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The World Must Never Know	By : fulwiz123 Category: Kim Possible > FemmeSlash - Female/Female Views: 53068 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I don't own Kim Possible, Disney does. I make no money from this story. Real people, places, and events are used in a fictitious manner. The other characters come from my own twisted mind.

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The World Must Never Know
Interlude Three - What Possible Girls Are Made Of.

Written by fulwiz
Beta by Wirenfeldt Jr

Disclaimer: I don't own Kim Possible, Disney does. I make no money from this story. Real people, places, and events are used in a fictitious manner. The other characters come from my own twisted mind.
Warning: This story contains explicit sexual situations, intense violence, torture, rape, death, incest, and many other mature themes.

Chapter 22: Naughty Words.

(Natural Leisure Resort International - Whanapokii Island - August 5th, 2008)
Kim felt her mother's hand rub gently against her flesh. The touch soothed away the sting of her playful pinch. Her finger's soft glide brought a rising warmth to Kim's skin. The heat spread from there to the rest of her body. Nobody ever touched her this way before. Even her own hands never brought the feelings she was experiencing.
Anne felt her daughter's body relax. She thrilled at the soft firmness under her caress. “I'm sorry Kimmie. I couldn't resist. You have no idea how long I've wanted to touch your beautiful bottom.”
Kim peered through the dim light at her mother's face. She couldn't believe anyone, let alone her own mom, would be attracted to that part of her body. In her, admittedly limited, experience it was breasts that mainly attracted a person's desire. She always thought she was alone in her love of both. “My butt? Really?”
Anne chuckled as she cupped her daughter's lower cheeks with both hands. Squeezing them gently. “How could I not be attracted to such a lovely, rounded, firm ass like yours? Do you think I call you Bubble-Butt just to embarrass you? I've been lusting after your sweet derriere for years.”
The, soon to be nineteen year old, girl knew she was still coming to grips with her mother's admission. Even as they lay here in bed, naked, with her mother's hands kneading her ass, she was still having a difficult time digesting all of it. Until her mother told her, she never had a clue about the woman's deep, forbidden, desire.
She never knew her seemingly normal mother fueled her desires by sniffing her daughter's worn panties, and even more surprisingly, her well used Pandaroo! Never knew how many times the respected neurosurgeon knelt outside the bathroom door, peering through the keyhole, masturbating as she watched her daughter shower. She never even knew how many of the videos her mother took at the games she cheered at, had more than half the footage focused on her crotch as she did high kicks and splits.
What Kim did know, as she lay here, being touched in a way the rest of the world thought no mother should touch her daughter, was she wished she had known. She imagined her mom sniffing her panties, while she still wore them. Thought of how she would have posed seductively in the shower, giving her voyeuristic mother a good look at her charms. Even, as naughty as the thought was, going so far as to not wear anything under her cheerleading skirt, so her mother could capture every naughty glimpse of her bare girlhood on video.
She wished she had done all those things for the woman she loved. Silently Kim vowed she would give her all that, and more, from now on. She wanted to explore their desires together. No matter how taboo. Nobody ever had to know what they shared. As long as the two of them knew, that was all that mattered.
Kim smiled at her mother. “Well, I think you've got a pretty terrific ass too Mom.”
Anne felt her eyebrows raise. She'd never heard her daughter use such language before. It turned her on more than she ever thought it could. She pulled her hands away from Kim’s butt and turned in the bed. She looked back over her shoulder at the girl as she displayed her ass to her. “Do you really think so?”
“Really. It's so beautiful. I love it.”
Anne turned onto her stomach, lifting her rear upward. “Touch it Baby. Show me how much you love it.”
Her eyes closed as she felt her daughter's hands contact her skin. Kim’s touch was so gentle it was barely there. She sighed as the touch grew bolder. As her daughter fondled her slender butt cheeks.
Anne was proud of her ass. She always had been. Even back, so many long years ago, when she was shaking it on stage for strangers. Her daughter's touch was nothing like the groping fingers of drunken tippers, though she had liked that too.
