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La Petite Journey	By : battleaxe Category: Kim Possible > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 38907 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Le Petite Journey Sexy

Chapter 6

The sun had barely fallen below the skyline when Shego finally returned home. Her room deep in the bowels of the mountain layer was as dark as any subterranean windowless hole could be. It remained such until she reached one green hand over and flicked on the tiny light over her large bed. The tiny beam illuminated the room acceptably leaving many tiny fissures where shadows could breed.

Her first priority was as always to end the day with a clean slate, meaning a nice long hot shower. Something that would loosen her muscles up and let her forget the day of mindless disaster while attempting to fulfill the stupid ideas of her employer.

Dark green and black cat suit made of leather slide of her strong frame quite easily ending up in a bunch upon the floor. Now completely with out garments she made her way into the private bath. It wasn’t an overly large room but it did hold all the necessary bits and pieces to make one bathing pleasant. The toilet which she utilized first, seating herself down she relaxed her muscles and let flow a stream of waste from within her bladder, a trickling noise echoed as the stream trickled into the water below. A single piece of soft paper slide down the length of her vagina; a single long finger riding between the deep green lips of her pussy; absorbing the remains of what was most likely going to be her last movement of the day. Her business washed away with a single blast of water initiated by a single pull of a leaver.

Shego enjoyed the water steaming hot. The searing jet of water struck her green flesh quickly causing it to prickle, her flesh darkening under the onslaught. Squeezing them hard she lifted her breasts into the offensive letting the stream strike the nipples. The glorious feel of the liquid as if ran between her large mounds of flesh down and over her well muscled abdomen only to trickle between her legs felt wonderful at this hour of the morning.

The heated water felt so agreeable on muscles tired out from battling annoying teen heroes, Shego mused as she grasped hold of a super sized bottle of shampoo. Dark green contents slowly dribbled out of the bottle and slithered down the length of her incredibly long locks. It took quite a bit of time and effort to merge the contents into her hair and bring forth the mass of froth that ended up coating both the hair and the woman’s naked body. She could polish of a giant sized bottle in a little over a week. Her dull green flesh would be next to fell the tenderness of care as another bottle of thick liquid was upended and gradually worked in.

Fingers working about her flesh massaging the soap about, letting the fluid seep deep into every fold and crevice. Arms, the gorgeous full breasts, over her belly, down her strong legs and finally working the lather between her legs and into her pubic region, two digits slipping between warm lips, a sigh rippled through her body as she began to rub herself the right way.

Before pleasure she still needed to accomplish all the necessary tasks. Grasping a pink, oh how she hated that colour, razor between two graceful fingers Shego braced one exquisite leg against the edge of the shower. Beginning at the base near her handsome ankle she let the blade glide slowly up her leg sliding over her exquisite caves and up to her knee. Minor maintance was done on a daily basis, or at the very least as often as possible so a build up did not occur. First one leg then the other was completed then the razor found its way between her legs. She enjoyed the smooth feel of nakedness between her legs, the look as the folds of flesh met in the middle especially with her pussy lips hanging down dripping with moisture.

Shutting the water down Shego left the tiled enclosure, the petit room was clouded thick with moisture. Mirrors were filmed over and a slight haze permeated the room making it difficult to see. All this failed to interest the woman for whom this was a regular occurrence. Wrapping a large fluffy green towel about her hair she flipped the entire mass back sending the entire soaking mass flying. A small robe slipped over her shoulders and around her waist. She had had it a long time and it showed wear in many parts, plus it no longer fit properly. The once plush fabric no longer quite covered the vast expanse of her chest, the length left something to be desired. As well only covering to the very edge of her pert bottom and if one looked carefully enough, and lived, a small portion of her naked beaver could be seen peaking out.

In her main room Shego rummaged through her cupboards kneeling down her legs spread wide she removed a small box hidden away in the very depths. Opening the lid she removed several small items before she maneuvered into the center of the room. Her robe was tossed aside landing in a heap upon the edge of the bed, the towel, after a good squeezed was thrown into the darkened bath. Grasping hold of the mass of wet hair at the base of her spine she pulled the lot over her shoulder until it draped down her front.

