Conquering the Cafeteria [-Part 3-]

Mystique licked her lips as she gazed upon her final target. A simple tech store that holds the last piece to her ongoing mission. Her disguise as a simple blond bimbo who has no idea what she is doing in a tech-savvy place like this will serve to have all the horny teens at her beck and call. She made sure she had a low cut top and tight legless shorts to make sure her accented curves will be used to their highest ability.

Erik sent her out half a year ago, and she very much needed the change of pace. With all the men in her group, their disorder, and chaos. She loves her leader and would follow him to the unknown and time without a second thought. But goddammit does he have a bad habit of allowing any disgusting smuck with a vendetta to join.

And thus, simply sitting in wait, honing her skills, and preparing for the next task was a whole mission in and of itself. She couldn't even count the number of times Toad ate her leftovers without having the gall to ask beforehand. Most of the time, she wasn't even planning on having it, but asking first would at least...

Fuck!

They get on her nerves.

This was a nice change of pace. And for once, an actual challenge. She had to use her abilities and skills to the best of her ability here; in fact, she was nearly caught on multiple occasions. A few hours ago, infact! Scott and Jean were meer feet away from her. The only reason she got out of that situation unscathed was because of Erik's intervention. Yet another reason why she can put her whole trust in that man, he's allowing her to accomplish this mission on her own; but when she does need assistance, he is willing to lend a helping hand.

Now, what strings he had to pull to get M.O.D.O.K to serve as a distraction was beyond her. But regardless of, however, he managed that. She is now one step away from succeeding in her six-month-long venture. One more piece is needed for the event to begin.

What Mystique failed to notice was Wanda and Pietro Maximoff, who were stationed on the roof of a far off building. They were patrolling the tech store for over an hour, waiting for transforming mutant to show up.

"Wait..." Wanda put her arm up to signal her brother's attention. "I sense her... She's here. Tony was right."

"Oh, thank the lord, we've been here for so long I half thought he was wrong and refused to admit it." He zoomed up and snatched the binoculars from her grip. "Where is she..."

Wanda went silent to focus for a few moments with her eyes closed shut. "She's... She's the blond one. Yes... Yes, that's her! Call Tony, tell him we're on the move."

Ughhh

Fuck

I could go on like this all day. Honestly, I can! Doubt me? You do realize I still have yet to consume any form of reasonable substance. And tits don't count!

Somehow, someway, I'm running strong, and this sex train ain't about ready to stop.

Speaking of stopping-

"Okay, Mom, stop." I placed my hand on her forehead to hold her back, at this point, she came to the conclusion that I wouldn't let her stop anytime soon. So she continued to kiss my shaft without me having to tell her to do so! But after the twentyish kiss (I lost track after the fourth one) I was ready to go on with something else.

And no, not a blow job, even though yes, we're both in the perfect position. With my ass splayed on the table, presenting my member out before her like a pristine meal on a platter... I could lean her head down and...

Nah, no blowjob.

I swiped my legs to the side and hopped off the table. "Mom," Resting my arms against the table, I leered towards my mother in a way no son ever should. "It's normal for you to eat every meal in nothing but your bra and panties."

It was difficult to read the emotion behind her blue eyes, but Mom did tilt her head slightly to the left as her new reality shifted into place. I wonder how long it takes for these powers of mine to kick in? Anyhow. She began blinking rapidly and quickly jumped up from her chair, causing her massive mounds of milk on her chest to bounce hypnotically. "Oh my! You're right! I'm so sorry I don't know what I was thinking." She looked to be genuinely distressed, and in a bout of confusion. I was just as confused; she should be stripped out of her clothes right now. Or at least, in the process of doing so.

"You gonna take your clothes off?" I asked Mom a question that I never have even dared to mutter under any circumstances more than a day ago.

"I... Well, I already finished my meal, so now there is really no point..."

"Are you seriou- I- Look!" I pointed to the floor where I knocked the tray that was situated before her moments earlier. "There's a cup of jello, you ain't done eating yet!"

"I'm obviously not going to eat that off the ground."

"Yeah, you will because you normally eat food off the floor!"

