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Don't Tell Daddy	By : MistressCat Category: Kim Possible > FemmeSlash - Female/Female Views: 38475 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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The music was quiet and the restaurant was nearly empty. That happened when the place was so exclusive normally only billionaires could even get on the waiting list. Anne looked over the menu and carefully kept herself from having a heart attack at the prices.
“Ladies,” The waiter said in a strong Caribbean accent. “How can I serve you this evening.”
“I'll have a bottle of this red,” Anne said pointing to the list. “And I'll have the porterhouse surf plate.” Kim smiled twirling a lock of her hair around a finger staring at the waiter.
“I'll have the Chicken marble plate.”
“Of course ladies. I'm happy to put in your orders.”
“Can you believe it, Kim said putting her elbows on the silk tablecloth. “A bungalow with a private strip of beach. All expenses paid two weeks, Mommy.”
“I know. I can't believe it, Kimmie,” Anne said. “Our bungalow has three bedroom a forty inch screen and a jacuzzi. Anne looked out from their seat on the outdoor terrace distracted by the ocean views and the cool salty breeze. She didn't notice her daughters hungry gaze. But she did feel it when Kim's soft foot grazed her leg under the table. She looked over and raised an eyebrow. They were completely alone on the sunlit terrace. Kim just smiled as the waiter brought the bottle of wine as she lazily traced the shape of her mother's leg with her foot.
“Shall I pour, Ladies?”
Anne flushed wildly as the young impeccably dressed black man held out the frost covered bottle.
“O..of course, T..thank you,” she said stuttering as Kim's foot circled her thigh. The water sat down two glasses and filled them half full of the vibrant liquid.
“Mommy, don't you just love our little adventures. Just us?” The younger ginger kept letting her foot creep up her mothers thigh until she reached the hem of her loose black dress.
“Of course honey,” Anne said. “But don't tell daddy he'll get so jealous of our little vacation you know.” The waiter left leaving the bottle in it's ice bucket. And sucked her tongue as Kim kept up her exciting little game. The nylon stocking made it feel foreign exotic like the tropical location. Anne coughed a bit and Kim giggled.
“I don;t like that it's always me initiating things like this, mom.” Kim said pouting. Her big toe traced a tiny little lazy circle at the to of her mother's thigh. “I mean you'd think you didn't like it when I did this.” Anne gasped in shock when Kim's toe touched her slit. The younger possible grinned. “Oh, you do like it don't you? I don't feel any cloth at all.”
“Panty lines, Kimmie. This dress is not very forgiving of.... that sort of thing.” Kim tickled her mothers slit with her toe and made a face at her.
“You're a bad liar.”
Anne tried to stop blushing like a child but she couldn’t help it. She took her glass of wine in her shaking hand and took a delicate sip. Kim did the same thing managing to look twice as composed as she kept up her teasing. Kim could feel the dampness through the breathable mesh of her stocking. Anne looked around the terrace as she finished her first glass of wine. Kim hummed a soft happy tune and tapped her foot against her mother's quickly exciting center. She smiled and looked up when the waiter returned with two steaming trays. Anne regretted her decisions the steak looked big enough to feed a family and the salad was piled high. Anne was not composed enough to the server but Kim did instead and sent him on his way.
“A little flustered, Mommy?” Kim licked her lips and gave her toe a twirl at the little nub she felt pressing out into it. “Distracted?” A little on edge? Relax, Momma, this is a vacation it's just us.” Anne took a bite of her steak after it took her almost five minutes to cute a piece of it without almost stabbing herself with the fork. Then she opened her legs a bit wider for Kim and her daughter popped a broccoli flourette in her mouth. And the she poured herself another small bit of the wine. As she let her foot fall to the floor before sticking back into her shoe. Anne blinked at the sudden withdrawal of sensation. Kim pouted and ate a bit of perfectly seasoned chicken breast.
“Kimmie, what happened?”
“I told you I don't like that I'm the one to always initiate things.”
Anne nodded and reached out placing a hand over her daughters. Was she willing to do this? She supposed if she had any shame it would have manifested the first time or the second. This had been going on for months. Why pretend to be ashamed now. Why feel guilty now. It was just to make her feel like less of a participant.
“What do you want, Kimmie?”
“Under the table.” Anne flushed but she nodded. The terrace was deserted and the waiter was busy serving another table inside the restaurant. It was quite easy for Anne to slink under the table and drop the elegant table cloth to hide herself. She saw Kim's black panties dangling on the end of her foot and could see the lace edge of her thigh high stockings. Anne started by kissing her way up Kim's leg as her daughter talked to the water asking for a dessert and take away boxes for the entrees. He was right there as Anne let her fingers explore Kim's thighs and the texture of her stockings. Was her daughter nervous like she was? Was she aroused? While Kim talked to the waiter flirtatiously Anne planted a kiss on her smooth mound. She was incensed that Kim didn't even miss a beat in her conversation. Anne would fix that. She ran her thumb along Kim's slit right down the center. She spread the lips and blew across them and Kim just said goodbye to the waiter and asked for a water. Anne gave wet kisses to Kim's lower lips teasing her. Then she gave a tentative lap down her daughter's slit under the table. This was very exciting the neurosurgeon thought. She letting a free hand toy with her pussy making it tingle again. Any second someone could drop a fork and see her. She curled her tongue around Kim's clit sucking it with hunger while she gave forceful rapid taps to her own with her thumb. Kim purred as her mother lavished her pussy. The way it felt when that velvet tongue vibrated on her clit. Kim felt her mom's talented fingers take over for her tongue while her mother drank the leaking juice from between her thighs. Kim closed her eyes and hummed. A delicious and absolutely sinful chocolate parfait was placed in front of her. Anne grinned wickedly and popped Kim's sweet clit back in her mouth when the waiter asked where she was. This time she wanted Kim to falter. She sucked that hot nub like a cherry rolling her tongue around it. Experience was queen and Anne had lots of personal experience with pussies.
“She went back inside; to the bathroom I think. A bit too much wine.” Her daughter didn't even pause. And that made Anne burn inside. She stopped her lazy toying at her own cunt and focused entirely on Kim's. She was going to make this pussy her dessert. Then she heard Kim gasp when she flicked her tongue over Kim's clit spelling her name. She felt her daughters thighs clench and if her mouth hadn't been occupied she would have shouted victoriously when she heard the parfait spoon clatter into the glass as Kim dropped it. Kim was soaked and her wetness was running down the older woman's chin. Anne felt her daughter quivering. And she didn't let up. Anne pushed Kim's leg up slightly giving her better leverage to work her tongue deeper into that pussy while she drilled Kim's clit with her thumb. Fast forceful flicks over it making the younger girl buck in her chair.
“Oh, God.” Kim whispered shuddering. She was leaned back in the chair a look of rapture on her face as her mom expertly munched her. She was a second from white knuckle gripping the table. In stead she stuck a few fingers in her mouth sucking the chocolate from them. She bit down on them hard when she came to stifle a lewd sound. And then a wet faced flushed Anne crawled from under the table and wiped her mouth and jaw with one of the linen napkins as she took her seat. Her daughter looked more than slightly dazed. And Anne gave her a crooked grin.
“Mama..." Kim said slurring.
“Lets head back baby.” Kim nodded and the pair almost ran from the restaurant.
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