The first item might be classified as a pair of undergarments but that would be only on an initial glance. Strapping it over her loins, the leather garment only covered the vaginal area; bindings went between her legs, the parted fastening went over each cheek of her ass before clipping onto a thin belt. Ensuring the belt was snuggly secured about her waist she slide another piece into this puzzle, a small silver egg shaped contraption slipped into a small pocket in the material that happened nuzzled up against her clitoris, a thin wire ran from said device to a remote control.

A pleasured smile began to form on her lovely face as she flicked the power to the gadget on. Gentle bolts of electricity ran down the wire causing the silver egg to vibrate. This tremor sent a wave of pleasure up from the villainess loins, warming her other wise cold belly.

The second piece of equipment removed was a short multi tailed whip. Grasping at the handle Shego knelt upon the carpeted floor her bottom resting upon her feet she steadied herself and with a harsh crack brought the whip slashing over her shoulder, the strands impacted harshly against her naked back. Leaving a long dark green trail where the leather had struck. Slowly the tendrils slithered up her spine over her green shoulders down past the breasts, rippling past the green wench’s nipple and onto the floor only to strike once more, this time over the other shoulder. The process was repeated over and over until the olive shaded felons back was a mass of jaded lines.

With every strike a shutter tore through Shego’s body. She wished she could be bound and helpless; to be strapped and fucked with multiple cocks until she begged for mercy, but nobody was here that could be trusted with her secret desires. So once more by herself she knelt upon the floor, shinny sliver egg stimulating her sex while the leather strap ripped into her flesh.

The little egg kept up its pressure, rousing her clitoris to levels approaching orgasm. As Shego’s sexual excitement rose the faster the straps fell. Moans increased in volume until her voice sounded more like rapid screams. Forced to grasp the floor with her claws the beginning of an orgasm rushing throughout, Shego felt the wave of juice erupt from between her open legs it splashed against her thighs staining the towel beneath.

Silver vibrator still whirring Shego leaned heavily against the floor head downcast. Sweat trickled down her brow and she could feel a slight swelling where she had bitten her lip. Emotionally more relaxed and more than ready to begin another day; attempting to get the stupid plans of others to work.

Arising from the floor the female scoundrel picked up her little toys and carefully hid them once more in their secret place. The only bit of clothing worn to bed was a deep green suit made of the finest silk. Nipples were well tweaked to make them good and erect before the pajamas were buttoned up. Then she quite happily slipped beneath the warm folds of her Egyptian cotton sheets and snuggled into sleep. Tired as she was sleep came easily and in moments she dreamed one of her recurring pleasant fantasies where she finally got the best of Kim Possible by throwing that annoying teen over her knee and with a quick pull yanked the girl’s pants down revealing a beautiful firm white bottom which was mercilessly spanked.

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Her time to herself never seemed to last very long before some calamity or other bore down upon her. This time she was tragically torn out of an almost slumber by the sound of what could only be called an explosion. She didn’t know what it was but the noise and the shutter of the framework underfoot could not be good. At least the smoke alarm had not sounded, this time, nor did there seem to be any after affects of falling debris as parts of her house fell from their normal position.

Leaping from the now luke warm water she grasped hold of the first bit of clothing that came to hand, which happened to be her husband big fluffy red bath robe which hung upon a hook attacked to the back of the door. Hastily wrapping about her soaking body and twisting the belt loosely about her waist she hastened from her place of sanctuary.

The rumbling had subsided as she stormed through the house leaving a trail of wet carpet with every step. It wasn’t a long stretch as to where to go, Kim was out with Ron, her husband was still at work and would be for a while. That left the only two who would pull something like this off, her twin boys and with no surprise they were in their room, or at least what was left of it.