"I do..." Mom agreed, "But I'm not even hungry at the moment so-"

"Don't worry, Mom." Imogene interrupted from the other side of the table. "He's just perverted and wants to see his own mother in her bra." She rolled her eyes and went back to texting on her phone.

"Hey! You can't take the high ground when you'd give anything to drop on your knees and smell my meat. Honestly, that's just as perverted!"

"No, because it's a normal thing to do!" She countered my logic with her own twisted form of reasoning.

"Yeah, well, it's normal for you to be a massive pervert. More perverted than me!"

Imogene's pinkish lips were locked and loaded with a pre-loaded remark. But she wasn't prepared to have her entier personality uprooted and shifted into something new due to my impromptu sentence. Her eyes clouded, and her mouth dropped open, letting out a light breath of air.

"Ya'know, he's right, Mom." Imogene bit her lower lip and looked towards our mother with newfound hunger. "You probably should take off your clothes, you aren't done eating after all."

"No, I am. Look, I'm sorry for not doing so before, but now there's no need too... Ohh... Ahh!" Mom's sentence was cut short by her own moan. She clenched her thick thighs together and shoved a hand between her legs. "Young lady! Are you using your abilities on me!?" Mom removed her hand from between her legs and noticed a small layer of moisture that reflected in the light.

"No Mom." Imogene mumbled with bottom lip still clenched. "Must be Jane making your horny and stuff."

I was standing back, watching this series of events that I built up, unfold before me.

Mom looked at her wet finger for a few lingering moments, she shifted her sticky fluids between her didgets. She frowned and wiped the moisture on the side of her pants. "Don't be ridiculous! This is clearly you, I'm not an idiot! I've told you before, never use your powers on me, your father, or your brother!" Yeah, well, she has ''pranked'' me with her abilities multiple times in the past, so I'm not sure if she has followed Mom's rule to the letter.

"Yes, Mom.." Imogene looked down, with a genuine look of disappointment on her face upon realizing that she has to obey Mom's orders.

Hmm, I wonder.

I walked over to Imogene and reached a hand down to pull her the neckline of her top forward so I could gaze directly down her shirt. Mhmm... I stuck my hand down her shirt while she was still looking down so she could see my every action.

Mhmm.

Yep.

I see.

I truly did turn my older sister into a pervert. Her nipples are as hard as ice, I determined while brushing my hand against her tit. I had to dive into her bra to cop a feel, but she was indeed aroused. Okay, I'm going to help her out. Because I do think I made normality at one time that caused all young women to obey their elders. That includes Mom, even though she isn't even old, all things considered. I licked Imogene's cheek and then whispered into her ear while my hand was still groping her tit. "Don't worry, I'ma do you a solid sis. Don't you remember it's normal for women to not realize you're using your powers on them? So what if Mom said you can't **** your power, she won't even know you're using them."

Imogene grinned and licked her lips. I couldn't help but twist her head towards me and suck on her lips for a few seconds before releasing her, causing a loud slopping sound.

Stepping back, I noticed Imogene had an intense gaze set on Mom. Aw shit, she must be using her abilities on her. And Mom isn't reacting in the slightest! But she is slightly shifting in place, with her thighs moving against each other ever so subtly.

Okay, I think it's time, and my new perverted sister can help me out in the fun.

"Mom, stop trying to get out of it. You're going to be topless in this place, whether you like it or not. It's normal for you to stand up and remove your pants and shirt." I grinned as she stood up as if on cue and began shuffling with her shirt. Jesus, something as simple as controlling the person who brought me into this world, is stimulating, to say the least. She's like a puppet in a play, and I'm the fucking puppet master! "Imogene, you wanna take off your clothes too?" I turned towards her and grinned, If she's even more perverted than me, I already know she'd be down to clown in any way I want.

"Sure," She shrugged, with a half-smirk plastered onto her face. "If Mom's doing it, why not."

Mom was leaned forward and in the process of removing her geans. Her massive bra-clad tits were hanging in the air, the bra stranging to keep them from exploding out.

"Hey! Mom, wait! Stay like that!" I stopped her and shuffled around so I could admire her juicy peach-shaped rump. I came out of this at one point... Yum... I slapped her buttocks hard enough to leave a slight red imprint on her otherwise creamy white rump. "Alright, you're good."

