Conquering the Cafeteria [-Part 2-]

It didn't take a telepathic genius to realize when Jean is ticked off, in fact, usually when your average criminal pisses her off in battle, they know that they have severely fucked up. The amount of damage that woman can cause if she so desires goes entierly without saying.

Which is something Scott has seen himself, and unfortunately, the telltale signs are beginning to show here. Both he and his wife were seated around the X-Men's conference table, to discuss their plans for the following day; but even though the school-half seems to have gotten their job done rather well. The other half of the team ultimately failed in their operation to capture Mystique. Which was a mission they have been planning for the past couple of months.

She has continued to avoid the multiple mutant censors and scans placed up for that very purpose. Even the Avengers had their eyes out for an illusion based threat. But nothing, she hasn't been spotted, located, or even heard of until now.

And while they failed to find the transforming mutant, they did pump into the Mechinal Organism Designed Only For Killing. That was a roadblock, and a slap in the face if anything. They can only come to the conclusion that M.O.D.O.K's sudden appearance was to serve as a distraction to aide in Mystique's retreat. And that would only mean they were on the right track to nailing her on the spot.

'If only we had another telepath on the field...' Jean's thoughts caused Scott to shudder as he felt his wife's disdain for Elizabeth's lack of appearance on the mission. "W- Wait, what am I even bothering with mentally conversing. No one's here!"

Scott blinked and looked across the table to confirm that indeed. No one has shown up as of yet. "Look, they could still be busy with the kids. You think that when do show up, I should do the talking? Cause."

"No,"

"Okay..." Scott looked down defeatedly.

Jean sensed his emotions and released a soft sigh. "I'm sorry, honey. I just... I want to impress the professor, show that we can handle things without his presence, you know? And I feel like we're failing him..."

"We're not failing him!" Scott began brought his hands to the table and started typing something into the glossy surface. "It was you and the professor who set up this whole event and take a look at how well it's running!"

The table's dark blue surface flickered and switched to a display of the cafeteria, where all the students were gathered. Though, before either of them could take a glimpse at what was going on in there. The mechanical door to the conference room opened up, and Elizabeth stepped in.

She glanced around the room and noticed the assortment of empty chairs. "So I... Assume I'm not late?"

"Hey Mom! Sup Sis." I greeted my family once I reached

their table. It was adorned with three plastic trays that were void of any traces of food, confirming that they have both had their fill and were probably no longer in the mood to eat.

Imogene proved my initial evaluation by ignoring my existence entierly, even the poor small bowl of pink icecream that was sitting gently before her faile to capture her attention. Ah, she's still my sister, as uncaring as ever. Recently she has revealed to me her slutty side, but it's nice to know that my bratty sister that never gave a shit about me still doesn't give a shit about me.

Actually... That came out wrong; I want her to give more of a shit. Especially for the meat, I'm packing downstairs. I just don't want her to derail herself too far off the tracks of actual normality. If Imogene changes herself into becoming too much of a cock craving slut, who yearns for her younger brother's meat day in and day out... Well, that would be hot, no doubt, but she would also be so out of character for herself...

She wouldn't necessarily be my sister at that point!

I have to guide her into finding that perfect mixture of becoming my sexy sister slut, while still retaining that sister aspect. There's something truly dirty about bending my older sister to my will; it's not some random girl. It's the person I grew up with... The person who I valiantly dueled over the T.V remote. She's a person who shares my blood. A person who has her own dreams of becoming a better mutant and making a mark in this world of heroes...

A person who... Is wearing a blouse with a neckline that dips down enough that I could see an ever so slight hint of her cleavage... And...

What was I saying?

God, my sister, has nice tits. She was born with the same geans as my mother, which goes without saying that she is quite packed in the bust department. Her chest pushes out against her top, and was not exactly a reveling top; simply put, the fabric wasn't designed to contain busty mutants like her.

"Hey Jane," I whispered to the cute mutant wrapped around my arm, "You think you could set the mood?"

She looked at me with a smirk and licked her plush lips rather sensually. "Oh, of course, I can master..." Jane untangled herself from me and sunk to her knees, massaging my leg on her way to the floor. You know, having a sex-**** comes with its perks, not only is she suitable for sex, but she's also a ****; that's a two for one deal right there!

