Mark's mother interrupts them

There was a knock on Mark’s white wooden door.

“Ms. Munroe, if you fancy taking a break, would you mind if Mark helped me carry something downstairs?” It was his mother’s voice.

A wave of frustration surged through Mark.

Ororo shot him a panicked glance from her place on the carpeted floor and began hurriedly gathering her clothes.

Of course Mom picks now of all times to acknowledge that I exist. Still, this can be an opportunity to get Mom off my back forever.

His mind flashed back to Ororo lying **** so he could command her without being interrupted.

He turned back to Ororo, who was fumbling with her skirt.

“Shhh... easy,” Mark put his hands on Ororo’s shoulders and started massaging gently. “Just lie down on my bed until I get back.”

Mark felt his earlier obedience command trigger within her mind, seizing control of her mental functions so that she followed his order without question. The command felt almost like a solid object he could touch through Ororo’s skin. He made a note to learn more about that later.

Ororo nodded and her skirt fell to the floor. She crawled nakedly onto his bed and rested her head on one of his pillows.

“I’ll be out in just a minute, Mom!” Mark announced. He struggled to tear his gaze away from Ororo as he dressed himself quietly, struggling to wrestle his bulky member away.

He walked to the door and opened it a crack to find his mother struggling to drag a dark wooden bedside table from her room.

Laura Williams was a woman in her early forties. She had dirty blonde hair and blue eyes. Mark supposed her body was nice for her age; she had well-rounded hips, a taut stomach, and thick, muscular thighs from running regularly. She wore a light blue t-shirt and a pair of jean shorts.

Mark closed the door to his room and entered the hallway. He came up from behind his mother put a finger on the back of her neck.

-Sleep.-

She collapsed into Mark’s arms. He set her down gently on the carpeted floor and kept in contact with her body to issue commands.

-Do whatever your son Mark says and think nothing of it.-

-Anything your son Mark and Ororo Munroe do together is perfectly normal.-

-You don’t think your son should have to do any chores.-

-You didn’t ask Mark to help you move anything just now.-

-You want your husband to move the bedside table when he gets home.-

-You won’t interrupt Mark and Ororo when they’re in Mark’s room.-

-Mark can go to whatever school he wants.-

I think that about covers it. Except…

-Wake up.-

Mark was already opening the door to his room by the time his mother began to stir. He shut the door behind him.

“No, I believe I am rather fond of Mark and I feel that he would be a much better fit for our school than Ms. Jenkins,” That was Ororo’s voice. Mark turned to look at her and found her naked as he’d left her, but she held what looked like an advanced smartphone to her right ear. Her ethereal white hair cascaded beautifully over her dark skin. She looked over at Mark with a saucy grin and winked.

God, she’s so sexy.

There was a pause as whoever was on the other end of the phone conversation spoke.

“Certainly,” Ororo said. “I rented a hotel room in town so that I might hash out the details with Mark and his parents over the next few days, if need be.”

A pause.

“No, that will not be necessary,” Ororo replied over the phone.

Another pause.

“Alright. Goodbye,” Ororo disconnected the call and dropped the phone on Mark’s bed.

“You got back here fast,” she remarked. “Your mother gave me quite the scare. I don’t think she would take too kindly to an older woman being naked in her son’s room, much less a teacher. I daresay I was almost worried more about the possibility that she wouldn’t allow you to come with me.”

“I’m eighteen, Ororo. Mom doesn’t have a say in where I go, what I do,” He took in the sight of Ororo’s perfect body. “Or who I’m with.”

“I’m glad to hear it,” Mark could have sworn Ororo looked almost shy when she said that. “But I must ask: do you wish to attend Xavier’s school?”

“That depends. Will I get to see more of you?” Mark asked.

“As much as you want,” She spread her legs quite intentionally. Her wet pink pussy dripped onto his blue bedsheets.

Mark’s mind short-circuited and before he realized what was happening he had taken off all of his clothes. His erect member stood ramrod straight.

“I want you,” He was drunk on his own arousal.

Ororo grinned and replied, “Come and take me.”