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Post by Kappa on Dec 12, 2022 18:14:22 GMT
In the living room of her Mother's lavishly extravagant mansion, Rachel Summers, 21 years old, stands in front of her mom and three younger sisters. Natalie, Madeline, and Hope.
"... I have something really important to tell you." Rachel says nervously.
Her Mother, Jean Grey, a pear shaped redhead, a rich socialite dressed in leopard print, with a martini glass in hand, raises a puzzled brow.
*** Deep in the heart of M-Town, inside a charming little restaurant owned by her mother, Irma Frost, 21 years old, stands in front of her mom and 4 sisters. Phoebe, Celeste, Esme, and Sophie.
"Rachel said yes!" Irma smirks brightly.
Her Mother, Emma Frost, a rotund blonde in her late 40s, big, flabby belly wrapped in a blue apron, can't help but excitedly clap at the news.
"I'm so happy, Mija! This is wonderful!"
"... Well.. there's something else I need to tell you." Irma cringes.
*** "You want us to spend Christmas with them?!" Jean asks in a huff.
"Yes." Rachel says confidently. "It would mean a lot to me and Irma."
Her sisters, all in High School, are silent. They have no interest getting involved in this mess!
The Headmistress of Xavier Memorial, the Matron of Mutant Mothers in their community, very few people have the balls to stand up to Jean Grey, the most powerful telepath on the planet!
***
"... She will be my in-law." Emma frowns.
The owner of Frost's Cafe, a hard working mother, Emma doesn't exactly fit in the upper Class suburban lifestyle of Salem Heights.
"For you, of course." Emma smiles. "But where? Here or Salem?" Emma inquires.
-Jean's Mansion in Salem -Emma's Restaurant in M-Town -Something else
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Post by phoenix10 on Dec 14, 2022 0:37:50 GMT
Jeans mansion 😈
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Post by Kappa on Dec 14, 2022 3:10:19 GMT
With tatted arms a testament to her rebellious youth, Emma attempts to conceal her flabby bingo wings in a leather jacket... a jacket, unfortunately, she's grown out of.
"Just don't zip it." Celeste points out while helping her mother pack.
It was important to Irma that Emma impresses her future In-Law. A bunch of Blue and White roses with the letters MLF on her neck is something Jean would frown upon.
Nowadays, Emma's daughters joke about the MLF standing for MILF. It's actually from back when Emma was a member of a terrorist organization known as the Mutant Liberation Front.
That being said, there are a lot of tattoos that could make Jean crinkle her nose in disgust!
"... I can't believe we're spending Christmas on Salem." Sophie, with a vape pen in hand, complains.
"You better not smoke that in my room!" Emma wags her fingers.
"Sorry, Mom." Sophie apologizes.
Emma quit smoking three years ago. A difficult task that led to her gaining a lot to weight!
"I can't believe Irma is marrying some Boojie Chick from the Mutant Suburbs." *** "I can't believe Rachel is marrying some Trashy Chick from the Mutant Slums." Hope says condescendingly as she makes a ginger bread house with her sisters, Madeline and Natalie.
"I heard M-Town is pretty nice now." Natalie comments.
"Like, whatever." Madeline rolls her eyes, placing gumdrops on the roof in a red, green, and yellow pattern. "Rachel's just trying to rile Mom up like always. I bet she's not even gay!"
"Madeline." Natalie shakes her head.
"Well, it is the first time we've heard of it." Hope defends her sister. "She just woke up one day and decided she was gay?"
"... That's not how it work." Natalie sighs.
Ultimately, Natalie is the most supportive sibling and family member Rachel has at the moment.
To give Jean credit where credit is due, she is letting Emma and her daughter stay in the guest house. She does insist they clean it top to bottom before they leave!
"This Christmas is gonna suck!" Madeline groans. *** It's a week before Christmas and the Frosts have arrived at the Grey Mansion.
Emma was happy to see her daughter so happy with her soon to be bride.
Jean...
