Jason, the stepford cuckoos new boyfriend

Emma stood on the edge of the almost blindingly pink decorated room, watching her five darlings scurry around trying to pretty themselves up. Celeste sat by a mirror, making sure her makeup was juuuuussssstttt right. Esme and Irma were sitting on the bed, doing each other hair while giggling about, ugh, him. Phoebe was on her phone, presumably texting the new object of their affection. And Sophie was stood by the closet, picking out what kind of outfits the girls would be wearing for when he came over. Her choices left... little to the imagination. The white queen was no stranger to using her looks for seduction, but for Christ's sake. Even she had some level of decorum.

"I assume Jason is coming over once again?" she asked, not even bothering to hide the contempt in her voice.

All five girls rolled their eyes simultaneously, turning to their mother with annoyed looks in their light blue eyes. "Yes mom. He is. And we'd appreciate it if you weren't so hostile towards him."

"I just find it curious all five of you girls find him equally fascinating. From what he's shown me, he's just an average man." her voice lowered slightly, "Below average if you ask me."

All five girls heard Emma's whispered remark, their anger growing. "You just don't get him, mom!" Sophie shouted. "He's complicated." The other four joined in unison.

Emma's expression remained unimpressed, still not buying the hype her girls had for this boy despite all their praise. She crossed her arms together, pushing her large cleavage up. "Girls, every time he comes by for dinner, his eyes are glued to my chest. I think I have a pretty good idea of what type of boy he is."

The five were all steaming by now, their anger clear on their faces. "Yeah well maybe if you didn't dress like a fucking whore all the time, you wouldn't have that problem." Celeste suddenly yelled out, her makeup having gone forgotten.

"Seriously hag. What are you like, fifty? Could you stop dressing like some **** stripper? It's embarrassing for us." Phoebe added with an eye roll, Esme and Irma nodding along with their sister's statement.

"Seriously mom, to be as old as you are and trying to seduce a boy your daughters' age is like, seriously pathetic." Sophie finished off with her hand on her hip.

The several insults seemed to finally earn a reaction from the frost queen, her expression morphing into anger and shock. "Girls! That is no way to speak to your mother!" she said, her voice firm and with a hint of frustration. "First of all, I am NOWHERE near fifty. And second off, I would never even dream of trying to seduce that boy. Trust me, I've had far better than some inexperienced teen who wouldn't know what he's doing."

The girls all shuddered in disgust, hands flying over their ears. "Eww, mom, gross! Don't brag about that kind of stuff!"

Emma was unfaced by her daughter's appallment, instead using her mental powers to continue speaking with the girls through their minds. "I am saying all of this to get across the fact I don't trust that Jason boy. Ever since you began hanging out with him, you've changed. You've become more rebellious. More bratty. I just want to-"

Emma was cut off by Sophie letting out a loud, frustrated groan. "Ugh, mom! Get off our case! We're not babies. We're 18 years old. And we're gonna go out with whoever we please."

The five suddenly stood up, shoving past their mother and heading for the front door. "We're going out and getting manicures." they spoke in unison, "We wanna make sure we look our best for when Jason arrives." Despite the anger still present in their voices, it took on a dreamy quality as they said his name.

"H-Hey! Don't you just walk away from me!" Emma shouted as they casually walked past her, trying to put her foot down. "This conversation isn't over. I really think-"

But they ignored her, laughing amongst themselves as they talked about buying new makeup and skimpy clothes for their boyfriend before shutting the door behind them.

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Alone in the house, Emma let out an irritated sigh, massaging her temples to drive away the headache she already felt coming on. Ever since they met that boy, they've been acting different. Dressing more scantily, speaking like stereotypical bimbos. Nothing like the competent woman Emma had taught them to be. And they've been absolutely fawning over that Jason boy. Jason this, Jason that. It was the only damn thing they ever talked about anymore. And they were so hostile and protective of him. Any slight criticism was treated like some sort of personal attack against them. She refused to believe this was just teenage hormones making them boy crazy and causing them to be more standoffish against their authority figure. No, this was some deep change within them.

