The Protagonist Syst 206 The Newest Wave Part Three

206 The Newest Wave Part Three

I dropped Amy off at ho, only giving her a respectable kiss, because I could sense several sets of eyes watching us. Amy gave

a knowing look and grabbed Vicky before she could assault my tonsils and whispered we were being watched. Vicky pouted at her and sighed, floated over and kissed my cheek, then flew over to the back door and went into the house.

“I'll call tonight.” I promised and Amy smiled and went into the house.

I flew up into the air and out of sight, made myself invisible, and flew ho. My mother was humming happily in the kitchen as she cooked supper and I made sure I made enough noise entering the house and shutting the door.

“It's almost ready, Atlas!” My mom said.

I made myself visible and entered the kitchen, only to freeze when I saw a scene that was a heavily used trope in ani. The naked apron encounter. I had to blink my eyes a few tis to see if it was just an illusion or sothing, maybe a hallucination, and I wiped at my eyes to hopefully clear them. Nope, she was still naked.

“What are you doing?” I asked, hoping my voice didn't sound stressed, because I did not expect to see her like this.

“I'm testing sothing important.” She said and bent over at the waist to get a pan from the oven. It showed her off completely and I ntally noted that she had shaved herself bare and my erection popped right up.

I wasn't sure what to say, until I saw a bit of fluid form on her perfect slit and it glistened in the bright kitchen light. “I don't know what you want

to do to pass this test.”

Instead of standing up, she glanced over her shoulder at

and saw I was hard. “They say you beco a different person after you gain powers.”

“Mom...” I started to say.

“I'm Nostrum when I'm in costu.” She replied.

“You're not wearing your costu.” I told her.

She stood up with a smile on her face and turned around. I caught my breath because her cape symbol was on the front of the cloth, then I realized it wasn't an apron she was wearing and she had tied the stretchy arms of her costu around her neck and the stretchy legs around her waist. The skirt of the costu also covered her from the waist down, giving a great impression of a real apron.

We stood there and stared at each other, neither of us moving or saying anything, then she reached up with one hand and to her back with the other, then with a flick of her hands, untied the makeshift apron and it dropped to the floor.

“Oh, god.” I whispered and stared at her perfect body, my barely restrained erection throbbing.

“That was the right answer.” Nostrum said with satisfaction, then she leapt at

and tackled

to the floor. We bounced once and smashed through the table and chairs, reducing them to little more than kindling. Her lips were on mine and her tongue assaulted my mouth, her hands rubbing

down there and made us both moan.

Nostrum tore the cloth away and slamd herself down onto

as she cried out with pleasure. She almost perfectly recreated what Vicky did to

that afternoon and then she rolled us over and used

like a fleshy dildo. It was kind of eerie and also a huge turn on, because at the mont, she wasn't my adorable mother. She was a hot-blooded woman and she knew what she wanted.

“Please, Atlas! Take the weight of the world from !” Nostrum exclaid and kissed

deeply as she wrapped her legs around

to help pull

in harder.

I didn't really need the encouragent and started pounding her as hard as I could, and she loved it. Her constant moans and orgasms let

know I was doing a good job giving her so relief. I pulled out of her when it was ti to blow and she dove onto

and sucked it all down as she sucked it clean. Her happy and pleased sounds kept

hard and she gave

a very sexy look.

“Guest room.” Nostrum ordered and I picked her up and zood up the stairs and into the guest bedroom. Her hand reached for my erection and she stroked it. “I don't even have to change anything, it's already perfect.” She whispered, wonder in her voice. “It's... almost divine.”

“It is.” I said and kissed her, then I rolled her onto her stomach. I moved down and lifted her hips, then I dug my tongue right into her surprisingly still tight opening and she moaned and had another orgasm. After a bit more playing and a finger or two to tease her, I mounted her and we went at it again, and again, and again.

*

Amy was cuddled in her bed with a lightly snoozing Vicky when her cell phone vibrated. She took it out from under her pillow and answered it. “Heaven's Gate, Angel Alia speaking.”

Vicky woke up at the sound of her voice and chuckled. Amy's face changed from happy to concerned and she didn't speak for a while as she listened to Greg talk. Vicky started to beco concerned when Amy stayed silent for nearly ten full minutes and she moved one of her hands up to give Amy's shoulder a squeeze.

“Did she at any ti call you the man of the house?” Amy asked.

Vicky's eyes widened and she knew what happened. Greg Veder had porked his own mom!