- Can't help but find her future in-law familiar. - Is judging Rachel up and down -Something else
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Post by phoenix10 on Dec 14, 2022 21:11:23 GMT
Jean Grey, formerly Summers, was a beautiful woman who had somehow managed to keep some vestiges of youth -- though she was pushing fifty. She'd pushed out four kids which changed her svelte figure to a much more motherly one, with wide hips and a particularly large ass. Her breasts were full and her belly was present but not nearly as bulbous as Emma's. Her face wasn't that of a young woman's but it was clear she took care of herself and used only the finest oils and ointments to keep the dreaded wrinkles at bay. For her age, she looked as good as money could buy and she knew it.
Standing in the foyer of her mansion, Jean looked every bit the elegant headmistress that she was. She was dressed in a green v-neck dress that did little to disguise her buxom figure. In her typical manner, she was holding a martini glass and her lips were pursed in a disapproving expression.
"So...you must be Ms. Frost." The redhead eyed the fat blonde up and down. Crammed in a tight-fitting jacket and a pair of spandex yoga pants, Emma was a far cry from elegance. She had a welcoming smile on her face though and she oozed a warmth that Jean couldn't compete with.
"That's right! So you must be Jean." Emma stuck out a pudgy hand. Jean glanced at it but ignored the gesture. She was distracted by something. She kept looking at Emma closer and closer -- dissecting her features. She squinted, showing off the beginnings of crows feet that she'd begun to develop.
"You look...very familiar. Do I know you from somewhere?"
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Post by Kappa on Dec 15, 2022 3:26:18 GMT
"... I don't think so." Emma shrugs her spongey shoulders.
"... Are you sure?" Jean looks puzzled. "I swear, you look so familiar!"
"When does mom hang out in the slums?!" Madeline whispers to her sister, Hope.
The Frost daughters hear that and all glare in anger at Rachel's sisters.
Natalie, feeling bad, decides to play peacemaker.
"I love your shoes, Irma." Natalie smiles brightly. Telepathy, Rachel gives her sister a nod. "They're really cute and--"
"Did we go to high school together?" Jean interrupts her daughter.
"I don't think so." Emma shakes her head. "I actually didn't go to high school."
"And now she owns her own diner." Rachel chimes in.
"That's awesome." Natalie smiles. "That's pretty cool, Ms Frost!"
"Kiss Ass." Hope whispers.
"So, do your daughters--"
"I know you from somewhere!" Jean shouts loudly.
"Mom, let it go." Rachel speaks firmly.
"I can't." Jean shakes her head. "This is making me go crazy!" Jean fans herself. "I know I know you from somewhere, Emma!"
Emma clinches, feeling very uncomfortable.
"I just have that face?" Emma shrugs. "I don't know what to tell you. I mean, we live in very different circles, how could we..." Emma's blue eyes lit up. It finally hit her like a brick. She did know Jean! "Like I was saying..." Emma awkwardly coughs. "How could we know each other?"
"Did you ever live in Salem?"
"No." Emma laughs, her gut jiggling like a wave.
Jean starts to pout. It really bothers her that she can't figure this out!
"Look, Mom, it's not that big a deal." Natalie gets involved. "Maybe you should just let it go and--"
"That's it!" Jean shouts. "You're..."
- "One of those terrorists that attack my school 25 years ago!" - "That stripper from the Hellfire Club! My favorite one!" - Suggestion
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Post by phoenix10 on Dec 15, 2022 13:30:26 GMT
"You were one of those terrorists who attacked my high school senior year!" Jean exclaimed. "I knew I remembered that face. You came into my European History class and blew up the chalk board. I think the teacher had to go to the hospital."
Emma and her girls all turned pale white. Turns out, hiding that MLF tattoo was the least of their worries! "Oh, uh, well, that was a long --"
"Salem High was on lockdown for months after that. Gosh, I can't believe you were involved with that." Jean's voice was surprisingly calm and not at all judgmental -- something that surprised her daughters greatly. When it came to politics, Jean was usually very conservative and hated the idea of anyone rupturing her carefully manufactured peace. But here was Emma, a former MLF terrorist, standing in her foyer and Jean was borderline smiling. It was bizarre.
