Mark's mother joins the fun

Ororo Munroe had long ago made her peace with the fact that people would always compare her to a deity. Whether they were from the sun-scorched sands of Egypt or the bright steel skyscrapers of New York City, humans and mutants alike could not help but be in awe of her ability to reshape the atmosphere of the planet itself to suit her whims.

Her ability had always been a burden to her, and not just because of the heavy responsibilities that came with it. She had been lonely for a long time. Sure, she inspired amazement and sometimes outright worship among the masses, but her powers and exotic looks had always made her seem unapproachable to others. Only a few men had ever possessed the courage to look past her mutation and get to know the woman underneath.

She had thought T’Challa of Wakanda would be the one for her. She’d loved him more than she loved any man. They had talked once about marriage and children and she nearly lost herself in the excitement of being accepted; of belonging to another because of who she was and beginning anew.

Then the man known to the world as the Black Panther left her to marry a Wakandan woman and had scarcely ventured beyond his country’s borders since. She’d never fully recovered from the ensuing heartbreak, opting instead to throw herself into her work with the Institute and the X-Men. To her, it was a fulfilling undertaking that kept her busy and around close friends and youngsters she could provide with much-needed guidance. She might not have been happy, but after a few years she became content.

Then she met a young mutant named Mark who changed everything.

Her younger lover slurped the spaghetti and sauce off his fork and moaned appreciatively before chewing and swallowing. Ororo couldn’t help but smile, happy for the sake of Mark’s happiness.

She was naked, of course. Her stockings had come off at some point during their intense rutting in the living room and now she sat at the Williams dinner table, every sweat-covered inch of her voluptuous body exposed. As they ate, she sometimes caught Mark’s eyes flick towards her to linger on her curvy, dark-skinned form. Her heart skipped a beat and she licked her lips.

She ached all over from tending to Mark’s sexual needs; the boy was insatiable with a level of sexual stamina she'd never seen before, but she still longed even more for another opportunity to spread her legs for him and let him do whatever he wanted to her.

Mark was so sexy when he took what he wanted.

She looked to her immediate right and noticed that her friend and colleague Jean Grey probably felt the same; perhaps more so, considering that Mark had effectively ruined her for all other men, including her husband. The redheaded telepath had forgone all modesty since Mark had commanded her to give him a striptease and was looking at Mark fondly with hungry green eyes. Ororo had never seen her look at Scott that way, and the two had been very much in love.

Ororo had never seen anyone look as powerful as Mark when Jean told him how superior he was to her husband and that her husband’s small dick could never compare with the sheer length and girth of Mark’s member. Scott had watched and nodded enthusiastically when his teenage master had so kindly taken his wife as his latest conquest.

Jean and Scott had been high school sweethearts with a mutual bond that had weathered the machinations of immensely powerful mutants like Magneto and god-like cosmic entities like the Phoenix. Yet this boy – this man – had shattered that bond as easily as one would step on a bug. That was real power, Ororo realized. Against an ability that could easily circumvent even Jean Grey’s formidable mental defenses, the most powerful mutants on the planet would be as helpless before Mark as any baseline human.

And people had called her a god. She wanted to show them all how very wrong they were. She wished T’Challa would leave his self-imposed isolation so she could show him what a real man was like, as Jean had done to Scott. Maybe he’d bring his new wife with him for Mark to play with and claim as his own. The thought caused her aching pussy to tingle pleasantly.

“Wow, Mom. You really outdid yourself this time,” he said. He tongued the area around his mouth where a bit of red tomato sauce had accumulated.

“Thank you, honey,” Lauren Williams smiled. The blonde woman was stood next to her sitting son like a servant waiting to attend to someone much more important that her. Ororo thought Mark’s mother fit the textbook definition of what the younger men in the classes she taught called a “MILF.” She wore a beige apron over her nude form that did little to conceal her pale, creamy breasts that swayed heavily whenever she moved. Thick, curvy thighs jutted out the sides of her apron.

