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Post by Kappa on Apr 25, 2022 17:13:48 GMT
Her Wide Hips wrapped in a tight pair of green yoga pants, her muffin top nice and plump, sweaty from a short run, her body pear shaped, her shoulders, spongey, pinched lightly as her sports bra works overtime with a milk bloated chest.
Jean Grey, mother of 3, wife of the Headmaster of Xavier Memorial, sits in her luxury class minivan, parked in a lot in front of her daughter's soccer practice, her freshly polished nails scrolling through XFeed, with eyes locked on a mature blonde tatted from neck to ankle in a thorny spiral of red and blue roses.
"Gosh, she's beautiful." Jean huffs and puffs, feeling warm as she stops at a pic of Emma, her short cut hair dyed pink, sitting on a barstool, her long, slender legs, heavily tatted, resting on the counter in a seductive arch.
As she holds a cue stick between her artistically trim arms, the caption reads...
Tuesday Billiards Tournament at Pryde's, print out code linked below for a free drink ๐
"You are such a tease, Emmy!" Jean moans, her left hand, obliviously, on her crotch.
Instinctively, Jean looks out at the field, making sure her daughter, Natalie, is still practicing. She'd hate for her little girl to show up while she was in the middle of stalking her favorite social media icon.
"Should I make taco helper or a meatloaf tonight?" Jean questions, still unaware where her second hand lies.
Suddenly, she gets a ping from her private messages.
... It was from Emma!
๐คYou realize you liked a photo from 3 years ago, right?
Jean breathes heavily, embarrassed about being called out from a accidental click!
"Crud." Jean wheezes, mentally unable to curse, thinking it'd be a bad influence on her kids.
๐ค...
๐คAre you free tonight?
Jean's eyes widen, her body hot, her chest beating like a drum marching off to war.
Jean rereads the text.
๐คAre you free tonight?
Jean responds...
-๐คOf course!
-๐คNo, sorry. I have a PTA Meeting tonight
-Suggestion
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Post by phoenix10 on Apr 25, 2022 17:16:26 GMT
Of course! ๐ฅฐ
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Post by Kappa on Apr 25, 2022 17:49:32 GMT
"It's not you, it's me." Emma, dressed in a white tux with a blue tie, her hair in a Tilda Swinton Pixie Cut, left brow pierced, places a hand atop her lover's as they sit in a diner two towns over, as they always do, in fear of being caught.
Jean, eyes puffy, looks perplexed at the situation.
"What... what are you talking about?"
"I can't do this anymore." Emma shakes her head.
"What are you saying?" Jean gets annoyed. "Is there someone else?"
"No." Emma assures. "Look, you're amazing. You're a beautiful, strong, incredible woman and a great mother... but I need more."
Tears run down Jean's chubby cheeks she raises her hand, flailing them in a dramatic manner. Her jewelry jingling and jangling loudly.
"I need a partner, Jean. I need someone to wake up to every morning, someone to drink coffee with, someone to watch Netflix with at 2 in the morning, someone to have a family with. You have a family Jean... I can't do this anymore. I need more than this."
- Jean calls Emma a PG Appropriate version of a Cunt
- Jean promises she'll leave Scott
-Suggestion
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Post by phoenix10 on Apr 25, 2022 18:50:04 GMT
"Jean, you'd never leave Scott," Emma countered with a wave of her tatted hand. "You know it."
"I...I promise -- this time I will!" Jean replied. Her voice was shaky and panicked. Beneath her tan nursing bra, she was working up a bad case of underboob sweat.
"You know the whole town would practically revolt." Emma put her head in her hands and sighed. "Jean, being a lesbian doesn't fit your lifestyle. Your a headmaster's wife! That's who you are."
"But I want you," Jean replied tearfully. "I'm gay," she whispered. "I know that. And I can't keep denying that everyday!" Her voice dropped even lower. "I never want to see another penis in my life!"
Emma rolled her eyes. "If you leave Scott, I'll be waiting. But we've been through this before so until I see the divorce papers, I won't believe it."
"I promise I'll do it."
"What about your kids?"
Jean chewed on her juicy bottom lip. Emma, who was trying her best to be extra serious, couldn't help but read the innocent act as extremely sexy. She crossed and recrossed her legs under the table.
"I don't know. But...I mean...courts usually side with the mother, don't they?"
"You're gay. In this state, they would side with Scott."
