Exercising control

Mark could scarcely believe that the illustrious Jean Grey had so easily succumbed to his subliminal suggestions. From what Ororo had told him, Jean was one of the most powerful telepaths in the world. Now, he had his doubts. If he were being honest, she had been even easier to influence than Ororo. Despite his initial fear, the sensation of his commands being so readily accepted into the busty married woman's mind had been nearly intoxicating. He'd almost forgotten to add complimentary obedience and normality commands to her husband Scott, whom Ororo hadn't told him was coming. He'd punish her for that later.

The topless redheaded mutant finished stepping out of her skirt, revealing her white panties. She turned around, presenting Mark with a view of her panty-clad bubble butt. She looked back at Mark with her deep emerald eyes and shook her hips slowly, sensually. Mark continued to stoke his cock through his pants, unconcerned with Scott's own little show and his mother's increasingly flustered response.

His father's hungry, openmouthed stare distracted him from Jean's slow dance. Mark had briefly entertained the idea of allowing his father to stay and watch, but the reality of the seeing man deriving any form of joy from his mutant ability disgusted him. He frowned.

"Cover your eyes, Dad. You're not allowed to watch Jean's striptease."

The man grumbled in protest, but obeyed.

"Mark, don’t let your father’s presence trouble you. If need be, you can send him away," Ororo's rich, accented voice made itself known. The dark-skinned woman was right behind him, grinning impishly. When had she gotten there? She pressed herself against his back and whispered. "You should be watching Jean. Here..."

Mark felt something hard slide into the back of his legs. With Ororo's guidance, he plopped down on what he realized was one of the wooden chairs from the kitchen.

He smiled at Ororo in thanks before he returned his attentions to Jean's amateur striptease. The redhead smirked at the younger boy, sliding a hand down her toned, supple body and into the waistband of her panties. She hovered her other hand over one of her large tits, coming close to groping them, but never quite touching the skin.

"Hey Scott, did you know that your wife was a natural at stripping?" Mark said.

The man frowned, disturbing the skin above his visor. He glanced over at his wife as she thrust her breasts outward proudly for Mark’s viewing pleasure.

"No, I had no idea,” Scott muttered. He then averted his gaze from Jean’s dance as if embarrassed.

Interesting. So Jean’s not much of a show-off with her husband. That’s a real shame considering she has a body rivalling Ororo’s, and that’s no mean feat.

"So she hasn’t given you any stripteases or lap dances and whatnot? What a shame," Mark said, feeling more confident with his abilities with each passing moment. "Bend over and shake that ass for me again, Jean."

"Will do, Mark," Jean obeyed readily, presenting Mark with her perfect, heart-shaped ass. She started gyrating her hips, causing her assflesh to jiggle enticingly.

"Man look at that butt move," Mark mused. "I bet you're tearing that ass apart every day, am I right Scott?"

Scott hesitated for a moment before he spoke.

"No, Jean and I understand that sex is only small part of a healthy relationship," the man said, frowning despite himself.

"Wow, I completely disagree," Mark said confidently, a far cry from the shy, timid boy he’d been just twenty-four hours earlier. He supposed mind control abilities had an effect on a person's confidence. "I think sex is something that should be enjoyed to its utmost. Don’t you agree, Ororo?”

“O-of course, Mark,” The dark-skinned woman gave him a smoldering gaze that made his heart skip a beat. He’d spent the previous night trying Ororo’s magnificent body out in every position he could think of, showering her with subliminally commanded orgasms every time she pleased him. The weather-manipulating mutant had grown highly sensitive to his sexual needs and desires to the point of having mini-orgasms whenever he said her name.

Mark smirked.

And I didn’t even command her to develop that little trait. Damn, she’s so perfect. It's like she was meant to belong to me.

“See, Ororo agrees with me. Jean, resume the striptease and answer me honestly: do you think sex is something to be enjoyed to its utmost?”

The redhead stopped shaking her bubble butt and stood upright, facing Mark. She began swaying and dancing once more with the music that still blared from Ororo’s smartphone.

“That’s an interesting question, Mark,” Jean tweaked one of her nipples. “I’ve always thought that sex was something that only two people who love each other should engage in,” she licked her plump lips. “It’s a life-changing experience that shouldn’t be approached casually,” she reached a hand into the waistband of her panties and pealed them downward. “So I’d say yes, sex is something to be enjoyed to its utmost, but only if it’s with someone you really care about.”

She let her panties drop to the floor, exposing her pussy to everyone in the room. Mark grinned.

That’s a nice pussy. I bet it’s real tight considering Scott probably hasn’t been fucking her that often. Speaking of which…

“Hm, it seems like you’ve given this a lot of thought. How often would you say you and Scott have sex?"

"We usually have sex once or twice a month,” the redhead answered without hesitation, seemingly oblivious to the fact that just a few minutes ago, she’d never have been so honest with a complete stranger.

"Damn," Mark's hard-on grew and he bit his lip. "If you were my wife, I'd be fucking you every day. Every one of your holes would be molded into the shape of my cock."

"Ah! Oh, that's sweet of you to say, but I’m happily married to Scott," Jean smiled at him, cheeks flushed. She spun around again and swayed her magnificent ass back and forth, glancing back at Mark as she spoke. “T-though I’m sure you’ll make a special woman very happy someday.”

“What if I wanted that woman to be you? I bet I could turn a hot piece of ass like you into a real slut for my cock,” Mark said, smirking as one of his other commands worked its magic. “You wouldn’t be able to think about anything else after I was done with you. Not your school. Not your friends. Not even your husband. It’d just be me and my cock on your mind twenty-four hours a day.”

“Oh… Wow, do you really think so?” Jean gasped, a hint of wonderment in her voice.

Mark glanced between the woman’s legs and saw that a sheen of moisture had accumulated along the surface of her pussy.

“Yeah, I think so.”