Also, she's hot, so that's that. Honestly, if I lost this ability to fuck whoever I want, but somehow managed to keep Jane as just a girlfriend. That would still be a win in my books. She's just that genuinely attractive, and a nice individual. Granted, she has only been nice to me because of my abilities, causing her to worship every step I take. But that's beside the point, alright?

"Oh, honey. Did you rest well?" Unlike Imogene, Mom noticed my presence and gave me a warm smile upon seeing me. But I was slightly distracted by my perfect angle over my sister; she hunched herself somewhat forward as she tapped on her phone with impressive speed that comes with years of practice. "You had quite the adventure back there on stage. Who would have guessed Ms. Monroe would have chosen you, I'm so proud!"

"Mmmm" I halfheartedly responded. I was still transfixed on Imogene, being able to see even more of her cleavage, while not too much; it was enough to entice the little man in my pants. Something about how she's allowing me to be so close it's...

Actually, she did allow me to gawk at her naked, so compared to that; this is more than nothing. Still, it's something about the mundaneness of looking down my own sister's top, right in front of my mother no less. Just a week ago, no... A day ago! This would only happen in my darkest dreams. Imogene always knew I was a bit perverted, and thus always attempted to be conservative around me. Once her mutant genes started to kick in, it became increasingly hard for her; but she still made it a challenge even to spot her in swimwear around me.

Contrast that to now, and it's a complete night and day.

I leaned my stomach on the table and knocked aside any tableware that happened to be in my path. I looked directly at the pink blouse Imogene had on - man she must really like pink - and reached my hand out to grab the hem of the shirt's neckline. Glancing towards her face, she was still ignoring me; honestly, at this point, she knows for an absolute fact what I am doing, and is purposely allowing it to happen without a trace of a fuss. Though, Imogene did adust herself slightly to allow her arms to hold up her phone while giving me free rein on her top. And I'm not one to shoot down an open invitation. No sir.

I gripped the fabric tighter and gradually pulled it downwards. My eyes traced the shape of her breasts as more tit-flesh was revealed by the second. I continued to yank it downwards and stuck out my finger to land between her tits as I pulled the top though it's final yards down her chest. Luckily the fabric was able to stretch rather well, but even with that, I must have been straining the back of her neck with how far I was yanking on her top. I paused for a second, with the neckline of the blouse pulled so low I could see the bra containing her large bosom. Her chest heaved upwards and downwards hypnotically with each intake of breath; I loved the cream-like nature of her breasts, and the small occasional dark splot tainting the otherwise white sea of cleavage. Studying tit's could be an enjoyable pastime for me. Oh shit! That gave me an idea! Let me jot down a mental note for later.

Anyway, I could do so much more than ogling my older sister's breasts, while our mother looks on without even attempting to intervene. And I didn't want to hurt Imogene's neck, so instead, I yanked down the blouse's neckline one more time and tucked it below my sister's impressive rack. Causing my sister's bra-clad breasts to bounce upwards and present themselves to any perverted eyes that could be watching.

And there was a fair share of dudes left on these tables. Most of them were distracted by the show Ms. Monroe was putting on, and who could blame them? Most people would pay real money to watch Storm get spanked, and here I am, giving people what they want to see free of charge. Perhaps I am the real hero here?

A few guys have their gazes on my table though, they saw the three busty babes I have all to myself, and I could swear I spied jealousy in their eyes. I would know, I was usually the one to be jealous! I saw the way my sister's past boyfriend looked at her, and new that he was definitely lucky behind closed doors. And my dad was married to quite the catch. He had the right to enjoy my mother's body, and goddam did he use it. I spotted him grab Mom's ass on multiple occasions when they thought I wasn't paying attention. She'd smile, and lean into the embrace, clearly enjoying the sensation. And I would always sprint straight to my room and wank one-off; it was an awkward fap, to be honest. But the thought of how depraved I was, jacking one off to my own mother while she was in the same house as me. Wasn't enough to stop the white-flood gates from flowing.

But starting today, it is time for everyone else to be jealous, cause these women, are mine. Hell, all the women in this room are mine! Whether they know it or not, I can do whatever the fuck I want to their bodies, all to fulfill my every perverted desire.

A sigh slipped it's way through Imogene's lips, causing my thoughts to stagger, and my eyes to glance away from her tits. "You planning on standing there all day like a fucking idiot?"