- Jean goes home to think. Her sister Wanda calls. - Jean has a PTA meeting to get to - Jean asks for pity sex and Emma agrees
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Post by Kappa on Apr 25, 2022 19:03:39 GMT
"Rogue is opening up a Cajun Fusion Restaurant in San Francisco." Emma explains. "She hired me as the social media consultant. I'm moving next month and--"
"One last time, please." Jean begs.
Emma cringes. That request has been made several times in the past. The first time was when Jean and Scott were a week away from getting married, the hundredth time when Jean was pregnant with Rachel, now 16 years old. Emma has lost track how many times it's been the last time!
"This is it." Emma caves. "I need to move on." Emma insists.
Jean smiles, her eyes red as her hair. Her phone in hand, Jean books a room two blocks away from the diner. Her usual room, a room the staff have dubbed, Closeted Soccer Mom's Hideout.
Emma sighs. How many motel rooms has Scott paid for without knowing? She can't feel sorry him. Everyone knows he had love children with Betsy, Pixie, and Laura.
"You know, California is really expensive, Emmy. I think you're wasting your time moving. Stay here. Like I said, I'm going to leave Scott."
Emma clicks her tongue. She's so tired of Jean lying! But god, that ass is just too tempting!
-Jean and Emma make it to their motel for a little fun
-Outside the diner, Jean catches her eldest daughter, Rachel, truant, and hanging out with friends outside a liquor store
-Suggestion
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Post by phoenix10 on Apr 26, 2022 13:20:37 GMT
"Last time," Emma repeated to herself as she followed Jean outside the diner. It was dark but the motel was right across the road. The plump redhead grabbed her tattooed lover's hand and squeezed it tightly.
"I'm leaving him," Jean repeated unconvincingly.
"Sure."
As they walked along the sidewalk, Jean suddenly tugged on Emma's hand and froze. Emma looked up and also stopped dead. Outside the rundown liquor store next to the diner was Jean's daughter Rachel. Emma recognized her from the million times Jean had shown her pictures of the little girl. Jean's version of pillow talk was showing off her children. Emma wasn't very maternal herself but she liked the mommy look on Jean. And she loved what pregnancy had done to her body.
"Rachel?!?"
Jean waddled over as fast as her fat legs could take her. Her ass jiggled wildly behind her, looking like an overfilled cup of jello. "What are you doing out here?! Have you been drinking?"
Rachel's friend, Illyana, quickly hid a brown bagged bottle behind her. Jean grabbed it and gave it a sniff. She nearly gagged. This was far from the boxed wine she preferred.
The teen rolled her eyes. "It's nothing, Mom, we were just having some fun. It's fine. Chill out."
"Chill out? CHILL OUT?!" Jean put her hands on her ripe hips and was about to explode on her eldest child when she felt Emma's touch on her back.
"Babe, it's okay. Why don't you just drive her home to make sure she gets back okay." Emma smiled half-heartedly and Jean's eyes widened. Her kids had never seen Emma before. The redhead turned to her daughter who looked less than surprised.
"So this is your girlfriend, huh? Yeah, I figured out it was her in like...fifth grade." Rachel brushed past her shocked mother. "I'll call us an Uber. I don't want to ride with you."
"Rachel! This is not the time for --"
"Fuck off, Mom," Rachel replied calmly as she typed away on her phone. "Or I'll tell Dad everything."
- Jean dares her daughter to tell Scott - Jean and Emma go to the motel - Emma sneaks away -- she doesn't want anything to do with this!
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Post by Kappa on Apr 26, 2022 15:08:58 GMT
"Do it, tell that lying, cheating, bald fuddy duddy I'm cheating on him!" Jean insists.
Emma stands there, frozen in drama, watching as her lover goes into a panicky rage.
"You little brat, after all I've done for you, you're such a daddy's girl!"
"Well, at least Daddy isn't sleeping with other girls!"
"Rachel Elizabeth Summers, are you blind or just not bright?! Sweetie, you have six other siblings that I know of! Right, Emma?.. Emma?"
Jean turns her head, eyes widened, her heart sunk to see no one by her side.
***
"You're the crazy one." Storm, a mature women, a tall beauty with a white Mohawk, points out as she hands her friend a can of beer. "Jean's been nuts since high school."
"We all told you to stay away from her. And what do you do? Have an affair for like 20 years!" Kitty, a big, round woman with chestnut lucks partially grey, sits down beside her wife, Ororo, a loud thud as her big, meaty thigh brushes against Storm's more muscular thigh.
"I am making a change." Emma assures her friends. "And I mean it this time, girls. I'm done with Jean."
Storm rolls her eyes as Kitty shakes her head, her jowls jiggling in the process.
