Mighty Milfin' Mama Rangers 2: Pillow Talk

I’m already back on the Mommy Rangers. Lots of ideas, but as the poll from earlier this month showed, think I’ll stick with introducing the individual moms first before I get much deeper.

Tomoko, aka Ranger T or the thigh ranger, is the stern business-like mom and while not the team leader, she basically is. She runs an office job while hitting the gym and keeping 3 kids in check, so she’s a quick thinker and multitasker on the battlefield. Of course, sometimes her husband needs some attention too. When those times come around, she’s always got her part to play as a hardcore dominatrix in the bedroom.

Tomoko shot across the front of the temple as the sun went down behind the horizon. She ducked under the swinging axe of the latest Death Ogre that Queen Mystera had summoned, even if its blade just sent sparks off her supernatural armor. With a burst of superhuman speed and strength combined with her yoga class’ flexibility, Ranger T whirled on one booted heel and swung the other into the monster’s chin. Her long, bare legs were shown off by her orange outfit’s high cut around her thighs and groin.

The big green monster went shooting into the air like a rocket as the fit and business-like milf called out to her fellow H.O.T. Rangers.

“Now, ladies!” Tomoko ordered. Ochako and Haruko leapt in from either side flanking the overgrown beast. Her teammates and fellow milfs conjured a protective glow around their biggest curves as the monster’s head was suddenly squashed between Haruko’s breasts and Ochako’s ass that protruded from their spandex.

“Applebottom Blast!”

“Marshmallow Heaven Burst!”

Their attacks nailed the popped-up creature, briefly smushing its ugly face between their curves before it blew up into sparkling energy and a mess of dark ooze.

“Impossible! Do you know how long I worked making that one!? There was so much evil juice in there!” Queen Mystera snapped. She stomped her high-heeled boot, getting her corseted bust wobbling. “I’ll get you next time, you gorgeous do-gooders!”

“This is why I always like beating her,” Ochako said as she landed from her massive leap. The villainess vanished into her usual veil of shadows. “She always has such flattering taunts.”

“Plus saving the world,” Haruko added. “I think. She’s never very clear about her intentions.”

“And we stop her every time. Let’s keep it that way,” Tomoko reminded them. She touched her hi-tech belt and conjured a clock in front of her. “But we should get back home. I told Takashi I was running late at work.”

“Oh! I left dinner on the stove!” Ochako gasped before leaping several miles away in one jump.

“I’ll see you next time for brunch,” Haruko said with a wave. “Or next time a demon attacks the planet.”

She shot off at super speed before Tomoko let herself bound away. She was a businesswoman, stricter and in better shape than her teammates. She had a strong sense of discipline, and she felt like she needed it in order to keep up her busy schedule. Between her job, husband, exercise routine, three kids, and blowing up the occasional invading monster, she had a lot of balls to juggle all at once.

She landed on her porch and disabled her costume, returning to her work clothes of a long but tight skirt and jacket over her blouse. She adjusted her glasses before stepping into her home.

“Sorry I’m late. The Amagashi reports has been a real handful lately,” she said, setting down her briefcase and losing her jacket. Her kids were already digging into their curry and rice at the dinner table as her husband set aside his apron. Tomoko raced past the row of her children, planting a quick kiss on each of their heads. Her teenage son Takashi sighed at the attention but her younger son and daughter giggled at the attention.

“I held them off for as long as I could,” her husband chuckled. Daiki was an incredibly reasonable man. He was of slight build and plain features with short dark hair, making him an ideal househusband as far as Tomoko was concerned. He had resigned to the duty when the kids became enough of a handful that only one could keep their job, and she was the moneymaker of the two.

Tomoko planted another quick kiss on his cheek before taking her seat. She didn’t bother to serve herself, checking her phone as her husband dutifully filled her dish. There was no question about who wore the pants in the family, and it was the woman in the business skirt.

The brunette caught up with her kids’ days, listening intently and making the occasional hasty reply to an email. She worked around the clock to maintain her figure and many duties, but she always made room for her kids in her schedule.

“They must be really busy,” Daiki pointed out. Tomoko snapped out of her professional mode and quickly turned off her phone.

“Seriously. I’m dealing with monsters out there,” she sighed as she finally put away her phone. It had to recharge sometime, after all…

“I’m sorry. Things have been unbelievable. Leaving it at the office for a while,” she insisted. Her husband smiled and patted her on her freed hand.

“It’s alright. You do a lot to keep this family afloat and we love that. You do whatever you need to, dear."

It was the other reason that Tomoko had wound up marrying Daiki. He was so selfless and caring, and knew just the words to soften her strict and overly focused heart. 

"I'm sorry, sweetie. I've been working myself sick with all these pet projects," she admitted. There wasn't much for them to do for a night alone with all the kids around, but...

"You three? You're going to bed right on time tonight. No begging for extra video game hours, no complaints. If you behave, I'll let each of you buy a new game this weekend."

The kids perked up at the offer, especially knowing that their mom was a shrewd negotiator from work. They were quick to agree as they went back to their food.

"There. Now we've got plenty of time to snuggle up and rewatch our favorite movie." Tomoko put a hand back on her husband’s and kissed his cheek.

"Eew! Gross!" Miko blurted, getting her equally childish twin brother to make gagging noises. 

"There's nothing gross about being in love. You kids will know that someday," their father assured them.

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"On your knees, you disgusting worm!"

Tomoko had stripped out of her work clothes to just leave her underwear and stockings, bringing the riding crop out the discrete box in the back of the closet for the special occasion. She'd put on a small eyemask to top off her queenly look, a few small feathers lining its top.

