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Mother Knows Best	By : sandman-nobody Category: Kim Possible > General Views: 26443 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 4
Disclaimer: I do not own Kim Possible. I am not making money from this work.

Chapter List
- 3
- 4
- 5
A/N: Okay, obviously this is a little late. Thank you to everyone who kind enough to remind me. There was a slight issue with how I planned the layout of each chapter. For instance, some were close 15,000 words while others weren’t even 6,000. Meaning I had to shift things around a bit to fit better. If it’s any solace, chapter 5 will still be coming out two weeks from the original release date so try and think of it as getting the next chapter three days sooner rather than this one being three days late.
Anyway, the climax of the story is fast approaching. Hopefully some of you are looking forward to the big event. This chapter shows some of the preparation for that. Enjoy and be sure to leave a comment if you have the time telling me what you thought.
Chapter 4
Girl(s): Kim, Ann.
Tag(s): Incest, Petting, Forced Orgasm.
Words: 8,900
Editor: Mr. G
A very irritated Kim found herself sitting in the front seat of her mother’s car pondering, for what felt like the hundredth time, just what it was her mother was thinking.
The day had started normal enough. Wake up, shower, getting dressed and ready for school. So you can imagine her surprise when she found out her mother had different plans in store. Plans she hadn’t felt the need to explain until that very moment. Maybe she could feel better if Ann wasn’t so set on everything being a surprise. But as of yet, no amount of groaning, sulking or pouting managed to get her a single clue. Her mother seemed fixed on keeping silent, her ever cheerful smile irritatingly cheerful as ever.
Her sour mood continued for the entire thirty-minute drive. It wasn’t until the car started to slow and she realized that they were in a parking lot that the young woman looked up from her Kimmunicator, only to immediately blink at what appeared to be a spa? And in one of Upperton’s more upscale locations by the looks of it.
Kim cast her shocked gaze to her mother. In response, the older woman’s confident expression merely shifted, a single eyebrow raised in a proud, ‘see’?
“You took me out of school to come to a spa?” the teen question incredulously. Though her disbelief didn’t stop the small amount of excitement from bleeding into her tone.
“You’re the one who’s been talking about how sore you’ve been lately,” Ann countered. And despite herself, Kim grimaced at the reminder. True to her mother’s word, Kim had had more than a little trouble dealing with her body’s aches and pains in the past weeks.
It wouldn’t be so bad if it wasn’t for the discomfort covering her entire frame. Even now, as she absentmindedly rubbed a finger along her arm, she could feel the skin give where taut muscle used to exist. “I just thought you might enjoy a little day of pampering,” her mother went on. Kim couldn’t help but smile at the thoughtfulness.
Pushing the thoughts of her anxious paranoia to the back of her mind, Kim gave a wry smile. “Still, pulling me out like this could be pretty dangerous. I mean, what if I had a big test?” Shooting Ann an inquisitive stare, she laughed at the sight of her mother rolling her eyes.
“Kim, please. You and I both know you could have dropped out a month ago and still graduated top of your class.” Not waiting for her daughter’s smart mouth to rear its ugly head, Ann quickly got out of the car and motioned for Kin to follow.
Walking into the ornate building, both Kim and Ann had to stop and take in its beauty.
Almost overwhelmed, Kim cast a sideways glance to her mother and found herself confused. Sure, her mom and dad had great jobs. Between a brain surgeon and a rocket scientist, it’s not like she could ever remember their family hurting for money. But still, it wasn’t like either of them to splurge unnecessarily. Neither wanted their children to grow up entitled or spoiled. Which is why, as Kim gazed at the black marble floors and sculpted ivory fountain, she found herself unsure how to respond.
Ann, it seemed, had no such trouble. In a confident gate, she ignored all the finery around her and walked straight to the hostess standing behind her podium and smiled graciously. “Possible for two, we should be signed on for the all-day package.” And briefly glancing down at her appointment book, the young woman greeted them with a gracious smile before gesturing for them to follow.
Catching up with her mom, Kim’s expression was ripe with incredulity. “All day package? I thought we were just getting a massage.”
“What’s the point of taking you out of school if we don’t spend the whole day having fun? Besides, who knows how much longer we have before you’re off to that G.J. business. I want to be able to look back and have some nice memories of spending time with my only daughter.” And looking back, Ann gave her child a kind smile.
Kim felt her chest warm at the words. Her mom really was an amazing person. Whatever flecks of annoyance from having her schedule interrupted were quickly brushed aside in light of what awaited them. On top of massages, Kim’s head was filled with manicures, pedicures, mud baths, maybe even some hair treatment? With that in mind, Kim gave into the weirdness and followed, already imagining how amazing all the treatments and pampering that was to come.
After a few minutes of following the young hostess through the building, both Ann and Kim found themselves entering a room dimmed to a gentle dusk with aromatic candles filling the room. “Alright then, for the first activity we’ve planned is a deep tissue massage, followed by a relaxing soak in our heated mineral bath. If you’ll both just disrobe, your masseuses should be with you shortly.” And without waiting for a response the receptionist exited the room to hurry back to her post.
Blinking in surprise, Kim’s eye followed the woman out, her mind still stuck on what she had just said. ‘Disrobe?’ her mind reeled.
