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The World Must Never Know	By : fulwiz123 Category: Kim Possible > FemmeSlash - Female/Female Views: 53064 -:- 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 Seven - Dark Side of the Moon.
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 59: Strip Poker.

(The Dark Side of the Moon - August 10th, 2008)
Dr. James Possible stared at the gash in the metal housing of sensor 32A. Inside the torn metal he could see a number of wires that had been severed by the micro-meteorite damage. To his companion, he said. “That explains the anomalous readings we've been getting.”
As he reached down to his utility belt and unclasped the pistol shaped laser tool, Dr. Porter leaned in close to look at the damage. “Would you like me to help?”
He shook his head as he adjusted the settings on the laser. “This should only take a few minutes. Why don't you go ahead and survey for that mining site you were looking for while I patch this up?”
The blonde woman nodded behind her face plate. “Good idea. We're close to one of the proposed sites.” She pointed to a shallow crater nearby. “Give me a yell if you need me.”
Locking the laser on the weld setting, he watched the woman bounce walk toward the crater rim. “Be careful of those rocks near the edge. Some of them are pretty jagged.”
After watching her gingerly climb over the rocks and into the crater, he bent to his own work. It was a welcome distraction from the sight of his co-worker's butt, which, even in her bulky space suit, was highly appealing to look at. A smile spread over his face as he opened the sensor housing and began splicing the wires back together. It had been her sexy ass, along with the rest of her gorgeous body, as much as her highly capable brain that made him hire her after the whole fiasco with Pete Fen stealing her robotic designs.
It still surprised him that, after working together at the Space Center for all this time, he still hadn’t managed to get under any of the very short skirts she usually wore. She didn't seem to mind his many hints in that direction and even returned his casual flirting, but she never once encouraged him to go beyond that. Their association was, and he figured would probably always be, strictly professional.
To a man with fewer sexual outlets than himself, the situation might be a bit depressing. While he welded the gouged housing, he felt himself harden in his spacesuit. His mind turned to thoughts of all the women it had been his great pleasure to bed in his lifetime. One, the very first, leaped to the forefront of his mind.
Even after more than thirty years, he could vividly remember his truly wonderful introduction to the pleasures of the flesh. It had been family game night and she had been standing in front of the open cabinet where they stored all their games. There was a puzzled look on her face.
“That's funny. I could have sworn the poker chips were in here somewhere. Oh well. I guess we'll just have to bet something else.” Her eyes twinkled mischievously. “Any suggestions?”
The twin boys exchanged a shocked look. For weeks they had been trying desperately to catch a even a peek of her body. To find some way to touch her enticing flesh. And now, after all their failures, they were being handed the opportunity on a silver platter. As they shared the look, James hoped his brother had the guts to actually go through with it.
Trying to act nonchalant, Slim fell into his habit of imitating one of his favorite western TV stars. “Well, dang. Jimmy and me done went an spent our allowances at the movies yesterday. We ain't got no real money. I reckon we is just gonna have ta play strip poker.”
All James could to, like a puppet on a string, with his teenage lust as the puppet master, was nod vigorously.
Her laugh filled the room. “What a cheeky suggestion! I should be shocked that you two would even think of something like that!” Her laughter faded, to be replaced with a dishearteningly stern look. “Just for that, I think I'll actually take you up on the challenge. But fair warning boys, I'm only doing it so I can beat the pants off you and show you what a silly idea it is!”
It was then that James remembered something apparently he, and apparently his brother, had forgotten about. Never before had they won against their mother when playing poker. Never.
As their mother sat down at the table and began shuffling the cards, she looked up at their, now morose, faces with a chuckle. “Sit down boys. It's time to play!”
Now that they knew how trapped in their own plot they were, the first hand came as no surprise. James lost to his mother's winning hand and had to remove his shoes. In the second hand, Slim lost his. Then, in the third, James lost his socks too.
While the fourth hand was being dealt, it appeared that this was going to be another twister fiasco, only with the added humiliation of loosing their clothes.
He picked up his cards despondently. King. Then another king. Then, his heart raced and a lump formed in his throat as yet another king was revealed! His fingers shook as the fourth card turned out to be an ace. Only sheer willpower kept him from passing out as the last card turned out to be the remaining king!
His brother gawped in shock, and his mother's eyebrows raised, as he lay down the winning hand.
She shrugged as she reached under the table and began removing her shoes. “I supposed one of you had to get lucky sometime. Fear not, it won't happen again!”
The excitement of his one victory waned as during the next two rounds, Slim added his socks to the pile of clothes beside his chair, and James' shirt also wound up on the floor.