"Hey! Language young lady!" Mom chastised Imogene while not addressing the fact that I just ripped her daughter's boobs out into the open air.

"Sorry, not sorry, Mom!" Imogene rolled her eyes, "You know just because he can do shit doesn't mean he should!"

"Why do you have a sudden problem with him? I don't see Axel doing anything wrong; the only thing out of place here is your sudden shift in attitude!"

"Y- Yeah! You tell her Mom!" I couldn't help but stutter for a few moments. When it comes to an argument between brother and sister, I can say without a doubt that I am not used to Mom defending me. Tis just one of the multitude of new oddities that have come with this day. "All I did was yank down her top and pop her boobies out; there's nothing wrong with that, right Mom?"

"Well, of course not." Mom crossed her arms below her bust, which caused my attention to temporarily switch on a larger set of tits. "Your sister is just trying to make a deal out of nothing."

"Yeah, stop being a bitch," I said, stifling a chuckle. "Mom, call her a bitch."

"I..." Mom frowned for a second, "I'm not calling her that."

"Fine whatever, Jane, call Imogene a bitch."

I felt the gentle sensation on my legs halt in place. A few seconds later, Jane's hand gripped my pant's waistband and pulled her head halfway up so that she could peer over the table. "You're a bitch," She said before quickly diving back down to resume groping my legs.

"Oh, fuck both of you." Imogene raised her middle finger for the whole table to see.

"T- That- Imogene, apologize this instant!" Mom gasped with heated breath.

"Yeah, seriously, why are you so fucking mad? Maybe you are a bitch."

"Oh, fuck you!" Imogene leaned forward enough for her large exposed rack to press against the table.

"Fuck you!"

"Young lady! I will not say it again, watch what you say, especially to your own brother." Mom said with an authoritative tone of voice that would always grab our attention. It basically signaled to us that our time for being brats has come to an end. Though, I do find it funny that I have been cussing just as... If not more than my sister, yet, Mom is only hounding on her daughter. Heh, checks out. "She was talking to me about that show you put on for everyone on stage and-"

"Is that why you're heated!? Or is it just a normal thing that women are prone to get into fights when they talk to each other about anything sex-related?"

"Maybe it's because you were having fun with all of those random bith-" Imogene caught Mom's intense glare and decided to reword her sentence. "You were having fun up there with a bunch of people you've never met and decided to completely ignore me!"

"T- That's why you're mad, I mean... Really you- Ehh?" I stopped mid-sentence to uppon, feeling a ticklish wet sensation on my leg. Glancing down, I saw Jane had pulled my pant leg up to my thigh and was splattering my leg with multiple soft kisses around any spot of skin she could find. "Whuh- What- Wait, why is your skin red?!"

Jane froze mid-kiss and blinked upwards. "You told me to set the mood." She tilted her head.

"What the f... I meant like, make us all horny or some shit not... What does your red skin even fucking do?"

"It enhances temper, or..."

"Makes people prone to being angry? What the hell were you thinking?!"

"Ooohh," Jane pressed her chest against my leg and began gyrating herself on me, rather deliberately. "Should I be punished? Please do to me as you-"

"Fuck off, and stop using your powers. I don't need 'em. You see this?" I pointed to the apparent boner trapped in my pants. "I'm aroused, and it has nothing to do with you!" Well, maybe she contributed, especially since her chest against my leg does feel nice. But that's beside the point! I'm pissed off, and it's entirely her doing. I guess that's what I get for being vague and not telling her exactly what color to switch into.

She pouted and backed away from me, while her red skin transitioned and converted back to her light purple self.

"Oh, Wow." I blinked a few times with my head feeling a bit fuzzy. "Okay, I see no reason for you to ever turn red, it just puts people in a bad mood."

"I'm sorry, master." Jane sunk her head, and I felt a pang of guilt. The poor sex-**** just wants me to order her around.

"Yeah, go get some food, I'll consider what to do with you later."

Jane muttered a quick "Yes master," With her head still down and rose to her feet. She made her way across the cafeteria with a tray in her hand. Luckily for her, there wasn't a line to wait in since most of the students were busy with Ms. Monroe's ass.

Speaking of ass. My eyes were glued to Janes while she was looking through the options to eat before her. She leaned forward slightly and looked over the endless supply of food, and her cute ass was jutting its way in my direction; how could I not gawk?

