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Milf Hunter	By : TheHiddenDarkness Category: Kim Possible > General Views: 11057 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Milf Hunter
Chapter Two: Comfort

Ron is once again walking home, books in hand, after showering and getting dressed. Betty warned him to act normal, as such he was fighting a giddy expression off his face the entire time. He barely even noticed he was walking past the Possible household again, as the exit elevator dropped him off in this direction. It was late in the day, and all but one of the Possible households lights were turned off.

Ron had a sudden worry about what happened with Betty, specifically her spying on the Possible home, and wanted to check in if Anne knew. After knocking on the door he waited for a few moments before.

“Who is it?” Anne called from inside, her voice sounding weird to Ron.

“It's Ron, can we talk?” Ron responded. Not long after the door opened up. Anne was still wearing her sun dress from earlier, and despite her efforts to wipe away the effects, it was clear she was just crying. “Hey are you okay?” Ron asked concerned. Anne just shook her head, to say no or to clear her eyes Ron did not know or care. He walked into the doorway and engulfed Anne in a hug, one hand rubbing her back. “Ssh, don't worry. Let it out.” Ron comforted Anne.

Anne was unable to hold back any more, clutching to the front of Ron's shirt, she cried. She didn't say anything, how could she. Ron's conversation earlier only reminded her how poorly her relationship with James has become over the years since the Twins were born, despite her best efforts. She did not know how long she stood there, crying in the doorway in Ron's arms, his hand stroking her back and he spoke sweet nothings to soothe her. Eventually she was brought back to reality by a cold breeze due to the open door.

“Ron.” Anne sniffed out, pulling away.

“Yeah?” Ron asked, his face full of concern.

“Thank you.” Anne spoke quietly but simply, wiping her eyes.

“Shh. It's okay.” Ron reassured Anne. “Do you want to talk about it?” Anne shook her head no. “Want me to make you something?” Anne didn't react, thinking over the request. “How about some hot chocolate and cream?” Ron asked. Anne nodded. “Well, why don't you go sit down and I'll be right back.” Ron instructed Anne as he fully released her from his arms, closing the door before he walked to the kitchen. Anne walked over to the couch in the living room and just let gravity do its work instead of sitting down. She felt cold without Ron's arms around her. Grabbing the TV remote. Anne flicked through the channels to distract herself.

Ron was in the Kitchen making the hot chocolate. Instead of using the quick mix, he was making his special home made version, with mean he had some chocolate melting in a pan as he slowly added in milk and mixed it together. Once done with the milk, Ron turned the stove off to let the liquid cool slightly before grabbing some cinnamon and the whipped cream from the fridge. Grabbing two cups, he filled them with hot chocolate, topped with some cinnamon powder before topping with a nice swirl of whipped cream. Nodding to himself, Ron grabbed both cups before heading back to the living room.

“Watching anything good?” Ron asked as he entered, trying to start up some small talk. Anne shook her head no, she was sat with her feet on the couch and he knee's tucked under her chin with her arms around them. Ron could never remember seeing Anne like this. “Hey. Try some of this.” Ron tried. Sitting next to Anne and giving her a cup of Hot Chocolate. Anne put the remote down, before grabbing the hot chocolate, seeing Ron take a small sip, she followed suit. It was not that hot, but much thicker and better tasting to the stuff she makes.

“Ron, how did you make this?” Anne asked quietly, before taking another sip.

“I used your left over chocolate to make it in the pan. Is it good?” Ron asked, causing Anne to nod. “Don't worry, I'll replace the chocolate.” Ron re-assured Anne. He knew what it was like to have a secret stash of food and it not being there when needed. He could not hide anything from Rufus, no matter how hard he tried. Ron took a bigger drink of his own hot chocolate. He felt his nose touch the whip cream, but before he could wipe it away, he heard Anne giggle. “What?” Ron decided to play along, made some funny faces. “Do I have something on my face?” Anne threw her head back, her fat falling off as she laughed at loud. Ron smiled. This was better than a sad Anne all day.

Ron kept making funny faces, most of them he went cross eyed trying to look at the whipped cream on the tip of his nose. Anne had to put her cup down on the coffee table as she nearly fell of the couch laughing so much.

“Wow. Easy there.” Ron cautioned after grabbing Anne by her shoulder and pulling her back against the couch. Anne's laughing fit started to go away. “Feeling better?” Ron asked.

“Much.” Anne smiled at Ron, who gave his usual goofy grin back. “Thank you.” Anne grabbed her drink again, but this time leant against Ron's shoulder, with her feet tucked underneath her legs. Ron and Kim has been in this situation a thousand times before, usually when Kim needed comforting. So he lifted his arm to pull Anne into a half hug, one hand holding his drink while the other rubbed Anne's upper arm.

“Any time, you look so much better with a smile on your face instead of tears in your eyes.” Ron spoke honestly. Anne blushed lightly but smiled at the compliment. She grabbed the remote again with her free hand.

“So what do you want to watch?” Anne asked, as the channel surfing continued.

“Whatever you want is fine with me.” Ron responded. Anne ended up on some chick flick, she has not saw it before, but Ron has saw it due to Kim being obsessed with the movie star. Bruce Willis. Least it guaranteed some action scenes though. The two finished their drinks and sat in comfortable silence as Anne enjoyed the film.

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Anne woke up slowly, feeling something she has not felt in many years. She opened her eyes to see her living room, TV having turned itself off and the first signs of the early morning sun breaking through the blinds to light up some of the room. The kitchen light still being on provided additional light. Anne reflexly bit her lip to stop a moan as something squeezed her left breast. Many years with kids has made it habit it for her to be quiet.