Amy let out a relieved sigh. “It sounds like she's using your cape identities as a coping chanism for almost losing everything in her life.”

Vicky's mouth tried to speak as her mind ca to grips with that. It wasn't Greg that gave his mom screaming orgasms, it was Atlas that gave Nostrum screaming orgasms. By how long Amy was silent, it must have been many, many orgasms.

“No, don't try to confront her about it in the morning. If she's back to being Diane Veder, then you be Greg Veder right back and don't ntion what happened. You need to be careful this afternoon when you both put on your costus, though.” Amy warning him. “Okay.” “No.” “I'm concerned, not angry.” “Your mom still has perfect breasts, that's why.” “Uh huh.” “You did say she would be a combination of Vicky and myself and now you know it applies to her emotions as well.”

Vicky clamped her mouth shut to muffle her laugh. Greg must be having one hell of a ti with her if that was true. Vicky's own libido was through the roof, now that she had soone that could keep up with her, and she didn't have to worry about being gentle or hurting him. Plus, he had the perfect penis!

“No, go right to bed. She might decide to visit and confront you herself.” Amy said and chuckled. “Or comfort you. It's a 50 - 50 shot, honestly.”

Vicky nodded in agreent, because she would be doing that if she had been allowed out past her curfew. He fit inside her so nicely that she wanted him in there all the ti.

“All right, goodnight.” Amy said and hit the speaker button on the cell phone. “Say goodnight, Vicky.”

“Goodnight, Vicky!” Vicky and Greg said at the sa ti and then laughed.

“You're both hilarious.” Amy said with a roll of her eyes. “I'm hanging up now.”

“Thanks, Alia.” Greg said, his voice full of sincerity. “You're the best.”

“You know it.” Amy said. “See you at school.”

“Bye.” Greg said and the call ended.

Amy stuffed the cell phone back under her pillow and cuddled up with Vicky again, her ear enjoying the feeling of her sister's breasts through Greg's pyjama top.

“So.” Vicky said after a minute. “That happened.”

“Yes.” Amy responded and didn't say anything else.

“You're really not angry?” Vicky asked, knowing her sister too well to believe that.

Amy sighed and lifted her head from her chest to look into her eyes. “Maybe a little.”

Vicky didn't ask why and Amy rested her face against her chest again.

“I wanted to be there for their first ti.” Amy eventually admitted.

“And help.” Vicky added, a smile on her face.

“Yeah.” Amy said and felt a kiss on the top of her head.

“, too.” Vicky told her. “, too.”

*

I laid in bed for a couple of hours before my bedroom door opened. I closed my eyes, just in case she wanted

to be asleep, and the woman wearing the sa pyjamas as

entered the room and crept over to .

“Greg? Sweetie?” My mom asked in a whisper. “Are you awake?”

“Yes.” I whispered back and lifted my blanket and kept my eyes closed.

Mom climbed into the bed with

and cuddled in without waiting for

to drop the blanket. She started crying and I hugged her and whispered that everything was going to be okay. She cried harder and tried to apologize for what Nostrum did, so I apologized for not noticing that she needed

like that and doing her right away.

“No, no, no. What we did wasn't normal.” My mom tried to defend herself and bla herself at the sa ti.

“Modern morality, that's been heavily modified to be conservative, agrees with you.” I responded.

“Greg, don't play word gas with .” My mom said with a firm voice.

“Okay.” I said and she sighed with relief. “Mom, we were never normal.”

She gasped and covered her mouth with a hand. “Greg!”

“I love you, mom. I always have. It wasn't until I gained powers that I could admit it.” I said and then sighed. “Dammit, I told Vicky I couldn't tell her I loved her before I said it to Amy, and I just said it to you.”

My mother looked surprised and then blushed. “Greg.”

“Well, I've loved you for longer than either of them, so I guess it's okay. I didn't break my word.” I justified. “I'll tell Amy tomorrow and then Vicky will be waiting anxiously for

to say it to her... and I'll wait until lunch.”

Mom huffed and used the hand covering her mouth to swat my head. “Don't you dare tease her like that!”

I chuckled and nodded. “Fine, fine. The first mont I can get them alone, I'll tell Amy and then Vicky, no waiting.”

“Good.” My mom said and she ducked her head down and snuggled into my chest. “Greg...”

“I know this whole thing has been a lot to accept, mom.” I said and decided to make the offer without waiting for her to think of it. “We can leave things as a cape only activity if you want.”

She sighed and her grip around

tightened. “I don't know if I can handle that.”

