Oh, I can handle it, sweetie," she whispered.

Anything you throw at me, I can take it, she thought. Just hurry up. Show me how bad you are, you horny little brat.

She was anticipating it, imagining it, even. With no plans of swapping with Rue this time around, Jess was well aware that she'd be on his lap for the next four hours straight. If he got off to an early start, touching and groping and humping her, how the hell would she manage to endure it?

You're doing this for him, she thought. It's for his own good. Like touching a hot stove as a little boy and getting his finger burned. Come on, sweetie. Hurry up and burn those fingers.

Will held her waist again as they rounded another corner. His hand settled on one of her thighs as the car came to the straightaway afterward, and Jess forgot how to breathe. She wasn't wearing panties, goddammit. He would instantly discover that if he slid his hand a bit upward... and then what?

"We need snacks," said Avery. "And I need coffee."

She pulled into a gas station with the highway on ramp looming in the distance. Will let out a massive sigh and tapped Jess's knee.

"I have to... head in for a minute," he said.

"Okay hun," she said, voice sickly sweet. "Whatever you need."

WILL

Desperate times called for desperate measures. Will rushed into the gas station and made a beeline for the bathroom, fully intent on burning his unwelcome boner out of existence.

There was a line for the bathroom, unsurprising, given how busy the little fuel stop was. He groaned and leaned against one of the coolers. It was really cold, and in a stroke of brilliance, he opened and stood in a way that put his crotch and hips partially inside without being too conspicuous.

It took a solid minute, and it wasn't anything resembling a long-term solution, but he managed to make his first lieutenant chill out in a rather literal sense.

"Hanging in there?" Rue sidled up next to him, ostensibly browsing the cooler next to his. "I bet it's not as fun having mom on your lap, huh?"

"Of course not!" he snapped. "She's my mother!"

Rue held her hands up, seeming surprised by the intensity of his reply. "She seemed awfully determined to be the one sharing a seat with you for the ride back. Do you think she... maybe suspects something? You know, about—"

"About what?" he said, quietly.

"About nothing, since nothing happened." Rue shrugged. "Whatever. Enjoy your little mommy-son cuddle fest."

He tried to playfully slap her butt as she sauntered off, but she was a little too fast for him. Will took another minute to cool his loins, bought a Butterfinger, and headed back out to the car.

His mom was already waiting next to the backseat, still in her hero costume, still with that crafty smile on her face. He got the distinct sense that she was taunting him, flaunting herself, and couldn't help but wonder if it was some kind of game or test on her part.

You're being ridiculous, he thought. She's your mother. She probably just doesn't realize how awkward this is.

"Ready for me to be back on your lap, LP?" she asked him.

"I'm game if you are," he said.

She grinned back at him. "Oh, I am definitely game, mister! Let's try to enjoy the ride."

He blinked, shaking his head a little as he climbed into the car. Did she even realize how she sounded? Probably not, he decided, as she took her time sitting down, shifting this way and that, making sensual little noises. The work he'd done to contain his erection was seemingly being undone in double time.

She was still doing it even as the car started, and Avery got back onto the road. Who the hell takes that long to sit down? She was on his lap, he conceded, and did his best to be understanding as opposed to horny as his cock slowly and steadily began to harden against her like a cobra to a snake charmer's tune.

"You know you can talk to me, right Will?" she whispered.

He put his hands on her waist, groaning quietly as he felt his half-erect member growing against his mom's inner thigh. "What do you want to talk about?"

"Anything," she said. "Whatever is on your mind."

Your impossibly pillowy ass is on my mind, he thought. Along with the way your skirt keeps sliding up each time the car hits a bump.

"You haven't... spoken much about your time away," she continued.

"Not much to say about it." He could feel her voice vibrating each time they spoke, bodies pressed together like sardines.

"Can I ask you about it?"

She rubbed his knee and leaned back, her buttocks briefly squeezing as part of the motion. Intentional? He couldn't tell for sure, and wouldn't assume, but goddamn did it feel good against his cock. The cooling off he'd done at the gas station's freezer felt like a complete joke, almost irrelevant now with his cock stiffening up to and past previous proportions.

"You can ask me whatever you want," he said.

JESS

She weighed her question carefully, not wanted to make it sound like an accusation. She could sense that Will really was doing his best. He'd used the stop at the gas station as an opportunity to calm himself down. He was obviously making an effort to be mindful of his hands.

He might pass this test after all, she thought. Maybe we just need to communicate more?

"Will," she said. "How was prison?"

It all came back to that. Not just being deprived of social contact, with no women as far as the eye could see, but being around other unscrupulous supervillains with questionable morals and dark attitudes. She could feel her son's cock prodding into her, but she would still believe him, drop all of her silly tests and games, if he was simply honest with her.

"It sucked." One of his hands settled on her thigh, fingers digging in a bit. "It really sucked."