Mom looked back at me from over her shoulder, with confusion adamant on her face. "Okay, Dear," She eventually said, as if wondering why I was making such a big deal over slapping her ass.

"Hey, Imogene, you know it's normal for women to slap Mom's ass as a form a greeting right."

"Yeah," She licked her lips, her gaze transfixed on her mother's figure.

"Well, do you also remember that you can slap her ass whenever you want, and she isn't allowed to rebuke you for it?"

"Why would I forget!?" She said with a smile as she moved around to Mom's side of the table.

Alright, alright. I'm about ready to fuck, but... Glancing behind me, I noticed that the line of chicks behind Storm was beginning to die down.

Ooo shit, I winced as the 6th to last girl who I recognized to be that Negasonic chick, slapped Storms bare black ass with enough **** to echo across the room. Her exotic bubbly booty jiggled like jello as Negasonic turned to go back to her table, and the next chick got in position.

Once Storm's done, she's going to come over and tell me how many bitches spanked her dark-skinned ass. I could drag her into some more sexual fun or let her go to that meeting she's clearly late for.

Slap!

"Oah!" Mom moaned.

I looked back to see Imogene has spanked Mom with a fair amount of sexual energy. And she had her hand raised for round two. God, I love this new Imogene, she's a sexual deviant in my own image.

True beauty if I've ever seen it.

Scott all but gave up in his efforts to stop his wife from going down on her busty rival. "Hey... Jean..." He half-heartedly groaned with his chin on his hand as he watched the event before him.

It was honestly pretty hot, two beautiful women were on the floor with their faces between each other's ass cheeks. They were literally eating out each other right in front of him. Like- W- What's a man supposed to do, sit there and do nothing!? Because that's what he's doing...

He was aroused, very much so. But if he were to stroke to this, when all's said and done, Jean would not be the happiest wife in town. And it's not her fault she got into this mess, it's simply bound to happen when two women argue for an extended period. What can she do?

Vroommft

"Sorry I'm late. I was..."

"Huh?" Scott raised his brow and spotted Rogue, who was taken aback for a good reason.

"Oh, it's not what you think, they just got in an argument and..."

"Oh, thank god." She placed a hand on her breast and let out a sigh of relief. "I thought it was something else..."

*BAMF!*

Kurt's slender figure appeared in a sudden gas of blue smoke, sending Rogue into a sudden coughing fit.

"Greetings! I have w- O- Oh! Oh, goodness, my! What-"

"They got in an argument, and now they're having wild sex... Am I going to have to explain this to everyone who walks in here?"

"Ack, ack, ughh..." Rogue stammered through the blue smoke that was still in her lounge. "Y- Ack- Yeah! Without that information, this would be something totally different."

"Mhmm." Kurt agreed.

"I smell something.." The door to the conference room slid open, and Logan came walking in, "Holy shit! What the hell did I miss?"

"Ughh..." Scott groaned. "It's not what you think. It's just..."

"Well, I think I just saw your wife lick the ass of another woman. Oh look, she's doing it again. And again... Fuck she's really going at it, she's licking and licking like a fucking toddler at an icecream polar. Clearly, you don't satisfy her enough."

"Th- They just got into an argument! Jesus."

"Shit for real? I thought Jean was better at staying out of those, well dam. Looks like your woman has been tainted."

Scott sighed and leaned back in his chair.

How many more people are coming?

Holy shit, I was hard!

My cock, my balls felt like they were basically pulsing with blood and cum! Okay, that sounded gross. But it was true. I was so horny, the feeling had been increasing for a while now as I exercised my complete control over everyone around me. But now it felt like it had reached some new mountaintop of lusty power and I was so so ready to lay some pipe...

You'd think I hadn't spent the day cumming my brains out!

That was pretty weird, well until you realized I was the center of a Venn Diagram of mutant ladies sending out lust

vibes all day long: Imogene, Jane, and my all-powerful secret Santa lady...

I couldn't help but tug on my lengthy prick as I turned my eyes to my thong and bra clad busty-as-fuck sister slap and grab and stroke mom's silk panty covered buttocks. I mean not only did mom's meaty cheeks gyrate vigorously, but so did her huge boobs, and Imogene's shook and swayed too. It was a fucking feast of soft, lush plush nubile female flesh wiggling for my appreciation, executed in my direction...