Emma had also begun noticing changes in herself. Ever since Jason had started coming over for dinner, her mind had begun getting more... cloudy. She found herself zoning out at times. She had a harder time keeping up with conversation than she used to. Grading papers at the academy had also become more difficult, Emma having to give every assignment a second read-through before fully getting it. She had even started struggling with her powers. Finding it difficult to read minds or do other psychic acts she used to pull off with ease. None of this was a coincidence, she told herself. She might have been a little mentally slower, but she could still see the obvious. That Jason kid was doing something to her and her daughters. And the next time he came around, she'd figure out what.

Speak of the devil, a few minutes after her girls had left, there came a knock on the door. Emma recognized that damn pattern immediately. It was him. This was it. With the cuckoos out of the house, she could have an actual conversation with the boy without the girls jumping down her throats to defend him. If she found everything to be a okay, she would (begurginly) give him her blessing to date her girls. After all, he was nowhere near the wonder man her girls claimed him to be. A few months of dating him and they'd tire of him. But if she found out he had messed with her or her little girls' minds even a little. Well, she'd make sure he'd never be able to show his face in public again. That's for sure.

Composing herself, Emma walked over to the door and opened it, finding Jason on the other side. He was of average height for a boy his age, standing just slightly shorter than the white queen herself. He had black eyes and short black hair that was a completely unkempt and all over the place. He was dressed in a simple t-shirt and sweatpants, clearly not having put much thought into his style before coming here. Seriously, what did those girls see in this boy?

"Yo! Miss Frost! Nice to see you!" Jason said not looking up, not even bothering to hide the fact his eyes were glued to the telepaths' generous bosom. "Where ya girls at? We were gonna hang today."

Emma restained and schooled her expression as much as she possibly could when it came to Jason, deciding not to call him out on his open leering of his girlfriend's mother. He was after all 18. This was about the effect she expected to have on boys his age.

"The girls are currently out," she explained in the friendliest voice she could muster, and even then her disdain for him shined through pretty clearly. "Why don't you join me inside while we wait for them? It could give us the chance to talk. Just the two of us."

At the mention of the cuckoos not being home, Jason's expression shifted. He finally turned up to look her in the eyes, a slight hint of panic evident. "O-Out? W-Well in that case, I think I'll just head out myself. Maybe meet them where they're currently at."

He quickly tried to turn around and walk away, but Emma's hand suddenly shot out to grab his arm. "No please, stay. I insist. I think my girls would genuinely kill me if I told them you came by and I chased you off." She let out a soft laugh that didn't quite reach her cold blue eyes, which glared into him with barely contained fire.

Jason trembled in Emma's hold, gulping audibly. "Y-Yes ma'am." He squeaked, his voice small and quiet.

Emma let go of his arm, clapping her hands together. "Great! Right this way." She said, leading him into the house. As she walked, she could physically feel his gaze on her ass. Even while terrified of her, he still couldn't help but to be a creep. Ugh, teenage boys.

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Sitting down at the living room table, Jason sat down across from her. By now, Emma's friendly demeanor had completely dropped, no longer needing to bait him inside. Her face was now completely expressionless, her eyes scanning the boy up and down as if searching for any and all weakness. "I have to say, I'm quite surprised my girls all unanimously chose you as their partner. And they all seem so devoted and obsessed too." She finally said, her voice seeping with snark.

Jason sat awkward on the couch, squirming slightly. "W-What can I say? I-I'm just a charming guy!" he joked, hoping to lighten the tension in the room. He decidedly did not.

Emma's lips twitched slightly downward. "I'm sure you are." She scoffed internally. Yeah, right. This boy had about as much charisma as a wet paper bag. He wouldn't be able to charm even one of her girls, let alone all five. Now, she didn't have access to his file, so she didn't know what mutant powers he held, but she could assume it had something to do with the mind and controlling it. Because the thing was clear, he did not earn her cuckoos through words alone.

