Taking Complete Control

"Go ahead and give me a lap dance, Jean."

"Of course, I'd love to." His wife had an easy smile on her face as she turned and strode up to Mark, her large breasts and thick butt jiggling.

Scott saw her hesitate briefly, this being her first time giving one.

She leaned down, her boobs hanging pendelously as she caressed Mark's chest and neck. She then straddled his lap, wrapping her arms intimately around his neck. Her breasts hovered close, brushing his chest with each breath. The intimate press of their bodies would’ve been obscene enough—if not for the overwhelming presence tenting between them.

"Man, you really have a stripper's body.", said Mark as both his hands stroked down her back to squeeze and settle upon her ass.

"Ah. Well, I'll take that as a compliment." Jean said coyly, grinding her hips against him—though it was clear she had to adjust to his size, the way her body lifted slightly just to accommodate the thick ridge of cock beneath her.

Mark grabbed one of her boobs in each hand as he gave a thrust up with his hips, "Yea? Feel that? You should take that hard-on as a compliment, Jean."

She licked her lips, "Yes, of course I do. Thank you, Mark."

Scott had long since run out of unique muscle flexing poses and was now just cycling through a pattern for his audience of one, Mark's mother. He was pretty uncomfortable with the situation...

His erection was pushing at front of his pants and the lady had definitely noticed. More than embarrassing considering the reason for it was obvious: his wife doing something so overtly sexual with her son.

Jean pulled Mark's face down into the canyon of her cleavage, rubbing her tits up and down against his cheeks. Mark was soon pressing his mouth to her tits. He groped and sucked her bare breasts, and Jean moaned throwing back her head as she cradled Mark's to her bosom.

All throughout this, Ororo remained standing behind his chair gently rubbing his shoulders or cooing and kissing at his ear. Occasionally when her eyes met Scott's she gave him a friendly smile or made a playful appreciative face for one of his poses.

Mark began running his hands up Jean’s legs. Then he worked back across Jean’s ass and gave each tight globe a nice squeeze. Looking over with an ever present grin, Mark asked, "How often do you jerk off, Scott?"

"I don't. I get everything I need from my times with Jean."

"Awe. That's sweet. I'd say you were lying but you can't so..."

With a hand on her thigh and between her legs, Mark's attention turned to his wife, "Jean? How often do you play with yourself?"

"Daily. Once or twice, depending on my schedule..."

"Woah-oh! Looks like we've got a mismatch libido wise here, huh?"

Scott was surprised, not sure how to respond. He wondered when Jean was finding time to masturbate that much and why she hadn't brought it up to him. He couldn't help but feel a slight burn of embarrassment in the pit of his stomach as this detail of their sex life was so casually revealed to strangers and a long time friend.

Jean seemed oblivious to his concerns as she swayed between Mark's legs, her back turned and her full bubble butt bouncing off his thighs as she replied to the young mutant, "We have very busy lives and our hectic schedules would make it difficult but yes, my preference would be having sex every night and um... again in the morning and perhaps once more in the afternoon but that's just silly."

Scott stared at his wife, having no idea her desire for sex was quite this strong.

"Heh. We'll see what else has been mismatched. Here, sit. Take my cock out, Jean."

"Alright, Mark." Jean sat on his knees, her legs spread outward and Mark's right hand touched her pussy as both of hers worked at his belt and pants.

She tugged down his boxers and pants in one motion—and froze.

His cock sprang free and slapped against his abdomen with a thud. Jean’s breath caught in her throat as the veiny shaft bounced, heavy and thick, jutting up with impossible pride.

Even Scott—despite dreading it—couldn’t help but look.

It was immediately obvious to Scott that Mark's penis was much bigger than his, making him decidedly uncomfortable.

Mark’s penis was colossal. It stood like a pillar, thick as a wrist, long enough to cast a shadow across his chest. The engorged head flared like a crown, impossibly wide.

To say it was massive would not be an exaggeration. Matching the biggest of porn-star's endowments, Mark's member was a thick, monstrously swollen, pillar of masculine flesh. Even the boy's nuts were shockingly oversized and Scott tore his eyes from the frankly grotesque sight of them as they hung down well past the seat of the chair Mark was sitting in.

That thing had to be a result of the X-Gene....

"Well, what do you think of my cock?"

Jean looked surprised as she gawked, "It's very big. I uh..." she looked away suddenly blushing hard, "I guess I see why you believe your penis would make an impression."

Jean met Scott's eyes briefly before looking away, clearly embarrassed.

"Oh yea? How does it compare to Scott's? Go ahead. Touch it."

Jean reached out and gently touched Mark's cock with one finger, stroking along the head and then down the shaft, "I'm not sure. Perhaps twice his length and also much, much thicker."

"You'd like to compare them side by side, wouldn't you?"

Jean nodded, gaze lingering on Mark's penis as she wrapped her hand around it, pulling gently. "I would, yes." She turned a questioning look Scott's way.

He was a bit bewildered, having been not exactly happy with how the meeting was going but everything so far had been well within expectations. The last thing he wanted to do was expose his rock hard erection to them all. He was a bit irritated that Jean felt her curiosity was more important than his feelings.