Then another miracle happened. Slim won a round with a ten high straight. Both boys could only sit and stare as their mother unbuttoned her blouse with a blush on her cheeks. There was nothing revealing about the brassiere she had on underneath it, but the fact that they could see the bra itself, was enough to put tents in the teenager's pants. Both of them knew, from the photographs they'd borrowed, exactly what was beneath those pristine white cups.
Something shifted in the air around the table. Hope that they might actually have a chance to see in person, what they had only seen in the pictures, filled the teenage boy's heads. At the same time, their mother seemed to be becoming flustered. Even they words she spoke as the next hand was dealt, carried a hint of concern.
“It looks like I'm going to have to buckle down and finish this... Before things get too far out of hand.”
During the next hand Slim lost his shirt, which seemed to restore some of their mother's aplomb. It didn't dampen the boy's hope any though, there was still a chance, no matter how slender it might be.
Feeling a desperate need to adjust the painful stiffness in his trousers, James volunteered to get everyone a soda while the next hand was dealt. A suggestion that was quickly accepted by both his mother and brother.
In the kitchen, after adjusting his problem with a relieved sigh, he went to the fridge and got the soda. Then he turned to the cabinet above the counter and opened it to get some glasses. Winning that first hand wasn't as big a surprise as what he saw when he opened the cabinet. Sitting right there behind the glasses was the missing rack of poker chips.
For a boy who'd been tested well above genius level at school, putting two and two together was a ludicrously easy task. He knew, without any doubt, that neither himself, or his brother had put them there. Since aunt Sylvia was still out of town, and their sister was at band camp, that left only one person who could have done it. His mother. This could only mean one thing, she had intentionally wanted them to have to bet something other than the chips.
He thought furiously about this as he got out glasses and began pouring the drinks. His mind made rapid and concise calculations. The odds of his mother actually agreeing to his brother's suggestion? The chances that she would actually lose two hands of poker, given her previous record of winning at the game? By the time the drinks were ready, he had a working theory and had to adjust himself once again.
Back at the table, he sat the drinks down. Both Slim and his mom were studying their cards as he took his seat. He picked up his own cards and saw empirical evidence that his theory was on the mark. His mother was cheating. Not only that, she was cheating to lose! She actually wanted them to see her naked! The royal flush in his hand was indisputable proof.
He had no way to tell his brother what was actually going on. He knew though. And that gave him a distinct advantage. One he intended to make the most of. The cards hit the table, bringing a shocked gasp from Slim, and a heavy sigh from their mother.
He watched with admiration, his mom's acting abilities, as she reached for her glass and drained half the contents in one nervous looking gulp. She sat the glass back down an began to rise from her seat. Halfway standing, she stopped.
“My game is very off tonight boys. I.. I'm not sure we should continue... It just wouldn't be right.”
James felt his mind once again kick into overdrive. Why was she playing so hard that she didn't want to do this? Then an even bigger question hit him. Why had she agreed to it in the first place? He stared into his mother's eyes and caught a glimpse of something that made his mind take the next logical leap. How could she not have known he would find the poker chips in the kitchen? This led to one final, and damning, question. What were the chances she didn't know about the pictures he and his brother borrowed to fuel their incestuous fantasies?
At the speed of thought, the answers fell into place. She knew about the pictures. She also knew he'd find the poker chips. Her agreement to play the game was because she liked the idea. Lastly, the reason she was acting so hesitant about it, was because she knew that he knew, and wanted him make her follow through with it.
He opened his mouth and did what had to be done to prove his new and exciting theory. If he was right, it would take only the slightest push. If not, they still had the option of laughing it all off as a joke.“Aww, Mom! If we stop now, how can you beat the pants off us like you said you would?”
A few tension filled seconds passed. None of them moved while anticipation, like an unseen cloud, filled the air.
She finished standing, and a threshold was crossed as she undid the button holding her pants closed. As she shimmied out of them, she grinned at the boys. “There is that. I did agree to this. And I've always taught you boys that a Possible always keeps their promises.”
Her pants hit the floor, and the two thirteen year old's were enthralled by the sight of her white cotton panties. Standing there, under their very close scrutiny, their mother said the words that would change their family dynamic forever.
“I think we need a new rule for family game night. The rule is, we don't talk about family game night...”
It was in that moment that Slim caught up with his brother's thought process. The moment they both knew their mother had orchestrated the entire event. The connotation of her words was clear. She knew that what she was doing would be considered wrong. Knew they understood that. And was telling them she was willing to continue, if they agreed to the condition, it was a secret to be kept amongst themselves.
Both boys quickly and earnestly agreed.