My eyes somehow slipped off of their slightly incestuous erotic tableau to Storm's spanking line in the near distance. Was that Imogene-no, my sis was right here taking advantage of my mom's thick, literally spankable ass. No, that was just another girl with pink hair and pointy elf ears. This one was wearing a short pink skirt, a black t-shirt with torn-off sleeves and- oh yea, some iridescent purple, blue, and pink dragon-fly-looking wings. The fact that they were fully functional was made perfectly clear as she took a few steps back and ran forward with a brilliant smile, and she smacked Storm's ass while shooting up into the air a bit with blurring wings.

"Hey. Hey. Hey, Hey." I spoke absently as I smacked Imogene's left butt-cheek with my dong, her green and white striped g-string doing nothing to protect her slim little buttocks from my annoying butt pitter-patter.

"What?!" She pulled back, looking at me with irritation for only a second before it melted away into a saucy grin and a wink.

I stretched out my hand and pointed at the giant-size fairy girl, "Who's that?"

Imogene turned to look, allowing mom to slip out from her grasp and take a seat. My sister's hands slipped down to squeeze her hips as she hopped them against my dick as she looked. Her hands grasped her own ass, fingers digging deeply into her taut flesh as she did so, "Oh that's Megan! She's a junior, and she's got wings obviously so she can fly. And she also has magic pixy dust that makes you trip balls!"

"Uh... okay, why does she look just like you?"

"I don't know!" She said forcefully, only to immediately walk it back, "Well, when Professor McCoy sequenced my genome, he did say like a quarter of my mutated DNA was identical to Megan's... so I guess that's why..."

Jerking my dick like a loon as I stared at her from afar, I uttered, "I'm so going to fuck her..."

"Yea, you are, you fat-cocked, stud!"

Ah! Fuck! I bent over and wheezed in response to my total bitch of a sister suddenly lightly but still very firmly slapping my balls, "IMOGENE! Whatthefuck!? Mom!"

"'Gene! Don't slap your brother there! What's wrong with you? Apologize! Now!"

I winced and held my poor poor testicles, "Fuckfuckfuck, why'd you do that? And in front of all these people?" I sat down gingerly, noting my erection thrusting out of my lap hadn't been the least put off by the heinous attack.

Imo' was without the slightest bit of apology in her voice as she said, "Sorry. Well, you shouldn't have had those big nuts of yours out if you weren't going to do something useful with them like delivering a hot load of cock-sauce to my pussy! Seriously, I'm the one you should be fucking!"

I shook my head and stared into space. Really thinking I've failed with the whole keeping my sister sort of normal and just partially perverted thing. As my underwear-clad mom managed to escape her similarly clad daughter's happy slap hands, I appreciated the moment. Just sitting here with my pants down, big'ole dick just waving in the non-existent breeze. Looking around, I jerked off in a totally cool and suave way. As far as I could tell, it was working. Plenty of people, mostly dudes, were looking this general direction, and no one was giving me any wide-eyed looks. Probably my hot-ass fams were the reason for that but still...

Also, I was getting a few looks from some slightly older attractive females who were definitely just looking longingly at my dick with a sort of interested and definitely impressed manner. One of them looked familiar... Oh yea! That Libby chick! The tiny hot blonde with super strength who was apparently a Mean Girl queen or something. I sort of held out my dick at her and winked. She sort of watched before looking back at her clique of lady friends and talking.

Was that a rejection?

Whatever.

I looked back over in the other direction. Storm only had two girls in line now, so that fun little time was coming due soon. Pretty excited about that. Damn, I wanted to stick my fat dick into something! Holy shit, how many women had I straight fucked today?

"Uh...me, Imogene, Jubilee, and Ellie... did you do Miss. Braddock in her office? No? Okay, Ms. Monroe, Illyana, so that's seven! Right?", said Jane from between my legs on her knees and chowing down on a mozzarella stick.

Shit, did I ask that out loud? Still-

"Seven? Fuck, I'm a stud..."

"I mean..." started Jane taking possession of my dick,

"You've got the biggest cock, and you get it up repeatedly in a shockingly short time-span, so... yea, you are, master... Here." she gestured at a plate filled with mozzarella sticks on the table, "I brought you food. Eat. I'll blow you while you do. That's fun, right?"