"Scott, take off the rest of your clothing and come here."

His hands went to his belt, kicking off his shoes, "No problem, Mark." Hopefully this meant he was through doing poses at least. His face heated as he dropped his pants, revealing his penis clearly through his white briefs. Then he was slipping them off as well, the elastic catching on his member sending it slapping around wildly much to his dismay. His socks came off next and he quickly moved over to his wife and Mark, looking into space past them and trying not to think too much about his complete nudity in a room with several fully clothed people just watching.

Still he couldn't resist a brief glance down at himself to see his hardness in comparison to Mark's as Jean had asked. The effect was not unlike brandishing a gladius next to a claymore. While not tiny by any means Scott's prick, even erect, fell drastically short of Mark's titanic pillar of a penis.

This awkward moment brought uncomfortable memories of sharing a locker room with Logan or the number of times his reckless teammate had his clothes burned off him during various battles, revealing his own very well-hung package to the ladies on the team. Including Jean.

He took some solace from the fact that it looked like Mark would outstrip even Logan's.

Mark had placed his hand on Scott's side, leaving it there as he continued to touch his wife's pussy with the other. From this angle, Scott could see exactly what he was doing. His fingers stroked her glistening folds, his thumb circling her swollen clit. There was a teasing aspect to it as his digits slowed and retreated as Jean's pelvis rocked forward to meet his touch.

Scott was so turned on, his member stiff and sensitive that he gasped when Jean casually took his dick into her hand. She kept stroking Mark's at the same time.

"You know this should be obvious but I guess 'think nothing of it' might have kept you guys from putting it together. So, I'm controlling your minds, making you do what I want. Is... that alright?"

Scott wasn't sure why Mark was so concerned but he quickly assured the teenager, "Yea, there's nothing wrong with that."

Mark rolled his eyes, his smile growing, "Oh my fucking god, this is too much. Is it the same for you too, Jean? You can actually mind-control people, right? Don't you have issues with doing that? Like you are um... violating them?"

The pace of Jean's handjob slowed down as she sat back, sending her big breasts jiggling, and she gave Mark a compassionate look, "Um, yes, I can, Mark. And no, I don't. Please. Don't feel guilty about making use of your powers. I'm sorry you felt the need to hide them from us but it is perfectly fine to change a person's mind however you see fit."

"Haha... really?"

"Yes, really. A person without mental abilities can not even tell when they have been changed. The new person they become as a result of mind control has every right to exist as the old, even more in fact as the old is gone."

"Holy shit. Okay... So Jean, have you ever turned someone into your **** with your powers?"

"Well, no I haven't. But then I've never desired to have a ****."

"But if you did want a servant to obey your every whim?"

"More than likely I would modify my husband's mind, making him much more submissive to me as a facet of our relationship."

"Okaaay. Wow. And what do you think of that, Scott?"

He was happy to answer the young mutant's questions in regards to the nature of his powers, but Scott really would have preferred to still be clothed. His wife's lightly stroking hand was keeping him erect and he was decidedly uncomfortable, "I'm fine with it. I knew what I was getting into when I pursued Jean. My basic assumption is that she's essentially customized my mind to suit her desire."

"Holy shit, your brains are just taking these commands and running with'em, aren't they? Suck my cock, Jean."

Jean blinked and then leaned in. Her face slowly got closer to Mark's penis. She brought her lips in contact with the tip and kissed it and then licked her tongue across it hesitantly. She then began sucking on the head, bobbing as she kept stroking his shaft with a hand.

Mark groaned, resting a hand in Jean's hair, "God, your wife's mouth feels great, Scott."

The comment made Scott feel warm inside, simply glad that Mark was happy.

Mark leaned his head all the way back as one hand stroked along Ororo's hip. At some point the woman passively standing behind his chair had stripped out of the majority of her clothing, now only wearing a lacey red garter belt with stockings and no bra or panties whatsoever. Scott noticed her breasts weren't quite as big as Jean's but they were still big, upturned and proud with dark puffy nipples that honestly dwarfed Jean's little nubbins. Those tits turned into swaying torpedoes as Ororo bent over and kissed Mark. With Jean's head bobbing and slight gagging noises escaping her lips, Scott felt a wave of arousal, thinking that there was nothing more arousing than watching Mark have his way with beautiful women. He took his dick in hand and stroked it a few times, Jean having let it go a few moment earlier to better focus her attention on Mark.

"Ororo, my love. Please help Scott with his condom."

Storm's eyes met Scott's as she straitened, a soft smile on her lips. She crossed the room to a desk that held the family's computer and opened a drawer. Scott couldn't help but notice how great her ass looked, perfectly firm and round perched as she was on some truly high heels. The black box she retrieved was labeled Magnum and Scott couldn't help but notice the large gold XXXL emblazoned on the front, gaze shifting to the XXXL cock currently in his wife's mouth.

Soon enough she was leaning into his side, her warm breasts pushing into his side as she rolled the black condom on to his ferociously hard dick. He was very uncomfortably aware of how much of the condom was sticking out loose past the head of his dick. Clearly these were sized for Mark's big penis, the big penis that his wife was currently sucking on.