Rachel couldn't read her mother's mind -- she wasn't anywhere near that powerful -- but she knew the redhead well and she knew the real reason why her mother got divorced. It wasn't because she and Scott had "fallen out of love." It was because they were both cheating on each other. Scott with a woman named Betsy down the road and Jean with a green-haired punk ten years her junior named Lorna. Rachel didn't know much beyond that. She only knew because she followed Jena one time when she went out to M-Town -- a place she thought her mother would never step foot in. Lorna was tatted from head to toe, had piercings all over, and clearly had ties to some mutant rebellion groups. She seemed like the exact opposite of Jean in every way...which, Rachel reasoned, may have been what Jean wanted.
What Rachel didn't know was that Emma Frost, the unnamed terrorist who invaded Jean's history class twenty-five years ago, started Jean down a long road of fantasies. Men never really did it for her but she knew she wouldn't make it very far without one so she married Scott. But every night, she fantasized about a blonde, tatted and pierced woman making love to her. During the terrorist attack, she didn't get the greatest look at Emma's face so she had to mentally recreate it. It took a second to recognize the woman because she was older and much fatter but it was definitely her. The blonde punk from Jean's wet dreams.
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Post by Kappa on Dec 15, 2022 17:29:50 GMT
"I'm not proud of that chapter of my life." Emma admits nervously. "I was misguided and I made a lot of bad choices out of anger annd resentment and I paid for it in the end. I spent 3 years in prison because of that day." Emma smiles. "And I'm grateful, it put me on the right path. I'm sorry for my actions back then, can we forgive and forget?"
"... Sure." Jean lies. She can forgive, yes, but she definitely won't forget that sexy blonde in leather pants!
As they head into the living room, Hope whispers to Madeline...
"Great, we're housing a terrorist for Christmas!"
Sophie and Celeste, hearing the whispers, glare icy daggers at the high school redheads.
"That wasn't so bad, Sis." Natalie whispers to her sister, Rachel.
Rachel, face pale, can't say a single word. This couldn't have been more embarrassing!
*** "Oh, yeah, Emmy! You're so fat now! Yes! Yes! Yes!" Jean, in bed, her room sound proof, yelps with glee with fingers on her pussy.
She touches herself, envisioning Emma's tattoos on her now matronly body, a delightful thought as she bites her lower lips, her eyes crossed, heart racing, and sweat perspiring like a flood.
"Why are you hiding those tats?!" Jean groans. "God, I want to see those tattoos soooo bad!" Jean demands, her arms jiggling erratically.
*** "It's okay mom." Irma smiles at her mother, happily making cookies in the guest house with her sisters. "This wasn't your fault."
"I'm so sorry." Emma frowns, her flabby belly wrapped in a white apron, her tatted arms jiggling as she mixes in a green bowl.
"You're not that person anymore." Irma points out. "And it's not like Rachel didn't know about your past... Jean took it weirdly well though."
Emma nods.
"That was odd." Emma laughs, her belly jiggling. "Maybe she's less uptight than she looks?"
"Maybe?" Irma shrugs.
"I'm gonna slug her sisters though." Sophie points out with a spoon in hand.
"Sophie." Irma shakes her head.
"They're bitches!" Celeste agrees.
"Girls, it's okay." Emma insists. "For your sister's sake, let's all be on our best behavior."
The girls all groan, nodding slowly in agreement.
-Jean continues to touch herself -Emma makes the Grey family a big breakfast -Suggestion
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Post by phoenix10 on Dec 16, 2022 14:45:01 GMT
Jean came hard as she thought about Emma slowly easing those fattened arms out of her too-tight leather jacket and taking those tree trunk thighs out of leather leggings. She never imagined Emma would've become so matronly but she absolutely loved it. The young, hot pink girl had become a mommy covered in dated tattoos and that transformation got Jean really worked up.