"If I had a cinnamon roll for every time you said that..."
"Your diabetes would be worse than it already is!" Storm chuckles. Kitty, as a response, playfully slaps Storm on the knee.
"She's right though. Until we see that plane ticket, Emmy, we're not convinced anything has changed."
Emma...
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Post by phoenix10 on Apr 27, 2022 15:52:47 GMT
Emma's phone buzzed in her suit pants pocket. She didn't know who it was but she could guess. She glanced at the screen and saw Jean's name along with an emoji of a nursing mom. Emma had added that to her contact when the new line of inclusive emojis came out. It just made sense for the milf.
"I gotta take this..."
Emma got out of the booth as her friends laughed at her. Of course she was caving -- that's what she always did. It was as pathetic as it was cute.
The blonde swiped the screen and held it to her ear as she took a long sip of her drink. It was late and the bar was pretty much empty but she still stepped outside to answer the call. She didn't want her friends to hear it.
"Emmy-Bear...where'd you go?" Surprisingly, Jean sounded more sad than mad. It was uncharacteristic for her.
"Kitty's," Emma replied stoically. "I'm not a part of your family so I'm not going to listen to all your problems."
"Fine," Jean snapped back. "Its just...it's been a long night. And we still have that hotel reservation. Please come back. I want you."
Emma sighed through her teeth. Why did that fat redhead have such a strong hold on her? There were tons of women out there who wanted a taste of Emma's pierced pussy! Why couldn't she just pick up and move on?
"Jean...this has to stop. You've been using me for too long."
"Using you? Don't act like you haven't wanted me since we were freshmen in high school."
Emma's frown deepened. "I'm serious, Jean. I'm getting a plane ticket tomorrow and --"
"So at least let's have fun tonight," Jean pleaded. "Please, I need it!"
Emma...
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Post by Kappa on Apr 27, 2022 17:41:10 GMT
Can't help but cry. This is not where she wanted to be in life. A side piece to a closeted lesbian soccer mom who'll never leave the man she finds physically repulsive.
"I'm too old for this." Emma sniffs, her fingers touching her soaked eyes. "I'm done. Im sorry, but this is--"
"Just one more time!" Jean cuts Emma off. "Please, I love you!" Jean begs. "Please! Please! Please!"
Jean is always like this, so manipulative, so controlling. This is the same thing again and again. Keeping Emma and keeping a sham marriage.
There was only one thing Emma could do at this point. She hangs up on Jean and, after a long and difficult couple of minutes, her lip aquiver with regret, she blocks Jean's number and deletes her off her contact list.
"I'm flying standby." Emma tells Storm and Kitty. "Please take me to the airport, now, and box up my apartment. I'll pay you whatever you think is fair."
Kitty and Storm look at each other, surprised.
"Wow, she's serious this time." Storm nods her head.
"Sweetie, consider it a favor." Kitty assures. "You don't have to pay us a cent!"
And so the trip went off to the airport, their goal to get Emma as far away from Jean as possible.
- Time skip a month
-Time skip a year
-Suggestion
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Post by phoenix10 on Apr 28, 2022 14:34:20 GMT
A year later, Emma's life was finally at the place she'd always wanted it to be. Rogue's restaurant in San Francisco was doing great thanks to Emma's social media magic. It was listed as one of the hottest new eateries in San Foodie magazine -- a feat that Emma still takes at least partial credit for. She'd never heard of Tik Tok before starting the job but now it was her best friend.
Rogue gave her a salary bump six months in and she was finally able to get her own apartment. It was small and expensive but it was home. And more recently, it was frequently home to her girlfriend -- a beautiful redhead named Madelyne Pryor. She looked so much like Jean that the first time Emma saw her, she thought for sure it was actually her. But on closer inspection, there were differences. Greener eyes, more freckles, and lips that were just a smidge less pouty. Madelyne was a pudgy baker with a care-free attitude that Emma immediately gravitated towards. Like Jean, Madelyne had a larger-than-average bubble butt that Emma just loved to slap during sex.
All in all, Emma was happy. Happier than she'd ever been in New York. She wasn't rich, and neither was Madelyne, but they didn't feel like they needed money. Their relationship was fun and relaxed -- something Emma never had with Jean.
"Hmm...Chinese or Italian tonight, Babe?" Madelyne asked. She was stretched out on the couch in sweatpants and a white tank top that clearly showcased her large nipples. Emma licked her lips.
"Chinese." She plopped down beside her girlfriend and gave her a heated kiss. "I'd like to eat you first though."