Anne was slowly dozing off again before she felt her eyes snap open as she froze. The night before came back to her. Ron comforting her, her kids and husband out of the house. Anne moved her head to confirm her fears, and saw that she was sleeping against Ron on the couch. Her sun dress slipped in the night, and Ron's arm under her head reached round to gently grab the sensitive flesh of her left breast in his large hand. As she shifted to check behind her. Anne froze as she felt something large, hot and throbbing separating her ass cheeks. She glanced down as best as she could, and could clearly see that her sun dress had ridden up around her hips during her sleep. Her thong was still on, but clearly wrapped around the dick splitting her ass cheeks keeping it tightly pressed against her.

Anne moved her head back to its resting position as the strain on her neck became too much as she tried to process what happened. She and Ron were watching a movie... and then nothing. They clearly fell asleep, but she could not remember getting into such a position or how it became so intimate. Anne reached down with her free hand, the other keeping Ron's other hand busy with a finger lock on her stomach. She felt Ron's cock twitch as the tip of her fingers lightly touched it. Moving slowly, she unhooked the string of her thong from his cock, before going absolute still as Ron moved.

“Hmmm... Hotdogs.” Ron mumbled in his sleep, rocking his hips slightly to press against Anne's rear, before with a squeeze of her breast, he relaxed. Anne had to bite her lip to keep quiet and not to moan at the stimulus. Waiting for who knows how long, Anne finally felt her heart beat calm down. She tried to edge her hips forward, to get up and dressed, but Ron moved the second she did. As she released his hand, he hugged her around her stomach before pulling her in as close as she could, she could now feel Ron breath on the back of her neck and ear, his cock still spreading her ass cheeks.

Anne did not know what to do, did she force herself up and away from Ron, telling him off for something he clearly was not controlling. Or did she continue to try and sneak out with each failure making things more intimate? She did not know, and as she thought long and hard about it. Ron began to awake. Not knowing what to do. Anne decided to fake sleeping and see what Ron would do, she closed her eyes and waited.

Ron woke up, feeling stiff and with a dead arm. He tried to move it but found he could not. Opening his eyes, he is startled wide awake by the sight in front of him. Anne had her back to him, head resting on his arm, explaining the lack of feeling in it. He slowly started to awake, and as he tried to shift away, became very aware of problem down below. With a look of dread on his face, he looked down and saw a sight that left him stunned. Anne's dressed had hiked up her hips to expose all of her big ass to him, which was currently spread in two by his cock snuggling between her two fat cheeks. Ron gulped as he could only see the tip of his cock, the rest of his man meat covered by Anne's big ass.

“Uh-oh” Ron whispered to himself, unaware Anne was listening. Ron looked back to Anne, to make sure he didn't wake her up. He saw a slight small on Anne's face, with her short dark auburn hair slightly covering her cheeks and eyes. Ron then noticed where his other hand was, groping Anne's breast still partially hidden by her sun dress. Ron could command his hand to move, but he could not feel anything due to the lack of blood flow. “Crap.” Ron whispered, at what he did not know.

Anne had to smile at Ron's whispered reaction. It seems her gut reaction was right and Ron was not at fault, worrying about the situation like she was. Feeling naughty and vindictive, she wiggled against Ron, pushing herself closer to him like he pulled against her earlier. It was only once she felt the practical hum of Ron's cock against her anus that she remembered why this was a bad idea. She opened her eyes slightly, looking down to the wedding ring on her finger, thinking.

Ron did not know what to do, he didn't dare move after that amazingly soft rear pressed up against him. Anne was his first crush, and she was practically naked in his lap, and after his sexual awakening the day before, images of Anne taking Betty's place filled his head. Feeling his dick throb with arousal, Ron panicked and tried to think of the least sexy thing possible, which was Mathematics in this case. Maths never failed to bore him before, and as always it was super effective, Ron was so bored by thinking of Maths he fell asleep again.

Anne felt Ron fall asleep again, the change in his breathing being a big indicator. She just had to wait for his cock to soften before she could try escaping again, leaving her to thoughts about her husband.

Unfortunately for Anne, Ron never went soft. Time passed as the shadows got shorter with the rising Sun and Anne felt the urge to pee come. Waiting or not, she had to go to the toilet. Carefully, Anne pulled Ron's fingers free from her breast, before holding his hand with one of hers away from her body. She rolled slightly away, stopping Ron's hand that went for her hip with her own. She rolled forward until she felt his cock slip free of her ass cheeks and with a careful sigh she rolled off the couch onto her knee's on the floor. Placing Ron's hands carefully back on the couch, she could now see his cock in its full glory. It was big, long and thick, and poking up free of Ron's still buttoned up pants.

Anne shook her head, trying not to think on it, at all, as she got up and headed for the bathroom upstairs. She stopped at the doorway, fixing her sun dress and looking back at Ron. She bit her lip, before shaking her head and heading upstairs.

Ron breathed out a sigh of relief. He could feel Anne getting up, which woke him up, but thankfully she didn't make a fuss about what happened. Hearing her sneak up the stairs, Ron opened his eyes, before shoving his cock back into his pants.

'I knew they are baggy but come on.' Ron moaned internally to himself. 'Going to have to get a belt or something.' Ron is thinking to himself, before seeing the time on the clock. 'After a few more hours.' Ron rolled over, facing the back of the couch, before going back to sleep. It was too early to deal with this and he was tired.

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Anne stood facing her bed, naked except for the fluffy pink bathrobe she was wearing. She just got out of the shower, and laid on her bed was the two outfits she chose for the day. On the left was a normal sun dress, although this one had a longer skirt and no real neck line, something more conservative but still able to handle the hot day ahead. The other outfit was not even her clothes. They are Kim's.