At the sound of shifting fabric, the young teen felt her eyes go wide before looking for its source. Discovering her mother with the top three buttons of her blouse already undone, her gaze zeroed in on the pink bra hidden underneath, the top of her mother’s breasts already clearly visible.
Cheeks igniting with embarrassment, Kim’s face snapped away from her mother to stared dead in front of her. “Um!” Stuttering at her own embarrassment, Kim found herself completely blindsided by her mother’s shameless exposure. “Shouldn’t we be in separate rooms for this or something?” But looking around the room Kim found her stomach sinking at the sight of two tables, side by side.
“What are you talking about, Kimmie?” Ann laughed, clearly amused at her bashfulness. “They wouldn’t be very good memories of us together if we're in completely different rooms.” And slipping her arms around her back, a quick pinch was all it took before her mature mounds slipped free from their confinement, wobbling slightly before settling into place. “Besides, it’s nothing I haven’t seen before. I used to change your diapers, you know.” And chuckling once more, Ann dropped her bra into the growing pile of clothes beside her.
Fidgeting nervously, Kim thumbed the edge of her shirt still unsure. Okay, maybe she was being a little silly. They were both women, after all. And it wasn’t like the locker room after cheer practice left a lot of opportunities to avoid being around her own gender naked. A fact that never failed to make her even somewhat uncomfortable.
People might be surprised that the teen hero Kim possible was actually quite shy when it came to nudity. Whereas some girls, Bonnie, didn’t seem to blink an eye at walking around the room with her tits out for the whole squad to see, Kim usually waited to change out of her uniform in the comfort of the shower stall.
Maybe it had something to do with her braces and other early awkward qualities that had instilled the anxiety of exposing her naked body. She’d developed into a beautiful woman, even she knew this. But insecurities were not an easy thing to throw away. And despite herself, when she reached for her own clothes, she found her fingers hesitating – turning to glance at her mother instead.
Casting another furtive glance towards her mom, curiosity got the better of her as she snuck a second peek. Her attention would quickly widen watching the older woman slip out of her business skirt, a matching pair of pink panties flashing into view along with all the curves that filled them. That, plus the view of her full breasts now dangling in the open air, forced a hushed squeak of embarrassment to erupt from her lips. Clearly, her mother didn’t share in her hesitation.
In a fretful huff, Kim figured she had stalled long enough and made quick work of her shirt. The sooner she was naked the sooner she could get under the towel laid on the massage table. Following this way of thinking, her bra and pants followed in the same rushed, awkward motions. Finally, fingers hooked around the waistband of her panties, Kim let them fall to the ground - kicking them over to the rest of her clothing.
“Wow!” her mother’s voice suddenly exclaimed. And covering herself with her hands, Kim let out a shocked squeak as she found her mother equally nude and standing completely unabashed in her direction. And to make matters even worse, Kim was horrified to find her mother’s gaze focused completely on her chest. “Someone’s had a growth spurt.”
“Mom!” Kim answered in embarrassment. But the older woman simply laughed, disregarding her daughter’s modesty completely as she began to walk towards her.
“Kim, relax. It’s a compliment. Those things must be up a whole cup size by the looks of it.” And much to Kim’s discomfort Ann reached out, forcing her hands out of the way for a proper inspection.
Letting her mother hold her arm, Kim turned her face away to be spared the embarrassment of meeting her mother’s eyes.
Truth be told, it wouldn’t be nearly as bad if she hadn’t been right. What had been an exciting thrill at first had quickly turned worrying. Between her sore muscles, sore breasts, and increasing libido, Kim was actually getting a bit worried. But any time she worked up the nerve to voice their concerns to the one doctor she trusted, her mother, she simply disregarded it as a ‘faze’ and ‘not to worry.’ Personally, Kim felt it might be a bit more than that but wasn’t ready to start something over it. Her mom would always look out for her.
And speaking of…
“Are you done?” Kim exclaimed, jerking her arm from her mother’s gentle hold to shield herself. Blushing, Kim couldn’t help but remark that this was the second time her mother had caught her in the nude. Part of her felt she should probably be more freaked about her mom of all people checking out her new chest - but compared to the last time she was just glad this wouldn’t end with her mother handing her a sex toy.
‘Not like I could complain about it anyway,’ her inner voice argued. And all that did was remind her of her little friend, still stashed under her bed, well-hidden and even better loved.
Ann laughed at her daughter’s bashfulness, finally walking back to her side of the room. Although, she keep help but keep at least one eye on her daughter’s naked form. It probably shouldn’t excite her so much just to see how her treatments had affected Kim. But at the sight of such full breasts and padded hips, the mother couldn’t help herself as she saw what could only be described as one thing. A young fruitful body just waiting for its first drop of seed. A thought that sent a pleasant pang through her hips.
Licking her suddenly dry lips, Ann had to bring herself back to the present. ‘Don’t get ahead of yourself.’ True, she shouldn’t be enjoying this. It was sick and depraved and, while for Kim’s own good, it would still be a very dramatic experience for her. But even so, looking at Kim now, Ann could only see her as beautiful.
With their towels firmly in place, both women situated themselves on their tables and settled in for a relaxing morning. And it did not disappoint. As soon as their masseuses entered the room and got to work, both could be heard groaning in pleasure as the skilled hands worked against the muscles of their backs and shoulders.