She tried to read his mind to find out more. This boy was clearly ruled by his base desires, judging by how he made her daughters talk and act, and the fact he refused to look her in the eye. Whatever telepathic powers he had, there was no doubt he was trying to use them right now to take control of her mind and make her do god knows what. Sadly for him, he was up against the world's strongest telepath (self-appointed title). Her mind was an impregnable fortress. One he could only dream of entering. But to Emma's frustration, that mental fog from before was preventing her from even getting a glimpse into his head. In fact, it seemed to only grow stronger by the second. Damn it all! She was one of the world's greatest telepaths, stronger than the phoenix herself! (Also self-appointed). And yet, she couldn't read the mind of one single teenage boy. This should be child's play to her, and yet it felt like a herculean task.

Noticing Emma struggling and slight grunting across from him, Jason suddenly perked up. "Yo, Miss. F? Are you okay?"

Emma snapped herself back to the present, giving up on her attempt to enter his mind and instead answering his question. "I'm fine! I'm just... I'm just feeling a little lightheaded at the moment. That's all." Despite her attempt to seem put together, the slight exhaustion in her voice was clear.

At her response, Jason perked up even more, a small, almost not noticable smile forming on his face. "Is that so?"

Emma shook her head, taking a deep breath before making eye contact with Jason again. "Let's not focus on me. Tell me, what is it exactly you like about my girls?" If she couldn't find out his intentions through telepathic means, she'd simply have to sniff them out the same way (she assumed) flatscan women did it. By hardcore grilling until he finally showed his true colors. She didn't care how long it would take, she'd make this boy crack and admit his true purpose.

Jason leaned back against the couch, suddenly seeming way more confident than before. "Oh, I don't know. There's just so much... personality to all of them." he mused aloud, a wide grin spreading when he said 'personality'. Emma did not have to be a mind reader to figure out what he meant by that. And it only soured her expression further. "But I suppose if I have to narrow it down to one exact thing. I'd guess I say it would be their tight little asses."

A silence so quiet you could hear a pin drop stretched between the two. At first, Emma wasn't quite sure she had heard him right. No way was he bold enough or stupid enough to say something like that to the mother of his partners. But then, as the words finally settled, a fury quickly spread across her face. "Excuse me? What did you just say?" She asked, her voice with dripping venom.

"Oh! Don't get me wrong, they're nothing compared to you." he quickly added, gesturing to her impressive figure. "I mean, I don't think most girls are. But they do come pretty close. Probably cause you're related and stuff. I'd say, if you're the bakery, then they would be the cupcakes!"

Emma shot up, slamming her fist down on the coffee table in between them. "How dare you say something like that to me!" She snarled, spittle almost flying out her mouth. She looked nothing like the usual composed ice queen she was. "You know, I had my suspicions of you ever since they first brought you over. But I have to commend you for just straight-up coming out and owning your scumminess." She placed her right hand on the side of her head. "Now get ready, you little brat. I'm gonna use my tele... tele... uhm... my telepa... my..." Emma groaned as the word escaped her. The hell was it called?! She's done this probably a million times in her lifetime, yet for some reason she was blanking on the word. "M-My strong brain powers to totally humiliate you!" She tried to focus in on Jason's mind, only for that fog to return. It was even more intense, and only getting worse. She felt like she was becoming more dum.. uh, dummy? No, dums? She was getting less intel... inteli... She was getting less smart by the second!

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Jason leaned forward, resting his elbows on his chest and placing his face in his hands. His wore a smug smile, clearly enjoying the sight of Emma struggling. "You seem to be having a lot of trouble, Miss. Frost." he said playfully, a false compassion in his words.

Emma turned to face him, gritting her teeth together. "Wha... what are you doing to me? M-My mind is imprweg... i-it's hard to invade! There's no way you got past my brain's blocks."