She was just past her residency in 1988 when she felt the need for something extra in her life. As a junior surgeon at Upperton Medical Center, her job was fulfilling, but she wanted something outside of it. Something special. Something naughty. She found it at a shady little club in Lowerton.
On her rare days off, she doffed her usual staid attire. Donned a bright red, extremely small, bikini and became “Lil' Red.” She also quickly became know as the wildest stripper the Hole-In-The-Wall club had ever seen. The owner of the club, a fat eccentric man who called himself Big Daddy, turned a blind eye to her on, and off, stage antics. He had big plans for his future, and didn't care what she did as long as it brought in customers and their money.
Most of the dancers took all three songs in their set to get naked. She never did. Before the first was over, she was showing everything to everyone. She spent the last two songs collecting money and letting the customers take liberal feels of her bare body. During lap dances she let loose even more. Many was the time she writhed on a strange man's lap, while her hand worked him inside his pants. Less often, but even more fun, was doing the same to one of the rare lady patrons.
It was a heady time in her life. She felt fulfilled in both her professional and private life. Until one night.
She was just starting a set onstage, when three young men entered the club. Their ties and pocket protectors marked them as something other than the usual blue collar clientele. They were ordering drinks at the bar, when one of them turned toward the stage. Her eyes met his. She stopped dancing as something immediately clicked between them.
He left his friends and rushed to the edge of the stage. She stood there, motionless, trapped by the feelings she felt for this total stranger. He asked if her name was Jessica.
Anne hadn't told Kim the whole story of how she met James, yet. It was just so unbelievable. How a chance look across a smoky strip club, a case of mistaken identity, and a feeling of love at first sight brought them together.
What she had told Kim, by way of explaining why she and James visited the resort, was that, even though they were head over heels in love with each other, they both enjoyed an open and free lifestyle. The look on her daughter's face had been priceless when she explained what their “Spousal Encounters” really were. She had to hand it to her daughter, she'd accepted it better than she thought the young girl would.
Anne moaned a little as her daughter's hands worked her bare behind. “Damn, you are really good at that Honey.”
She heard Kim give an amused chuckle. “If I like doing something, I always do my best at it.”
Truer words were never spoken, Anne thought. It was something that never failed to astonish her about her daughter. No matter what she did, she always seemed to do it well. Whether it be the martial arts, cheerleading, sky diving, fighting villains, or, like now, making her mom's ass feel really good. It was just the way she was.
Anne turned over and looked up into her daughter's eyes. “Let me show you something I'm really good at.”
Kim suddenly found herself flipped onto her back. Her mother, lay on her side next to her and leaned inward. She watched with lust filled eyes as the woman who gave birth to her opened her mouth and sucked in one of her hot swollen nipples. The feeling of her mother's tongue and lips on her aroused flesh sent a wave of heat down her whole body.
Each nibble and lick her mother made sent yet another wave of feeling through her body, like ripple's on a pond. The feeling didn't falter, even when Anne switched breasts. The ripples collided in her center, bringing more than just warmth. She knew she was staining the bed, and for the first time in her life, she wasn't ashamed to be leaving evidence of her arousal on the sheets.
An image sprang up in her mind. A resort maid standing next to the bed, staring at the wet spot. She would know exactly what it meant. Know who caused it. Know why. Would she gossip to her co-workers? Would they tell their friends and families? Would word spread to the whole resort? Across the ocean, and to the whole world?
A new vision filled her head. A GNN anchor reading from a piece of paper he was just handed, while the words Breaking News! flashed across the TV screen. “GNN has just obtained this startling information. Kim Possible and her sexy, beautiful, mother, Dr. Anne Possible, have engaged in the incestuous act of hot wet lesbian sex. Exclusive pictures of their messy bedsheets at eleven!”
Rather than terrify her, the amusing little fantasy brought a tiny giggle from her lips. Her mom already told her, back when they first checked in, the resort's privacy policy. The place made Las Vegas look like a neophyte when it came to keeping visitor's secrets.
