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Timmy & Vicky Go To The Mountains... Sorta	By : Wendell Urth Category: +1 through F > Fairly OddParents Views: 4566 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Where Timmy Goes On A Long, Long Trip:
Disclaimer: The Fairly Odd Parents and all associated characters belong to their respective creators and owners, not me. I receive no compensation whatsoever for this story. I do not condone drinking, drugs or any of the sexual activity or situations in this story. It's a fantasy.

In spite of being in a hurry, Vicky made a few stops. Checks were cashed, jewelry sold to suspicious looking people she knew. All according to plan.
Her plan.
When Timmy questioned her, Vicky told him that everything was cool. They had some stops to make before getting the “fuck outta’ town”. Timmy was OK with that. He’d drained his balls, acted out a mom fantasy and finished in his hot girlfriend’s mouth. Soon they would be someplace else, fucking again. He wasn’t about to question his luck for a change.
They drove downtown to a part of Dimmsdale that he’d never been to before, but often heard about… on the news. The kind of place you rolled up the windows and locked the doors and drove through scanning for trouble in every direction. Vicky knew her way around here. She drove into a parking garage, driving through garbage, around fallen concrete and missed (most of) the pot holes. They parked on the abandoned second level then carried their bags up to the fourth where a gray panel truck waited. If Timmy noticed that Vicky had left her keys in the convertible, he didn’t mention it. She had the keys to the van. He asked why they had changed vehicles and she’d said they needed something with a little more power for where they were going. He shrugged; the van looked old but he figured she knew what she was doing.
They pulled out into traffic. Timmy had no way of knowing, but there were no working CCTV’s in this part of town. Local businesses didn’t even try to fix their broken security cameras.
Timmy and his girlfriend were now off the grid.
The radio worked, so did the CD player. They laughed, sang, chatted. She passed him a bottle of soda. It was all good. Soon, he stifled a massive yawn. He giggled. Everything was good. Time passed, but he wasn’t really aware of it. Maybe he slept.
A couple of hundred miles outside of town, they pulled over. He was giggling, just so happy to be with his hot girlfriend. She laughed too. “Timmy baby, you going to be a good boy? You gonna’ do what I tell you?”
Of course, he would! Of course. “Anything for you… Vick? Vick,” he wasn’t quite sure he remembered her name but a promise was a promise… as long as it ended in another good fucking. There was a dumb look on his face. He couldn’t figure out how to open his seat belt which struck him as hilarious. Vicky shook her head, smiled and helped him out of the truck. His legs were wobbly too.
An old strip mall, through the back. An unmarked door.
An hour later, a young woman with short back hair and brown eyes backed an late model pickup truck under an awning. A small sleeping figure might have been hidden under a blanket; it wasn’t visible. Cash had traded hands; no questions were asked.
Hours later. “Huh, Vic… Uh, Vicky?” Then closed eyes again. Gentle hands stroked his forehead. A kiss. He knew everything was OK. “Mom?” he muttered.
“Not even close!” came a familiar voice. He drank more of the soda.
Timmy missed the next several hours, a long, long drive to the mountains.
He opened his eyes for a moment. Late night, the truck was bouncing over a gravel road. Then they stopped. He heard a noise, like a chain? A rusty gate opening? It was so hard to keep his eyes open.
His head was bouncing up and down on his chest, awake/asleep, asleep/awake, awake/asleep. “Everything is OK” he repeated. She gave him more soda.
He awoke hours later in a strange place. A cabin room in darkness? He was thirsty. In bed there was a woman sleeping on her side. She had black hair, cut in a short punk style. But before he could panic, he took a deep breath. It was Vicky! He knew her scent. He was naked and his erection was pressed up against her back. She muttered in her sleep and turned to face him, opened her eyes and smiled.
Her eyes were brown now, “contacts,” he wondered? She looked like a different person. Her hair matched her eyebrows, if he didn’t know better, he’d swear that was her natural color. “When…?” His brain wasn’t working, he couldn’t remember much of the last day or so. He remembered going to school… “When was that?”
“You… did you… was I drugged?” he stuttered.
She looked him in the eyes, deep into his eyes. For a long moment he was lost in her gaze. She leaned up on one elbow and continued to look at him. It was still the same Vicky, but a little different, maybe. “Remember, we were going on a roadtrip? Your lowlife parents ditched you? Hmmm?”
“Yeah… sorta’… I guess.” Then, “But why…?”
“We needed to get away without leaving a trail. It was easier if you slept through it.” She lay back on the bed. He looked down at her softly sloping breasts, half exposed through the green nightie she was wearing. Timmy recognized it; it was his mom’s favorite.
A thought washed over him. “Did I… Did I… OMG, did I… with my mom???”
A bark of laughter broke out from Vicky! “Oh, Twerp, that’s just too funny!” And she pulled him on top of her into a tight hug and kiss that seemed to go on forever. “You really think you fucked your mom?” She couldn’t stop laughing.
Maybe it was the residual effects of the drugs. Maybe it was Vickie turning into a hot raven headed buzz cut bitch. Maybe he was just horny, but he needed to fuck her. Fuck her now, fuck her hard.
He ripped the green nightgown and didn’t care. She pulled him in close. His cock was pressed between their bodies, it was hot and hard. He scooted down her till his head was cradled between her tits, his cock resting between her mound. She reached between them and found his massive cock and began to manipulate it.
It was so big! Panting, she asked, “You taking dick pills, Timmy?”
He pushed up on his elbows to drive himself into her. Hard. So, fucking hard.
She began to pant. “So big…. When…?”
Timmy began to laugh as he thrust into her, long slow strokes, “Just began to grow, a growth spurt.” He laughed as he pulled back and then thrust in as hard as he could. “I’m just a growing boy, take that you fucking slut!” They both moaned.
“Bigger,” she said. “Bigger…”
“Than before? Yeah, bigger now.”
Vicky squealed and laughed. “Oh God, oh God, my cervix, you’re in my cervix, you little bastard. Ahhhhhh!” a long drawn out screech.
Then, biting her lip, “Bigger, bigger than your dad. Fuck me!!!! Me!!!!”
A moment later he came, flooding her cervix. He pounded her two, three more times before pulling out. Her cunt gaped, leaked cum. Before it could close, he entered her again slowly, and stayed inside her, pumping the last traces of jizz deep inside her. He could see the bulge of his cock distending her crotch. “God, you feel so tight!” he collapsed on top of her.
His sweat began to pool on her chest. Her eyes were closed, lost in her orgasm when she heard him say. “My dad? Did you say my dad?”
She smiled her most evil smile.
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