She was a woman who liked to be in control in general, and it had been an unexpected surprise to find out her husband was the biggest sub she'd ever heard of when it came to the bedroom. Tomoko could easily get too caught up in her work to take care of her husband's needs, and when that happened, she went hard on him.

"Yes, mistress!" Daiki mewled. His hands were already bound behind his back as he dropped to the floor, his face already in a blissful smile. It was impossible to doubt the blushing, bound husband was having the time of his life. She cracked her crop against his ass, already stripped naked like the animal she was treating him as.

"Of course you would love this, you pathetic piglet! Lick the mud from your queen's feet!" she demanded. She shoved her foot into his face, getting him to let out a deep groan and rubs his face against the stockinged sole.

"Yes, mistress! Thank you, mistress!" he ranted as he licked her sole and sucked her toes.

"Be careful, you clumsy idiot!" Tomoko swung her crop to snap it across his thighs, switching her grip and cracking it across his ass for good measure.

"Those leggings are worth more than your pathetic life, you limp-dicked piece of shit! You dare think you're worthy to cum inside your mistress?!" she demanded from the man who had fathered her three kids.

"Never, mistress! I'm only here for your pleasure!" he praised as he serviced her other foot.

"Exactly! You, uh..."

Tomoko's mind raced for a moment as she drew a blank. What was something Mystera would yell at them in the heat of battle...?

"You useless little toad! What a pathetic minion you are!" She lashed his ass once more, getting the man to moan around her feet. He was already incredibly hard from her intense treatment.

"Now lay on the bed, you naughty little bitch! Clearly mommy's going to show her husband who's the man of the house!"

Daiki couldn't obey fast enough as he climbed into bed and laid on his back. His wife climbed in after him, making a show of wiggling her hips and of course, crossing her meaty thighs that had become her trademark as Ranger T. None of them knew exactly what the alien tech they'd found was for, but it sure knew how to pick out their most attractive features.

Tomoko finally sat on his chest, using him as her personal furniture as she wrapped her legs around his cock. The erection stuck straight up as she squeezed it between her soft but strong thighs. 

"You like this, you pathetic manslut?" she purred as she tightened and released her thighs like a slow motion rubbing. 

"Yes, mistress!" Daiki repeated in a needy moan. 

"Are you ready to cum for your mistress?" she chimed, mockingly prodding the tip of his dick with her crop.

"Yes! Yes~!" 

"Hohoho! Well too bad!" she cackled theatrically. She unclenched her thighs and turned around, facing him and trapping his cheeks between her legs. She squeezed them tightly together like she was working on the thigh machine at her gym, quickly turning his blissful face a deep shade of red. 

"You're here to suffer for your mistress' amusement! For my pleasure, not yours!" Tomoko taunted. She snapped her riding crop across his stomach and thighs, temptingly close to his cock but not quite connecting with it. It kept him rock hard even as she squeezed his neck and face hard enough to limit his air supply.

"You hopeless, miserable little bitch," she hissed with a wicked smile across her masked face. "I think it's time I rob that pathetic excuse for a dick of yours of what little manhood it has left..."

With a more precise swing, she snapped her crop on his balls. Daiki gave a deep moan with what little air he could gather, thrusting his hips upward at the intense burst of pain. One more crack of her whip and her lightheaded husband shuddered and came over his stomach.

"There's a good pet," she cooed, keeping her legs locked around him. She rubbed the silky stockings against his cheeks, savoring his look of mindlessly masochistic bliss between her legs. 

He was too lost in the afterglow to notice, but Tomoko heard the soft clicking of their doorknob. 

"Mommmm? I can't find Muu-chan..."

Tomoko's dominating confidence vanished in a second as she made a snap decision. It was the same sense of action that had saved her company and the skin of her teammates, but now it was just to pull the blanket up over her and her husband's lap. Mako, one of the twins, poked her head in sleepily to see her mom sitting just beside her dad with the blanket pulled up over her nearly-naked chest.

"Oh I'm sorry, sweetheart~!" Tomoko said quickly. "She must still be in the laundry. Did you check your hamper?"

"No," Mako admitted before starting to take in the scene. "What are you and daddy doing?"

"We were just playing, sweetie," Tomoko explained with the same sharp instincts. 

"Oh... is that why you're wearing a mask?"

So she couldn't think of everything in that instant.

"Exactly. Mommy and daddy were just play-fighting. We were superheroes and I was being a bad guy. Like in the cartoons."

"Oh. Then why is daddy losing?"

Tomoko pursed her lips at her child's persistent curiosity. 

"He's not losing. He's just tired from my evil tricks. But he'll win in the end. The good guys always win, right?"

"Yea," Mako admitted, which made Tomoko smile a little to hear. One more reason not to lose the good fight with her fellow rangers.

"I'll check the laundry then. G'night. I hope you win, daddy."

"I already did, sweetie," he answered, almost completely buried in the blankets and a post-orgasm haze. Mako shut the door behind her as she left and Tomoko gave a sigh of relief. She slid the feathered mask back off.

"Playing superheroes," Daiki chuckled. He rubbed a fond hand over Tomoko's thigh. "If you were a superhero, I'm sure you'd whip all the villains into shape in no time."

"I'm sure," she laughed back with a playful smile. She started to undress to change into her actual pajamas. He gave her ass an affectionate squeeze before going to his drawer to do the same. 

"But for now, I'd leave the actual defending to the Hot Rangers. They actually know what they're doing." 

He couldn't see her purse her lips as she left her back to him.