"So..." Imogene spoke up and snapped me out of perving on my sex ****'s ass. "I guess I'm sorry for what I said before.

"Nah, well, Jane only enhanced whatever anger you currently have." I turned to her, noticing that she had tucked her tits back into her top at some point while I was distracted. "So, you really are upset that I didn't give you more attention, sis?"

"I mean," She scratched the back of her pink hair. "Yes and no? I'll spread my legs... And even blow you whenever you're in the mood. Like, duh... But, I'm not you're sex **** or anything."

"Honestly, if you'll blow me whenever I want... I'm pretty sure that makes you a sex-****, but what do I know!?"

"Of course it doesn't, it's just a normal thing to do."

"Uh... Sure, whatever." I should have realized now that everyone's logic is so ridiculously twisted that agreeing to whatever they think is normal is the only way to fit in. "So, what's the problem here?"

Imogene's lips parted, and she was about to speak when Mom interrupted. "Your sister is just jealous that you've been giving random girls more attention than her. She won't admit it, but clearly, your friend's abilities were able to bring out that deep desire she has." Mom shrugged, which caused her tits to jiggle ever so hypnotically. "Apparently, she wants you to use her to satisfy your sexual needs, or at least, she wants to be your number one pick. Something along those lines."

"I.. I don't! I'm not his sex-****, unlike Jane. Which is another thing that pisses me off! You.. You don't understand how weird it is that your best friend is also your brother's sex-****."

"You can't lie to your mother," Mom chastised, "That only angers you because you wish you were in her place. Then, you would have a reason for wanting him."

"Not true!" Jane shuddered, though if it were a natural reaction, or entirely acted. Your guess is as good as mine.

"Look, I'll be real with you two," I interjected with both of my palms outstretched. "I have no idea how to properly react in this situation..." And I'm pretty sure whoever's writing this doesn't even know what's going on himself. "So I'm just gonna use some porno I watched awhile ago as a reference... And whip out my cock." A zip was heard as I fumbled with my pants, "It only seems natural."

Meanwhile

"You missed everything!" Jean's voice failed to hold back any anger she was currently holding.

"Well, I... I wouldn't say 'everything...'" Scott mulled over his words while leaning back in the office chair he was seated in. "Just... What's the word babe? You can read my mind."

"Everything?"

"Yes, exac- Wait... What the fu- No! That's not what I was thinking at all. I looking for any other word to describe it!"

"Whichever word you use, it'll still mean the same thing. She failed to appear for the entire mission!" Jean's arm was outstretched and pointing an accusatory finger in Elizabeth's general direction.

"I had... Complications," Elizabeth begrudgingly responded, "How many times do I have to..."

"With what?" Jean crossed her arms with her brow quirked upwards. "What could have possibly been more important than the mission we have prepared for months in advance?"

"Hey honey," Scott attempted to soothe his wife, as he recognized her tone of voice and knew exactly what would happen if she continued down her current path. "Who knows, with this open house, there could have been any reason for..."

Elizabeth ignored Scott and shrugged. "Axel's penis."

"What?" Scott questioned on reaction alone more than anything else.

"You can not blame me for that, no attractive woman witha sense self-worth would say no to having Axel ejaculate on them."

"Well..." Jean scratched the back of her head, something felt off about what Elizabeth said, but being more focused on the topic at hand, she ignored any stray thoughts. "Sure, I can see where you're coming from, I want..." Jean's mind flickered to her husband for a split second, and she quickly decided to reword her sentence, "I'd want him to release his load on me... If I weren't married, that is, since I do not crave that type of satisfaction anymore." Gulp "But even so, I would never allow that urge to stop me from committing to a mission."

"Trust me, I did attempt to leave multiple times, but the perverted boy was persistent that I stay."

"And," Jean furrowed her brown and shook her head gently. "You didn't just... Leave anyway?"

"Well... He did latch onto my person so."

"Wait, you're a psychic ninja from another dimension... And you let a normal boy stop you from leaving for an important mission..." Scott pieced together Elizabeth's story. "Something's not adding up here..."

"Thank you!" Jean exclaimed, almost bouncing up to her feet she was thrilled that someone else realized the absurdity before her. "We've been tracking and following Mystique for more than a month, and we finally had our chance to jump her. But-"

"But you and the professor insisted on hosting this event that I couldn't have cared less for; we already had enough students as is."

