Back at the House - Yes

"The reviews are incredible. How do we know these are real?" asked the father, still a little suspicious, "Connor isn't even that bright. He's smart but he's not like a super genius or anything."

Ms. Sonmus rolled her eyes, "Oh, come on dear. Sometimes, you don't have to look a gift horse in the mouth, ya know?".

Shrugging, he sighed. "I guess. Its just. Its a big move. He's going to be going to upstate New York? That's like a 16 hour drive or 2 hour flight. We won't be able to visit him much."

"I know, I'm going to miss him too," emphasized Ms. Sonmus as she hugged her embraced her husband in a soft, loving hug from behind as he continued to click through various menus on the website displayed on the pc monitor before them.

The husband just kind of grunted and gruffed like she was smothering him. She's right. I will.

Trying to sway him, Ms. Sonmus added, "You know, we will save a lot of money with one less, growing mouth to feed and it'll give a lot more time for us to spend together," while loving her child, being realistic that children are expensive and her husband was quite frugal.

"...True," Mr. Sonmus reluctantly agreed leaning back a bit in his chair into his wife's embrace, "I know it seems good on paper. I agree. It just seems so out of the blue."

"Could be worse, he could have become a mutant, spontaneously lit on fire and burned the house down. Remember the story of that Johnny something on Channel six?" Mrs. Sonmus recalled.

Mr. Sonmus just shook his head, "If my son turns out to be a mutant, I'll put him down myself. They are all a bunch of damn freaks."

"Oh honey, they're still people," responded Mrs. Sonmus chastising him a bit and loosening the embrace a bit. He's been listening to too many of those anti-mutant podcasts, she thought as she looked at all the bookmarks on his browser bar. "America First", "American for Humans", ugh, she couldn't wait till this was over and she could kill him.

Scuffing, the husband responded, "Pff, hardly. They are a new species. Its like saying dogs are humans or cats, hell, some of them even have fur like the big blue doctor fella on tv."

Ms. Sonmus just started laughing.

"What?" he raised his eye brow.

"Nothing, I'm just picturing Connor covered in blue hair," He'd look ridiculous, she thought, almost as ridiculous as the oversized dong he's growing will look against his average frame, "The institute seems like a good place and quite frankly, with a full scholarship covering room and boarding, it would really cost us nothing, even safe us money and benefit Connor a lot in the long run. Just don't be too antagonistic around them, okay? We don't want them to revoke the scholarship because of anything we do"

"Yeah yeah, play nice. Kiss up to the folks offering us money," replied the husband as he tapped his wife's hand reassuringly as if to promise he would.

Rubbing her husband on the shoulders a few times, she added, "Well, I'm satisfied. Tell me what you decide later. So far though, you approve?" after watching her husband nod she added, "I PVR'd last nights Sur-vibing Social Council. I want to see who gets the golden cellphone and who gets voted off the Island!"

"You have fun with that," sarcastically added the husband. He couldn't stand that reality tv bullshit.

_Thank god, he didn't take me up on that offer, _figuring like most men, he'd be disinterested in trashy female-centered reality tv. As soon as he was deep in his hate-fueled podcasts, she'd get to work a bit more.

Opening the door to the basement, Mystique knew preparation was key and you had to cover all your bases. Flipping on the light, she confirmed the bindings were still tight on the middle-aged house wife. No way she was getting out of that rope. "Do this Mystique, Do that Mystique," she lamented in a mocking tone, the way the White Queen was always bossing her around. She was faithful, loyal and in love with Magneto and his vision; she'd serve the White Queen only as long as it was going to lead to Magneto's release but it didn't mean she had to like the huge-titted slut.

She had a mission, get Scott alone so Connor could be alone with Jean and let nature take its course -- nature and the instruction to be especially brutal to her.

After we arrived both Scott and Jean looked more serious than before, at least judging from their body language. I opened the door and welcomed them inside, surprising my mom watching TV.