Kim especially found her experience to be surprisingly pleasant. She’d been a little nervous at first, a complete stranger seeing her in nothing but a towel and all that. But even those fears had melted away as soon as she felt the worker’s hands pull all of the pain she’d been struggling with directly from her skin. Her brain quickly threw away the fact that she was naked, just so long as she could enjoy these pleasures for even one more second.
Just as the attendant had explained, immediately following their relaxing massage both women found themselves ushered off to a room holding twin pools of mud. Anxious at first, Kim quickly warmed to the idea as she felt the heated element bubble into her pores and clean her skin. The seaweed kiwi facial didn’t hurt either! And all the while, they got to relax as two more attendees manicured their nails to perfection, ruby red nail polish and all.
Resting in the dreamlike state, Kim finally understood why her parents found it so important for her to understand the meaning of a dollar. If this was how she had grown up her entire life? Man… she could have even turned out like Bonnie.
Unfortunately, like all good things, this too had to end. But as Kim and her mother rested in the sauna sweating out whatever impurities the mud bath had missed, the teen couldn’t ever remember feeling this content.
Walking out of the heated room in a fluffy white robe Kim could only imagine was made from clouds, she gave herself a small pat down before looking around expectantly. “So… what now?” Unsure if there was more, Kim couldn’t imagine what it could be. Already her muscles felt like warm Jell-O and her skin was softer than the day she was born. But even so, as Ann smiled her knowing smile, Kim couldn’t help but feel her excitement rise. Unfortunately, Ann’s joy was entirely different from hers.
Leading her daughter away from the sauna, the mother could feel her energy buzzing with anticipation. Everything she had worked for, all her plans were for this day. She was happy her daughter was enjoying herself, but something told the mother that Kim might change her mind if she knew what all this pampering was actually for.
Yes, it was nice to feel clean and rejuvenated. But what real good was soft skin without somebody to show it too? But they weren’t about to stop there. If Kim was going to be ready for their night, they were going to need to take care of just a few more things before she was ready. Although, she doubted Kim was going to be as excited for the next couple of treatments. And sure enough, approaching their next destination, Ann’s cool blue eyes peered back at her daughter to see her flinching back from the sign like it was on fire.
“Waxing?” Kim questioned, her cheery tone clearly taking a dip at the sight of their next station.
“Oh don’t say it like that!” Ann gushed, forcing the teen inside. “It might hurt at first, but you’ll just love how it feels afterward. So smooth and clean!”
Unfortunately, Kim wasn’t convinced. Sure, as a girl she always made sure to shave what needed to be shaved. It would be kind of hard to be a cheerleader with mammoth legs, after all. But she never really found the idea of waxing to be all that appealing. If guys had that much of a problem with body hair than let them have their skin torn off.
Her open reluctance didn’t stop her mother from ushering her deeper into the closed off room. Like the rest of their rooms, this station was free of windows. What looked like a recliner sat in the center, which the young woman quickly found herself sat upon. What followed could only be described as… unpleasant.
When the little Asian woman who was their attendant walked in, Kim had been nervous. When she felt the uncomfortably hot wax against her skin for the first time she had started to feel afraid. And when she felt the line of hair between her eyebrows get pulled out by their roots, she was sure she’d never felt anything so painful in her life. Of course, that only lasted until the next minute or so when it was time to start on her arms and legs. And the entire time she was forced to sit there, yelping and flinching, her mother simply watched from a seat by the door staring at the scene with the same gentle smile.
This lasted for a full hour before Kim was sure that every hair that wasn’t on her head had been yanked from her body. Armpits, her upper lip, nothing had been allowed to remain. And the result? A very, very unhappy young woman who was all too happy to jump out of her chair as soon as the experience was finished.
For a moment, she seriously tried to understand how women could voluntarily submit to such torture. God forbid Drakken ever learn to harness such evil. But Kim did her best not to focus on the experience. Yes, her skin was tingling it was in so much pain. But the important thing was that it was over and she was free to move on to something hopefully much more relaxing.
Of course, when were things ever so simple? She should have known better than to assume anything. A fact she quickly realized as soon as she walked past her mother only to feel a hand on her own, firmly pulling her back towards the table of pain. Her dread quickly swelled in her breast.
“Kim, where are you going,” her mother laughed like she hadn’t just seen her daughter skinned alive. “Were not done yet.” And hearing that, Kim’s jaw actually dropped.
“How? How can we not be done?! I don’t have any hair left,” she exclaimed. But Ann knew otherwise.
As comfortable as the robe Kim was wearing had been, it was surprisingly easy to forget that she was naked underneath. But as Ann reached down below the knot tying it together, Kim was immediately reminded of this fact as she felt her mother’s fingers tug of the strings of her red pubes.
“Oh, I think otherwise,” Ann hummed cheekily. And removing her hand, she had to chuckle at the expression on her daughter’s face, very much resembling that of an owl.
“Mom- what- no!” Holding the flaps of her robe tightly against her chest, Kim couldn’t believe what her mom had just done. It was almost enough to make her forget what she’d said!