Anne is having dishonest thoughts about Ron, about her lack of relationship with her Husband, and what she could wear to get Ron's attention when she picked it out. A tight pair of crème yoga pants, and a dark purple sports bra. Both items of clothing were for her daughter, and were therefore a few sizes too small, especially in certain area's. Her phone lighted up and dinged with the text notification breaking her out of her thoughts.

Hi Honey,

Bad news, I have to stay in Florida for a few more weeks due to some top secret work stuff, sorry I cannot say more.

The kids will still be returning on Monday, I arranged for a flight for them, Kim can look after the boys and I've warned them to behave.

James

Anne frowned at the message. James always wrote his texts like a letter, but he changed the way he ended them. He used to end with, 'Love you lots', or 'Love, James', but he long since stopped. Typing a quick reply confirming the details, and asking for the flight number for later, she threw her phone on the bed, before her eyes landed on Kim's clothes, her mind made up. Taking off her bathrobe, she slipped on a crème thong, matching the yoga pants. Grabbing the yoga pants, she stepped into them, and started to pull them up, just before her ass they got kind of stuck and hard to move. Wiggling her hips, and pushing her soft flesh into the thick band at the top of the yoga pants, she slowly brought the pants higher, until she had them as high as she could get them, flush against her crotch.

Looking in the mirror, the yoga pants looked like a three quarter leggings on her, and did not fully reach the top of her hips. The top band of her thong was in full display, as well as the crème coloured cloth plunging into the front of the yoga pants. Turning around, Anne saw the top of her ass spilling out from the tight confines of the Yoga pants. She pulled on it tighter, making the Yoga pants ride up her crack as her ass barely fit inside. Nodding to herself, Anne reached for the sports top. Putting that on was easier, but still a challenge. In the end her tits were pushed up, making them look bigger and her nipples only just covered by the tight clothing, which did not hide her hard nipples. Her breasts were sensitive and the rough handling made her nipples had. Giving herself a look over in the mirror, Anne nodded to herself, before grabbing some light make up and her hair brush for the finishing touches.

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Ron woke up to one of his favourite smells. Cooking bacon. Rolling over and on to his feet Ron made his way towards the kitchen. Still not fully awake, the thoughts of earlier did not enter his mind, after all it was not the first time he woke up on the Possible couch, and doubtlessly the last.

“Morning Ron, hungry?” Anne asked from the stove, stopping Ron dead. Tight crème pants clung to Anne's lower half, only just managing to keep most of her big ass contained. The top was clearly spilling out, not that Ron could complain with how they rode up Anne's groin, clearly showing a cameltoe and a cleft of the tight material stuck between Anne's ass cheeks. Topped with the sight of what clearly was a thong showing up top, Ron felt his cock harden at the sight, and the returning memory of his cock engulfed by those delicious looking orbs. “Hope you don't mind, only clothes I got left that are clean.” Anne lied, not that Ron knew. She did have a wash of clothes going just to sell the excuse more.

“Erm. No!” Ron said quickly.

“No to the being hungry? Or no you don't mind my clothes?” Anne asked coyly, hiding her smile from Ron. She could practically feel his gaze devouring her, and it feels nice to be desired again.

“No to the clothes.” Ron said simply. “I will always eat what you serve up.” Ron's gaze were locked on the lips showing between Anne's legs.

“Good, take a seat, I will serve up in a minute.” Anne said, before she started to hum to herself. Shaking himself free from the hypnotic site, Ron made his way to the table. From the side Ron could see Anne had an apron on, but he could not take his eyes away from her rear that seemed to stick straight out in defiance of gravity.

“You are a good boy.” Anne teased. “Always cleaning your plate up.” Anne placed the freshly cooked bacon onto a plate already containing eggs, tomatoes and toast. Taking off her apron, she placed it on its pegs before grabbing the two plates. She turned to Ron with a smile, who had a more than goofy look on his face. He had to use everything to look Anne in the face as she walked over, and not the jiggling breasts barely contained in her tight sports bra.

“Thank you.” Ron spoke as Anne placed the plate in front of him, before she walked to the table opposite and taking a seat herself.

“You're welcome. Consider it thanks for last night.” Anne responded, cutting up her food. Due to the bad habit of getting called to work while eating, she pre-cuts her food to ensure she could always grab a last mouthful before she ever had to rush.

“Erm. No worries, anytime.” Ron spoke honestly, half of his bacon was already gone.

“Slow down, it ain't a race.” Anne chided Ron motherly, making him blush. “Would you like some OJ?” Anne asked. Ron nodded, not trusting his voice right now. Anne got up and walked to the fridge. Ron's eyes were glued to her ass as she added an extra sway to her hips, making the tightly contained flesh jiggle back and forth. As she opened the door, Anne leaned forward slightly to grab the jug of OJ she placed their earlier. Ron's eyes grew as Anne all but pointed her ass right at him. The heavenly vision did not last for long before Anne stood back up, and closed the door. Walking back over, she grabbed two glasses. Taking her seat back, she poured herself half a glass. Ron felt his hearth stop and Anne leaned forward to fill his glass.

Her breasts dominated his vision, including the valley of her cleavage that disappeared into the tight top. With a slight shake as she stopped, Anne filled Ron's glass 3 / 4 of the way up. Sitting back, Anne followed Ron's gaze in an obvious manner.

“Did something slip?” Anne asked coyly, placing the half empty jug of OJ down as she pulled at the bottom of her top. It made her breasts pop out even bigger.

“No.” Ron choked out, blushing before he grabbed a drink. “You just look good.” Ron got out weakly before taking a drink.