"I mean, you can be more specific than that, if you want?"

"About what?" he asked, with a hint of annoyance. "It felt like I had those two years stolen from me. It wasn't a fun time."

"What wasn't fun about it?" She rocked her hips without thinking, feeling so close to him, physically and emotionally. "Just being locked up, with nothing to do?"

"Yeah," he said, voice low in hear ear. "It was hard."

He rocked up to meet one of her motions and Jess almost gasped in triumph. She had him! Just a little more, enough to push them past the point of plausible deniability. God, his cock was like a granite pillar! It was poking right up into her thighs, seemingly sliding her skirt out of the way like an active intruder.

"It must have been so hard," she said. "Not having any control or... anyone to turn to for help."

"I had to help myself." One of his hands was rubbing her thigh now while the other slide a steady much up her side, toward her costume clad breast. He was rocking up, not quite humping her... but what other word was there for it?

"I'm sure you just did what you had to," she whispered. "Sometimes you have to just go with a situation. Let things play out."

"A lot of the other villains were put away by powerful heroines," he said, voice low. "Galaxy Maiden. Invisibella... You."

Jess giggled. "Is that right?"

"So many of the men in there were obsessed with those famous heroines," he said. "The guys with artistic talent would draw pictures to sell."

"...Pictures?" Jess was still bobbing her hips toward his dick with subtle little motions and his words took a second to register. "You mean like...?"

"Some were lewd," he growled. "Or pin up style. Playboy stuff."

"Hand drawn playboys?" Jess tried to laugh, but it came out as a fluttering moan. "Of me and Invisibella?"

"More than just that." Will's hand brushed her breast and speared up again. A full-on thrust, undeniable intent. "They'd draw you gals getting worked over."

"As in...?"

"Sex." He spoke the single syllable right in her ear, wrapping one arm around her stomach to hold her in place while he humped her. "Gang bangs. You, or Galaxy Maiden, or Invisibella, or Miss Mass, faces covered with... well, you know. As though you guys were pornstars."

"Oh." The car felt like a furnace, and Jess felt a familiar wetness between her thighs. How in God's name had she let things slip so far, so fast? She had her answer, didn't she? What was her plan for after Will had... failed the test?

"Do you guys mind if I turn the music up?" called Avery. "These road sounds are killing my ears."

"Turn it way up," said Will. She could almost hear the grin on his face, cocky and borderline evil. The type of grin, say, a twenty something supervillain might get while having fun after a prison sentence.

"Oh, sweetie," whispered Jess, hips still on a different page. "You... probably shouldn't be telling me this."

Then why did you ask him, you silly, meddling woman?

"I was no different from the rest of them," he muttered, fingers grazing her skirt. "I told myself I could separate it all out. They were just crude little prison pictures or comics. It was Invisibella I was looking at, not Aunt Izzie."

"Oh, God!" She moaned again as his fingers traced up her nude thigh. "Will! Sweetie!"

"It was Relic," he growled in her ear. "Not you. Not Jessica Sorling. Not my mother."

She felt his fingers glide across the lips of her wet pussy and understood how much of a mistake she'd made. Except... oh God, this was the bad kind of mistake. The good kind of mistake. The kind of mistake that took willpower to put an end to.

"I traded stuff for the ones of you." He nuzzled his cheek against her neck, still humping her, almost but not quite fingering her cunt. "Told myself at first that it was to keep them from the rest of the perverts. But... I looked at them. I used them."

He slid a finger into her. Jess felt her mouth fall open, felt her hips shift to give him more access.

"They were... just pictures," she managed, forcing motherly authority back into her voice. "This is different. LP, sweetie, what you're doing is bad. So bad."

"I know it is," he muttered. "Fuck, Mom. You're so hot. You're so much hotter than those stupid scribbles."

She felt him grab her waist roughly, urging her up. She heard the snap of elastic, the waistband of his gym shorts.

"Oh, baby," she muttered. "What are you doing?"

"You might want to sit down more, Mom," called Avery. "Road work. Looks like a bumpy ride ahead."

"Yeah, Mom," said Will, so loud it was almost rude. "Take a seat. I got you."

He brought her down, guiding her, not forcing her. His cock found its way under her skirt and pressed against her pussy. The angle was wrong at first, as though he'd underestimated how far leaned forward she was.

No, she realized. As though he forgot you weren't wearing panties!

He must have just thought that they were at a weird angle before, or perhaps refused to believe that his mother, the idolized heroine Relic, would run around like a bottomless skank.

"Fuuuuck," sighed Will.

"Oh, sweetie!"

She leaned back against him. Will held her hands and hugged her, sweet and sour tenderness against the debauchery of the moment. The spell was broken as he let out a rather villainous groan and started rocking her back and forth on his hard, thick cock.

This can't be happening!

"Will," she gasped. "Honey... you really shouldn't be... doing that!"