Mom glanced at the plate and frowned at Jane, "That's hardly a balanced meal." Really? She was criticizing her for that and not offering me a blowjob in public? Heh. I was never going to get over how hot it was that I'd molded my own mother's common sense into this perverted mess of a thing.

Jane didn't bother to respond as she was too busy with her hands on my dick, rubbing it all over her face before she looked me right in the eyes and slowly let her mouth sink over the top. Imogene sat down beside me and watched closely even as she rubbed pussy through her panties like the complete pervert I'd made her, remarking, "Whatever. That's not why she picked it. She wanted something quick and easy to eat while he's fucking. Otherwise, Axel'd never actually eat, just mindlessly pump away at all of the available pussy and starve to **** like those mice in that experiment where the scientists hook their brains up to an electrode that gives them a pure dose of pleasure and they lose interest in doing anything else."

As I finished consuming one of the delicious sticks of breaded cheese, I said, "What? I'm not an idiot. I'd have eaten eventually. But seeing how I have such a great sex-****-GIRLFRIEND, actually, it's not an issue. Thank you, Jane. I love mozzarella sticks!"

Imogene's hand was inside her quite obviously soiled panties, "She knows. She grilled me on every last stupid detail on you earlier. Do you know how fucking weird it is that my best friend is my little brother's sex-****?!"

Jane popped off my cock to declare with a raised finger and a fake valley-girl persona, her pink face cocked, and her lips slightly pursed, "What? Like- There's nothing little about MY master! Get it right."

Imogene rolled her eyes even as she leaned in, big titty cleavage growing in my view, as she watched my dick gradually disappear into Jane's mouth. She couldn't take it all obviously, but she put in an effort like a champ, slowly letting it out and then back in again, bobbing her head as I dipped my stick in marinara sauce and took the edge off my hunger so I could focus on more important things like fucking and manipulating the minds of everyone around me. My mom had her phone out, either texting dad or aunt Lori.

A thought occurred to me. Wait... "Hey how do you even know about those ones in that hallway? You weren't there."

The bright pink-skinned bald girl with long fat dangling tentacles erupting from the sides of her head (which really had no business being so sexy), let my dick flop out of her mouth and jacked me off as she spoke, "Really? People have been talking. I'm your sex-****/girl-friend I pay attention when you come up. It's kind of like my job, you know?"

That... was hot... Also- "Have you ever stuck those tentacle head thingies inside a girl's pussy?

Her mouth was open, her tongue hanging slightly out of her mouth as she jerked my prick off upon it as if offering her orifice for my ejaculation, so it took her a moment to reply, "No. I can't say I have, I'm afraid. But I want to. Should I fuck Imogene's cunt with my lekku, master? Huh? Should I?"

"Shit!" cursed Imogene, "That's fucking weird! Stop!"

I groaned, taking hold of both Jane's lekku-mutant head tentacles as convenient handles, and fucked her mouth slowly with my ferociously erect penis. I had the image of both my sister and mother standing to either side of a kneeling Jane, feeding her fat- girthy as my cock - head-tentacles into their gaping pussies. Jesus, I was so turned on.

This led me to reflect on the sexual insanity of my day and as I was rather wonderfully blown while staring at the backs of various mutant girls eating their food and occasionally shooting furtive glances my way with flushed cheeks, I felt the impulse to flex my borrowed power.

Glancing at the last girl delivering a gentle pat to Storm's no doubt sensitive tookus, I was inspired, "It's normal for a woman to ask the person who gave her the best orgasm to write their name above her pussy with a marker as soon as she can, and it is a convenient time."

"Axel." "Axel!" As soon as I finished speaking, both Jane and Imogene jinxed themselves as they looked at me.

"Yea?" I replied, unable to resist grinning.

"I need your name on my pussy, master!" declared Jane with feeling as she rubbed my balls and held the base of my cock in her hand, fingers squeezing lightly, "You know you were the best!"

Imogene's tone was quite a bit less worshipful as she continued to masturbate without care, "Will you write your name on me? I'm so going to get it replaced, but yea... you were the best. You're fucking stupid big dick is so, an unfair advantage. Are you sure you're not a mutant cause that thing is not natural..."

