Questions and Doubts

Mark couldn't stop feeling the seats on the X-jet. They had the consistency of leather, but they felt like velvet on his finger tips. Jean was smiling at his cute innocence. He really must not have gotten out much.

"What's this stuff made out of?" He says, slightly bewildered at the seats on the jet. Mark, his harem, and Scott all boarded the Jet that Jean and Cyclops originally came to his town on. Now they were taking it for a joy ride to recruit more people to his cause.

"It's called unstable molecules." Jean said in a smooth, sultry, yet amused voice. She idly stroked his arm in adoration as she continued. "Reed Richards, Mr. Fantastic, invented them. They can be made to feel like almost any fabric, and withstand lots of damage. Almost every heroes costume is made out of them. Including mine, Ororo's, Scott's, and of course the Fantastic Four's. You really made the right choice I think, Reed has many great gadgets and machines that we can use for your gain."

"I hope so. We need a way around Xavier and the other telepath's abilities." Mark said, his mood shifting again to worry.

Jean reached over, her slender, manicured hand rubbing his back firmly as she reassured him.

"I know he can. I'm sure of it. Besides, coming here has other fun rewards. Like the Invisible Woman. I'll bet she'll take after Ororo and I really well." Jean let out a small giggle as she rested her head on his shoulder, her long scarlet hair spilling over his arm, tickling the skin just slightly.

At the mention of the Invisible Woman his cock twitches. He'd fantasized about Sue Storm for years, that long blonde hair, her large bust no invisibility powers could hide for long, and an ass to die for. He couldn't wait to pull that long blonde hair as she screamed for...

"Ooh, I like the way you think Master." Jean says, pink sparks flashing out from her temple. Her choice of calling him Master was very deliberate after peeking into his subconscious. He seemed to like that word.

"Are you reading my mind?" Mark said, amused by his ****. "You know that's worth a punishment without my permission."

"Oh, I look forward to that." Jean said, looking up at her Master now before kissing his lips softly with her own. They lost themselves in the sweeter moment before Ororo spoke up.

"We're here." Storm said simply. She was sitting in the co-pilot's seat, but she was only overlooking Scott's work as he landed the plane on the landing pad on the side of Reed's main lab. Storm stood up and walked towards the back of the jet. Now in casual clothes, an open black jacket over an orange tanktop that showed a bit of her dark skinned midriff, her wide hips contained by straining jeans.

She kneeled down where Mark was sitting, grasping his hand in her own.

"I know you're worried Mark. Don't be. We believe in you all the way." She looked in his eyes with her warm hazel gaze. Her voice tinged with an obvious, deep affection. He couldn't help but smile and reach up to cup her cheek with the hand she was consoling.

"You're right, let's go get this over with." Mark said before standing up. Jean reluctantly let go of his arm as he went to go help his Mom out of her seat. She was still shaky after getting fucked on the way over. Mark had gotten bored and decided to rail her to pass the time. Causing her legs to be a little shaky after spreading them for so long. Laura happily leaned on her son, her breasts pressing against his chest so pleasurably. She gasped at the newfound sensitivity of her breasts after they were mauled ruthlessly by her young Master. Her head rested on her son's shoulder as she reminisced about the pure ecstacy he could give her.

Jean cooed as she saw the warm sight before her. Mother and son in a sweet embrace.

"You two look amazing like that, you know that?" Jean said, her hand idly twirling a stray lock of her own scarlet hair. Her hip cocked to the side as she stood in a confident, yet amused stance. She wore a pink tank top that struggled to contain her large breasts, her arms pressing against them ever so slightly at the moment to make them push out further. Her wide hips covered in long, tight jeans that fit her ass snugly. "I can't imagine what it must be like to lay with your own blood. Now I want that with my own daughters." She said wistfully.

"Daughters? They can't be eighteen already can they?" Mark said, his curiousity and arousal peaking at the same time.

"I didn't have them myself. I have a time travelling daughter from an alternate future." Jean replied.

"Another is simply adopted." Storm said as she stepped up to the group, her hand resting on Jean's shoulder supportively. "Though she has an uncanny resemblance to Jean."

"And another which is a younger version of me from a previous universe. Although I've taken on more of a mentorship with her, I think of her like a daughter." Jean said, seeing Mark's head start to spin with all the craziness. She giggled before continuing. "Don't worry, you'll get used to the insanity. Welcome to the superhero life I suppose. The three of them are on sabbatical right now, and won't be back at the mansion until well into next school year. We shouldn't have to worry about their telepathic abilities before taking the others anyway."

"Well I hope Master can help you to reconnect with them. I've never felt as good as I have when submitting to my son." Laura felt the strength to stand on her own and nodded to her son. Her white blouse was more concealing than the others, but she made up for it by wearing the tallest heels and the shortest black skirt. "I hope we can all bond over submitting to him. Mothers and Daughter's alike."

"I'd like that very much." Jean said, her green eyes shining with happiness. She could already imagine the moment they all submit. The pride swelling in her chest. She couldn't wait.

Scott came over and took point near the exit of the jet. He lowered the ramp slowly as Reed was waiting for them just outside. With a dull thud, the ramp finished lowering and the group walked out carefully, acting casual all the while.

"Sorry about the sudden call Reed, but we needed help with this new mutant's powers. He's been scrambling our communications equipment." Scott said, his former confidence returning.

"Not at all, I wasn't working on anything important yet. Only just woke up. You sure Beast couldn't handle it though? He'd love something like this." Reed said, rolling his sleeves up on his iconic blue costume.

"He's on assignment at the moment. Which is why we need you to take a look at him. He's interfering with our communications tech so we can't reach Beast." Scott replied.

"Is that him?" Reed says as Mark steps down the ramp, his mother Laura supporting his weight as he seemed to be out of it. His steps very light and unfocused, almost meandering off in random directions. "What happened to him?" Reed says with worry, stepping closer to him with some kind of scanner.

"We're not sure. He's progressively gotten more and more unstable since we first recruited him. He can't even speak to us anymore unless Jean talks to him telepathically." Storm says, her right hand holding her upper arm on her left side. Nervously she looks on as Reed scans Mark from about a foot away.

"Hm, there doesn't seem to be anything wrong. Are you his Mother, Ma'am? Do you mind if I take a closer look?" Reed says.

"Yes, please, please, just do anything to make him better." Laura sounded ****, like she was **** back tears.

"Okay Ma'am, I'm going to-" He trails off, his forearm touching Mark's bare arm on accident gives Mark the chance to command him.

-Sleep-

Reed immediately tumbles over, at which point Mark reaches down and inputs the rest of the loyalty commands into Reed before waking him up. Reed stands up and regards Mark with curiousity, but respect.

"Is there any telepathic detection or protection active in the baxter building or on anybody inside?" Mark asks, trying to remember how he rehearsed it earlier.

"No, we don't really deal with telepaths that much so it's not a precaution we take." Reed responds.

"How about any that's inactive? Anything anybody can reach easily if we go down there?" Mark said.

"There's some stuff I have up here, but I haven't worked on it in a few years. It might be an interesting project though. As for downstairs, there's a couple near my bed. Only Sue and Valeria know about those helmets though." Reed replies. "The Future Foundation would have nothing like that though and they're all asleep right now in separate quarters. I suggest you take them first before going after my teammates."

"That's a good plan. You run interference with your family and we'll meet you in a few minutes." Mark commands.

"Tell them we're just here for emergency refueling after some turbulence." Jean says before walking off with everybody else.