Mom Story - The Wine Box and Hallmark Flush
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Mom Story - The Wine Box and Hallmark Flush
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Jean Grey was your typical under-sexed, over-worked 37-year old mom. She had gotten divorced very recently and while her family had been wonderfully supportive, taking care of her brood of kids, it still wasn't easy.
She was attempting to cut up some pancakes for Phoebe, her three-year-old, but her ten-year-old and twelve-year-old, Natalie and Rachel, were bickering something fierce.
"Girls, please," Jean said exasperatedly. She looked in her mom purse and handed a baby fork to Phoebe who happily took it and began spearing away at her food.
"Mom..." Rachel started, her eyes glued to her mother's large, motherly chest. Loosely constrained in the top of her floral dress, it was hard not to stare at it. As a nursing mother, Jean's last concern was how much of her creamy tits were spilling out of the deep V in her dress. She was much more concerned with easy access for when her milky tits inevitably overflowed...which is exactly what was happening.
"Is Celeste hungry?" Rachel asked quietly, pointing at the top of Jean's dress. Jean's youngest, a redheaded one year old, looked up at her mommy from her high chair. Jean had fed her less than an hour ago -- but the overfed mother made more milk than her baby needed.
Jean looked down and her face became bright red with embarrassment. "Oh my god...why is this happening?!"
A booth over, Stark Industries top executive, Emma Frost, was trying to enjoy her Farmer's Omelette but the constant stream of childish screaming was ruining her morning. She came to this Denny's every Saturday solely because it's what she used to do with her own mother...back when she was a child. She made more than enough money to go somewhere much nicer but she typically liked this Denny's and the staff knew her. Never, in her thirty years of going to this Denny's, had she ever been so annoyed by a family. She balled her fist and took a sip of coffee. Were these kids' parents even trying to corral them? This was why she'd never wanted kids herself. They were little hellions.
Finally, when a straw wrapper hit her in the back of the head, Emma had had enough. She was Emma fucking Frost! She was not about to let this go. The parents were going to hear her peace after making her suffer through her typically peaceful meal. She turned around in the long booth, peaked over and saw...not was she was expecting.
She thought she'd see her typical haggard family with too many kids and not enough money. But instead, she saw a beautiful redheaded woman with some of the biggest breasts she'd ever seen...and a giant wet spot over the front of her light green dress. And...she was crying.
- Emma is so confused and turned-on that she just turns back around without saying anything
- Emma is immediately attracted to the woman and offers to help her
- Emma gets up and wordlessly helps Jean while trying to fight her arousal
- something else
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