Jean Grey. The Next Day...

Scott leaned forward past the visor to see the numbers on the house, "This is it."

He parked on the street as his wife nodded, "Ororo's inside along with the boy and his parents." She touched her temple in a mostly unnecessary gesture as she expanded her scan, "No threats in the area as expected."

"Well, that's good." he commented mildly as he got out of the car. Their mission today, if you could call it that, was helping Ororo out on a recruitment. The potential student was one Mark Williams, an eighteen year old mutant with the power to create some sort of energy clones of himself that he could control remotely. It seemed that while Mark was very excited to go and had already accepted their invitation to the school, his parents were just the opposite, very ****. They were apparently so prickly about it that Ororo had decided Jean's people skills would be of value. Scott was just tagging along for now as there was a museum in the area that Jean wanted to visit after they were done here.

They walked up the driveway together and Scott knocked on the door after reading the taped note that said the doorbell was broken.

The boy was as described practically bouncing with excitement when he opened it. "Hi Come in! Come in! Oh!" He looked a bit shocked to see Scott, probably because Ororo hadn't known he was coming to tell him.

He recovered quickly, hastily thrusting his hand out to Jean who took it politely.

"I'm Mark! It's so nice to meet you!"

"Ah yes. It's nice to meet you as well, Mark. I'm Jean Grey and this is my husband Scott Summers."

Mark shook it a bit too energetically. He was clearly super nervous. He was also staring. Scott could understand. Jean was gorgeous and also well-endowed. Her white blouse was tasteful and completely buttoned up but with boobs the size of hers, the way the material strained against their mass almost drew more attention to them.

Scott coughed pointedly and extended his own hand, not letting it bother him. He'd been a horny teenager once.

Mark's eyes went wide and he actually looked a bit afraid before he lurched over to grab Scott's hand and shook it.

"Right this way, guys. Man, I'm so excited to have you guys here. Your school sounds so great!" Walking backwards he continued to hold their hands, pulling them out of the foyer, down a short hallway and into the main living area of the home.

The parents did look rather closed off and uncomfortable sitting side by side on the couch. Ororo sat on a chair across the coffee table from them, she smiled at them in greeting looking relaxed and perfectly composed.

"These are my folks and you know Ororo...um..." he let go of their hands, still looking extremely keyed up but that was normal for him. He looked back and forth between them, paying particular attention to his wife's breasts.

Tearing his eyes away, he looked Scott up and down, "Wow. You've got some muscles. Do that body-builder pose for me."

"Sure, no problem." Scott stepped back a bit and held his arms out, curling them over his head and flexing in the iconic pose. He felt a bit silly but he didn't mind it.

Mark looked back and forth between Scott and Jean, a smile growing on his face as he sighed with what seemed like relief.

"Jean, give us your best strip-tease."

"Alright, Mark." she commented mildly as she clapped her hands together lightly, looking around, "Do you have some music?"

"Here, Jean." Ororo pulled out her phone and managed to pull up some high-energy club music.

Jean began dancing, a bit awkwardly at first. But she soon relaxed and started to thrust her hips and rotate them around slowly. She reached up and unbuttoned her blouse, reaching inside as she leaned forward she took hold of her powder blue bra-cups and lifted her breasts for Mark.

Scott lowered his arms and Mark looked over, "No, keep posing. But take off your shirt and really flex and show off those muscles for us."

Scott obeyed, pulling his shirt free from his belted khakis and over his head revealing his well-muscled phsyique to the room. Switching so that one arm was curling up and the other down, he looked over at Mark's parents to judge their mood as convincing them was the ultimate purpose for their making the trip out here. The mother was clearly receptive at the moment, her face a bit flush as she stared at Scott's chest. The father was watching Jean shrug off her bra with an intense interest as he shifted in his seat. Scott felt no small bit of possessiveness well up as this stranger ogled his wife's naked breasts but he suppressed it as he turned around and flexed the muscles of his back for them.

Then he turned back to them and
gripped his fists before his crotch, hunching over slightly and making his pecs bulge.

As Jean danced in front of him topless, Mark just stood there watching. Slowly he rubbed the front of his pants and Scott could see that his wife's efforts were arousing the boy, his large erection extremely prominent. Jean noticed to as she looked at him rubbing himself and she seemed to put more effort in to looking sexy while she was dancing and not just doing the moves.

She twirled her hair around her face and peering through her long red locks she looked Mark. Then she started shimmying out of her long skirt, stepping out of it still in her heels and revealing her white lace panties and garters gracing her long limber thighs. That was a lucky choice thought Scott as he watched and flexed, the front of his own pants growing a bit tight.