“Oh Kim, stop being dramatic. Women do it all the time. It’s called a Brazilian!” Unfortunately, Kim couldn’t care less what it was called. It was still weird! It’s not like she didn’t take care of that area herself anyways. Sure, it might have been a week or two since her last maintenance, but it wasn’t so bad that it needed to be ripped off! Yet, continuing to pull against her mom’s grip, Kim still found herself being led deeper into the boutique.
In the back of her mind, Kim couldn’t help but think it was a kind of magic only parents had. How, no matter how much you said no, no matter how sure you are that they can’t make you do something, or how stubborn you can be, you still found yourself being led as easily as if you were willing. This is how she found herself laying back in what could only be described as some sort of recliner, doctor’s table mix. As well as a hot pot of fresh wax bubbling just beside a new attendant.
“Oh Kim, would you stop glaring at me?” Ann sighed. Kim laid in her chair, her heart in her throat while she waited for her next round of torture. As if the pain wasn’t enough, now she had the added fun of exposing herself to a total stranger. Some might think a good mother would be able to see their child’s discomfort and offer to leave. But, nope! It would seem not. So, her mom would need to excuse her attitude for a moment. It was literally the least she could do.
“I can’t help but notice you’re not joining me,” Kim argued. Expecting her mom to flinch or back off, the teenager would be disappointed by the casual confidence as the older woman happily corrected her child.
“Kim, I do this every month,” was her reply. And to that Kim could only gape.
“Even-!” Stopping short, Kim blushed as she looked towards her mother’s robed crotch.
“Of course! Your dad loves it.” And to that Kim’s mind came to a screeching halt as a shiver of disgust rushed up through her spine. There her mom goes again, sharing things that really didn’t need to be shared between a mom and daughter. ‘Ewwwwwwww!’ Thankfully- or not, depending on how you look at it- Kim found her horrible train of thought derailed at the sensation of the attendant’s hand on her foot motioning for her open her legs.
Feeling a shot of anxiety, Kim gave one last pleading look at her mother only to be told to hurry up. Complying, Kim couldn’t believe her position as she found her robe being opened and her naked sex bared to the room.
If the attendant had any comment for her behavior, she didn’t say it. Instead, the elderly Asian woman simply went to work, mixing the hot wax and getting ready to apply it.
“Hold on,” Ann suddenly spoke up. Walking toward the end of the table, Kim’s eyes went wide as she found her mother staring directly between her legs. Letting out a strangled gasp, Kim’s cheeks continued to burn as she attempted to cover herself and yell at her mom to get out of the room. Instead the elder Possible waved her off, dismissing her words completely as she forced her daughter to comply.
“Kim, relax!” she exclaimed. “I told you, I’ve done this before. I’m just telling her what you want done!” And while in her head Kim knew this sounded reasonable, it didn’t make the fact that her mother had a completely unobscured view of her vagina any less humiliating. Throwing an arm over her eyes, the teenager just fell back onto the backrest and whimpered helplessly.
Such great memories they were making!
“Leave a bit on top, but other than that strip it clean,” Ann informed the attended. Barely acknowledging her, the woman took her clippers to the mass of red curls between Kim’s legs cutting them down to a tasteful trim. And all the while, Kim could only pretend to be somewhere else and ignore the disturbingly delightful tingles the buzzing of the electric shears produced.
The next fifteen minutes went about as anyone could expect. Wax and cloth stripped her sex of all covering. There was pain, there was swearing. And by the time it was over, all Kim could think was that the next time her mother wanted to bond, they were going to see a movie.
As the attended started to put her equipment away, Kim felt her entire being slump in relief. The area between her legs was still burning from all the unusual stress. Moving her legs only increased the uncomfortably warm sensation aching between her legs. For a moment, she seriously wondered if she was going to be able to walk out of there.
“For the pain,” the attendant spoke. Looking up, Kim sighed happily at the sight of a bottle of oil in her hands. Without even thinking, Kim nodded her head enthusiastically, having no idea what she was giving this other woman permission to do. Instead, all she could do was groan in relief at the cooling sensation of that magical liquid as the attendant began to rub it into her now smooth mound.
Without warning, Kim jumped at the sound of the door opening. Thankfully, before she could panic too much, she was quick to identify the newcomer as another female employee.
She spoke to her attendant in another language, seemingly in some kind of distress. Whatever she said looked to annoy the other woman greatly. With a muttered curse, she dropped what she was doing and wiped her hand clean with a rag.
“Stay,” she spoke to Kim through a heavy accent. “Be right back.” And before Kim could voice her protest, the woman was out the door chasing after whatever mess her employee seemed to have cooked up. Unfortunately, this left Kim helpless, stuck between a sweet relief and burning pain.
“Wait!” she called out. But the attended was already long gone.
Back to whimpering, Kim could only fall back against the chair rubbing her legs together in a feeble attempt at quieting the irritated surface. So focused on the pain, Kim didn’t even notice her mother step closer with the bottle of oil in hand until she felt the mother reach between her legs.
As Ann watched the woman working on her daughter rush out of the room, she couldn’t help but give a mental ‘tsk’. Up until this point she had been content to just sit back and watch her daughter from the corner of the room. But sparing a small glance at the closed door, the mother couldn’t help but inch forward for a small peak.