It was your standard boys room, a pair of single beds spaced a good width apart. Dressers that would hold all their clothing: at least those that weren’t strewn messily about the floor in many small heaps. The closet was equally a disaster; at the age of twelve neatness was not a fact of life. In the one corner by a large window was a computer desk with two chairs as well as the necessary computer along with printer positioned on top.

It was the open area near to the entrance that caused her to raise an eyebrow. The pair of youths had obviously done something due to the facial expressions. Large innocent toothy smiles and wide eyes greeted her. Unfortunately there brown hair was a tad messier than was usual and the t-shirts covered over by a long sleeved shirt open all the way down and rolled up to the elbows were is a sorry state.

Glaring down she pointed menacingly at them with one long straight finger. “Get undressed and your pajamas on be ready for bed by the time I get back up.” She snarled. With a pivot she turned and was gone from the doorway heading down to the first floor.

Carefully heading down the stairs to the main floor of her home, the thick carpeted floor felt good upon her bare feet. Once at the bottom of the stairs she turned and made her way into the dinning room. The main table stood in the very center of the room, along its length was six formal chairs, one for each member of the family. Along one wall was the cupboard that held the good family china together with the sterling. Prim and proper stemware was in the upper section of the cabinet, along with the pearl white table clothes and napkins that would recognize an official dinner at the Possible household.

This wasn’t the cupboard she wanted. The one she was looking for was on the other side of the room and much smaller. This low slung piece of furniture held the drinks for the house and those old enough to partake in them. She had worried that Kim might sneak in a take a nip every now and then, but that hadn’t happened and the youthful girl didn’t seen the slightest bit interested in consuming alcohol.

Mrs. Possible had always been a girl of expensive tastes and her alcohol was no exception. This was not the cheep whisky from the lower shelves of the store but the higher end stuff that needed to be ordered and came well packed from the distillery in Scotland. She didn’t partake in it much anymore but there were times when a good stiff dollop went a long way to calm her nerves and prevent her from strangling her beloved family.

Pouring a goodly sized shot of whisky into a large tumbler she replaced the bottle and seated herself unceremoniously down upon the nearest chair. Leaning back she laid one arm, the one with the glass, upon the table, fingers lightly massaging the crystal. Long graceful legs crossed at the knee, the garment tangled about her calves. The free arm swished the heavy fabric robe away like a long cape sending it sailing clear of her body leaving her unknowingly bare to the waste.

Sitting quietly, one leg dancing back and forth the woman could here the commotion caused her boys setting ready for bed. Crashing around in the bathroom, then the bedroom, she’d wait until it went quiet before she returned back upstairs. By that point the smooth amber liquid would have worked its magic removing her desires of strangulation.

The liquid nearly gone and the noise from the upper levels nearly complete Mrs. P took one last pull letting the wondrous fluid spill down the back of her throat and enter into her system. By now she felt slightly warmer glow inside originating in her belly and heating those areas nearest. With a sigh she rose, leaving the empty glass upon the table and there it would stay until she removed it to the kitchen and into the dishwasher.

It wasn’t a long walk but she took it slowly, one stair at a time. Not the graceful quick step she usually took when prancing around in her designer heals but a slower more calculated walk, she was feeling tired and worn out. A long day at the office and since her husband wouldn’t be home till late an equally long night.

The door to the boy’s room was slightly ajar and the light was still on, she’d known they wouldn’t be quite ready for bed for the night was still somewhat young. It wasn’t their normal bedtime, nor the time taken to stall before their rest. But considering the look that must have been in her eyes it wasn’t a surprise they’d gotten ready so quickly. Smiling she shook her head and grasping the door handle entered boldly.

Neither boys had been in bed per-say but were seated on their respected beds conversing in their strange unknown language. Both looked over startled as she entered then scrambling about attempting to place themselves under the covers. They were only partially under the sheets when she arrived and seated herself upon the edge of one bed, the divan groaned slightly as she sat. “Now boys you know what I think about you and those experiments in the house.” She began the standard speech about explosives, rockets and those types of things done inside and not wishing them to be.