“Why thank you.” Anne smiled, before returning to her food. Food, Ron focused on that, the one thing that could always keep his attention.

The rest of the meal passed in relative silence as they both enjoyed the food. Soon, Ron was finished and move up to start working on the dishes.

“You don't have to do that Ron.” Anne spoke, taking one of her last bites of toast and egg.

“It's okay Anne, just bring me your plate when you're done.” Ron smiled back at Anne, focusing on washing his plate before focusing on the pans used to cook the bacon and eggs. Anne shook her head, as she finished her meal. Ron never needed prompting to help around the house. Unlike her kids, even Kim had to be threatened or bribed. Getting up, she took her plate next to Ron.

Ron went still as Anne hugged him from behind, her chin resting on his shoulder. He could feel her large chest and two nipples pushed against his back.

“Thank you again, for last night.” Anne whispered into Ron's ear, flexing a tighter hug for a moment, before giving Ron a kiss on the cheek and heading into the living room. Ron was stunned into silence. He rather blankly finished cleaning the rest of the dishes. He dried his hands off, before heading the the bathroom to take care of his morning business, before cleaning his hands again. Leaving the bathroom Ron headed for the living room. Anne was laid on her belly taking up most of the couch. Anne perked up when Ron entered, pushing up with her arms and arching her back, making her chest stand out. “Do you want a seat?” Anne asked, as she swung her legs out, leaving her sat in the centre of the couch. Ron wordlessly walked up and sat at one end of the couch, leaving plenty of room between him and Anne.

“What's the plan for today?” Ron asked, trying to keep things normal.

“Well...” Anne began, feeling nervous.

“Well what?” Ron asked curious.

“If you don't mind...” Anne trailed off and mumbled something.

“What? I cannot hear you.” Ron asked again.

“Can we snuggle and watch TV again?” Anne asked clearly this time, obviously embarrassed. Ron just smiled, and nodded.

“Sure.” Ron opened his arm, and Anne slid into place, although she did not lean against him like last night, but instead rested her head on his lap.

“Thank you.” Anne spoke softly, but earnestly. Ron's arm was kind of hanging in the air, he was not sure where to put it. “Could you rub my belly?” Anne asked, so soft Ron barely heard her.

“Sure.” Ron dropped his hand, and slowly rubbed circles on her tight stomach. He thought this might be period pains, having done similar for Kim on long flights. “What are we watching?” Ron asked, seeing just the news on TV currently.

“Hmmm, you can pick.” Anne spoke softly, handling Ron the remote from the coffee table.

Ron typed in a channel he knew off by heart, and was always on a early Saturday morning, Fearless Ferret re-runs were on. Settling in, Ron got comfy as his right hand continued to rub circles on Anne's naval.

Anne was not really watching the TV, instead she closed her eyes, enjoying the relaxing sensation of Ron rubbing her stomach. Before she knew it, she fell back asleep.

Ron noticed Anne fell asleep, but kept rubbing circles on her tummy as he watched TV. Thankfully he had the remote and such did not have to get up any time soon.

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It was around mid day when Anne started to wake up again. She could feel Ron still rubbing her belly.

“Hmm what time is it.” Anne moaned out tiredly.

“Just gone 11am.” Ron answered. “How are you feeling?” Ron asked.

“Hmm... Great.” Anne responded. “Sorry for falling asleep on you.”

“It's no problem.” Ron spoke softly. Anne pushed herself up, sliding into Ron so she was leaning into him with his arm now beyond her back and the hand that was on her stomach now settled on her hip.

Ron looked down to Anne and stopped cold. During her sleep Anne's top lost part of the fight, and now her pink nipples and half her areola were clearly visible.

“Erm, you slipped.” Ron spoke quickly.

“Slipped. What?” Anne questioned, even though she could feel what he meant.

“There.” Ron indicated with a free hand to her chest area.

“Oh.” Anne feigned surprise, before blushing for real and pulling her top up. “There, is that better?” Anne asked.

“I wouldn't say better...” Ron muttered, but Anne heard anyway.

“Naughty boy.” Anne admonished with a light smack to Ron's surprisingly firm stomach.

“You heard that?” Ron asked mortified. Anne nodded. “Kill me now.” Ron moaned out, rolling his head back to rest of on the top of the couch.

“It's okay Ron, I don't mind you looking.” Anne said honestly. “At least you are a gentleman about it.” Ron's head snapped to look at Anne, unbelieving what he just heard. Anne ignored the look as she focused on the TV. It was some cartoon about ninja turtles she saw her boys watch before.

Ron was taking in the sight of Anne, with her leaning against him her breasts were all but in full view, with the sun hitting her hair in just the right manner to look like solid fire. Ron watched as Anne grabbed his hand on her hip, expecting her to move it, instead she just entwined her fingers with his and left it there. Ron dumbly turned back to the TV, his mind unable to cope with the overload of information.

Anne was getting bored, the cartoon was not bad, but clearly aimed at kids. She was hoping to stimulate Ron as an excuse to see his penis, in 'fear of swollen size' or some half thought idea she had. But so far Ron has had no reaction like he did this morning. Anne watched as Ron moved to rub his upper groin area
“Something the matter Ron?” Anne asked.

“What?” Ron was confused, before Anne tapped his hand. “Oh no... just itchy.” Anne frowned, not thinking what that could be.

“What have you done to cause it to be itchy?” Anne demanded. Ron stopped.

“Me? I did nothing. Nothing important. Why?” Ron responded quickly he was clearly hiding something.

“Don't lie to me.” Anne said seriously. “Now what's wrong? Why does it itch?” Anne pressed with her questions.

