Jean is corrupted

Jean started to slowly slide her white lab jacket off her sensually rolling shoulders, her breasts bouncing a bit underneath her sweater despite the hefty bra restraining them. She was going to have sex with Ethan. It wasn’t really a surprising decision, as abrupt and sudden as it had been. Beyond the psychic affair with Emma, her relationship with her husband had been strained by the way he had changed after his temporary merging with Apocalypse. He quite honestly hadn’t been the man she married. He’d been distant and cold. He’d pushed her away and that had led to that kiss with Logan.

They’d been working to rebuild their bond but Jean found herself not caring as much. He was the father of her ch1ld and they would always have that connection. She could generally get along with him and she imagined they’d stay married but from now on their relationship would be an open one. There’d been an animal magnetism between her and Logan ever since she’d met him and she was entirely glad that she’d be able to explore that in the future. She honestly didn’t care anymore if Scott fucked Emma. More power to them. She was going to have one hell of a time getting fucked like an animal by Wolverine.

Jean felt a bit awkward as she danced, very aware of her belly but the open lust within Ethan’s eyes put any fears to rest. She pulled her sweater over her head and tossed it aside, her tummy filled with butterflies in anticipation. She’d only just met the boy but she was going to fuck him. The way he’d walked into the room and just told Scott that he was going to fuck his wife without preamble…it sent shivers down Jean’s spine. Ethan’s ability to control others had clearly given him an almost superhuman confidence, such that he didn’t even need to use his power to influence those around him. Jean herself had spilled all her secrets to him, hadn’t she?

Her arousal only increased as she eavesdropped on her husband’s thoughts. She’d done it to make sure Ethan was controlling him somehow but she’d immensely enjoyed the stab of guilt Scott felt. She felt him notice the way she was letting Ethan wrap his arm around her waist and accept her implicit desire to be fucked by the boy. Knowing that Scott was going to go along anyway, Jean decided to indulge in a dark impulse and reinforced Ethan’s command in her husband’s mind. Going for creativity, she continued Emma’s charade, drawing Scott’s eye to a very large and non-existent bulge in Ethan’s pants.

While Jean was rather ambivalent about penis size, her husband was rather proud of his foot long endowment. Her husband’s openly discussed fantasies were very vanilla but she knew that he was very turned on at the thought that he was the biggest she’d ever been with. Of course, hand in hand with this dark deeply held fetish was the realization that seeing his wife with an even bigger man who she loudly and vocally preferred was also a big turn on. She activated these thoughts and drew them up into his conscious mind as she sent the mental construct of Ethan’s exaggerated penis that Emma had sent her.

She sensed his penis plumping in his pants as he hastily looked away from her prettily smiling face. He rushed from the room intent on following Ethan’s orders for reasons he hadn’t really thought about yet. Jean wickedly gave him a reason. Boy had a big penis, didn’t he? Big penises were meant to be followed, wasn’t that why he was the field leader: his twelve inch penis? Jean chuckled to herself, greatly amused to finally take out some of her frustrations on her husband. It was all in good fun. Deep down he really did like to think that his physical endowment made others follow his commands, this was simply Scott being hoist by his own petard…

What was truly amusing was the fact that the boy only had an average eight inch dick!

Unsnapping her bra and letting it slowly fall away, she openly smiled at the way his eyes were glued to her breasts as they jiggled into place, their shape distorted a bit by the way her belly rocketed out just beneath them. Swollen with milk, they were honestly nearly the size of basketballs and she colored a bit as she realized that with her thumb-thick protruding nipples, she looked like some pre-pubescent teen’s cartoon idea of a woman than live flesh and blood person.

Fifteen minutes later, Jean was squatting, lowering her pussy down towards Ethan’s rock hard dick as he sat in the same cushioned chair he had all throughout her striptease. Jean had been quite surprised and incredibly refreshed when he’d made it clear he wanted her to do all the work. She knew she was pretty far along but she was just so sick and tired of everyone acting like she couldn’t do anything physical. She’d expected he would have her lay back on the bad like a rag doll while he pounded between her legs but that hadn’t been the case at all. Given her size, her thighs were already burning but she didn’t care as she sank down upon his cock.

She blinked. She pivoted her hips a bit, trying to increase the sensation missing the usual feeling of her pussy being **** open. True, he wasn’t as thick as any of her other lovers nor as long, but this was a bit disappointing. Perhaps her pregnancy had stretched her down there…

Something of her thoughts must have shown on her face as he asked, “Problem?”

Jean shook her head, “No.. no not at all. It feels real nice….”

He grimaced before smiling and saying, “Yea… I suppose 15 inches and twice as much girth as you’ve ever had, would feel…real nice.”

Jean’s eyes shot open wide and she let out a long whorish moan as she felt Ethan’s telephone pole of a cock split her apart. Her arms flailed wide as her body remained stiff, the massive invader like a second spine within her core. Jean’s wail trailed off and she panted heavily, her hands slipping down around her belly to her navel, her fingers inspecting the lips of her incredibly spread vagina, “Oh god, Ethan. I’m…oh…I’ve got to be dilated further than when I give birth!! I oh…I’m sorry! I don’t think this is such a good idea. You’re so deep inside me…the baby…”

Ethan gave her a look like she was stupid, “Who cares! Let’s fuck already!”

Jean slowly smiled as she grew used to the sensation of Ethan’s massive prick inside her. He was right… It was just Scott’s kid. What did she care? Was she going to deny herself this pleasure, this delicious chance to cheat on Scott forthat baby? She giggled and clasped her hands upon her upper thighs, preparing to thrust herself up and down upon his cock. “Get ready for a ride, baby.” She remarked speaking to them both. 

Ethan sat back and enjoyed the sight and feel of an eager pregnant woman riding his cock like it was the best thing in the world. He was completely and totally oblivious to the way his simple commands corrupted Jean’s personality as her brain struggled to make sense of the new neural paths **** into existence by his power.