It had been interesting, to say the least, to see her daughter, the young woman that she is, spread eagle and another person between them. Her pained gasps had filled the room for quite some time before it was over. And despite how much she knew it must hurt, in the end, Ann knew it would be beautiful. And looking at her daughter’s sex now, irritated as it may be, she knew she was right.
With the attendant out of the room, Ann had to watch her daughter fidget it pain. And looking at the bottle of lotion, a thought crossed her mind that forced her heart to pick up the pace. Maybe… she could help her? It was almost a bit too exciting.
Not that she found the idea sexual at all, no of course not. That would be… sick. The mother was merely happy to have a chance to help her daughter, that’s all. If it were to help her, to relieve her pain, then surely such an act couldn’t be considered perverted. Rather, it could only show how far her love was for her child. And such a thing could only be described as beautiful.
Besides, who knows what would happen if such a thing were left untreated? The pain could increase, she could even get an infection if the attendant was gone too long. No, she couldn’t take that risk. It was far, far too dangerous. In fact, it would be cruel not to take action.
Thank goodness Ann was such a giving person.
Ann reached for the bottle of lotion and stepped to the end of the waxing table. She was almost completely between her daughter’s posed legs, the view of her flushed sex entirely unobscured. With a blush on her cheeks, Ann could feel her pulse quicken as she observed her daughter. While for her daughter’s safety, it didn’t make the view of her any less intriguing. And stuck like this, Ann couldn’t help but take a moment to stare, taking in every detail of her daughter’s crotch.
Finally able to get a proper look, Ann couldn’t help but comment on her daughter’s new style. Still a teen, Kim lacked the full thickness of hair she would one day grow into. Regardless, Ann could hardly call what she was seeing as peach fuzz. A strange middle ground that suited her perfectly, the mother decided.
Still, in the throes of pain, Kim failed to notice these observations, and instead busied herself tensing and flexing her thighs, resisting the urge to rub them together. Ann couldn’t help but think how desperate she seemed, needing relief with no ability to get it on her own. This alone was enough to still the breath in her chest. A moment later, it was all Ann could do to tip the bottle and pour its contents over her open palm, saturating her skin in the slick oil.
‘I’ll give you what you need…’ she promised.
Touching a single finger against the inflamed mound, Ann felt Kim almost jump out of her skin. Even as the younger woman opened her eyes, discovering what her mother was doing, Ann continued to press her fingers against the whole of her pliable flesh.
“Mom! W-What the hell!?” Not one to curse, Kim was well and truly freaked the fuck out at the sight and sensation of her mother’s fingers against her naked sex. But the older women ignored her and continued to touch. It was all Kim could do to not kick her mom right in the face.
“Shhhhh,” Ann responded, well prepared for this reaction. But not stopping for a second, she ran her oil-drenched fingers over the top of Kim’s pubis gliding across the flawless surface. “It’s okay, baby. You looked uncomfortable, and who knows how long they might make us wait. So, I thought I might help.”
In hushed tones, she attempted to calm her child, much like she had when Kim was a baby. It was nice. It felt tender. And before she could stop herself, Ann felt a small smile grow on her lips. “Just lay back and let momma take care of the pain.”
Staring at her mother in shock, the teen found herself seriously questioning the reality of the moment. Because, this was weird, right? This kind of thing didn’t just happen? There was no parent alive who was this laid back. But no matter how much Kim tried to argue, it didn’t make the sensation of her mother’s hand feeling her up any less real.
Too shocked to react, Kim remained still, frozen between pushing her mother away and covering her most private of places. Ann used this indecision and pressed on, her gentle tone never wavering.
“It’s okay, baby. Don’t be scared.” Ann immediate responded. She couldn’t remember the last time she had called Kim baby, or referred to herself as Momma. The words just seemed to pour out of her. “There, see? Doesn’t that feel better?” She rubbed the oil into the soft skin around her daughter’s lips, now silky smooth without the added texture of hair. “You don’t need to feel embarrassed, baby. Momma’s a doctor, remember? Just let momma take care of you.” Despite herself, at her mother’s prompting, Kim couldn’t help but notice she did feel somewhat better.
Only half listening to what her mom was saying, Kim couldn’t help but feel herself relax at the gentle tone. Programmed at infancy, it was natural to relax at her mother’s voice.
Past the embarrassment, past the horror of having her mother touch her in such a way, Kim couldn’t help but notice how her mom’s fingers cooled the fire on her crotch. With clenched eyes, Kim could feel herself giving into the relief rather than fight and go back to the pain.
“There’s a good girl,” Ann cooed in delight. Though she could see that her daughter was nowhere near comfortable, at least she didn’t look like she was going to fight her anymore. Seeing this, Ann took the opportunity to more properly… examine the afflicted area.
With her middle finger, she gently traced a path from her bikini line down to the tasteful tuft of red fur sprouting at the tip of her developing lips. The older woman couldn’t help but regard the beautiful contrast of colors. The red hairs surrounded by a perfect plain of pale skin. Just as beautiful as Ann had imagined.
Most women who go through the trouble of waxing prefer to get it all taken off. But as a redhead, Ann knew the pride of having proof of the natural color.
With deliberate leisure, Ann took her time drawing her fingers from the flat plain of her daughter’s pubis down to the plump outer lips of Kim’s sex. She could feel Kim tense at the sudden transition.