I lifted a hand and combed her hair, making her softly moan. “Then we'll take things one step at a ti. It might take ti for you to feel comfortable about how you feel, so I'll let you decide what we do and how far we go.”

Mom huffed again. “How far we go? You lodged yourself into my cervix and we physically can't go farther than that!”

I chuckled at being reminded of that little awkward mont. She was quiet for a second before she softly laughed, too.

After a few minutes of silent cuddling, my mom spoke. “I'm glad you don't hate

for what I did.”

I couldn't let her think like that. “I'm glad you don't hate

for failing your test.” I said and kissed her forehead. “I just couldn't resist you when you fulfilled one of my fantasies like that.”

“One of them?” My mom asked, a thoughtful look on her face.

“I have a list.” I joked and she looked surprised, then she let out a girlish giggle. “Okay, it's a really looooong list. You're going to be so busy!”

My mom laughed and laughed, which was why I said it. She eventually cald down and let out a long relieved sigh. I held her and didn't say anything else. She dozed off almost right away and I closed my own eyes. Tomorrow was her first day out as an official healing cape and I had a feeling that it was going to be a busy one.

*

The Protectorate and the PRT had been having a much easier ti dealing with the cape scene in their various cities. With all the major villains gone, the only ones left were the minor ones, including the rogues and the independents. There was also a huge shuffling of territories when the normal mbers of those gangs didn't have cape backup to help them maintain the status quo.

The PRT handled the capes with experience and handed off the gang activity to the normal police, unless they managed to recruit one or more independent capes or minor villains, then it was still their responsibility to handle the entire gang and not only the capes.

The loss of the Birdcage really hampered their effectiveness as a deterrent, however. The low powered capes no longer had a reason to not keep themselves restrained or held back, because there was no sword of Damocles hanging over their heads. The governnt could no longer threaten to make them disappear if they didn't behave.

Out of all of the criminals, it was one in particular that rejoiced about that. Paige Macabee, the cape known as Bad Canary. She was a singer and had been very popular, thanks to her enchanting voice, then she had an encounter with her ex-boyfriend who was an abusive asshole and wouldn't leave her alone.

He stalked her and confronted her after her last concert, thanks to her manager letting him backstage. He was verbally abusive and tried to assault her physically and she told him to 'go fuck himself'. Unfortunately, her enchanting voice had put him into a very suggestive state and he left, went ho, and cut off his own penis and shoved it up his own butt repeatedly.

When he ca out of the suggestive trance, he had it reattached and Bad Canary arrested for mastering him. Her accounts had been frozen and the news plastered the entire thing across the airwaves. The public had been split over the entire case, too. The problems ca to light when she wasn't allowed to speak, hire her own lawyer, or allowed to defend herself or her actions in any way.

The trial itself was just an excuse to railroad her into being sent to the Birdcage, because she had a 'dangerous master power', and now the trial had stalled because all the people working in the background to have her taken away, her manager, her recording company, the prosecutor, and the bribed judge, no longer had anywhere to keep her secured and they were terrified of her revenge.

They tried to have an inhumane and illegal order pushed through, to have her voice box removed, only for the courthouse to be overrun by her outraged fans and they destroyed everything and kept the judge, prosecutor, and her court appointed defense lawyer hostage until the news crews showed up and the truth was revealed.

Since none of them were capes, the police were assigned to handle things and everyone was arrested, including the judge and the lawyers, and it was all sorted out. It was finally revealed that they had spit all over due process and another judge, a respectable one, handled the case, and dismissed the charges. Self defense using powers was perfectly legal and Paige Macabee was free.

The first thing she did was thank her fans for standing by her, then she sued everyone involved. The sa judge took the case and awarded her 330 million dollars in damages, because she lost all future revenue because of the slander campaign, which the state wouldn't get the taxes for after violating her civil rights.

The recording company tried to declare bankruptcy and went into receivership, which didn't save it, since all its assets and contracts were seized and handed over to Bad Canary anyway. It left them with nothing and then they were charged for fraud and embezzlent, as was her ex-manager. They went to jail and Paige walked away from the whole thing with a smile on her face.

All of her social dia accounts were restored and she posted a single statent on all of them. “I would like to personally thank whoever destroyed the Birdcage. It saved

and gave

my life back. Thank you from the bottom of my heart! Love, Paige.”

As Greg Veder was cuddling with his mother in bed, an anonymous email was sent to her by Dragon about how Atlas was suspiciously busy the night the Birdcage went missing.