Jason stood up, slowly walking around to her. He was clearly enjoying every part of this. "Yeah, I guess you would be pretty confused, so let me fill you in. My mutant ability is IQ drain. It slowly lowers the intelligence of the people around me." Emma looked at him confused. "Ah! Sorry. I guess the word 'intelligence' is too big for you at this moment. It makes you more dumb dumb!" he explained in an overexaggerated voice, laughing to himself before continuing. "That's how I got your girls. I saw them walking through the halls at the academy and just knew I had to bag them. So, slowly, over the course of a few months, whenever we had class together, I would itch away at that precious IQ of theirs. Then, when I felt it was low enough, I asked them out. And by that point, they were such drooling bimbos, they happily agreed to the first boy who asked!"

Emma gasped, still smart enough to understand Jason's words. "Y-You meanie! I knew it! I knew you were a bad guy!"

Jason couldn't help but laugh once more at the white queen's less than formal words, stepping behind her and grabbing her colossal tits. "Yeah, yeah. I'm a pretty bad dude. But hey! Can't argue with results." he leaned in, whispering in her ear. "Though I'll let you in on a little secret, the cuckoos were never my main goal. It was you." he punctuated his words with a hard squeeze, earning a loud moan from the ice princess. "The first ever time I saw you at Xavier's, teaching the class about mutant history, I knew I needed you. Using the cuckoos, I gained access to your home. I was scared to use my powers at full throttle against such a powerful telepath, so I only exposed you little by little, chipping away. I told the girls to use their psychic powers to put up shields in my mind, keeping you out. They gladly agreed. When I found out they weren't going to be here today, I got a little freaked out. But it seems like my work paid off!"

Emma could barely follow along with the sentence, her shrinking IQ combined with Jason's hot breath on her ear and his hands massaging her breasts adding up to a cocktail of mind numbing pleasure. "Waaa?"

"Guess that was too many words for you. Let me just break it down to the basics. I USED MY POWERS TO TURN YOU AND YOUR DAUGHTERS INTO STUPID BIMBOS!"

Hearing the simplified version, Emma's mind seemed to catch the drift. "That's like... so wrong... and stuff..." she said breathlessly, her words lacking any real conviction.

Jason simply smiled, squeezing her breasts harder. "Not it's not. It'S actually pretty cool and smart."

The sensation from Jason's touch caused Emma to roll her head back, resting it on his shoulder. "Huh? Oh yeah, I guess it is kinda smart. Slowly lowering the IQ of the world's strongest telepath using her daughters? That's actually super duper smart! How come I didn't realise it?"

Jason finally let go of Emma's large breasts, taking a step back to look at her. "Probably cause you were too busy assuming I wasn't good enough for your little girls and judging me."

"But... didn't you just say you were just using them to turn me stupid? So wasn't I kind of right in assuming you were bad news?"

"Yeah! But you didn't know that at the time! You just looked at my appearance and assumed I had to be doing something bad. That's very hurtful Emma."

Emma paused for a few seconds, thinking over the words before responding. "OMG, you're like, totally right! I didn't even know about your super smart plan. I just thought you were bad due to your looks. That's so wrong! That's like... bigotry or something, right?"

"Uh... yeah. Sure it is."

She clasped her hands together, and got an apologetic look on her face. "I am ssssssssssssooooooooooooooooo sorry! I don't know what I was thinking! is there anyway you could forgive me?"

"Hmm, I just don't know..." he put his hands to his chin, pretending to think really hard. "I guess there is one way I could find it in my heart to forgive you..."

Emma's eyes lit up. "Really?! How? I'll do anything!"

Jason smirked, dropping his pants to reveal his already hard cock standing at attention. "If you use those melons on your chest and give me a boobjob, I could maybe forgive you."

Emma's eyes widened, caught off guard by the sudden request. She looked down at Jason's erect manhood, biting her lip. "That... makes so much sense! Thank you. I'll happily use my big titties to make you feel good." grabbing the top of her white blazer, she pulled it down, exposing her flesh to the boy's eye.

Jason strutted over to the couch, sitting down like he owned the place and spread his legs wide, looking at Emma expectingly. "Well get to it then."

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Emma got down on her knees, crawling over to the boy. A humiliating sight for such a powerful woman, but she didn't care about that now. Her number one and only priority was apologizing to Jason for how horrible she had treated him. Reaching where he sat, Emma took the erection in her hand.