“Shhhh,” Ann pressed, quelling the interruption before it could start. “It’s okay baby, just let momma do what she needs. I have to get everything, or you could get a hurt. So just sit back,” Ann once again cooed, “and let Momma be as thorough as she needs. I’ll make all the pain go away.” And true to her word, Ann held no qualms about her duties as she pressed her fingers into the meaty lips of Kim’s vagina, spreading the healing oil out to cover her thighs.
Even hearing her mother’s words, Kim couldn’t hold back a startled squeak at the sensation of her fingers pressing so close to her core. Just outside the crease of her sex, she could feel the perfectly manicured nail scratch against the soft skin. So close, in fact, that she almost couldn’t believe herself as the telltale spark of arousal blossomed in the pit of her belly.
Disgusted beyond words, Kim’s features froze in a mask of horror. Her whole body clenched to deny the pleasurable feeling. Unfortunately, this did little to stop her subdued gasp of delight as her mother’s surgical fingers continued to rub her core.
Increasing her horror, Kim could feel her juices begin to flow and her sex flush with blood. In no time at all, Kim’s vagina was swollen with its arousal, her own oil just beginning to leak freely.
Down at the other end of the table, Ann was just finishing up, her slippery hand drawing across the underside of Kim’s cleft. With almost reverend attention she painted the oil across every surface of her daughter’s loins she could reach, slowly and deliberately. It had been... incredible to say the least. The soft skin, still so fresh with youth slipping beneath her touch.
Drawing one last swipe of her finger across a cheek of her daughter’s bottom, Ann found her hand frozen at the sight of Kim’s feminine mound responding to her attention, its pale complexion exposing the teen’s embarrassing secret.
Widening her eyes, Ann’s breath froze in her chest. There, right between her cleft, beads a slick liquid pearled onto the swelling lips. Like a flower, her delicate petals bloomed, emerging from the bud of her mons with their own dew clinging along the red length. No longer irritated, the gentle flesh flushed with blood for a wholly different reason.
Before she could even blink, Ann found herself staring at not a girl’s vagina, but a hungry and dripping pussy that could only belong to a woman. And the knowledge that she, Ann Possible, had been the one to bring about the change, was nothing short of mind stopping.
She had… aroused her own daughter.
Feeling an unidentified emotion bubble in her chest, Ann couldn’t understand what was happening to her. All of a sudden, her heart seemed to have tripled in speed. Not only that, but as well as her breathing and sweat had all begun responding as though she had just run a marathon. Gripping the front of her rope with her free hand, her mind came to a shuttering stop as she found herself at the center of the moment.
Her heart, her breath, her warmth, and even her hand, still hovering over the damp surface of her daughter’s sex, all left her feeling so… so…
So good.
And it was that thought, that realization that finally returned her breath in a single shuttering gasp of pleasure. Why it felt good, the older woman couldn’t quite put her finger on it yet. But she did know she wasn’t anywhere close to being finished.
“M-Mom, are you done?” In a more than slightly shaken tone, Kim shyly spoke, hope clear in her tone. Her crotched had already stopped burning and the relief was palpable. Thank goodness too.
She could feel a new type of fire building in her crotch, a throbbing ache that demanded her attention. She’d thought she’d played with herself that morning enough to stave off any unmanageable excitement until that evening. But her body appeared to have other plans. This only made the presence of her mother so close to the afflicted area that much more horrifying. She needed to get out of there before her mother noticed. There was no way the teen was about to explain why her crotch suddenly seemed so warm. No way. Kim knew the best thing to do was get out and walk off whatever the hell was happening.
Too bad Ann felt otherwise.
With a heavy breath, the mother found herself unsure how to answer. Technically, she was done. In fact, if she were being honest her daughter probably didn’t even need that last coat she had seen fit to apply. But now, staring into the soggy mass centered between her daughter’s thighs, the older woman found her mind blank.
It looked… uncomfortable, Ann found herself thinking. And as a woman herself, she more than understood the pain of unattended arousal.
Would it be so bad if she were to… help her? After all, this wasn’t all that different than before. She would just be helping. Helping her daughter who was in obvious distress. It would be kind after all, relieving her child of an unnecessary discomfort. It was practically a medical treatment! And as a mother and a doctor, she shouldn’t feel any guilt about giving her child what she needs.
It’s not like she got anything out of it. It’s not like she was becoming aroused. She was simply excited for the opportunity to help her child, her baby, her Kimmie. It was then, picturing the little girl she had raised that, Ann found herself making her decision.
“M-Mom,” Kim’s voice stuttered. She hadn’t felt anything for quite a few moments and her mother’s silence was slightly worrying. Oh god, did she figure it out?!
“Hmm?” Ann responded, snapping from her thoughts. “Oh, sorry baby. No. I-I was just reaching for more oil.” And scrambling for the said bottle, Ann reached over to pour another helping of that delicious liquid to coat her hand.
“R-Really?” Kim stammered, her stomach falling into a pit. “Because, I mean, I’m feeling a lot better now. Can’t we just, you know, get out of here?” She was hurried, panicked, and Ann knew all too well why.