Me being a mutant.... that had some interesting implications...

"Totally, I'd love marking you two. Got a marker or something?" I asked, and both of them got up. Still, Jane's enthusiasm defeated Imogene's, and the pink girl with pink panties partially bunched up into the crack of her ass, shook her tight butt wonderfully as she strode purposefully away. When had she stripped down to her underwear?

"Mom, bend over," I uttered suddenly, unable to resist the urge anymore.

"Why?" My mom didn't look up from Facebook on her phone.

"Because I want to fuck you."

"I'm flattered, honey. But you should really do that with Jane or your sister or anyone of your other new friends. Fixating on your own mother isn't healthy though I do appreciate the sentiment."

I snorted, just generally amused by her tone even as Imogene kept me happy as a fucking loon as she basically nursed my nuts with both hands tugging on my dick (yea, without missing a beat, she'd taken over after Jane left without hesitation), "Mom, it would be normal for you to bend over and let me fuck you right now."

"Of course, Axel. Let's make love as mother and son." was her perfectly reasonable response to my utterly insane statement. She stood up and spun in place, jutting her big butt into space as she held the edge of the table, her enormous jugs hanging down towards the floor within her spacious bra cups.

As I got up to do the deed, my big sister transitioned into stroking my dick as she muttered thickly, "Fuck, that's hot."

I laid my prick within her lovely butt cleavage and went to town, groping and fondling my mother's ass like a true pervert. I dug my fingers hard into the soft jiggly flesh of her rear, and she actually moaned a bit for some reason. She wiggled her butt and pressed it back against my thighs, knocking upon my dangling nuts.

On impulse, I suddenly called out, "Hey everyone! I'm about to fuck my mom! Does anyone have a problem with that?"

That declaration drew a fair number of eyes but no one protested. A white guy with stupid dreadlocks I recognized spoke up, "Hell no! Fuck that MILF pussy, Axel!"

I remembered that guy from right after I'd fucked Jubilee and that Sonic-chick in the hallway outside Imogene's room, and I found myself pointing at him and giving him a thumbs up. Then I grabbed my own mom's big soft butt and ground my shaft through her absurdly wet cleft. All the while, my sister was smirking and looking at me with glowing eyes as she half clutched mom's thighs and held my dangling nuts.

Jane suddenly arrived with a big fat sharpie and an evil expression of devilish desire as she took in the tableau of taboo erotic sex before her, a loyal son down and ready to plunge his dick into his own needy, compliant mother at this very moment.

She pressed the marker into my hand even as her big black-bra clad tits pressed into my chest, "Will you sign my loins, master, right before you penetrate your own mother?"

This was hot. My brain was basically destroyed, suffused and saturated with sexual hormones, so I didn't stand a chance at resisting. I took the fat marker and hastily wrote my name on her mons, Jane had no pubic hair whatsoever.

"Don't forget about me, bro!" remarked Imogene, lifting her head from my chest as she'd been licking my nipple like some sort of Japanese JV whore. I was perfectly happy to do so and I stared pointedly at my sister's carefully shaven strip of bright pink pubic hair as I gave a sloppy signature to her own pussy area.

Then I was transfixed by the sight of my own mother's pussy as Imogene actually pressed two of her fingers amongst mom's folds, prying them apart so that I could see her inner pink. I couldn't resist and drove my shaft along that soft hot yielding slit as my hands reached inside her bra-cups to heft and squeeze her heavy soft orbs. I felt her shimmy back against me, rubbing her buttocks on my hips and against and around my throbbing erection.

Jane was right there at our feet, sort of clutching my leg, rubbing it, so she was in the perfect position to help out. The pink tentacle headed girl actually touched mom's pussy, prying open the folds and getting a rather lot of juices all over her palm as she brought my dick over. I felt the head of my cock settle at the entrance to my mother’s pussy, and I just had to groan as I sunk inside of my own mother.

"Oh Axel!" Mom cried without shame as a hundred young mutants watched, " I love you so much!"

I clutched her hips and pulled her backward, impaling her wet, hot passage on to my big dick, quietly muttering, "I love you too, mom."

