Rogue, Storm & Jean Grey Grow Old & Hot

The year is 2035. Jean Grey, Storm and Rogue live together on the quiet estate of X-Home. X-Home was designed to attend the needs of the X-men in their old age, but only these three women had survived.

Nestled in the foothills of a little-known mountain range, they grow old together, setting on the porch, playing shuffleboard on the courts and watching the seasons unfold. Little occupies their minds, but for memories of past adventures and longings for lost lovers.

Jean has grown wrinkled and fat. She leans back in her chair and rubs the parchment skin of her stomach beneath her dressing gown. Watching her dearest friends in the world play checkers, she reminisces about the old days.

How she had hated Rogue at one point! How she had battled Storm when she fell under Magneto's control. The men in their lives had died in the mutant wars. Now they were all that was left. And, she felt longing for those days.

Storm and Rogue are both aging gracefully as well. Rogue looks the most beautiful, as her powers have kept her body from aging normally. Still, she bears the weight of years around her hips and triangular thighs.

Storm's hair is just as white as always, but thinner with less body to it. Her heavy breasts brush the game board as she reaches forward to jump Rogue's king. The gentle curves of her mature body show cleanly through the sheer nighty she wears around the home.

As noon rolls around, Storm complains aloud that she is hungry. They all agree, and look around for their faithful young manservant.

Rogue calls their servant to her with mental power, something he is used to by now. He arrives with lunch, and the hungry ladies twitter and laugh at how sexy he looks as he serves their meal.

The meal smells delicious and Rogue's tummy complains. They all laugh and giggle at the sound when Storm tries to suppress her own hungry sounds.  The three of them are really in tune with one another, from menopause to hunger. Even their tummies rumble together after years of living so closely.

Clam chowder, melon wedges and crab cakes fill their plates and the three friends enjoy their meal. They invite the servant to set down and sup with them. He sets and enjoys half of a mimosa with them before begging his leave.  "I've got to go tend the roses, please excuse me." he tells them.

As he walks away, Jean watches his round behind and well-muscled arms with a twinge of desire. How she missed Cyclops and Wolverine. The way they fought over her made her lust for them again. May they rest in peace. Her hunger for the touch of a man is growing and her stomach actually growls at the thought. Again, she caresses her belly, allowing her hand to fall to her lap, just barely touching her clit.

Later, in the hot tub, the three elderly women invite the servant in. He gazes upon their fattened bodies, half floating out of the water. Encouraged by their adoration of him, he chooses to join!

Slipping into the water nude, the three of them watch every inch of him go under. He is a god among men at the X-Home. In fact, he is the only man there. They all admire him, but the aged Jean Grey is the one to advance.

She loosens her top to reveal perfectly preserved breasts, which float to the top of the tub. She removes her swimsuit entirely and places it on a nearby hook. She lounges back and places a foot between the legs of this man.

The other two are really titillated now. They have all talked at length about their erotic fantasies involving this loyal servant. What they would do, how it would happen, what they would wear were topics of much giggling. But, only Jean had been brave enough to approach him so.

Storm stands, revealing that she is nude already. She stretches to the sun's rays and calls forth a bit of snow on this cool afternoon. Flakes melt against her hot skin and she raises a thigh near his face. He reaches out a hand to touch her speckled leg.

Her body is thick and lovely. Her skin is not wrinkled like parchment, but smooth and soft like deerskin leather. She is a big woman, spoiled by the excesses of old age in X-Home.

Without a word, enchanted by the falling snow she caresses her belly with erotic fingers and moves her hand to her pussy. She leans in and buries the man's face in it. He sucks her clit and she leans back in ecstasy. Jean rubs his cock with her hand below the water now. The two women glow with the youthful energy of sex again!

Rogue sets in a corner of the tub, watching as always. For, although she has needs she cannot touch a man. She wears long pants and gloves in the tub to avoid damaging her dear friends with her power. She fingers herself, moving the other hand slowly up her belly to fondle her tits. Waves of heat meet gentle snowflakes as she watches the other three make love.

- by Lance Johnson