Madelyne smiled and traced the rose vine tattooed around Emma's neck. "I think that can be arranged..." She leaned over and licked the rose tattoo all the way down to Emma's cleavage. The blonde pulled her lover closer as the redhead began to tug Emma's shirt down over her bra.
"I want all of my Emmy," Madelyne murmured softly.
- How is Jean doing? - Emma at work - Madelyne has a big announcement
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Post by Kappa on Apr 28, 2022 15:44:29 GMT
Her belly big and round, a hand, coated in coconut oil, slapping the ripe melon with a loud slap, Jean, sitting in her minivan, just like a year ago, parked in front of her daughter's soccer practice, frowns at the torment of having a miracle baby without her Emmy around.
For the last three pregnancies, Emma was always around, rubbing Jean's belly, rubbing Jean's back, rubbing Jean's neck, rubbing Jean's shoulders, and, most importantly, rubbing Jean's aching feet.
Scott has never nor will ever do anything that sweet. But even if he did, he likely doesn't have that special touch Emma has.
"I can't believe she's still in California." Jean sighs, her free hand looking at the social media page for Big Mama Rogue's Jazz Hut.
If it wasn't that annoying smile from the 300 pound hog of a woman mocking her, it was the reality that every single picture was taken by Emma.
"That fat hog. She better not be sleeping with my Emmy!" Jean says jealously.
Emma no longer has a social media presence. Keeping her private life private, all Jean has is a big, round fatty in a white smock, with three distinct belly rolls, three chins, big, hefty arms, and chestnut curls with a streak of white.
A slob like that is the only window she has to Emma!
"That's it, I'm going to San Francisco!" Jean insists.
- Emma gets a special surprise during breakfast.
- Rachel lectures her mom on flying across to the other side of the country
-Suggestion
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Post by phoenix10 on Apr 28, 2022 23:10:56 GMT
"Mom, you're pregnant. You're not flying to San Fransisco to hook up with your old flame," Rachel spat as she scrambled some eggs for breakfast. Jean was relaxing at the kitchen table while her other daughters, Natalie and Sophie, watched TV in the living room. Like most Saturdays, Scott was playing golf with the "boys."
"Please don't say that too loudly," Jean nagged. She ran a hand over her large bump as she felt her baby turn over in her overburdened womb. "I don't want your sisters hearing about all that..."
"Really? Cause you know they'll figure it out eventually. I don't get you. I mean, obviously dad isn't who you want to be with. Yet you get pregnant again? I mean, come on. It's pathetic." She spooned some salsa into the pan and gave the eggs another stir. "You should've just grew some balls and stayed with Emma."
Jean's eyes narrowed. "I don't appreciate being talked to like that. And this baby is a blessing...even if I didn't honestly think I could get pregnant again..."
"Too much info," Rachel replied quickly. "Just...think, Mom. If Emma wanted you back, she would've tried to talk to you. But she hasn't."
"I'm sorry, it's just I miss her. And you're the only person I can talk to about this," Jean admitted quietly. "The other moms..."
"Aren't closeted lesbians? I'm sure a few of them are but yeah. I get it." In the past year, Rachel had grown up a lot. And she really felt for her mother now. Sure, Jean was immature and petty and kinda crazy sometimes. But she loved incredibly hard and she deserved more than what she had with Scott.
"Just...move on. Leave Dad first. Then you can think about a trip to California."
- Jean decides to go to San Fran anyway - Jean has a conversation with Scott - Madelyne wants to solidify her relationship with Emma
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Post by Kappa on Apr 29, 2022 4:57:44 GMT
Grey hair in a tight bun, a big, round woman in a purple pantsuit, Jen Walters, sits left of her client, Jean, her round face defaulted as a scowl. Her eyes puffy, she sips on a bottle of water, annoyed, recently on a doctor mandated diet, she grins her teeth as Jean goes to town on a bucket of ribs.
"We have evidence your client has been having an affair for decades." Scott's lawyer, a middle aged man with a southern accent, smirks. "The case is pretty cut and dry."
"Sir, we have evidence your client's done the exact same thing. But with multiple women wiyj multiple love children as a result."
"You're bluffing, Ms Walters." The Lawyer shakes his head. "Now, let's be adults and--"
Jen slides a file at the man. He takes a minute or two to inspect it throughly, sweaty, he looks at Scott with grimace on his face.
Jen is monster. He was an idiot trying to play with a monster like Jen!
"And let's be civil." The Lawyer clears his throat. "Let's settle out of court. Work on a reasonable alimony--"
"XXX a month."
