The flight home

Ethan excitedly jumped up the ramp into the X-jet, carrying surprising amounts of energy for the afternoon fuckfest he'd orchestrated, "this is so cool! You're sure you guys aren't with the government? This must've cost a fortune!" He'd been a little resistant to the idea of going somewhere with two relative strangers but fortunately, Jean knew how to pitch the X-mansion to him:

Scott had given him the tried and true spiel, "There are lots of other people like you, Ethan. People with gifts, learning how to control those gifts."

Ethan had looked contemplative but his thoughts were clear, 'ok... but are there people like your wife there?'

Jean had smiled, a tired giggle escaping her lips as she rolled over on the sheets, "Yes Ethan, there are many, many girls like me there." She shivered in arousal despite herself as his baseball bat of a dick rose to half mast without any further prompting.

"When do we leave?"

She knew she should be more cautious about letting Ethan, a very powerful and innate mind controller, loose on the mansion's female population. She seemed to be thinking that a lot since she met Ethan: should. But her conclusion was ultimately always the same, she just couldn't bring herself to ruin his fun. He wasn't hurting anyone. Even Scott had been having a great time since Ethan entered the picture.

Jean hobbled up the loading ramp, the feeling of Ethan's heavy load still sloshing slightly inside her. God, there was so much... she just couldn't bring herself to clean it out of herself, not yet anyway. Scott walked alongside her, his thoughts racing for how to create another situation where Ethan fucked Jean. The intensity of his train of thought made something turn over in Jean's stomach but, in concert with the fluttering thrill in her chest, it only made her still-recovering pussy clench. She felt her jeans dampen as some of Ethan's jizz leaked free and the feeling of arousal worsened.

It was seriously risky, letting so much of his fertile seed inside her, let alone leaving it to possibly proliferate. It just felt soooo good to have that warm liquid heat resting in her belly... Oh, she was such a **** to his lust! It made her feel so hot... being Ethan's willing fucktoy, letting him do whatever he wanted not only to her but to every woman she knew, while Scott watched. Maybe one day, while everyone watched. Mmm-

She froze. Did she just think about being Ethan's ****? It was just in good fun, Ethan is so much fun... What the hell was that? You're supposed to be bringing the boy in for evaluation, not fucking him! He fucked me though and it was so good... Scott could never hold a candle to- Scott is my husband! I love him! Why would I-

"Jean? You coming?"

Scott was looking back at her concernedly, looking antsy. She could see his erection had recovered in full since their fun with Ethan, 'you're going to have to do something about that before we get to the Mansion.' He glanced down and coughed in embarrassment, "Oh. Didn't notice how... well, you know what would fix it fastest-"

Jean rolled her eyes, hobbling past him, she waved her hand dismissively, "Get the jet in the air and maybe you can watch Ethan fuck me again. If he's up for it."

"Right. On it." Scott noticed her attitude but didn't comment, his thoughts revealing that it was quickly forgotten in favor of remembering the afternoon, his pants tightening painfully as his cock throbbed.

Fix him. Fix him. FIX HIM. No, it's not what Ethan wants. Ethan is a child! He doesn't know what's good for him! For us! That's what makes it so exciting, he's so young but he's still such a man. No. No I am not some hormonal teenager who bends over for the biggest dick in the room, I never was. I'm going to fix Scott, we're going to put Ethan in containment, and then we're going to send a full report back t-

"Hey Mrs. Summers."

Ethan sat next to the window, his tremendous endowments gathered in his lap. Jean's mental argument was swept away as she beheld the huge, flaccid cock held aloft by his somehow even more impressive balls. She couldn't help but notice how full they looked, despite her being quite thorough when she drained them. Poor boy, he must be uncomfortable wearing normal pants. I'll be sure to order special ones when we get back.

"Hello Ethan, can I get you anything? Answer any questions you have?"

"Sure. I just have one right now though."

"Really? And what might that be?"

"Can you lose the shirt?"

"Of course, Ethan. Whatever makes you more comfortable."

"And would you mind getting on your knees?"

"Not at all."