She sat up in bed, panting and covered in sweat. Her hair was a mess and her pussy was still spasming from what had to be one of the strongest orgasms she'd ever had.
"I gotta get closer to her..." Jean muttered to herself. She leaned against the headboard, trying to catch her breath. "Gotta see those tattoos and those breasts..."
---
The next morning, Jean and her daughters awoke to a surprise. Normally, their in-house chef cooked breakfast for them but this morning, their chef Remy had been replaced by a fat blonde wearing a "Kiss the Chef" apron over her belly rolls.
Emma's love language was cooking so when she felt the need to impress someone, she usually made her way to the kitchen. It was one of the few things she'd found that she was actually quite good at.
Emma's daughters helped their mom prepare a large, homemade breakfast of bacon, sausage, fried eggs, cheesy hash browns, and English muffins with jam. The kitchen was larger than the one in Emma's restaurant so it inspired her to make something big.
"They don't deserve all of this," Sophie quipped. "They look at us like trash."
"They still invited us into their home," Irma shot back. "And that's my fiancées family you're talking about so shut it."
"Girls! Focus on the food," Emma said in a stern voice. She flipped another strip of bacon and added two more links of sausage to another pan. She had a big appetite and always made lots of food.
Before long, the Grey girls began making their way down the stairs. Even Hope and Madeline were struck by how kind Emma was for making breakfast -- though they weren't used to eating such greasy offerings.
Jean was the last to come down the stairs. Dressed in a silky green robe, she looked strangely excited as the Frost girls set the table for breakfast...
So what does she say to Emma?
1. Nothing -- she's too nervous 2. She thanks her and begins to pitifully flirt 3. She gives her an awkward impromptu hug
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Post by Kappa on Dec 16, 2022 15:56:47 GMT
Her muffin top and ample chest squishing Emma's back, her thighs hot as they touch Emma's blubbery rear, Jean wraps her arms around Emma as best she could.
"How sweet of you, darling!" Jean coos. The hug awkwardly long, all of the Frost and Grey daughters watching in silence.
"What the hell was that?" Hope asks Madeline in disbelief.
"That was weird." Sophie whispers to Celeste.
Eventually, Emma and Jean sit down beside each other with played stacked high and coffee filled to the brim.
"Fantastic spread, Emmy!" Jean smiles, her nickname making everyone at the table uncomfortable.
"Thanks." Emma forces a smile. She is also very, very uncomfortable.
"Can I ask a personal question?" Jean inquires.
"... Sure?" Emma shrugs her spongey shoulders.
-"Is the father still in the picture?" -"Are you seeing anyone?" -"Are you lesbian?" -Suggestion
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Post by phoenix10 on Dec 16, 2022 21:29:57 GMT
"The father?!" Emma sputtered. She nearly spat out a mouthful of coffee.
"Of your girls," Jean clarified. It was clear she was absolutely oblivious to how intrusive the question was.
"Uh, well, no...we were never married and he moved to Japan a few years ago. We still talk occasionally though." Emma scooped up a forkful of hash browns and shoved them into her mouth. At the time, she had loved Logan, in a weird way. He was a slob and he was rough around the edges but he was sweet too. He was exactly what she had needed at the time.
"Oh. Well, that's a bit of a coincidence -- I divorced my husband last year," Jean said with a happy smile.
Across the table, all four of her daughters were mystified. They'd never seen their mom act quite like this. She was a great mom but she was stuffy and spoiled. Getting what she wanted was a given -- and she was never afraid to show her distaste. Emma was the kind of woman who truly disgusted Jean...normally. And yet here she was -- acting like they were the best of friends!
"A coincidence?"
"Yeah...we're both single!"
- Emma corrects Jean -- she isn't single - Emma is single but she's adamantly straight - Emma is single and is interested in women
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Post by Kappa on Dec 17, 2022 7:02:40 GMT
"Oh, you're dating someone?" Jean frowns.