"W-Wow..." she whispered as she gave it a few practice strokes. "S-So big... y-you were using this thing on my little girls?"

Jason looked down, smiling to himself as the MILF seemed almost hypnotized by his penis. "Yep, each and every one of them. And in every hole aswell. Pussy, mouth, ass. I've had them line up and then went one by one. I've had them collaborate. I've had them use their powers to give me a psychic handjob. I've even made them fight amongst themselves for the privilege of getting to service me. There's not a corner of your five girls I haven't explored."

Emma paused for a few moments, simply staring up. Several emotions flashed across her face as she processed his words. Confusion, a small bit of revulsion and a hint of anger. As if the original Emma was hearing his words, trying to punish him for all his crimes. Then finally, a huge, wide smile settled on her lips.

"OMG, you really did all of that? With MY daughters? And now you're gonna do the same to me, their mom?" she giggled, giving the cock in her hands a few more teasing pumps. "Wow, that's like, so naughty. You're such a player! What a hunk..." her voice lowered seductively at the last words. Without any further preamble, she dove head first (literally) down, swallowing Jason whole without any difficulty and bobbing up and down with skill. Her massive breasts wrapped around his cock, swallowing it whole. It was clear she had some experience on her knees.

Jason leaned back against the couch, staring straight up into the ceiling as he enjoyed Emma's blowjob. It was crazy. Before, had he said anything even half resembling that, his brain would've been turned into slushie. Or worse. But now? She just simply laughed it off. Emma Frost. The white queen. One of the strongest telepaths in the world. Simply giggled like a brain dead bimbo as he told her about how he had basically used her own daughters for his pleasure. Then she proceeded to give an incredibly skilled blowjob while massaging his penis with her breasts. It was incredible. None of the probably hundreds of mental blocks she had on at all times did anything against his ability. As long as he was standing next to someone and not restraining himself, he was, for all intents and purposes, the most powerful and smartest man in the room (after a bit of waiting).

His mind was already running to who else he could use this power on. Psylocke. Storm. The invisible woman. The avengers. Spiderwoman. The phoenix herself, Jean Grey. As Emma's skilled lips glued around his cock proved, no matter how strong the physics, they couldn't protect against him. A delicious chuckle escaped him as he made up plans in his head.

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For several more minutes, the house was quiet. The only sound that could be heard was loud slurping from the living room, accompanied by restrained moans as Jason felt the pleasure from the mature woman's mouth. With a sudden pop, Emma pulled the phalis out of her mouth, giving it a series of firm strokes as she licked the sides.

"Mmm, is this good Jason?" she asked, panting heavily. "I just reeaaaalllllyyyyy wanna show how sorry I am for ever being mean to you. I didn't even know what you were doing to me and my family, yet I still treated you badly! I'm so sor-"

Emma was abruptly cut off by Jason grabbing her by the scalp, forcing her to swallow him once more. "Shut the fuck up already!" He growled, pulling her up and slamming her down over and over again with ****. He was treating her less like a person, and more like a disposable sex toy. "You wanna prove you're sorry? Just make me nut already!"

Jason slowly let go of Emma's head, who kept up with the brutal pace he had set. "Ugh! Y-Ywesh! Sowwy... Jwasson..." she gurgled against his cock deep inside her throat, her words almost indecipherable. Tears had sprung forth from his earlier forceful handling, smearing the usually perfect makeup she had. But Emma didn't falter. She needed to apologize for her behavior. For treating this nice young man like a criminal without any evidence!

"Ohhh! Just like that! I'm so close!" Jason moaned from above. "Fuck! Your mouth is so good! I don't think all the stepford bimbos combined could measure up!"

A sense of pride filled Emma as he complimented her skills. Of course, she was better. She was much more mature, with the skills and knowledge that came with age. Meanwhile, Jason was the first boy they've ever been with together. Those little brats had a pool of knowledge as shallow as a puddle.