"That's beside the point!"

"Besides the point?" Elizabeths latex-gloved hands slammed onto the metal table before her as she stood to her feet; her sudden motion pushed back the chair she was just in. "Besides the point!?" Her British accent rose in intensity to match Jeans. "Perhaps if all these filthy teenagers weren't running about, we could have had more X-Men on the job! Did that cross your mind?!"

Jean rose to her feet too, not intending to be outclassed by her inferior slutty rival. Elizabeth claims to not appreciate the hormone-filled teens that occupy the school, yet she is continuously found displaying her cleavage like it's her right of passage. "It did! The professor is out of town, so that left me in charge, and guess what? I delegated work in mind of this event." Jean reached into her pocket and pulled out a flat reflective disk with the distinct shape of an 'X' ingrained in the middle. The device slid to the middle of the table, and Jean sapped her fingers, causing a light blue display to shoot up from the disk. "As you can see," Jean indicated towards the holographic display that was stationed before everyone in the room. "Storm, Nightcrawler, Beast, and Rogue were to stay behind and assist in facilitating the new and returning students. While Wolverine, Dazzler, Iceman, Cyclops, myself, and you were supposed to branch out and keep watch on our two active sources."

Elizabeth moved to open her mouth but was quickly interrupted.

"And before you ask, yes, I kept the school's security in mind as the professor would have required. I haven't placed it in the system," Jean motioned towards the display of their members. "But Illyana was on guard to keep track of any physical, mental, or even reality-based threats that would attempt something on this big day."

"Yeah, um..." Scott rose his hand halfway into the air, "I opted out of being in charge because my wife is just better at everything that doesn't involve shooting red beams of energy."

"You certainly did put a fair amount of preparation into this, didn't you?"

"Yeah, I did." Jean tilted her head and placed her hands on her hips. "So, what's your excuse now."

"You didn't plan for Axel's mighty cock."

Jean's eye twitched. "Oh, yeah. I've heard the rumors that his shaft is something to behold. That a woman can't help but compliment its beauty and girth. And the smell of his meat is something women lust after."

"So you understand why I became distracted?

"I understand that you're a slut who can't control herself. Though I shouldn't be surprised by the way you dress. Always having your cleavage exposed, and your ass in that suit of yours is entirely out in the open!"

The metaphorical pin dropped, and Elizabeth's gloved hand clenched into a fist.

"I see you are making light of the way I dress while entirely ignoring the skin-tight latex suit you jump around in. That sad excuse for a super-suit is so pressed against your skin; it's as if you're practically naked. Anyone with eyes can make out each and every curve on your body; you have no right to take the high ground!"

Jean's own fist clenched, and her red hair began to rise and sizzle. "At least I have the decency to keep my tits covered to prying eyes."

"My nipples are never revealed, what?!"

"Oh yeah, that one part of your chest gets to stay hidden, but everything between your breasts is open game?"

"Okay, okay! Everyone knows what happens when women get in an argument ove-"

Like a dime being flipped, Elizabeth flicked her wrist and soon had a pink dagger of psychic energy pointed right towards Scott's face. "You stay out of this!"

"Shit," He mumbled, "We're gonna have a civil war over some dudes dick?" Scott found himself surrounded by a reddish glow, and he was soon off his feet and behind Jean. He was gently placed on the floor, and she stepped forward.

"You threaten him, you threaten me." Jean's eyes were glowing with her own psychic aura. "And I don't want your slutty hands near either of us."

"It takes a slut to know a slut!"

That was the moment where Jean's anger peaked, and she lunged towards Elizabeth, making sure to lock lips with the woman before she could react.

"Can you blame me for wanting his penis every once and awhile?!"

"Certainly not dear, but just be honest with everyone and-"

Both Mom and Imogene are continuing their argument. An argument that they're so into they both haven't even noticed that I was standing in my boxers, with my erection pointing directly towards their table, now that's a fucking problem. Also, why are they getting upset again!? Jane's not near us anymore. "Guys, please stop fighting, I just want to... Wait..." An idea popped into my head. "It's normal that if two women get into a fight, it always turns into some level of sex, and they will forgive each other when they're done."

Both of my family members before me blicked rapidly as is they just had their minds invaded and planted false seeds of normalicy.

"Imogene, stop this nonesene." Mom said with athority. "We don't want to get into one of those sexual spats. At least, I wouldn't enjoy having sex with my own daughter."