"You really should be wearing panties," he whispered huskily. "I thought... Well, I guess it doesn't matter now. Jesus, Mom. How are you so fucking tight?"

"Don't... talk about how tight I am." She cleared her throat, summoning her authority. "When we get home, young man, I... you..."

She was in a daze, struggling to even complete a simple thought.

"What are you going to do, Mom?" he said, almost tauntingly. "What's my punishment?"

"Grounded!" she finally managed. He was rocking her by the hips, and fuck... it felt unbelievable. She was moving with him, unable to stop herself.

"Extra chores, too?" he asked smugly.

"I'll work you to the bone!" she hissed. "Cleaning. Mowing the lawn."

"Oh, I'll mow the lawn alright." He groped her tits and planted a wet kiss on her neck. "I can't wait."

"I hope you're enjoying yourself!"

"Mom." He hugged her, still thrusting amidst the gesture. "This is like a dream."

Oh, sweetie!

That strange mixture of pride and fury she'd first felt on the ride up came back with renewed intensity. He was such a greedy little brat... but hadn't she teased him? Hadn't she tested him, and all but led him to this point? She would give him extra chores and a stern talking to when they got home, but until then...

"I thought it would take forever to get laid again on the outside back when I was in prison," he whispered.

"This... isn't you getting laid," she hissed.

"Of course not. This is so much better!"

He bounced her faster as though to prove the point. Jess felt her eyes bulging outward and had to steady herself on Avery's seat. Avery glanced back for a second as Jess's hand brushed her shoulder but didn't seem to notice what was going on. At least, she hoped her daughter didn't.

"You're so fucking hot in your costume," he whispered.

She was bouncing fast now, her nude thighs connecting with his body with lewd little claps. It was like he was indulging in a round of slow applause, among other things, the little cocky bastard.

"I was hoping that I'd end up with some groupies, like some supervillains do," he said. "Never thought my own mother would be at the front of the line."

"Don't... say things like that!"

"Right." He kissed her earlobe. "How about I focus on making you come instead?"

He reached underneath her skirt and brushed her clit. It was like he'd pressed the red button, even just that small contact setting off an avalanche of pleasure through her. It instantly built into a full-blown orgasm, and her eyes fluttered as the pleasure pulsed through her like electricity. She threw her head back and let out a little whimper as she came on her son's cock.

He kept bouncing her, but slowly, in complete understanding of her current pleasurable plight. "I love you so much, Mom."

"I love you even more, sweetie, but when we get home." She cleared her throat and started rocking her hips again in a daze. "Consequences."

"Consequences. Lay it on me."

"You little brat."

The backseat reeked of sweat and cum and sex. Jess found it hard to care as much as she knew she should have, as much as she knew she probably would tomorrow, or had before the start of the ride. Three hours left, at the very least.

He'll come soon, she thought. Things will calm down after that.

Will kept moving her, rocking and bouncing her with his strong arms. When had he gotten so strong? Jess felt another orgasm building, delirious from the pleasure. She tried to match him with her own movements. The game was now to make him come so she could have even just a small interlude of relief from this mind-breaking pleasure. Sex wasn't supposed to feel like this, like an addictive drug with real world consequences, habit forming from the first hit.

"Oh, shit!" he groaned. "Yeah. Just like that."

"You like that, sweetie?" She rested her hands on his knees, twerking her hips.

"That angle... and that squeeze!" He grunted and hugged her again, humping forward, forcing her against Avery's seat. "Oh, Mom!"

She found one of his hands and squeezed it. "It's alright, sweetie! Just... for now?"

He grabbed her waist and took nearly all of her weight as he started leading again, forcing her up and down hard on his shaft. Tiny and not so tiny noises of breathless pleasure escaped Jess's lips. Rue sighed loudly from the passenger seat.

"Pretty bouncy back there, isn't it, Mom?" she said knowingly.

"It's... a rough ride." Jess swallowed and tried to sound like a mother. "We're managing as well as we can."

"Mom!" Will hugged her to him again, hips bucking wildly as he finally blew his load with the force of a gun.

"Oh, Will, sweetie..." She leaned back against him, rubbing his need. She was more than a little glad that he'd come when he did. It would be hard to reassert parental authority if she'd come twice before he'd even gotten off once, she figured.

"Everyone in this car is going to need therapy after this weekend," muttered Avery. "Including me. Especially me."

"Hey!" cried Rue. "That's mean."

Jess let out an embarrassed laugh and snuggled back against her son. "Will."

"Yeah?"

"Remember to bring your laundry to the washer when we get back."

"I did before we left," he said, annoyed.

"I mean the stuff on the floor, not just the stuff in your hamper."

He sighed, but she felt him nod behind her. "I'll get it done."

He hugged her again, and she closed her eyes. It took almost no time at all to fall asleep within his strong, loving arms.