"Oh, thank God, honey." Harold responds immediately, relief easy to hear in his voice. "That doesn't matter, all that matters is that you're safe. I'll see you soon, sweetheart." Absentmindedly, she flies across Century City, her thoughts a mess of guilt and lust intermingled.
"I...I don't know what's happening." Harold says, his expression ashamed as she glances up at him in the moonlight. He lies atop her, thrusting his manhood inside her. He'd been filled with worry as she came home, but once she'd managed to convince him she was alright, he'd reminded her of his request that morning, and she'd been too guilt ridden to refuse. Now, though, Harold's cock remains limp inside her. "I-I... It's not you, honey, I just... Can't." Humiliated, Harold pulls out, and the couple fall asleep in awkward silence.
Jenny's eyes close, then open again, revealing Century City's rooftops stretched out over the horizon. A water tower stands ruptured, spraying its contents into a puddle on the roof. Looking into her reflection in the water, illuminated by the moonlight, Jenny sees Psychana, about twenty years older, but still indescribably beautiful. Jenny looks up, as a costumed villain goes flying into the tower, rupturing it further. Darting her head around, Jenny sees twenty vicious looking villains on the neighboring rooftop, a protective instinct flaring up within her as she sees the bad guys surrounding a single tall ebony skinned and lean but muscular man in a hero's skintight outfit, with a youthful but handsome face. Jenny feels an urge to save the hero, so strong it entirely overpowers her reason, but even as she calls upon her psychic powers, the man moves blindingly fast. With psychic force and superhuman strength, the man overpowers his attackers, smashing them into a broken heap of moaning bodies, before leaping across the roofs and slamming a kick into the face of a man trying to sneak up behind Psychana. The protective urge dissipates, and Jenny feels...proud? Yes, she catches herself beaming with pride as she watches the mystery man easily dispatch the last thug.
"You alright?" A pleasant voice booms from the man, as he approaches Psychana, looming over her and drawing her in for a hug. "I thought you were supposed to be training me." He chuckles, and as the blonde nestles her head against his chest, she realises she loves this young man. The idea shocks her - Hammer, Magnus, Duke, Jetstream, they all turn her on, but Harold's her only love, right? Jenny gazes up into the man's eyes as she basks in his embrace, and understands. She loves Harold as her husband, and always will. But she loves her son just as much. Jenny's pulled from her reverie as she feels the massive hard on poking against her thigh, and her not-so-little boy smirks down at her. "If I remember correctly, you promised me a reward for my first bust." Using telekinesis, he lifts the unfortunate villains and drops them into a net they prepared earlier, hanging from a streetlight below awaiting the police. "So, how you going to reward me, mom?" Jenny shudders as he flashes a cocky grin down at her.
Covered in sweat, Jenny bolts upright the next morning. The sun shines through the open drapes, and she hears the soothing sound of Harold's breathing next to her. Looking in the mirror, she sees she's still a young woman - her dream was just a dream. Right?