C'est Possiblé | By : ReaperCB919 Category: Kim Possible > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 10679 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Anne Possible groaned into the kiss, her eyes closed as she reveled in the feel of soft lips pressing against hers. She’d been dreaming, she knew. She just couldn’t quite remember what, only that the feel of the hand on her waist and the press of lips had continued from the dream into the waking world. Her hand went to caress her partner’s cheek, feeling the soft skin. She heard the feminine moan, her mind concealing the significance of that as she let her tongue flick out to taste the lips pressed against hers.
“Oh… Mom…” The breathy moan of her daughter caught the neurosurgeon up short.
“Kimmie!” Anne shoved her daughter away, looking down at her as she realized what had happened. Her mind trying to make sense of it all, “What? Why? You kissed me?”
“You were moaning and sweating in your sleep, I thought you were having a nightmare… I…” Kim got up and ran from the room, the sound of the teen’s feet on stairs, then the slam of a door meaning she’d locked herself in her room.
Anne just sat there for a moment, her mind trying to process what had happened as the dream came back to her. A nightmare? No, she remembered feeling good, feeling aroused, but she couldn’t remember what or who it was about. Then she’d woken up to Kim kissing her. No! That was wrong. She shook it off.
Carefully, she made her way upstairs to her daughter’s room. She listened and heard Kim grunting and the sound controlled breathing. She knocked.
“Kim? Can I come in?” She asked politely.
“Mom…” A grunt, then a controlled breath, “Do.. We have…” Her words came in a hard rhythm.
Anne opened the door, “Yes Kim, we have to talk about it.” She looked around, then to the floor where the teen was in the middle of a pushup.
“It was a mistake, a stupid, childish, mistake.” She didn’t stop the pushups, her eyes fixed hard on the wall in front of her.
“Kimmie, are you attracted to women?” The question came out in a rush.
“That’s what you want to talk about? The gay thing? Forget the fact that I just kissed you… that you kissed me. And concentrate on is my daughter gay or not?” Kim stopped and came to a knee as she looked at her mother.
“Just tell me what happened…” Anne said, sitting on the bed.
“I don’t know mom… You were moaning, and I thought it was a nightmare. I leaned over you to wake you up, kiss your cheek. Then… God your lips were so soft… Mom… I… enjoyed it. I shouldn’t have, but…” She stopped.
“It’s ok Kimmie, we should have had this talk a long time ago…” She started.
“Mom, I know about sex, and attraction, and I like a few boys at school, but I’ve never felt anything like I did when I kissed you. I know it was wrong. I know we can’t… so just… just let me be. I’m fine mom. It was a childish accident.” Kim went back to doing pushups.
“I’m here if you want to talk Bubble-butt. Goodnight” Anne got up and left. She’d talk to her again when Kim calmed down. That was the best option.
“Mom…” Anne turned back, about to close the door.
“Yes Dear?”
“I love you.”
Anne smiled, “I love you to dear.” Then she closed the door, headed for the room she shared with her husband.
Once behind the closed door of her room, the elder red head fell back against it. The exchange with her daughter had quelled fires at the time, but now that things were calm again, she remembered the dream and her arousal came back to her. Her mind went to her husband first.
“Oh James, why have you been working so much lately…” Anne walked to the bed, leaving her shirt on the floor as she pulled it off.
She looked at herself in the mirror as she passed it and she smiled. Her thirty four year old frame was still in perfect shape. She’d filled out a bit more in her curves from giving birth twice, but a regular gym membership kept her body in the same shape of her teen years. Her breasts were fuller now, which she knew her husband liked. A few of her coworkers had been caught staring at them as well. Just another gift from giving birth to twins.
Anne carefully cupped her hands under her breast as she watched herself in the mirror. They were covered by a simple white bra, but they were sensitive to the slightest touch. She knew just what she liked. Her breathing was steady as she slid one hand slowly under the cup of her bra, fingertips moving over the soft skin.
Her eyes closed. She moved slowly back to the bed, falling down on it as she let her mind slip back into the dream she’d been having. Slowly she recalled the feel of lips on her neck as one hand undid the clasp of her bra. As the soft fabric fell to the bed she pinched one hardened nipple, eliciting a light moan. Her other hand skimmed manicured nails along the swell of her other breast. Teasing herself with the light scratches.
Her left hand began to trail slowly down her stomach, leaving just a feather light touch along the excited skin. In her mind, her dream lover was moving along the soft skin. The feel of warm breath brushing the hyper-sensitized nerve endings. As she unbuttoned her pants, a flash from the dream invaded her mind and she remembered her partner’s identity.
A smile curled her lips as she remembered the long tresses of black hair. The swell of tanned breasts. The seductive curves of brilliantly painted red lips. Emerald eyes so much like her husband and daughter, but so much more expressive as she kissed Anne’s soft thighs. Her college roommate had been quite the lover, but not the love of her life.
As Anne kicked out of her pants, her hand went to the crotch of her simple white panties, feeling them soaked through. She let out a low whimper as her palm began to grind against damp material, pressing firmly into the heat of her pussy.
“LaShei…” She whispered softly, her mind bringing the woman back up slowly, pretending it was a firmly muscled thigh grinding against her instead of her own hand.
In he mind, she imagined the woman’s husky tone, “Say it Annie, tell me you want it…” A low whimper escaped the red head’s lips. She knew this game, the slow tease that her friend liked to use. Bringing Anne to the brink of control. Taunting her until she had to ask for it. She felt the memory of the woman’s lips on her ear, “Tell me what you want.”
“Lick… lick…” Anne whimpered, “Lick my pussy…”
As she moaned the words her hand pushed inside her panties, trailing through the soft trimmed curls of her ginger bush. She forced them down as two fingers shoved into her slit. She let out a groan at the invasion, her thumb pressed hard against her throbbing clit. Before she knew it she was thrusting her hips in time with her memories. Her questing fingers pounding into the dripping heat of her sex as if they were the tongue and fingers of her former roomate.