“Is there anything else I can do for you, baby?” She sounded eager as she bent over slightly in front of Mark, giving him an unobstructed view of her sideboob. That put a smile on Ororo’s lips. “Maybe your… friends want more pasta?”

Mark smirked and reached a hand behind his mother’s rear, making deliberate eye contact with Ororo and Jean as he did so. Lauren's breath hitched and she blushed when she saw the women grinning at her like the cat that ate the canary.

“Shouldn’t you be taking care of Dad? He’s probably feeling real lonely up against the wall over there,” Mark glanced over at his father. The man stared back at him wide-eyed and pale from the other side of the kitchen, unable to open his mouth to speak.

Lauren’s expressive blue eyes didn’t blink at the reference to her husband who could only look on helplessly as his son toyed with his wife’s ample rear.

“No, I’d much rather be serving you, Master,” she replied and licked her lips with deliberate slowness.

Ororo couldn’t help but agree with the sentiment. She snaked a dark hand between her thighs and rubbed her clit. Images of herself submitting to Mark snaked through her subjugated mind.

Mark’s grin widened. “Are you sure that’s proper, Mom? What would the neighbors think if they saw you letting your son knead that delicious ass of yours?”

“Oh! I don’t think they’d like that very much, Mark,” the woman groaned when Mark’s hand slipped a little lower.

“If I told you to strip naked and jog through town in the middle of the day, would you do it?”

“Ahn! Y-yes, Mark, I would,” said Lauren. Her cheeks were red as a tomato.

“What if I wanted you to get on your hands and knees and let me fuck you up the ass in the front yard?”

“Oh! I-I’d do it, please just touch me more!”

“You’re quite the slut, aren’t you, Mom?” Ororo saw Mark glance at his father again with eyes that twinkled with satisfaction at witnessing his father’s utter mortification. Mark reached his hand back behind his mother’s expansive rump. A loud smack sounded throughout the room.

“Ow!” Mark’s mother whimpered in pain, but she betrayed her own arousal by pressing her behind into the hand that had so callously slapped her and begging her son to touch her again.

Yes, Ororo decided, the older woman was well and truly wrapped around Mark’s finger. She wondered if Mark would take his mother with them when they drove out to the Institute in the morning.

“Hm,” Mark grinned beatifically and Ororo nearly found herself entranced by the loveliness of his smile. “All this ass play with Mom has put me in the mood for something. I want all three of you to bend over the table in front of me and spread your asscheeks. Do whatever you can to convince me to fuck your ass first, but you aren’t allowed to move from the table until I say so.”

“Yes, Mark!” Jean chorused enthusiastically. Her large, shapely breasts wobbled and swayed as she shuffled to the other side of the table and bent over in front of Mark, spreading the soft, creamy globes of her ass. Ororo bit her lip and did the same, putting an intentional sway to her hips that caused her own large tits to jiggle hypnotically before she too bent over in front of Mark and spread herself for Mark.

“Now we just have to wait for Scott and we-”

The front door opened and Scott walked in holding a plastic shopping bag in his right hand. He closed the door behind him and locked it.

“Scott, you’re right on time!” Mark grinned and gestured to the three women bent over in front of him. “Did you get the lube?”

Scott nodded. “Of course, Master. I told you I wanted to make sure you had no problems using Jean’s ass whenever you wanted. You’re much bigger than me so I bought a lot.”

“Aw, Scott. You’re so sweet,” Jean said, a smiling at her husband as she spread herself obscenely for a boy her junior.

“Well, what kind of husband would I be if I didn’t make sure my wife got the best anal dicking possible?” Scott grinned back.

Ororo’s pussy quivered with excitement as she watched the exchange. Witnessing the full extent of Mark’s power would never get old to her. She couldn’t wait for them to get started with their latest sex act, but another part of her was looking forward to what Mark would do to all the powerful, well-endowed mutant women back at the Institute.