“Nothing I just shaved last night.” Ron spoke honestly, while avoiding the truth of the matter with Betty.

“You sure you are okay? Want me to check?” Anne asked meaningfully. She blushed as she realised what she said.

“No. More than fine.” Ron said quickly himself, blushing as both refused to look at each other.

“Ron. If it bothers you, I can look over it and give you my medical opinion.” Anne turned to look at Ron, noticing he was looking away. “Hey.” She poked him in the ribs, making him jump. “It's nothing to be embarrassed about. I Shave down there as well.” Anne admitted.

“You... do?” Ron asked nervously.

“Yes, in fact, did you use any cream or moisturiser after shaving to deal with the itch?” Anne questioned.

“No, first time doing it.”

“Then follow me.” Anne spoke as she stood up, pulling Ron up with her entwined hand. Pulling Ron along, she forced him to walk behind her due to the fact it was their right hands that were holding. Ron's eyes were glued to Anne's ass as it shook and wobbled with each step, his cock starting to grow hard as he walked up the stairs behind her, her ass practically in his face as she refused to let him go and as such he had to follow close behind. He could clearly see the cameltoe from the yoga pants, and Ron could even smell Anne's sex, similar but different to the smell of Betty last night. Anne smelt more flowery.

Anne lead Ron into the master bathroom connected to her bedroom. She let go of Ron's hand as she moved to the sink to grab a bottle of some kind from a selection of a dozen different coloured bottles in a basket.

“Here, this should do it.” Anne spoke honestly, before turning to face Ron. She blushed as she noticed the obvious bulge in his pants. “Erm... Well.” Anne coughed, breaking her thoughts as she slipped into her doctor personality. “Please show me the affected area.” Anne requested softly.

“Really... I can do it myself.” Ron spoke nervously. Anne glared at Ron.

“I need to make sure the problem is as simple as you said, and to show you how to apply it correctly.”

“Ap...Apply it?” Ron choked out.

“Now, I will not ask again.” Anne stood there, clearly annoyed. Ron hurried to obey, dropping his pants and underwear in one fluid movement, the baggy clothes had a bad habit of falling off for a reason after all.

Anne stood staring at Ron's impressive manhood. It looked even bigger than it felt earlier. Anne dropped to her knee's, the impressive cock pointing right between her eyes. With great difficulty she ignored that, and looked at Ron's skin around his shaft and balls.

“Is everything okay?” Ron asked nervously.

“Yes, the issues seem to be what you claimed.” Anne spoke calmly, it was only her many years as a doctor that helped her keep up this act. Opening the bottle, she squirted some of the liquid into her hand before spreading it across Ron's red upper pubic area.

“Cold.” Ron complained. Anne just smiled as she worked on spreading the lotion all around Ron's red skin, easing and removing the itch. When she reached his balls. Ron's cock twitched and ended up smacking Anne across the face. Ron would have stepped back if not for the hands holding onto his balls. “I'm so sorry.” Ron began.

“It's okay.” Anne spoke simply. A trail of pre-cum connected her cheeks and lips, where the head smacked into her, to the tip of his penis. Ignoring it for now, despite the desire to lick her lips. Anne continued to rob the lotion to Ron's balls. Ron could not help the moan that left his mouth. Anne looked up to see Ron biting a finger to keep quiet.

Anne continued to Rob lotion into Ron's irritated skin, rubbing her hands further down onto his gooch, and stopped when she felt the first hair brush her finger just before she reached his anus. Rubbing her hands back up, Anne made sure the lotion was properly rubbed in.

“There, does that feel better?” Anne asked, looking back up to Ron.

“It feels amazing.” Ron moaned out, after removing the finger from between his teeth. Anne moved her gaze back down to Ron's hard cock, but enough doubts bothered her enough for her to pull away and stand back up. Anne placed the lotion back in the basket next to the sink. Ron's eyes widened as he saw Anne lick her lips of his pre-cum in the reflection. Anne quietly walked out of the bathroom leaving Ron alone.

Not wanting to masturbate in Kim's parent's bathroom, Ron grabbed some tissues to clean up the pre-cum, before pulling his pants back up and flushing away the tissue. After washing his hands, he calmed down enough that he was no longer hard and visible in his baggy pants.

After drying his hands Ron walked out, but did no see Anne anywhere. Shrugging his shoulders, he made his way downstairs.

“Anne!?” Ron called out.

“In the laundry room.” Anne responded. Ron walked to the Laundry room, a small room where the washer and dryer was kept. The door was open giving Ron an eyeful as Anne was currently kneeling down and reach into the washer, pulling out freshly washed clothes. Her ass was half free of the Yoga pants failing to contain it, but they was still so tight that Ron could see the cameltoe just beneath the taunting orbs of perfection.

“Need any help?” Ron asked, but kept his vision on the softly shaking rear in his vision. Anne did say she did not mind if he looked earlier, right?

“No thanks.” Anne responded, her head popping free of the washer with a sock in her hand, which she dropped into the basket next to her. Standing up with the basket she made her was over to the dryer, sorting a few items to one side before dumping the rest in the dryer. “Actually do you mind taking these up to my bathroom please?” Anne asked, handing Ron the rest of the items. “Make sure to spread them out on the rails.” Anne instructed, before fixing the settings for the dryer.

“Sure.” Ron confirmed as he turned around and headed back upstairs. It was only after he placed the bundle of clothing next to the sink in the bathroom that he realised Anne handed him a bunch of her underwear. More than half were thongs, but some were lacy or silk panties. Ron could not help but taking a sniff, smelling a strong flowery fragrance that made Ron's mind go back to the stairs earlier, when he was practically face first in Anne's ass. “So that's why she smelled flowery.” Ron muttered to himself, spreading the underwear out on the poles to dry. Done with the thongs, Ron grabbed a lacy white piece that was clearly supposed to cover all over Anne's ass.