The tension intense, Emma nods in response, Irma and Rachel both confused about the situation.
... It came off gay? They couldn't be reading that right!
"He's a nice a guy. Owns a deli on 22nd Street." Emma smiles. "He gives me great deals on meat!" Emma jokes.
"Ewe, mom!" Sophie looks disgusted.
Disappointed, Jean looks down at her plate with a scowl.
"Something wrong?" Emma questions.
"Yes, the bacon is undercooked, my eggs are runny, the hash browns aren't crispy enough, my toast is burnt, I don't like the brand of sausage you used, and what the heck did you do to my coffee???"
Emma simply shrugs her shoulders.
"Sorry you didn't like it." Emma apologizes, her daughters all offended by Jean's comments.
<"... Is my Mom gay?"> Rachel telepathically asks her fiancé.
<"Duh."> Irma quickly responds, the room silent as Jean pushes her plate away.
"Can I make you something else?" Emma asks kindly.
- Jean rudely rejects the offer - Jean demands something impossibly extravagant and difficult to make -Suggestion
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Post by phoenix10 on Dec 17, 2022 16:34:46 GMT
"More of this? Absolutely not." Jean got up in a huff and quickly left the kitchen, leaving her children utterly confused. One second, Jean loved Emma and the next, she couldn't stand her? Rachel knew about Lorna but she didn't really think her mother was gay. But now? Now she had to face the facts. Jean was pissed because Emma rejected her.
"The food really isn't that good," Hope said -- even though she'd already finished half her plate.
"Yeah, it's kinda gross," Madeline agreed. Both girls followed their mother out of the kitchen, leaving Rachel and Natalie to come to terms with things.
<"That was...strange;"> Natalie said telepathically to her sister.
<"Natalie, Mom's gay.">
Natalie raised an eyebrow as she took a bite of eggy sausage. <"What?! Since when?!">
<"Well, there's been a lot of things, pointing to it..."> Rachel decided to leave out the affair she knew had happened. <"But this solidifies it.">
<"I don't know...maybe.">
The rest of the girls finished dinner and Rachel and Natalie cleaned the kitchen. They were feeling bad about how their mother and sisters treated Emma.
"Don't worry -- I've had worse customers many many times. Jean's been awfully nice -- just seems like she woke up on the wrong side of the bed." Emma clapped Rachel on the back and gave her one of her signature cheeky smiles that really highlighted her double chin.
After breakfast, Rachel found her sisters working on decorating the Christmas tree. She sat down with her fiancée and began speaking telepathically to her.
<"So, my mom has a crush on your mom?">
Irma nodded slightly. <"A big one.">
<"And your mom is dating a guy in M Town?">
<"Yeah, his name's Shaw. He's just like Logan to be honest. Big, hulking, hairy, and always weirdly sweaty."> Irma made a face. <"He's nice though and mom seems to really like him.">
<"Huh. Well, I guess that's that.">
<"You want to play matchmaker, don't you?"> Irma knew her fiancée well.
<"I didn't say that!">
<"Didn't need to. Babe, it doesn't seem like my mom would be interested. At all.">
<"She might be? I mean, I didn't know I was gay until I met you.">
<"I don't know...">
- Jean's other daughters telepathically overheard and are livid - Rachel finds her mom and talks to her - Other
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Post by Kappa on Dec 17, 2022 22:28:09 GMT
"What's the matter, sweetie, is your better half upset about something?" Jean inquires as she sits on a couch, a glass of boxed wine in hand, watching a Christmas Movie on Lifetime. Her face flushed, her breath reeking of wine.
Rachel chose to talk to her mom when she was at this state. Buzzed and focused on cheap romance targeted to middle aged women.
"Well, sorta." Rachel pauses the tv. "Irma and I feel like you have... um... we feel like you have... uh... um... we feel like you have strong feelings for Emma."