Hearing he was nearing release, Emma doubled up her efforts. She picked up even more speed, going as fast as humanly possible, her cheeks hollowing out as she focused on one thing and one thing only. One of her hands found its way to Jason's thigh, gripping hard to try and stabilize herself. Her other hand found its way to his balls, rubbing slow, sensual circles in an attempt to speed up his orgasm. Her efforts proved effective, as not long after, Jason's damn finally burst. Waves and waves of semen came pouring down Emma's throat as she continued sucking, making sure not a single drop remained inside the young man. Finally, as he tapped her on the head, she stopped, pulling off the extra sensitive, spent cock.

Breathing heavily, trying to catch her breath, Emma looked up at him, an expectant and needy look in her eyes. "H-How was that? W-Was I good?" She asked, her voice uncharatratically small. Due to the harsh use of her throat, her voice was slightly hoarse and carried a stutter. "I-I hope this was enough for you to please forgive me for my actions."

Jason took a few moments to collect himself, fully processing the pleasure he had just felt before finally speaking. "That was fucking incredible Emma. Yeah, yeah. You're forgiven or whatever..." he hand waved away casually, not even fully listening to her.

As soon as she heard the words, Emma shot up, her massive breasts bouncing freely. "OMG, THANK YOU SO, SO MUCH!" She said excitedly, clapping her hands in front of her. The motion caused her huge melons to press against each other even more. "My sweeties would've KILLED me if they found out their boyfriend didn't forgive me."

As she droned on, Jason continued to not pay attention to a single word, his eyes instead glued to the exposed tantalising skin bouncing back and forth in front of him. "...and now that we've made up, you're like, totally free to date my girls without any problem! Gosh, it just so nice, right?"

"Uh huh, yeah sure. Whatever. Hey Emma? Bend over the couch for me really quickly."

Emma didn't hesitate in the slightest, her IQ too low to understand why a teenage boy would wanna see her bent over. "Okay sure!" She said happily, doing as told and bending over so her upper half was over the couch. She looked back over her shoulder at him, a dumb smile not befitting someone like her still plastered across her face. "So, like, why did you want me to do thigughgh?"

All of a sudden, Jason reached for her pencil skirt, groping the large ass beneath. "U-Uhm... Jason? What are you doing?" Emma asked hesitantly, though notably made no move to stop him.

"It's like you said. We're on better terms now. So I think it's high time for some son-in-law, mother-in-law bonding." He responded casually, hiking the skirt up and exposing her lower skin to his hungry gaze. His cock sprung back to life once more, already ready for round two.

Emma's eyes widened at the bold move, a loud gulping sound heard from her throat. "Uh... are you sure? Aren't you like, dating my daughters? Wouldn't this be cheating?"

"What's the problem? You were sucking my cock off literally seconds ago and talking all dirty."

"Uhm yeah, but that was for an apology. I don't think it's right to do this kind of stuff now." she reached for her skirt, beginning to pull it down. "I'm sorry Jason, but I just can't do something like that to my girls."

Jason rolled his eyes, bringing his hand to his temple. "Oh for the love of! Fine!"

Before Emma could even ask what he was doing, she felt a sudden spike shoot through her as Jason began draining more and more of the blonde's little remaining pool of IQ points.

"UGHG! UGUHGUHGH!?!?!?" The feeling was so overwhelming that the proud ice queen pissed herself like an untrained puppy, her juices staining deep into the carpet.

After a few seconds, Jason let up, Emma dropping limp over the couch as he did. "Uhhh... waw.... waw happening...?" she mumbled, any hint of her former sophistication all but erased.

"I'm gonna fuck the shit out of you over this couch because I want to. Got a problem with that?"

Emma lifted herself slightly, turning around to face Jason once more. "Huh? Uhhh... I guess not?"

With a quick grin, Jason slammed forward, burying himself deep inside Emma's cunt. "UGHH!" It felt... different from what he had expected. Considering her age and the fact she was no stranger to sexual intercourse, it was suprisingly tight, gripping onto him with all its strength as he continued to move in and out.

"God damn! You know, for giving birth to five daughters, you still hold up suprisingly well."