Instead of the usual reaction of fainted innocence their eyes were wide as saucers and jaws practically struck their chests they hung down so low. Hands and arms were placed at an angle behind and pressed firmly against their large white fluffy pillows so as to support their upper bodies. Messy dark brown hair seemed to rise from atop their heads, breaths came in pants and they just stared at her. “Jim, Tim?” she enquired, not certain what was happening as she glanced from one boy to the next, not clear why the gawked at her with such dumfounded expression. But they weren’t really gazing at her exactly.

Looking down in horror she realized just then that her boys were ogling her. The bathrobe, her husbands, had come undone and was now wide open giving her twin boys a most wonderful view of her assets. All she needed do was turn her head ever so slightly and she could see herself in the mirror. The dark red fluffy material did not hug her figure but merely draped across it, the one side just tickled the outside of her dark nipple, the other left nothing to the imagination and revealed her full breast. Although from a sitting position the area between her legs was hidden her neatly trimmed pubic area was completely exposed. The cut had been a lark one evening not to long ago for her husbands enjoyment and she’d kept the hair in a similar style ever since. Unfortunately now it was in full view of her youthful boys.

They hadn’t moved since she’d entered and remained motionless, with one exception. A prominent tent was more than noticeable to her in the front of both their pants. The flimsy fabric of their pajama bottoms bulged where their erect little penises stood up. A slight smile cracked the one side of her lips, it was a little early in life but it looked to be a good day to have a little talk about sex.

With a hapless sigh Mrs. Dr. P stood and let her drapery slip to the floor and there she stood letting her children drink in her form in all its naked glory. “Now boys were going to have a little chat.” She sat back down on her one boy’s bed. This wasn’t going to be as awkward as the speech she’d given to Kim and Ron after she’d found out they’d become actively engaged with each other.

Pushing Jim back down so he lay flat upon his sheets she proceeded to slowly unbutton the front of his shirt, carefully unlatching each button until his smooth chest was open to the air. One hand gently caressed bare flesh gently brushing past his tiny nipples, down over and around his small belly. She calmly smiled down at him the whole time as if this was something that was entirely natural. Unlatching the large fastening holding his night pants together she used both hands to slide the fabric over his hips until bunched up part way down his legs. His cock was small and not fully formed yet but even now it was pointing towards the ceiling sounding his willingness for sex.

Beginning below the belt the good doctor let her boy’s testicles fall into her open hands. There she commenced fondling them, letting them run between her fingers. Leaning over she kissed him on the cheek, her lips brushed feather light against his flesh slowly working its way to his ear where she took the lobe tenderly between her teeth and flicking the very end with her tongue. She could feel him tremble and moan, as she moved down further, across his chest brushing over his nipples, the sensation of her warm breath against his cool flesh was more than enough to further his arousal.

Fingers shifted and began to slip up and around his manhood tenderly stroking her with open hand. She would slip up one side and down the other giving special attention to the very tip where the ends of her fingers would caress around the helmet. Dampness was now flowing out like a leaky tap; dribbling between her fingers and making them slick, any excess trickled onto his bare chest coating it liberally. His member was still small and her hand completely engulfed it so only her two largest fingers and thumb were all that was necessary to full stimulate him. Unhurried did she move her hand up and down his shaft. Grasping his one hand she lifted it and placed the palm against her breast. He groaned more now and just squeezed her flesh, his over stimulated body unable to do more.

Her other son, Tim had moved off his bed and stood beside her gawking at the action taking place. Smiling she took his hand and placed it on the inside of her thigh. His hands were balmy and sweaty as they began to probe the warmth between her legs. Finger roughly probed the folds of her vagina, crudely his fingernails would brush against her sensitive clitoris.