“Oh… Oh… Oh… That’s the spot… yes…” Her breathing was ragged, her hips thrusting faster and faster as her fingers shoved as deeply as they could into her core.
The hand on her breast convulsed and dug nails into her soft mound as she groaned in ecstasy. Her eyes opened and she saw the mirror again, watching her body squirm on the bed as if she were someone else. She watched two fingers slamming inside her. She whimpered as her eyes fell on the light scratches along her breast created by her own nails in the heat of passion. She watched her thighs ripple as they lifted her ass from the bed to try and drive her fingers deeper.
“So… so…close… Almost… there…” She moaned.
As she continued the assault on her senses, her eyes closed again. She concentrated on the green eyes of her dream. Then gasped as LaShei’s form became that of her teenaged daughter. The part of her that was still thinking straight told her it was wrong, but her lust addled brain couldn’t stop as her body over loaded on stimuli. She came, her body shaking as wet heat erupted over her fingers and onto the bed. Her hips slammed up hard, a stream of cum shooting out past her fingers. Her body went rigid as her muscles contracted.
“Kim!” She hissed through gritted teeth.
Slowly, her body relaxed as she fell back to the bed spent. Her mind fogged by the afterglow of lust. Somewhere, she thought she heard a door close before sleep claimed her.
Kim ran back to her room. Her breathing ragged as she tried to force the thoughts out of her mind. She’d just watched her mother masturbate. First to some woman named LaShei, then she’d heard the elder Possible call out Kim as she came. As the teenager slammed the door to her room behind her, she growled in frustration. Quickly she dropped back to the floor. Forcing herself to do pushups.
“It’s wrong… she’s my mother… it was an accident… I don’t want to sleep with mom. I’m too young. Sex is wrong. Who’s LaShei?” Kim’s push ups stopped dead as that last question passed her lips. “No!”
Again she started her pushups, counting them out as she did. Feeling her muscles tighten as she passed a hundred. Even after that though, her mind still played back the scene of her mother writhing on the bed. Fingers disappearing between the wet folds of her sex.
“Out of my head…” she growled again.
As her arms grew tired, she rolled over, locking her feet under her dresser she started to do sit ups. Her abs tightening again and again as she forced herself to concentrate on anything but the image of Anne naked.
The doctor stopped Anne’s story, “How do you…”
“She told me Anna, isn’t it obvious? We’ve discussed our relationship several times as we made love…” Her smile was beatific, “But we’ll get to that, now let me continue… I told you this was a long story… Kim was in her room, trying to work off her frustrations from my little inadvertent show…”
Kim growled again as she collapsed panting to the floor. Her body was exhausted from the marathon of pushups and sit ups. She’d turned over again once her abs started to scream from the tight pain. Then again as her arms had turned to lead for a second time. The last set of sit ups though had done it and she soon drifted off to sleep on the floor.
Normally a reprieve from the stress of any day, her dreaming mind betrayed her in this instance. First it replayed the images of her mother’s own arousal. Her body curling on the floor as the so fresh images assaulted her mind. It replayed the kiss; intended only to wake her mother from what she now knew wasn’t a nightmare. Then the feel of soft lips on her own. This time though, instead of pushing her away, Anne pulled her closer.
She felt her mother’s soft lips move to her neck. Her hands moved over the curves of her mom’s body. One caressing the swell of shapely breast, the other tangled in the soft fall of red hair, pulling Anne’s lips tighter to her neck. She let out a low moan as she felt her body respond. The sensations of nails on flesh caused her to arch into her mother’s embrace. Then she felt it, a steady hand sliding beneath her shirt to tease her own small breast.
“Mom…” She whimpered.
“Kim…” The breathy moan came from her mother.
“Kim.. Kim! Kimmie-Cub… Wake up! It’s morning.”
The sound of her father knocking on the door and calling her jolted Kim from the restless sleep she had been having, awaking still on the floor, her hand in her unbuttoned pants, her top pushed up and bra askew as her other hand rested there. She panicked calling out to him quickly.
“I’m awake dad, don’t come in. I’ll be down in after I shower!” She shot up, grabbing her clothes as she quickly bee lined for the loft’s bathroom and shower.
Once inside she stripped quickly and turned the cold water on full before jumping into the freezing torrent. She slammed a fist into the shower wall as she cried.
“It’s… not… right!”
“That certainly sounds like an inauspicious start to a relationship you’d give up everything for.” Anna pointed out.
“Think about it doctor… I raised Kim like any good mother would a child. She knew that incest was ‘wrong’. Knew that what she was feeling wasn’t acceptable. What would you have done if you found yourself falling for your mother?” Anne smiled.
“I see your point. But what about you? Your own little masturbatory session?” Anna asked.
“Well, at that point in time, I was a very frustrated housewife. My husband James was working at the space center more and more as they tried to perfect something, and he would be there late into the evening when, unless I had an emergency, my days usually ended and I made it home to see to the family. At that point, I think it had been three weeks since we’d had sex, and I’m sure you realize that masturbation isn’t as satisfying. The memory of LaShei, well that was wistful dreaming from my experimental stage in college. When she became Kim in my fantasy, I was too far gone to stop, and I can’t be blamed for a subconscious substitution. I still didn’t believe I was attracted to my daughter.” Anne smiled, “No… revelation didn’t come till some weeks later… but that’s getting ahead of ourselves. We still have several things to discuss before I tell you how I woke up.”
“Like what?” Anna asked.
“Just listen doctor… you’ll hear it all…” Anne smiled, “After all, you cancelled all those appointments just for me.”
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