"Well, she is my future in-law." Jean rolls her eyes.
"Which is why Irma and I like how nice you were to her... at first."
"I've been nothing but nice." Jean huffs before taking a sip of her wine.
"... Mom, are you gay?" Rachel gets straight to the point.
Jean, eyes wide...
-Rebuffs such an absurd question! -Finds it difficult to lie given her intoxicated state -Something else
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Post by phoenix10 on Dec 18, 2022 22:32:06 GMT
"Gay?! Honey, I had four children with your father. I am absolutely not gay. Not that I think there's anything wrong with being gay of course." Jean took a sip of wine and smiled. The redhead milf was, in her mind, telling the truth. She wasn't gay because she couldn't be gay. Sure, she divorced Scott and sure she was sexually attracted to Lorna and Emma but women like her weren't actually gay. She liked to have sex with women. That was it. That didn't make her gay -- in her eyes.
Rachel rolled her eyes. "Mom, being married to a man doesn't mean you're straight. Just means you were unhappy probably which is why you got divorced."
"We got divorced because we --"
"Fell out of love," Rachel finished. "I know, I've heard it before. But Mom, it's clear you like Emma. And that's really okay, if you do."
Jean unpaused the movie and kept her eyes glued to the screen. The protagonist was finally kissing the handsome, middle aged man. "Rachel, drop this. Emma is my future in-law and that's it."
Rachel sighed and left her mother to her boxed wine. It seems the direct approach wasn't going to work.
--
"Mom...why are you with Shaw?"
Emma looked up from her laptop. She was currently researching recipes in the guest house. Being away from her restaurant for so long was making her a little anxious.
"Well, he's nice. I like him."
Irma sat down at the foot of her mother's bed. Emma moved the laptop off her belly. "Really? Cause...he doesn't really seem like the kind of...person I imagined you'd end up with."
"Person, huh?" Emma cocked a brow.
"Mom, Mari was the kind of person I thought you'd end up with."
Emma sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. "Honey, we've talked about this. Mari is gone. Shaw makes me happy. End of story."
- Skip to dinner - Shaw shows up and Irma tells him off - Rachel tries to push Emma and Jean together
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Post by Kappa on Dec 19, 2022 0:14:14 GMT
Beef Wellington is no easy task. With homemade mashed potatoes, Mac and cheese, corn on the cob, homemade butter rolls, and French Onion Soup, Emma and her daughters went all out for dinner.
"It's too salty." Jean critiques a bite. Her daughters, besides Natalie and Rachel, nodding in agreement.
"Mom!" Rachel shakes her head.
"It's fine." Emma smiles, happily cutting her breaded meat. "I can handle criticism."
"Like Mari's." Irma smirks. Emma's eyes lit up, her cutting ceased.
"Mari?" Jean looks puzzled.
"Oh, she was like our second mom." Irma points. Her sisters all nodding in agreement.
Jean looked absolutely jealous.
"... I wouldn't say second mom." Emma shakes her head.
All her daughters break out in laughter.
"Please, she took us to school every day!" Celeste points out.
"She went to all of our recitals, Parent Teacher Conferences, practices, games, and events." Sophie adds.
"When we made cards and breakfast for Mother's Day, we did that for you and Mari!" Esme reminds her mom.
It was at this point Jean's eyes were aflutter with curiosity and delight.
"And she was also in charge of punishing us if we misbehaved!" Phoebe laughs. "God, I miss Mari."
"... Me to." Emma frowns. "Uh... but, I'm-I'm happy she's in Japan with Logan!"
<"Sure she is."> Irma telepathically sarcasms to her fiancé.
"You know, maybe I was a little harsh about your Beef Wellington." Jean says out of the blue. She dabs a chunk in dijon mustard, taking a slow and playful bite. "It's really grown on me."
"... That's good to hear?" Emma shrugs her spongy shoulders. What is with Jean's mood swings?!
-Jean continues to hit on Emma -Shaw shows up -suggestion
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