"Mrs. Grey, Mr. Summers. I see you were able to brick Connor, back with you," she smiled warmly knowing these two individuals were offering a potentially very beneficial and lucrative scholarship to their exclusive educational institute, so she played the part of a smooshing housewife. While they were away, her husband and him bad been Googling the institute and researching the headmaster Charles Xavier online. By all accounts, he was a great guy.

"JOHNNNN!!!" she yelled, "JOHNNN!"

"What?

"Come down here. They're back,"

"Alright," was responded in grumbling tone, as you could hear in this small house, the movement of foot steps as he moved towards the stairs.

"Mr. Summers, I have collected some of Connor's stuff in some suitcases, and a few larger items like stereo system, tv, etc. There's some heavy items, perhaps you could use those big strong muscles to help me move them?" she said fluttering her eyes jokingly and smiling invitingly as if she were flirting. Scott just looked awkwardly at Jean.

"Sure, of course, miss" Scott said following the lady accenting the sway of her hips as they move to another location in the house. The husband wasn't coming so at least Jean wouldn't be alone. This couldn't take that long.

"We pretty much did it all. I threw your clothes into garbage bags so your drawers are empty. There's just small stuff in his room," responded Connor's pretty absent dad, as sat down in front of the tv and turned on the news, "are you gonna take your toys?"

"Toys?" Jean smirked and raised her eye brows.

"Dad!" Connor admonished at having his secret revealed. "They are called collectible figurines! and models! I built and painted those myself," before turning back to Jean shrugging.

"G.I. Joes by another name", his Dad responded sarcastically, taking a moment to checkout the statuesque red-head. Damn, she's hot.

In a quieter voice, motioning at his dad just sitting there on the couch, "So, I guess that just leaves us," said Connor, "maybe we should go to my room and see what's left to be packed?"

Momentarily, Jean thought about how **** being alone in his room with this teenage boy would be. Recalling what Connor did to the manager at the theatre. Maybe, she should help Scott pack the car and all three of them head to his room together after -- but... I Trust him, so he won't do anything, right?

"Let's go," she responded, starting up the stairs, knowing young Connor would be watching her with each step. She didn't even have to read her mind to know that -- but it was kind of fun -- to tease the young boy. She could look, but never touch. Things like this in her experience helped keep young men and some women on board to coming to the institute.

No matter how much she worked up his arousal, she trusted he would keep it under control and it was more herself she worried about now. She kept recalling the memory of the waves of intense pleasure and the love of Connor's massive cock that had been put in the manager.

For a moment, Connor's father briefly though, Should I let a woman be alone with his son in his room? remembering the house rule but just as quickly though, Ha. As if he stands a chance of getting with that. She was WAY out of both of their leagues in his opinion.

"I don't know if we can take all this stuff in our SUV," Scott said as she scratched his head looking the volume of stuff they intended to send with Connor.

"None sense!" laughed Ms. Sonmus, "All men are born with packing sixth sense. We have a strapping young man and straps here in the garage. You can put most of it on the top of your vehicle," she teased as she opened the garage door to provide a direct line to the vehicle -- so he won't have reason to go back into the house for a while. This better be worth it and Connor better fuck up Jean.

Meanwhile Scott though, I got to get rid of this woman before she literately humps my leg. "Ah, well then, ahem," blushing Scott just affirmed, "In that case, I'll get started," thinking man, this is going to take at least 15 minutes.

Scott didn't really want to leave Jean alone with just Connor and his dad -- but -- Connor said took 3-5 minutes for any hypnosis to occur and Jean was also with Mr. Sonmus, so he reasoned it ought to be okay. Besides, he could come in half way and check on them.

Connor couldn't help but feel incredibly horny. He wasn't sure if this was part of the x-gene activating and his sudden growth surge or why, though he was acutely aware of the massive bulge in his pants as he watched Jean walk up those stairs and the way her tight, large rear swayed with every step.

What disturbed him the most, where the strange, almost foreign thoughts and ideas, flowing through is head of ways he could be especially brutal to her using his powers -- which was so unlike his usual personality or character.