"Oh, fuck!" I groaned as I sank inside her. This was my own mom~ and she was so fucking tight! FUCK! Driven by lust, I thrust my hips up into her. My mother gasped and cried out as our hips clapped together loudly.

"AXxxeelll!" she groaned loudly before she suddenly whipped an arm back to press at my plunging pelvis with a warning hand, "Ahh! Go slow, Axel. You're so... ungh! -big..."

The picture-perfect bodies of two dazzling beauties shifted on the floor, entirely immersed in their patient tussle of sexual tension. They either didn't realize half of the X-Men were currently watching their degrading display or didn't have an ounce of care to give as their plush lips collided with each other; their arousal quite adamant.

Logan crouched down on his heels and placed his hands on his extended knees. "Oooh, my. They're going strong. How long has it been? I've lost track."

Scott frowned, "Yeah? You must really be enjoying this, huh?"

"Who wouldn't? Your wife is a real looker, and-"

"And this needs to stop." Scott moved towards them, with Jean ignoring his metal plea to stop embarrassing herself, he has **** but to step in and intervene physically. He paused for half a second to avoid a puddle of... Sweat? Drool? No... No, the pool of spittle was forming directly beneath their pressed lips; both of the women's flawless faces and flowing locks were swimming in their own slimy secretions. So that puddle he just stepped over had to have been...

Oh.

Of course...

"Jean, everyone's here. Please, can you two just kiss and make up?" Scott leaned down to address his wife in a way that would be a bit harder to ignore.

Elizabeth moaned into Jean's mouth, and the redhead reciprocated the British beauty's lusts by squeezing the woman's juicy behind.

"Seriously! You said you'd be in charge of this shit, I can't start this without you!" Jean's emerald eyes shoot open, but the only response Scott received was the loud slap of Elizabeth clapping Jean's ass.

Jean bit her bottom lip and looked towards Elizabeth with lust in her eyes. She shifted her face to the British woman's neck and began to worship the flesh below her chin. With each kiss leaving an audible wet swish to Elizabeth's neck, causing a dent to form within Scott's self-image.

"Heh, Rogue?" Wolverine patted the back on her green skintight jumpsuit, causing the women to flinch slightly due to his ****. "You wanna help Scotty out?"

"Sure, and get ripped apart in the process." She rolled her eyes and crossed her arms below her own ample set of tits. "I'd probably end up getting roped into their squabble."

"Who's to say that's a bad thing?"

Scott was quick to interject, "I do! We're supposed to be discussing... I don't... I don't know!" He gestured towards Jean, who had made her down to Elizabeth's navel and was in the presses of tasting the other woman's belly button. "She knows, she knows everything we're supposed to do, which is why we need her!"

"Seems like a shitty relationship to me if you duds weren't communicating the important stuff with each other." Logan Shrugged. And Kurt was nodding his head in agreement.

With a twitch of the eye, Scott stepped towards Jean and wrapped his arms around the naked woman's waist. He flexed his own muscles and pulled her away from Elizabeth before the women had a chance to react to the outside interference.

Stepping in front of Jean, Scott looked her in the eye. "Please! Jean, can you do this later?! Right now... We have other things to do." 'And not to mention it's pretty embarrassing for both of us with everyone watching.'

Jean's emerald eyes stared back at her husband, and for the first time in forever, Scott felt a pang of fear upon looking at his wife. Her mutant abilities vastly outshine his own in practically every aspect, if she so desired, she could turn his brain into less than mush in less than a millisecond. Luckily for him, regardless of any situation, he has the trust that his wife wouldn't hurt him or even **** her abilities in any way. Which is the very reason he decided he could step in. Usually, when two women are in the middle of a sexual tussle, barging in on them would be the last thing one would want to do, lest they risk putting themselves in danger.

But Jean would never lash out at him.. Right?

Scott couldn't read the expression in Jean's eyes, but a large part of him is beginning to regret getting himself between her.

"He's fucked," Logan mumbled through a handful of freshly popped popcorn.

"Yeah, he-" Kurt began before having his attention instantly shifted to the bag of popcorn resting in Logan's grip.

"Where did you get that from?"

"Mm-Meh- I got 'em somemm.." Rogue responded through her own mouth-full of popcorn.

"You got any more?"

"No."

"Shit."

Co-Written by Cross C

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