“No baby, sorry,” Ann answered without mercy. And even worse, Kim heard herself gasp as the sensation of her mother’s hand return to her sex. “I have to make doubly sure that I get everything. After all, I couldn’t live with myself if you somehow got a rash or infection because I didn’t do a good job. What kind of mother would I be if I didn’t take care of you?” All the while she was talking, Ann made sure to keep a firm hand rubbing all the right places.
“Are you sure!” Kim exclaimed, her voice raising a few octaves as she began to feel her mother’s touch inch along the crease of her rear. “I-I mean, how about I just do it?! In fact, you go leave and I’ll just finish up. I promise to do a good job. A great job even. I’ll just be like five minutes.” Stressing her words, Kim’s breathing had notably begun to increase. Oh god, that sounded nice. If she even lasted that long. Unfortunately, those thoughts only served to increase her arousal. Which made her mother’s next sentence that much more torturous.
“Oh baby, don’t be silly! You can’t see properly from up there. What if you miss a spot? You’d have no way of knowing. No, just sit back and let momma take care of you. I’ll make sure to cover every inch. I won’t miss a spot.”
Tracing a finger down the line of Kim’s sex, Ann punctuated this point by following it all the way down to the crack of her rear, her oiled finger slipping easily into the clenched cheeks. And hearing her daughter squeak in surprise, it was all the older woman could do to stop purring with delight.
Too overcome with the sensations of her mother’s hand, Kim’s ability to argue left her. All she could do was fall against the back of her bed, and pray she was able to stave off the coil tightening in her belly until her mother was finished.
Seeing her daughter give in only gave the woman that much more courage. Ann’s free hand joined her first causing the teen to jump as it massaged her thigh. The two appendages worked together, groping the two pillars of muscle guarding Kim’s sex while slowly working towards it.
Tightening her grip, her knuckles turned white as she became hyper-aware of every inch they stole towards this goal. It was only as they reached her center, both palms splayed against the uppermost point of her thighs, that Kim felt her mother’s thumbs press into the plump lips of her sex and rub against them – the anticipation of the act only fueling the pleasure.
Kim couldn’t breathe, a deep drought to fill her lungs to capacity. Holding it there, her body seemed to come alive. A fire, feeding on the air she had just taken, grew in her belly and rushed through the rest of her. At its epicenter, it seemed to flow directly to her crotch increasing her sensitivity to the horribly wonderful things her mother was doing. It was only when she could hold on no longer, and the pressure in her chest reached its max that the teen was forced to exhale, a single long drawn out mewl of want that she attempted to muffle with every ounce of will within her.
Of course, her mother wasn’t much better. Ann’s chest rose and fell in great crests, her breathing almost matching her daughter. The smell in the air was slowly filling the room, saturating her brain with the lust-laden musk. She tried to stay focused on her work, the entirety of her attention on the apex of her daughter’s thighs.
Before, she had worked her hands like she had been handling a fine piece of art, beautiful and fragile. But now, as Kim’s blood began to burn and Ann could see the art come alive, she couldn’t stop her fingers as they danced across her skin, tickling the all the places where she knew Kim would love. All, but the most important. And Kim couldn’t stand it.
Ann marveled at the way the hips in her hands were beginning to buck, small little spasms that jiggled her cute butt before settling back on the table with a subtle thump. Every time she caressed her thumbs along her daughter’s plump lips, she had to brace herself against the little kick that followed. Seeing her baby act like this, like an adult, like a woman, it only increased the excitement for Ann. Especially so as she was able to watch Kim’s cute little pussy dance for her entertainment.
Pushing the barriers even farther, the mother couldn’t help but hold her breath as she braced her thumbs in the middle of that delicate crease she had been dancing around for so long. She pulled it apart, splitting the lips of her daughter’s lower mouth to see the innermost depths of her being. Seeing this, the mother moaned – a deep and grating baritone just under her breath that consumed her entire being.
She was beautiful, a shade of pink only known to those that have remained untouched. Virginal. It gratified the mother to know she was seeing something no one else had yet to. She could feel its heat burning at the edges of her thumbs.
But even more than that was the absolute wetness that seemed to drip from her core. All along the bright coloring the light reflected off the sensual liquid seemingly springing from every surface.
It was all Ann could do to keep her fingers from diving even further inside her little girl. This did not, however, keep her from taking in another breath, only to release a cool stream of air directly aimed for the small pearl of nerves throbbing at the tip of Kim’s slit.
By this point, Kim had forgotten all about the point of the oil. All she could think, all she could feel, were her mother’s fingers tracing lines all up and down her sex. Where before her touch had brought relief from the fire, now it was the fuel. With each pass a new line of burning heat cooked at the edge of her core.
But always the edge.
No matter how much she bucked or mentally pleaded, her mother never dared to cross that line as to actually touch her center. And this drove Kim to the edge of her sanity. She tried to hold off, the embarrassment of having an orgasm in front of her mother too much to bear. But with each passing moment, the memory of her struggle became that much harder to recall.
‘Give in,’ the voice in the back of her head called out, ‘give in.’ And for a moment, Kim thought the voice to be that of her mother. But opening her eyes to look between her splayed legs, Ann’s expression remained the same. Calm and serene, a small smile highlighting her beautiful face even as her fingers continued to rub Kim’s crotch into a frothing mess.