Anne sucked on the small, pink capped, mound of her daughter's breast. She was finally fulfilling a desire she first recognized in herself when these tiny buds first began to blossom. She pulled almost the entire small globe into her mouth and twirled her tongue around the hard fleshy tip. How many times, she wondered, had she tried not to stare, at least not when anyone was around to notice, at her daughter's tiny points as they poked at the fabric of her tight shirts?
Her Kimmie almost never wore a bra. She knew, intellectually at least, Kim wasn't teasing her on purpose. Once, when she worked up the courage to address the subject, Kim told her it was because she didn't want the extra restriction on her movement. Anne let the topic drop there, because she hadn't trusted herself to continue discussing her daughter's budding breasts without it driving her insane with lust.
She moved to the other one, giving it the same loving attention as the first. Tingles spread in her middle as the forbidden act increased her arousal. She knew it was wrong to love her daughter this way. To have the same feelings for her, she had for James. They were truly the same too. She wanted, almost needed, them both in a way she couldn't begin to describe.
A small sound from her daughter, brought her eyes up to look at the girl's face. She saw the same lustful desire imprinted there. Releasing her daughter's tender nipple from her lips, she smiled inquisitively at her daughter's giggle. “Kimmie?”
Kim felt an embarrassed flush spread across her body as she realized her little vision caused her to giggle aloud. Thankfully, she was already flushed with passion, and it wasn't, she hoped, too noticeable. She couldn't bring herself to share it, but was more than willing to share the reason for it. “Oh, Mommy! That feels so good. You're making me all wet... You know... Down there...”
Anne grinned impishly at her daughter's blushing innocence. Here she was, an adult, laying naked in bed, doing naughty things with her own mother, yet she couldn't bring herself to say the words. It was just so cute.
But cute wasn't what Anne wanted right now. She wanted her daughter to embrace her inner hot little sexpot. She knew it was there, lurking under the surface, just waiting for a tiny push to release it.
She touched a finger lightly between her daughter's breasts, slowly twirling it in a circle that went slightly lower, to just beneath her ribs. “Down where Kimmie?”
The finger felt like it was leaving a tingling path on her skin. Like the wake of a speedboat, spreading and washing over her body. Kim could feel her tummy tighten with anticipation as it circled lower, almost to her belly button. “Down between my legs...”
Anne dipped her finger into the indentation that once connected the two of them. Where, for nine months, she'd fed her daughter the gift of life. The physical connection was severed, but she could feel the emotional bond that replaced it. It was like a living thing, growing stronger by the moment.
She let her finger swirl lower, until it was touching the smooth bare skin just above her daughter's mound. She pressed her face closer to Kim’s, their lips almost touching. A purring lust filled her voice. “Tell me Baby. I want to hear you say it.”
The intimate caress, so close to her place of need, warred with rational thought in Kim’s mind. It threatened to tease away what little coherency there was left in her head. Tease. Her mom was teasing her, trying to draw out that moment of contact until she said what her lover wanted to hear. Understanding came, as her brain raised the white flag of surrender. Lust hopped into the driver's seat and caused her to utter words, she knew, but never could bring herself to actually say aloud before. “My pussy! Oh Mommy! It's so hot and wet! Touch it please!? Touch my pussy!”
Anne gave in to her desire and did as her daughter begged. The thrill of Kim's words inflamed her, as she cupped her hand and slid over her daughter's bare sex. After years of longing, she finally felt the arousal slickened flesh of her daughter's most intimate spot. Wet folds parted under her touch. The tiny bud of her daughter's clit prodded her palm. It was even better than she ever imagined it would be.
Her mother's touch was all it took. Like a dam bursting inside her, Kim felt her long suppressed libido break free. It slammed through her body, radiating out from that gentle caress. Her hips bucked as she moaned with uninhibited delight. She was rewarded with the feeling of her mother's finger parting her and sliding up and down across her inner lips. No matter how many times she touched herself like this in the past, it was nothing compared to what she felt now.