Emma drooled for a bit, searching long and hard for the words before finally responding. "Not... real daughters... grown in tubes..."

"Uhh, okay?" Jason responded, looking seriously confused. "Don't really get what that means... Shit did I fry her too hard?" He thought about it for a few seconds before simply shrugging his shoulders. "Eh, whatever." Picking up the pace, Jason began thrusting into Emma even harder, the scene devolving into a mess of loud, meaty slapping sounds and wanton moans. It was as if two animals were mating.

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Just then, the front door suddenly clicked open. "and I think he's tooottttaaaaallllly gonna freak when he sees this new bra I bought!"

"You know mom's gonna pop a blood vessel when she sees you wearing that, right?"

"Pfft, so what? It's no different from the kind of thing she wears under her uniform at school. If she didn't want her daughters to be such sluts, maybe she should try not dressing like one-"

"WHAT THE FUCK!?!?"

All the cuckoos quickly turned their attention as they heard Sophie shriek. "Mom what the fuck!" Their eyes all widened at the same time as they saw the sight in front of them. Their own mother, limply bent over the couch as their shared boyfriend drives into her pussy with wild abandon. "Are you seriously stealing our boyfriend?! You fucking old bitch!"

Emma tried to defend herself, "N-No... girls... it's not what it..." but she was quickly cut off by the other girls joining in with their sister.

"Oh my god, you saggy old hag! What kind of psychopath steals their daughter's boyfriend!" Phoebe suddenly yelled. "You're like, the worst mom in the history of mothers!"

"Is it not enough to totally embarrass us at school walking around like some sort of cheap hooker on Halloween? Do you have to take the one boy who actually liked us too!" Celeste quickly added.

"Couldn't you find a man your own age, you stupid slut?"

"Come on Esme, you know she couldn't. I bet not even a 70 year old with low standards would date some old crone like her." Irma chided, "She's obviously jealous we have such a hot boyfriend. She probably used her powers on Jason while we were out to try and steal him from us!"

As the girls continued tearing their poor mother to shreds, Jason had to physically stop himself from laughing. He decided to let it go on for just a little bit more before finally cutting in. "Girls, girls! You got it all wrong! Your mother isn't doing anything to me." he explained casually, still buried deep inside Emma's opening. "You see, after you guys left, I came over here to visit. I waited inside for you guys to return, and while I did, your mom and I started chatting. After a few minutes, I finally managed to convince her I wasn't so bad and got her blessing to be with you guys!" the lies fell out just as easily as he breathed, the boy feeling not a hint of shame or guilt for his actions. "This?" He guided the MILF to penetrate his cock, "this is just us making up. Nothing weird at all."

All five girls turned to their mother. "Is that true mommy? Have you finally forgiven Jason?"

Panting like an animal, Emma lifted her head to look at her girls' expecting faces. "Y-Yes..." she managed out, her entire body trembling. "I-I'm so sorry for saying J-Jason was a meanie, girls. I-I see now that I was the big meanie..."

All the girls' eyes light up with joy at their mothers stammered words. "MOMMY! WE KNEW YOU'D COME TO YOUR SENSES!" They said in unison, each of them leaning in close to give Emma a kiss on the cheek.

"Oh come on girls. After how much you laid into her, I think your poor mom has earned much more than just some simple pecks on the cheek, don't you think?" Jason commented from behind Emma.

"You're so right Jason." The five turned back to their mother.

"G-Girls... w-wait! P-Please don't..." but Emma's pleas were for naught as each member of the five in one took turns making out with their mother, their tongues exploring each and every corner of her mouth. First it was Sophie, then Esme, then Phoebe, then Irma, then Celeste. Just back and forth, back and forth. The exhausted woman barely getting a chance to breathe in between.

"We're so sorry mommy," they whispered in a low voice, their breath hot against Emma's face as they continued to pass her around. "Let's not fight anymore. Now that you're no longer upset with Jason, we can have all types of fun together. As a family! We'll teach you all the things Jason taught us when we first got together."