Ron gulped as he spread the semi-transparent material wide, showing how large Anne's ass was to require such underwear, not that he was not unfamiliar with just being so close up to it. Turning his gaze from it, Ron put it on a pole to dry and quickly sorted the others, job done, he headed back downstairs.

“Hungry for anything Ron?” Anne asked as Ron walked back into the kitchen. She could feel his gaze on her ass when she asked that question. If only one of them were so bold as to push past this last boundary.

“I could eat something... meaty.” Ron breathed out.

“Two sloppy joes it is.” Anne said, grabbing the required ingredients from the fridge, before closing the door with a swing of her hips. Ron too a seat at the table.

“Need any help?” Ron offered.

“No thank you, but turn the radio on please.” Anne asked. Ron reached over to turn the radio on near the window and table. Ron turned back to see Anne putting on her apron and tying it close. An upbeat song came on, Hispanic salsa style music that Ron could not name. He could think. He was currently distracted by Anne's hips swinging in time with the music, the top half of her ass free of the yoga pants jiggling like crazy. Before Ron's eyes Anne continued to dance, focusing mostly on moving her hips as she used her arms to cook the meal. “What do you think of my dancing?” Anne asked, breaking Ron from his thoughts.

“What? Sorry I was not paying attention.” Ron apologized.

“Oh, and here I thought you was enjoying my dancing.” Anne pouted. “I asked did you like my dancing?”

“Yes. Erm... very. Gah. Smooth.” Ron choked out, struggling with his words. Anne giggled at Ron's reaction.

“Really? It's been years since I had a chance, you don't think I've gotten too fat do you?” Anne asked Ron, her hips still swinging to the music. She could feel the band straining against her ass. She might have to replace Kim's clothes with new ones with how she is stretching these clothes to there limits.

“No, not at all, you look amazing.” Ron reassured Anne. “I can not think of a more beautiful women at this moment.” Ron added honestly. Anne blushed, not quite expecting that sort of praise. She was glad the outfit was doing its job however, even if it was a little painful due to its tightness.

“Hmm are you sure.” Anne continued to tease, before moving over to Ron, she turned her back on him, showing him her ass. “You see, I cannot even get my pants to stay up over my big fat ass anymore.” Anne pouted at Ron over her shoulder. She could see the bulge building in his pants. She reached back and grabbed the band of her yoga pants. Ron's eyes widened as Anne pulled her pants up tighter against her ass, lifting her cheeks and clearly showing off her cameltoe. “See, I cannot get them much higher.” Anne pouted again as she left go of the band, a bit higher than where they was previously, the elastic material slapped her arse audibly. “Can you help?” Anne fake begged, wigging her arse in Ron's face.

“S-sure.” Ron gulped out, before his surprisingly steady hands reached out. With slow and steady gentleness, Ron softly dug his fingers around the band and started to pull up. His mouth went dry as Anne's big cheeks were lifted, showing Ron her clearly outlined pussy, the crème coloured yoga pants almost looking like skin they was that tight against Anne.

“See, maybe if you pull while I.” Anne started to move her ass back and forth. “Jiggle it around.” Anne finished, but continued to move. Slowly but surely, before Ron's very eyes, Anne's ass disappeared once more into the tight yoga pants. The shake and bounce of it slowly working its way in before his very eyes was heavenly. “There, job's done.” Anne said, as she felt her ass get squeeze back into her pants, but Ron was still bulling up against her band, showing her ass and pussy clearly off to his eyes. “Well, I best get back to cooking.” Anne commentated, breaking Ron from his trance as he let go, the material slapping against Anne's upper arse. When Ron let go some of her ass escaped, peaking over the band. Ron could not help but think they looked like two giant breasts pulled tight against a tube top or something.

“See.” Ron finally spoke, his brain rebooting finally. “Told you your not too fat.” Ron wanted to kick himself in the head for that stupid comment.

“Thanks Ron.” Anne spoke, smiling back at Ron. She began to swing her hips to the music as she resumed cooking.

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That afternoon, after a delicious lunch and even more delectable show, Ron and Anne were once more sat on the couch, channel surfing. They had been at it a good hour or so. Anne was getting bored, as much fun as snuggling up with Ron was, she wanted to tease him more. Getting up, Anne left the room to grab the required items. Ron thought nothing of it, but did take a moment to enjoy the bounce of her rear, once again, time was working against Anne's yoga pants as more of her ass escaped, once more looking like half of it was hanging out. Feeling thirsty, Ron got up to grab a fresh drink of lemonade, he grabbed a bottle of water for Anne knowing she disliked fizzy or artificial drinks.

“Water?” Ron asked Anne as he walked back into the room, seeing Anne put down a mat in front of where Ron normally sit.

“Thanks.” Anne said taking the water bottle and having a little sip while Ron took his normal seat. “Hope you don't mind, this is the time I usually do my Yoga.” Anne indicated the TV and the mat. Ron only just noticed it was now a paused video, a yoga one by the looks of things.

“Erm, sure, want me to get out of your hair or something?” Ron asked, but Anne quickly shook her head no, making Ron take a seat.

“Nothing like that, if anything you can make sure in doing the correct poses as shown on the TV.” Anne suggested, she saw Ron clearly and slowly look her up and down, before meeting her eyes as if his asking her 'you sure?' Anne just smiled and turned around, before pressing play on the remote. As she bent over to drop the remote on the coffee table, she continued down after to grab her toes, stretching out and pointing her ass at Ron, pushing her ass out slightly towards him to keep her balance.