The game continued with a new and exciting intensity. More hands were won and lost, until it came to the moment of truth. Their mother had finally succeeded in beating the pants off both of them, leaving the two boys in their underwear, while loosing her bra in the process. Neither of the boys could keep their eyes from her gorgeous, and brazenly displayed, breasts as she shuffled and dealt the hand that would determine the outcome of the game.
When the cards hit the table, it was more than obvious their mother was still cheating. James laid down an ace high straight flush, in hearts. Slim laid down an ace high straight flush, in diamonds. Their mother grinned mischievously as she showed them a pair of deuces. Then she showed them everything, as she stood once again and removed her panties.
The pictures had only hinted the beauty of their mother's pussy. The smooth bareness of her mound. The glistening pink of her inner lips. The way her wet folds parted as she reached down, while opening her legs wide, and used her fingers to wantonly display her entire womanhood for her sons.
“I hope you like what you see boys, because, as the old saying goes, to the victor's go the spoils.”
While trying to process their mother's words, their teenage boners were threatening to tear through their already straining briefs. Only when she stepped over to the counter that separated the dining room from the kitchen, did they fully comprehend her meaning. The way she bent over it, just like she had in one of the pictures, left no room for doubt.
She winked as she displayed her wonderfully firm ass to her sons. “Come on, Simon. You first. Just like you wanted to... Come here and fuck Mommy from behind!”
James was enthralled. He could only stand there and watch as his twin dropped his underwear and approached their mother. His hand went into his own underwear, as his brother reached out and touched the flesh of their mother's butt. He began fondling himself while he watched Slim press close to her, then slide his young shaft into her more than willing pussy.
The excitement of seeing his brother and mother having sex was indescribable. Especially with the knowledge that he would soon be doing the same. The sound of his mother's delighted squeals, and the sight of Slim's cock thrusting over and over into her, turned him on in ways he had never before believed possible. So much so, that he couldn't stop himself from shooting his seed then and there.
For a moment, he was transfixed with embarrassment. Until, that is, he heard his brother groan and saw him plunge deeply into his mother and tremble. Suddenly he felt better, knowing his brother hadn't lasted much longer before releasing himself inside their mother.
Very soon, after reassuring her sons that their reaction was perfectly natural, James found himself looking down at her while she knelt in front of him and removed his stained underwear. Pleasure, far greater than he'd ever experienced by his own hand, engulfed him as she sucked his cum coated cock head into her mouth.
It only took a minute or two inside her sucking, licking, and nibbling mouth to bring him once again to throbbing, aching, hardness. Releasing him from her mouth, she took his member in hand and led him to the living room. There, as both boys watched, she climbed onto the sofa and assumed the same pose as she had in the picture that fueled his fantasy of her.
With her ankles tucked behind her head, and her most intimate self fully on display, she begged him to take her.
His brother also yelled out his encouragement, using a nickname he'd obviously just thought up. “Do it, Squirt! Fuck Mom good and hard!”
Fantasy became reality as he climbed atop his mother. He gazed into her lust filled eyes as he tried to position himself to take the incestuous plunge, that he'd wanted and dreamed of for so long. He felt the tip of his cock press against her. Heard her let out a series of gasps as he marveled at the tightness he felt himself entering. Slowly at first, then faster as his confidence grew, he rammed over and over into her unbelievably tight hole.
His mother caught her breath, and smiled up at him. “Damn, Jimmy! You're such a naughty boy! Fuck me, my wonderful son! Harder, yes, that's it! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck my asshole the way your brother fucked my pussy!
James chuckled at the memory as he finished making the repairs to the sensor housing. His first time butt fucking his mother may have been an accident caused by inexperience, but none of the many times after that were. He'd gotten his share of her pussy too. For many years he and his brother had their mother in every way possible. She was always willing to give herself to them, whenever, and however, they wanted.
While his brother was more than happy with good old fucking, which was nice enough in itself, James had, with her encouragement, broadened his sexual horizons. Something aunt Sylvia was more than happy to also help with. Watching his mother eat her lesbian lover's pussy while he fucked her from behind, was always one of his favorite things. There was so much more too. Nothing he thought of, in his increasingly kinky desires, did she ever deny him. Not even when he...
A sound coming in over his space suit speaker distracted him from his lustful thoughts. He triggered his microphone. “Vivian? Was that you? Are you alright?”
Getting no reply, he began bounding to the spot where he last saw her. Coming up over the ridge of the crater, he spotted her. She was kneeling on the lunar surface, while trying to hold a large rip in the leg of her suit closed. Water crystals froze in the void as the air in the suit gushed outward. Through the cloud that glittered in his suit lights, he saw a look on her face that made his heart surge with fear.
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