The barrage of pleasure from having Jason pound away at her big behind while feeling her each one of her daughter's tongues down her throat was too much, the few brain cells left in the mighty white queen's skull feeling as if they were being boiled with hot water. "Mmm! G-Girls! P-Please... y-you're all forgiven, just slow down. Mommy can't take much more..."

The incestuous sight proved too much for Jason to handle, his second orgasm crashing over him as he let out his cum deep inside her. Emma moaned loudly into the mouth of the current stepford cuckoo who happened to be tonguing her, which so happened to be Sophie. Sophie got to be the lucky one to swallow all her mother's sounds of pleasure, emitting some of her own as well.

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Slowly pulling out, Jason watched all his cum begin to pour out of Emma's spent entrance and down her leg. With his cock now up for grabs, all the stepford cuckoos not engage in a makeout session with their own blood scrambled over.

"Esme, Phoebe. Clean it up for me, will you?" Jason asked, pushing it out towards them. Celeste and Irma had visibly grumpy and annoyed expressions as their sisters happily crouched down in front of their boyfriend. "Of course Jason! We'd be happy to." Pehobe said in a cheerful tone. "We'll make sure it's nice and clean for you." Esme added in an equaly chipper, and slightly sultry, tone.

As those two got started on licking him clean, Jason turned his attention to the two remaining girls. "Aww, don't pout so much. Don't think I forgot you two. Come, let's make out until your sisters finish cleaning me off."

At the invitation, Celeste and Irma's moods instantly flipped, the two practically running over to where Jason stood. Just like they had done before with the mother, the two swapped back and forth as his tongues alternated between them.

As all of this was going on behind her, Emma was still bent over the couch, ass sticking up high in the air as Sophie continued her exploration. Emma's body was entirely limp at this point, Sophie having to hold her up by the chin as she kissed her without any resistance. The only thing Emma offered were loud, **** moans against her mouth.

Hearing the sounds, Celeste pulled back from her makeout with Jason. "Wow, mom sounds like a cow. She's such a slut!"

Sophie pulled from Emma's mouth, a string of saliva connecting them as she turned to her sister. "Mom has literally always been a slut. I mean, we kinda called her that before we left and it was the first thing we called her when we got home."

"Yeah, I know. But it's just.... I just mean.. ugh! Whatever!"

Jason chuckled slightly as he watched the siblings squabble. "G-Girls, d-don't be mean to each other..." Emma finally managed to croak out, pushing herself off the couch and onto her legs. They wobbled terribly, barely able to keep her upright as she recuperated.

Jason turned down to look at Esme and Phoebe. "Are you two done down there?"

Giving the now soft member each a final lick, they turned up to smile at him. "Yep! Tots clean! It's like you never fucked mommy to begin with!" They answered in harmony.

Jason smiled. "Good. Now get up off the floor."

As they both rose to their full height, Jason walked over to palm both Emma's and Sophie's asses in his hand, earning a loud moan from both of them. "Now, let's all go upstairs. I wanna give you guys siblings and your mom grandchildren at the same time."

The rest of the five on one quickly fell into line beside him, clearly happy with suggestion. "OMG, babe! You came two times in our mom, and you're ready to go already? You're such a stud." they said in unity.

"Yes... such virile boy..." Emma breathed, leaning down to give him a kiss on the head. "And so handsome too. And like, totally kind aswell. I like, can't even remember why I even disliked him in the first place. It was probably cause I was tots jealous of my girls for getting to have such a catch all to themselves."

As all seven of them headed upstairs, Jason continued to think about how blessed he was. Emma Frost. The one every boy in school had jerked off to at least once. The woman whose photos bent over went for a few thousand dollars around campus. The woman who was equal part seduction and sophistication, was now speaking to him like some sort of valley girl bimbo, ready to be bred alongside her daughters. If his ego wasn't high before, it was breaking through the roof by now. He truly felt like a god. Unstoppable. Someday, he'd have every hot piece of ass on the X-men. Hell, the entire superhero community just likes these six. But for now... he gave Sophie's and Emma's asses another squeeze, earning yet more moans and giggles. For now, he was going to enjoy what he had.