"Shame on you, Jean..."

Taking a deep breath and exhaling slowly, Jean finally manages to compose and recover herself. "So I’ve noticed, thank you. I hope you know, nothing can come of the thoughts you’re having."

"Why Jean," I say as my fingers reach out to gently brush against her, my hand gently resting over hers on the counter. "Have you been reading my mind? Shame on you.” I continue with a smile as my powers activate with our touch.

"I’m sorry - your thoughts were just so… vivid. It was hard to ignore them.” Jean answers sheepishly. As the effects of my powers course through her, her body suddenly grows hot, her arousal increasing. She sees an image of herself naked in the shower, her hands pressed to the door, her tits crushed against the glass as I hammer into her over and over again. The image is so powerful that it threatens to engulf all of Jean's senses.

Gasping, Jean clutches the counter for support as her knees go weak. Her eyes glaze over for a moment as the image completely overwhelms her. The gorgeous redhead groans slightly as her nipples harden through her dress.

"That's okay, Jean. Don't apologize." I say, letting my fingers entwine with hers, giving them a soft squeeze as I step in closer. "I wanted you to see what I'm going to do to you." I reply softly as my other hand reaches to move around her waist.

Squirming, Jean desperately wants to pull away, but the arousal, her feelings of excitement, grow with each passing second. My touch feels so good as her mind keeps drifting to those thoughts and images.

"W-wha... no. No!” Jean says firmly, telling it to herself as much to me. "I don’t know what you were expecting, but I’m afraid I'm too old for you. Besides, I already told you, I’m taken."

"Trust me, you're definitely not too old, Jean. My mother wasn't even too old for me." My hand moves around her waist even as she squirms, sliding over Jean's ass with an eager squeeze. "And you're not taken... at least not yet. But you will be soon enough, I can promise that." I say mischievously.

A light moan escapes Jean's lips as I squeeze her ass. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to let him take me... Scott doesn’t need to know. Jean thinks to herself as her excitement grows, still not knowing the cause. She shakes her head defiantly, thinking it must be some side effect of my strong surface thoughts.

"I-I don’t know what you did with your... mother," Jean says, hesitating for a moment as thoughts and images of me fucking my own mother make her squirm even more. "But I won’t be doing anything of the sort. I’m Scott's. Now please… back off."