The faint scent of her daughter's arousal filled her nostrils, mingling with her own. It enticed her now, more than ever before, because she was experiencing the wonderful fragrance first hand. Overwhelming need filled her. She pulled her hand away from Kim’s flower and raised it toward her face. She simply had to taste her daughter's nectar.
Kim sighed when the touch stopped. She watched as her mom lifted her fingers toward her face. There was no mistaking what she was about to do, but Kim had a better idea. She reached up and took hold of Anne's slender wrist, stopping the movement when the tips of her wet fingers were only a scant inch from her mouth. She brought her mother's hand to her own mouth and licked it softly.
Anne's voice was almost a whine as she saw, and felt, what her daughter was doing. “Kimmie... Let me...”
With another gentle stroke of her tongue, Kim smiled. She loved her own taste, and could see how desperately her mom wanted it. “Sorry Mom. I couldn't resist.” She moved her body, sliding it away from her mother's, so she could have room on the bed to open her legs, just barely enough, to display her wetness. Her voice took on a teasing tone. “If you really want a taste, there's another option.”
Kim’s boldness surprised and titillated her. Her gaze left her daughter’s face and went lower. The sight of Kim’s pussy, openly displayed to her, made her breath catch in her throat. The glistening pinkness of it beckoned to her. Added to that, the feeling of Kim taking one of her fingers in her mouth, and sucking it like candy, made her gasp with unfettered desire. Her mind became so fuzzy, she barely heard her daughter's seductive whisper.
“Taste me Mommy.” She let the hand drop from her grasp. “Lick me.” Abandoning any lingering pretense of modesty, she spread her legs to their fullest. “Take me.”
The world around her seemed to slow as Anne moved to lay between Kim’s outstretched legs. Everything stopped as she brought her face close to her daughter’s wantonly exposed slit. Her mouth opened, tongue extended, and she tasted the object of her most profound fantasy.
A shudder passed through Kim’s tummy as she felt that first loving lick of her mother's tongue. Years and years worth of pent up frustration fled her mouth in a guttural moan. Her mind boggled at the strength of the sensations her mom's lips and tongue drew to the surface of her excited body. She let herself bask in the wonderful feelings that burned over her skin.
The taste made her giddy. She rejoiced as she fed on her daughter's tender folds. The very last vestige of shame she once felt faded to nothingness as she clasped her lips over her daughter's hard nub and sucked. This was right. This was good. Just as is was with James, this was pure and wonderful. Kim’s body moved beneath her, she moved with it. Nothing short of the end of the world could stop her from giving her daughter this, the most raw and primal expression of her love.
Kim thrust her hips up as she felt her clit explode with pleasure in her mother's mouth. Her breath came in ragged gasps. The pleasure she was receiving thrust to her very core. It built deep within her. Growing. Expanding. When it felt like she couldn't hold it inside anymore, her release came with a scream of pure joy.
Sweat slicked their bodies as they lay limp on the bed. For minutes, their breath spilled from their mouth’s almost in unison. When Anne felt as if she could actually move, she crawled up her daughter's body and pressed their flesh together as she looked into the girl's eyes. They looked like pools of green fire. “Oh Kim, that was...”
The green fire turned brighter. It took on a mischievously determined cast. “Not was Mom. Is. My turn now.”
Anne felt her body slide off her daughter's. She found herself on her back, with Kim straddling her slender legs.
Kim leaned down. “I want you.” She brushed her youthful pink nipples across her mother's darker, more mature, ones. “I need you.” Her face came close and she licked her own juices from her mom's lips. She remembered the look on her mother's face when she made her very first naughty exclamation. She never would have guessed her dear mom liked dirty talk. But then, there were a lot of things she would never have guessed about her mother before today. Her eyes twinkled as she pressed her cheek against her mom's and whispered in her ear.
“Now you just lay there and let me eat that hot twat of yours. Then, after I give you a screaming orgasm, I'm going to finger fuck you silly... MOM! Stop laughing!”
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