Ron was stunned. The sight of Anne bent over just in front of him, her two giant ass cheeks struggling against the tight material of the yoga pants, half of it poking out gave him an instant hard on, with the way her thong poked out the tip of her ass. Trailing his eyes down her crack, her reached the sight of her cameltoe, the thong inside now clearly spreading Anne's lower lips, with the area looking slightly darker than the rest. Anne stood up briefly, before bending back down again, this time grabbing her ankles with her head between her legs.

“Come on Ron, you got to be closer than that to see my form properly to help.” Anne spoke, looking at Ron. Anne watched Ron's eyes widen as they went from her ass and to her eyes. “Come on sit on the edge of the couch.” She encouraged. Ron said nothing, but he did move forward, having to spread open his legs to avoid hitting Anne and showing off the bulge down his left leg. When Ron stopped, he was close enough that Anne could feel him breathing on her pussy and ass, and clearly breathing her in. She felt her arousal grow. Anne stood up, the video about the start the routine. Despite the teasing and fun she was having, she still wanted to do her daily routine.

When Anne stood up, her ass was practically kissing Ron's nose it was so close. He felt that if he stuck his tongue out he could touch it. He could smell the heavy, musky smell of her arousal, with the slightly sweet scent of flowers on her clothes. Anne dropped to her hands and knee's moving away from Ron temporarily before she pushed her ass back up to his face, staying on her hands and feet.

If Anne's tight yoga pants did not pull apart her lower ass cheeks, his nose would be slightly smothered between them Ron's face was that close. He could see the outline of Anne's pussy through the yoga pants and the bottom of her ass cheeks now. Ron's breathing picked up slightly, in his excitement, making him pant on Anne's pussy, which before Ron's eyes the area around it got slightly darker and bigger as Anne got wetter in her own excitement. Anne pulled her hips forward, pushing her groin flush against the ground as she arched her back. She was looking directly at Ron's eyes, who had a perfect view of her tits, straining against her top as her nipples were pulled free from the stretch and poked out the top of her bra.

“How am I doing?” Anne asked. Her voice sounding different to usual, but Ron put that down to the weird stretch.

“Looks...” Ron struggled to find the right word. “Amazing. I did not realise you are so flexible.” Ron complimented Anne, causing her to smile.

Anne did not stay in that position long before she reversed, sticking her ass up and in Ron's face again. Ron's eyes widened slightly more, the material around Anne's crotch was straining, not quite torn yet but half a dozen vertical rips were forming, the material spread so thin Ron could see the soft flesh poking through slightly. Two were along Anne's pussy lips separated by her thong, the other two on her lower ass, two on each cheek but pointing slightly to the junction of her cheeks where her anus is now visible. Ron's jaw dropped as he was excitedly panting heavily on Anne now.

Anne reversed motion again, arching her back out as she dropped her hips to the floor. This time her nipples were fully visible as Anne arched further back, she swore she would see Ron's cock twitching in excitement in his pants. Looking up into his eyes, she smiled seeing the literal jaw dropped expression on his face. Feeling the strain, Anne reversed again, sticking her ass back in his face, the clothes were that tight she could not notice the slight tear forming in her pants, she thought she was just getting looser from doing yoga stretches. And her own growing arousal why she could feel Ron's breath so clearly.

Ron licked his lips when Anne pointed her ass at him again, he swear he could practically taste her. The tear in her pants had almost formed, her two pussy lips were clearly visible and Ron swore he saw some pink flesh as well, meanwhile the two central ass tears grow longer, connecting over the anus while the other two got wider. Without thinking Ron took his cock out, the pain of it being trapped in his pants distracting him and he wanted it to stop. He could almost see everything unobstructed. From her slightly darker anus, split in half by the thin band of her thong, to her wet pink slit, whose puffy lips trapped the front of the thong between them, making it all but invisible. Ron moaned as Anne moved again.

“Any tips?” Anne asked, once more bent backwards facing Ron. She noticed Ron's cock was out, and it was incredibly close to her face, she could smell it. A small part of her told her to stop it here, it went too far, but her growing arousal made it a distant and weak voice.

“N-No.” Ron stuttered out, aware of where Anne's eyes were locked and worried he was in trouble. Anne however said nothing, but she reversed her motions once more, sticking her ass in Ron's face. Ron's eyes were as wide as possible, as he watched the tears slowly and quietly get bigger, struggling to contain the big ass and wide hips of Anne. “A-actually.” Ron felt more confident after Anne said nothing. “Why don't you hold this position for longer, really stretch it out.” Ron watched as the anus was completely revealed, the tear fully formed over her anus. He could see Anne's puckered star twitching. Ron audibly breathed in deep through his nose, making his head spin from the smell of Anne's sex.

“Oooh.” Anne moaned out sensually. “I can feel what you mean, I do feel it becoming looser.” Anne felt her pussy quiver when Ron took a deep breath in, smelling her. She thought she was still fully covered by her Yoga pants, and was somehow completely unaware of the rips forming. She began to lift one heel after the other, making her ass bounce as she stretched her hamstrings further.

Ron barely heard Anne, so focused he was on his show. Before his eyes the tears in the yoga pants got bigger, slowly ripping open. When Anne started to move the other two tears on her ass joined the first tear, allowing the bottom centre of Anne's ass and the bottom of her pussy to be fully visible, due to each cheek bouncing in time and stretching the material further. Ron waited with baited breath as the tear slowly went down, joining the two tears along Anne's now clearly wet pussy. With an almost silent tear and pop, the material lost the battle to contain Anne as the multiple tears formed one big tear. Ron could see everything. Anne's pussy was fully visible, outside of the soaked thong in the middle.