"Yes, Mom," Jean obeyed, rather instictivly.

"What? Really j.. Just like that?! Imogene, you never just stop arguing on a dime like that."

"Mom told me to stop!" She exclaimed, "What do you want me to do, I have to obey my elders."

I completely forgot I made that normality, but Mom was telling my sister to stop cussing before, and she kept doing it? Was it because Jane's powers caused Imogene to be so angry she just ignored that normality? Is it even possible to ignore the normal ability I have? If so, that's... Dangerous...

My eyes shifted to Mom's bust, and I was quickly reminded as to how horny I was. I specifically avoided releasing my load on Storm because I wanted to save it for my family. And here I am, in front of my two attractive family members. Now's the time!

"You know, I was ready for a show..."

Mom chuckled to herself, "Then you would have enjoyed how we had to stop in the middle of our meal and make out with eachother."

"Yeah, I would have, I was the one that made that happen after all."

"And we're on this again," Imogene rolled her eyes. "I'm the one with powers here, dude, not you."

"Don't be rude, dear." Mom admonished Imogene, before switching her attention to me, more specifically, my groin. "But she is right, you don't have any abilities. So please don't go around thinking you do, I would hate to see you getting hurt thinking that you have some incredible power."

"Well, I do have an incredible cock, or so I've been told." I moved towards my mother's side of the table and quickly got on it; Mom didn't even flinch as I slid my ass onto the table before her and pushed any clutter out of my way. I sat down right in front of her, where her tray used to be and pulled down my boxer to release my rod into the open air. It sprang out and slapped Mom in the face causing her to sputter as a small stream of my pre splattered on her face and lips. "Worship my dick Mom,"

"Oh..." Mom's eyes widened, and she let out an air of surprise and arousal upon seeing my shaft. Her breath tickled my cock, and as a result, I pressed my tip against Mom's plump lips. It sad gently between Mom's mouth since she had them open in a perfect 'O.'

"Heyy!" Imogene spoke up behind me, but both my mother and I ignored her.

She leaned back and shook her head, "Sweety.. I..." Mom drew in closer and pushed her face against my legnth, she let her nose sink against her son's cock and breathed in it's sent. Mom twisted her head and took my penis in and multiple angles, she even pressed my cock head into her nostril in took a deep whiff. "I... Ah..." She brought her face back and licked her lips, not noticing a small strand of pube hair she swollowed. "I love your massive penis son, it's.. It's girth and length, it's... It is truly amazing, I can't believe I gave birth to such a big man... But I'm not going to worship it. You're my son and-"

"It's normal for my mother to kiss my cock whenever I tell her too."

"Well yes but-"

"Kiss it."

Mom leaned in and planted her plump lips against the side of my cock. She created a wet sound upon parting from the meat before her, that echoed around everyone at the table.

"I'll kiss your penis but I-"

"Kiss it."

Mmmmah'

Mom pressed her lips against my cock-head. "I won't worship-"

"Kiss it."

Mmsqa

She kissed the underside of my cock. "Worship your p-"

"Kiss it again."

Mom cupped my balls gently, leaned in close, and kissed the base of my prick. She then rose her face up slowly, licking my penis from bottom to top. "Penis, that would be inappropriate for a mother to do her son.

"Oh god, that felt amazing. Kiss it again."

"Okay," Mom said before pressing her pillowy lips against my meat.

Scott ducked his head under the table, not sure what the best course of action would be in this situation. Sure, it's common for women to argue and then jump into a bout of sex, it happens quite often to the people around him. But take note of that, it happens to the people Around Him. It never occurred to his wife before. She's usually careful enough to not let an argument get far enough to cause this.

But now... It looks like she let her guard down for long enough to cause what's happening before him.

'Jean, could you please.... Stop?' Scott attempted to communicate with her telepathically. But she completely ignored her husband and continued her act with Elizabith.

Both attractive older women were on the floor, Elizabeth's Psylocke costume was easy to have undone, and her large breasts spilled out onto Jean's face. The redhead was sucking on her British woman's tits with mad furosity. And her own top was removed, and she was left in her bra, which gave the dark-haired beauty free raign to grope and **** Jean's huge bust.

"Oh, come on..." Scott groaned, "I'm supposed to be the only one allowed to touch her boobs..."