"What?!" Scott and his lawyer say in unison.
"Are you insane?!" Scott slams his hand on the table.
"XXX." The Lawyer says meekly.
"John!" Scott drops his jaw.
"XXX." Jen smirks.
" Deal." The Lawyer accepts.
"What are you--"
"I suggest you shut up and be happy it's only XXX a month ." Jen cackles.
Scott looks at Jean, furious, shaking his head.
"I'm keeping the house." Scott insists.
" That's fine." Jean smiles. "I'm moving west anyways."
As Scott and his lawyer leave, Jen shakes her head.
"Emma Frost has been a good friend to me for years." Jen points out as she shuts her briefcase. Her bingo wings jiggling, she grunts as she hoists her heavy frame upwards.
"She's happy right now. Don't take that away from her. I only did this, Jean, because I know wants you to be happy."
Jean frowns.
"Thanks."
Jen laughs.
"It's mama's night at Pryde's tomorrow." Jen points out. "You should go. You might find someone nice."
- Jean is still determined to go to California -Jean gives Pryde's a shot -something else
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Post by phoenix10 on Apr 29, 2022 19:36:21 GMT
Jean wanted to see Emma again. To the pregnant redhead, it seemed like the right time -- finally. She'd left Scott, she had her kids, and she needed a new place to call home. The things Jean had always thought about doing were finally happening.
She had no idea Emma was happily dating Madelyne...until she stepped out of the courthouse and checked her phone. @emmafrost had posted on Xgram for the first time in a while. Jean braced herself to see a happy Emma. She didn't brace herself to see...herself. The picture was taken in a bar. Emma was leaned against the bar, looking as sexy as ever, and on her tattooed arm was a plump redhead wearing a tight green sun dress and a big smile.
"That B-word!" Jean screamed in her car. "Who is this woman?!"
She clicked the tag icon and followed it to Madelyne's account. She was stunned by how similar they looked. Aside from the big belly Jean was currently sporting, they could've been twins. Madelyne wasn't a mom but she certainly had a mom bod.
Jean dabbed at her dewy eyes with her long, manicured nails. <Screw Emma> Jean though angrily. <I don't even need her. I'm going to Pryde's tonight and I'm gonna meet a new woman. A woman even prettier than Emma!>
Jean honestly didn't think that was possible but she was going to try. There had to be another tatted woman with a propensity for eating pussy in this town.
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"Jean. Didn't think I'd be seeing you around here again."
Jean, dressed in a dark green maternity dress, gave Kitty Pryde her best fake smile. "Well, I'm single again. So I thought this was the place to start."
Storm, who was fixing a rum and coke for a dark haired twenty-something, smirked. "Single, huh? Finally dropped that balding loser?"
Jean dropped her heavy form onto a bar stool and took up even more space by putting her giant mom purse on another stool. "I haven't dated since high school. This is honestly a little...terrifying."
Kitty didn't have a lot of sympathy for Jean but in that moment, she felt a smidge of something for the divorcee. She set down a glass of ginger ale and pointed at a green haired woman across the bar. She was curvy with dozens of tattoos and a few visible piercings.
"I think she'd tick all your boxes, Red."
- Jean talks to Lorna - Lorna approaches Jean - More with Madelyne and Emma
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Post by Kappa on May 1, 2022 21:06:53 GMT
"So, uh... come-come here often?" Jean, standing nervously above the mature woman with green hair, asks seconds after buying her an ill advised drink.
Lorna, holding her glass of wine, raises a brow as the redhead perspires.
"I work here." Lorna points to the wall.
Jean's eyes widen as she sees Lorna as Employee of the Months 12 times in a row.
"Wow, that's uh... that's really impressive!" Jean blurts out, sputtering spit in a way Lorna couldn't help but find reminiscent to junior high.
What was this housewife doing here?!
" Would you like to sit down?"
Jean doesn't even respond, she acts, her big, fat ass struggling to fit in the booth. The shaking, award as it may have been, putting a smile on Lorna's face.
"So, what brings you to Pryde's?" Lorna asks. "You do know this a Gay Bar, right?"
Jean nods, biting her lower lip.
"I'm gay." Jean admits.
"Cool. Me too." Lorna laughs. "Oh, and thanks for the wine." Lorna raises it up, patting her belly. "But I can't really drink much right now."
"Oh." Jean quivers. "Me too."
"You don't say?" Lorna says sarcastically to the very clearly pregnant milf.
As they continue to talk.
- Jean screws up
- Lorna makes a move
-Something else
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