With each bounce of her ass, Ron watched more of Anne's ass escape out of the new hole in her pants. More of Anne's ass bounced into the hole, making it bigger, and making Anne's ass look bigger as the yoga pants got less tight. Ron wanted nothing more than to bury his face inside of that sweet looking heavenly place, and drink up the nectar of his goddess. Before he gave into temptation. Anne reversed, unable to hold that position any longer.

“So what... “ Anne stopped as she pushed her groin flush against the floor. She did not hear or feel the tear, but she could clearly feel the mat on her bare skin as her groin was pressed tight against the floor. “Do... Do I have a hole in my pants?” Anne asked Ron, she didn't really want it to go this far, beyond teasing him and working herself up for a good solo session later.

“Y-eah... Sorry for not saying anything.” Ron apologized. “I was just stunned at what I was seeing.” Ron was honest at least.

“No, I should be the one apologizing.” Anne said, despite her words, she was still bent over backwards baring her now free tits to Ron.

“Why?” Ron asked confused. Anne moved forward, laying down on her mat. Her legs were still closed but her ass was still partly visible.

“I... I think you should go Ron.” Anne spoke softly, her face covered by her hair as she buried her face in her arms.

“B...But.” Ron stuttered out, he had a raging hard on, and he wanted to see more, but he could tell Anne was embarrassed and things were weird even for him. “Okay.” Ron spoke simply. He put his cock back into his pants and walked for the front door. He saw his bag of books by the front door, where he dropped them last night before hugging Anne. He turned around to say something else, but shook his head and changed his mind and left for home.

'OMG he must think I'm such a fat old slut.' Anne wailed inside her head. She was panicking over the fact she was so big her pants now have a massive hole in them. Once she heard the front door close, she peaked an eye out, before seeing the house was empty, before reaching down and tracing two fingers over her wet pussy. 'But if he thinks I am a slut, why didn't he do something to me?' Anne questioned herself as she impaled herself on her two fingers, drawing at a ragged breath as her pussy audibly squelched from her fingers. 'Does he think I am too fat or too old?' Anne questioned herself, before she felt her orgasm building. Adding a third finger and furiously moving them in and out, Anne soon climaxed, her juices dripping down her legs onto her yoga mat.

After a few moments, Anne recovered, her mind sufficiently blank to avoid the horrible self doubt, as she turned the TV back onto the TV channels, turned it off and gathered her mat and headed upstairs. Time for her to have a shower and get into something more comfortable.

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Later that night Ron was at home reading the first of the three books Betty gave him. This book was about holding back his own release, oral skills to please a woman and various other techniques to bring the women pleasure first. Ron could not put the book down so he is already half way through, the only time he stopped reading was when he said goodbye to his parents as they left for their night flight. Some parts of the book confused Ron, like this dildo that strapped to the chin. Even with the book Ron could not figure it out, sure you can wear it while orally pleasing a woman, but how do you use your tongue and move your head for the dildo? Ron felt like an idiot when he tried to do the movements to thin air and stopped.

Ron's belly grumbled, reminding Ron he had nothing to eat since the Sloppy Joes at Anne's earlier. Putting the book down on his night stand with a book marker to keep his place, Ron headed downstairs for the fridge.

“What to make... what to have.” Ron mumbled to himself as he checked the fridge. As always, his parents made sure it was fully stocked before leaving. Ron looked over to the clock and saw it was close to 11pm so did not fancy cooking, looking back into the fridge, Ron grabbed some deli ham and good cheese. A quick stop at the cupboard for a plate, pickles and mustard, Ron soon had his sandwich constructed.

Ron sat at the kitchen isle as he munched on his sandwich, trying to process everything that happened over the past two days. The situation with Betty was incredibly straight forward, after all she explained it all out for him. But what about with Anne, he never saw her act like that before. Ron had to banish the rising thought of Anne doing yoga again. Not easy but doable. Done with his sandwich, Ron decided to ask Anne about it tomorrow before the rest of the family returned. Heading upstairs, Ron decided to brush his teeth as he would be going to bed soon. After finishing brushing his teeth, Ron entered his bedroom just in time for the phone to ring.

Due to his parents being gone so often, and Ron not having a mobile phone, he at least got a house phone put in his bedroom considering he used the phone the most, especially late night talks with Kim back when they had a curfew.

“Hello, Stoppable Residence Ron speaking.” Ron answered the phone in the manner drilled into him by his mother.

“Ron?” the voice was nervous, but easily recognizable.

“Anne?” Ron asked to confirm.

“Yeah.” She responded, she sounded out of it.

“What's up?” Ron was curious why Anne was ringing him so late in the night.

“Can you come round? I cannot sleep thinking about what happened earlier, I just want a chance to explain... and apologize.” Anne admitted.

“Right now?” Ron looked at the time on the clock. “Never mind, always happy to help, be right over.”

“Okay, bye.” With that Anne hung up. Ron shook his head, before heading downstairs. Good thing he was still dressed. Putting on his shoes at the door, Ron began to short stroll to the Possible home.

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AN: I feel evil stopping it here, but knowing me the following chapter will be written before I post this as such the other chapter should already by up. Just so you are aware however, I'm doing my best to delay any sexual relations between Ron and other girls, besides Betty, and one other, for as long as possible, and this damn chapter, the first one, almost made me break that rule. It was that bad I was going to ignore the final scene so I could also ignore Anne for awhile, but in the end, decided to do it anyway and create a special, if non sexual at first, relationship with Ron and Anne. That being said, expect plenty of close encounters. Who knows maybe I will break down sooner than I want to when it comes to Anne.
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