In truth, her mother was anything but those things. Those eyes she found so calm and serene were simply half-lidded, drunk in the haze that consumed her mind. And her smile, which Kim thought to be warm and gentle was really an almost mad Cheshire like expression threatening to split her face. All of which was flushed with the warmth of her own blood and arousal.
This only made the rate of her breathing, sucked in through flared nostrils, that much more alarming. Especially so when considering the air to be heavy with the smell of Kim’s sex, her face hardly more than a foot away from its dripping source.
The feeling of her daughter’s thighs, warm and solid beneath her fingers was a thing of beauty. Her skin was so smooth, flawless even. Not a blemish in sight. This only made the contrast of her sex that much more exquisite.
Ann loved her daughter’s vagina. The way Kim’s lips gave to her fingers sent a shock up her spine every time she dared rub against them. They were just so soft, a subtle hint to what Ann knew lay deeper in her center.
Unfortunately, no matter how much her heart throbbed at the thought of crossing that dangerous line into Kim’s folds, Ann knew that wouldn’t be a proper thing for a mother to do. After all, she was just helping her daughter burn off a little steam.
To take advantage of the situation like that, it would be inappropriate. As long as it remained innocent, it was okay. As long as she was just helping, she didn’t need to feel guilty about how much she was enjoying it. Or how damp the inside of her thighs currently were. Nope, no reason at all. After all, what kind of mother would she be if she tried to use this as an excuse to violate her only daughter?
No, that would need to wait for tonight.
She was such a good mother. And just like a good mother, Ann chose that moment to increase her speed, her oil slick fingers palming the whole of Kim mounds before rubbing the oil hard against her skin with the heel of her hand.
Now outwardly panting, her stomach muscles were cramping with the effort to keep her release at bay. Half-crazed with lust and the other with embarrassment, Kim’s body was flushed with sweat that rivaled that even of the steam room. Her breath was heavy and the battle to hold it at bay was long forgotten. Any and all hopes of keeping her aroused state hidden from her mother were dashed long ago. It was only Kim’s stubbornness and refusal to orgasm that kept her going.
The part of her brain that still functioned cried in the indignation of the whole situation. Surely her mother was finished tending to her by now!? But every time those sinfully wonderful hands pulled away, they only returned moments later – a brand new helping of fresh oil to greet her. Not that she needed it anymore. Oh no, Kim was quite sure she was providing more than enough lubricant to service whatever her mother was doing.
She could feel it, with every flex of her inner muscles or pass of her mother’s hand, it dribbled out of her burning core and down the crack of her rear to mix with the voluminous oil covering her lower body. There, it caught in Ann’s hands only to be rubbed back into its producer’s skin. Not that Ann minded. Rather, seeing that small trickle of arousal leak from her baby’s hot little box only served to raise the temperature burning in the confines of her own robe.
As much as Ann might wish otherwise, in the end, someone had to give. And as much as Kim fought it, not God himself could have stopped the overwhelming swell of burning need from bursting as Ann ran her oiled hand through the tuft of red fur, brushing the tip of her finger over the throbbing pearl above her slit, red and sopping in its hood.
With a great gasp, Kim’s entire body seized in a single fit of rigidness. She felt the electricity rush up and down her body, only increasing its heat as Kim swore she had burst into flames. She saw colors flash, and angels sing.
In all the times she had spent in her room playing with herself, she could never remember feeling herself come undone this hard. So hard, in fact, that in the wake of her explosive orgasm, Kim was helpless to do anything but lay back and feel wave after wave of pleasure consumes her entirety, head to toe. And all the while, Ann continued to watch, silently quaking in her own release brought on without so much as a touch.
During the following minutes, Kim’s mind drifted in and out of consciousness. Only aware of a few things in that time, all she could recall was the strange sound of her mother’s heavy breath, followed by a warm towel mopping up the lower half of her body.
With a groan, her mind finally seemed to return for good. For the first few moments, she was confused. She was unsure how long she had been out, but her internal clock told her it couldn’t have been for more than a few minutes. Finally, in that confusing haze, her memories came back to her. And at that moment, she felt her breath hitch in her throat.
She was… mortified. Beyond everything else, she found that to be the best word to describe her current train of thought. What was wrong with her? What kind of person came just from their parent’s hand?
Too afraid to open her eyes, Kim dreaded what kind of expression she would find on her mother’s face. But she couldn’t hide behind her lids forever. The teen forced them open and braced herself.
Part of her had expected confusion. Or maybe even disgust. At the very least she expected some semblance of embarrassment. But, amazingly, as the teen stared into her mother’s features, the older woman didn’t even look bothered by the situation, not a red hair out of place.
Kim tried to open her mouth, to apologize or at least explain herself. But staring into the blue orbs of her mother, all she could do was sit there, the memories of what had just happened playing again and again in her head. And just as sick as the first time, it horrified Kim to find the arousal trickling back.
As Ann finally came forward, Kim found herself shrinking back, the reprimand she had been expecting sure to rear its head. This is why, when Ann opened her mouth to speak, instead Kim found herself blinking in utter confusion.
“So… what do you feel like eating for lunch?”
A/N: Thank you for reading and don’t forget to leave a comment if you have the time.
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