Bending over once more she brought her mouth close to the miniature prick. She could smell the musk given off; he had a similar sent to his father. He was getting close to his eruption point by the way he was head was thrashing about and his hips were beginning to buck as the poor youth tried to fuck her fingers. Her fingers stopped their movement as her tongue flicked out tickling the very tip of his man hood. He let of another groan as her tongue circled his helmet at a snail's pace; it drove his father nuts as well. Her tongue slithers up and down his spear, fingers charmed his balls, the poor boy writhed as she sucked his cock.

Grasping hold of the base of his now red and swollen cock Mrs. Possible held it as it pulsed, small bits of sperm slowly slopped out the end messing up the boys belly. Quickly pulling a tissue from the nearby box she held the paper below and released. The gooey white liquid pulsed quickly out filling the napkin easily. Smiling she felt it seeping onto her finger making them sticky. Upon the bed Jim gasped looking more spent than she’d ever seen him in his short life. The residue of their actions were unceremoniously dumped into the nearby trash can along with what remnants of the experiment the pair had been working on earlier.
Turning to her second son “You want a go?”

Numbly he just nodded with a slack jaw.

“Then up on your bed.”

She watched him leap and with a single bound he was upon the mattress and lying upon his back. He looked nervous and excited at the same time.

Taking the two steps necessary she crossed over to his bed and began the same procedure. She first undid the buttons on his top but this time removed the garment completely, tossing it onto the floor out of the way. The same with the pants, the costume was old and the elastic pulled easily away from his body. Several good yanks and the bottoms were tossed upon the small pile. Tim now lay naked and trembling slightly in the evening air. Between his legs his erection bobbed and pulsed with anticipation. Leaning back and giving some thought about how she could do something different this time to satisfy her other son.

Using the back of her hand she swatted him playfully “On your hands and knees Tim.” He looked upon her confused. “Come on, on your knees.” Slowly he rolled over and stood upon his haunches. He looked over his shoulder at her uncertain as to what she was up to.

Hands began to run over his back and flanks, slowly luxuriously they caressed his exposed soft tissue, along and over his backside the lingered before one long fingers slid between the cheeks of his ass. Circling about his anus, she played and toyed with him making him tremble with anticipation. Running one short nail a little farther south she touched his testicles as the dangled down between his legs. Little by little she made them dance about the air making them weave an odd rounded path.

Kisses originated at his shoulders and crept down his flanks, tormenting the young boy with pleasure. Teeth nipped his stripped backside, leaving tiny marks in the flesh. Mother’s tongue flicked around his anus, surprising him, his body bucked forward, knocking the tiny balls from her fingers. Smiling she cupped the tiny spears in the tips of her fingers and carefully popped them into her mouth. Tim let out a groan as he felt his mother’s tongue flip his balls about in her maw.

Releasing her play toys Dr. P let them fall and watched as they bounced from one leg to the other. Maneuvering to a new position she climbed atop her boy. Kneeling behind she pressed herself against his back rubbing her breasts against him. One hand reached below cradling his young man hood in her fingers. His flesh felt right as she ran her fingers over his quivering shaft. He moaned as she worked her hands about, up and down, stopping now and them to massage the very tip with her palm. He was beginning to moan louder and he was thrusting hard, pounding her hand with his pelvis. She ceased her work letting him hump away at her hand; behind she helped propelling with her own hips even as he shoved with his own. Finally he plunged himself forward, pushing with all his might, groaning loudly. With the tissue out of reach Mrs. Possible was forced to cup her hand at the end of his penis catching the ejaculate as it streamed out. She could feel the liquid fill the palm of her hand, flow through her closed fingers and slither down her arm. She held him upright even as his body tried to collapse upon the bed ensuring the entirety of his semen filled her hand.

Several Kleenexes were needed to wipe the cum from her hand with the entire wad tossed in the dispenser. Both her boys seemed more than worn out from their little adventure with mom. They lay upon their sides staring up at her with what she hoped was affection in their eyes. “Why don’t you let mommy clean herself up and then you can lie with me for a bit tonight.”

Smiling the pair bolted from their beds and disappeared down the hallway before she could turn around.
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