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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
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- 7
A/N: Okay guys, here it is. What everything else has been building up towards. A few of you seemed surprised by how the last chapter ended and expressed some worry that the overall tone of this story was turning somewhat dark. Which begs the question, how the hell did you think this story was going to go? Seriously, the entire theme focus on a mother manipulating and drugging her daughter so that she’ll have a baby. I’m being serious when I ask, did any of you actually think this story was going to be happy? Just in case, let me clarify so that there are no more misunderstandings.
This is not a happy story. This is not a story where Kim realizes the error or her ways and thanks her mom for fixing her life. This is a story about a mother’s good intentions that awaken something inside of her even darker and twisted then she ever imagined and the consequences those desires eventually force upon the person she claimed to love above all else. There will be no happy ending. At least not for Kim. Please stop reading now if that offends you.

Chapter 6
Tag(s): Lesbian, Incest, Fingering, Masturbation, Virginity, Cream-Pie, Face-Sitting, Tribbing, Missionary, Doggie, Oral.
Girl(s): Kim, Ann.
Words: 14,452
Neither Ann nor Ron said anything right away. Choosing to continue to stare at the young woman they both claimed to love in dead silence. Kim’s eyes were closed now, and her breath even, utterly oblivious to the world around her. Leaving her completely vulnerable to the two people she trusted most.
Eventually, it would be Ann to break the silence as a long sigh filled the room. “I’d hoped she would make the choice herself,” she mused out loud, far too idle for the crime they had just committed. “I’d thought she would be frustrated enough by this point.” After a moment of silence, she continued, an almost proud expression curling the edge of her lips. “She really is too stubborn for her own good. Though, I suppose she did learn it from me.” She shrugged her shoulders, the bare skin of her shoulders lifting enough for the front to dip ever so slightly. “I suppose it doesn’t matter in the end.”
“She- she’s not hurt, right? I mean, this isn’t going to hurt her?” Ron stuttered. From his end of the table, he stared at his best friend, trying to look for any sign of discomfort.
“Of course not,” Ann reassured. Moving towards her daughter, she reached out to run her hands through Kim’s shortened hair. Her eyes sparkled. “I told you, Ron; I love my daughter. I would never do anything that would hurt her.” She glanced at him, only to sigh at his worried expression. “I just used a small sedative from the hospital. It’s what we use to calm the patients in the psychiatric ward. The director over there owed me a favor.”
“I was afraid for a moment I might have to intercede on my own.” She continued after a moment. Her eyes flickered towards the glass of wine and the desert that it came with. I’ll admit, I was starting to worry you wouldn’t be able to give the signal.” Ron mistook her approval for judgment and responded in kind.
“She was gonna leave me!” Ron murmured, eyes trained on his plate unable to look at either woman. “She was really going to…” his voice fell off. Finally lifting his face to look towards Ann, his expression crossed between cold determination and desperation. “This was the only way. Once she’s pregnant, we’ll have more time, and she’ll see we belong together.”
Still petting Kim’s hair, Ann tucked a strand behind her ear. Seeing her fast asleep, so calm, it reminded Ann of when her daughter herself had been a baby. The mother had been able to watch her sleep for hours…
“Can… can she hear us?” Ron asked, his eyes wide. “Does she understand what’s happening around her, or…” he trailed off, having no idea how the medicine Ann had used worked.
Sighing a bit, Ann gave her daughter’s cheek a soft brush before giving Ron her full attention. “Somewhat,” she admitted, “but not enough to remember anything tomorrow. Right now, Kim probably feels like she’s dreaming. But that’s not important. What matters now is that it’s time for you to fulfill your end of the bargain.”
Swallowing, Ron stared at Ann almost hyperventilating. His eyes danced between the mother and daughter. Finally, gripping the material of the tablecloth, he stood up, the memory of his best friend’s words giving him the strength to do what Ann asked of him.
She would love him eventually; she’d even said so. He just had to give her a chance. He just needed to give her the time to see him as more than a friend. And that was all he was doing, giving her time. The rest of their lives should be the perfect amount.
The legs of his chair squeaked against the floor as they dragged backward. The obnoxious sound only made the silence of the room that much more apparent.
Guiltily, Ron walked toward the two women unable to muster up the courage to look at Kim. “You know where to bring her,” Ann spoke, strolling up the stairs to her daughter’s room without another glance towards the pair. Faced with Kim’s unconscious body, Ron could only fidget before awkwardly reaching down and bundling her body into a bridal hold.
Ann could hear the heavy footsteps and breathing of her future son in law as he carried her unconscious daughter to her room. As calm as Ann appeared on the outside, her insides were boiling with anticipation - the doubts she had been holding off for so long finally rearing their ugly head. But one more glance at the room around her calmed them rather quickly.
It had been set up beautifully, even better than Ann had pictured. Just like downstairs, the room was alight with warm candles that flickered and cast a dizzying display of shadows throughout the dim room. The floor and the bed itself seemed blanketed in more of the dark red flowers, filling the air with their sweet scent and turning a teenage girl’s bedroom into something more commonly found in fairy tales.
Compared to Kim’s conception, her night with James had been a quickie in the restaurant’s bathroom. It had seemed kinky at the time, and heaven knows James had been excited. But looking back on it now, the mother of three secretly wished the creation of their daughter had been just a bit more romantic.
It was one of the reasons she’d put so much effort into making the night perfect. The makeover, the dinner, the decoration; Ann would give her daughter everything that she’d never had, whether the young woman wanted it or not. Kim should be thanking her, even! How many girls had days like today before getting knocked up? Not many. Ann was doing something horrible, she was sane enough to recognize that, but it didn’t mean she couldn’t make up for the fact. Somewhat.
Ann turned as Ron finally made it to the top of the stairs, even sweatier and more out of breath that he’d already been. He huffed over her daughter with each step like a deranged dog. Ann just sighed before motioning him towards the bed.
He didn’t hesitate to obey, grateful for the opportunity to ease his burden. In fact, he obeyed a little too quickly, dropping the unconscious girl onto the flowered bed like she was little more than a sack of potatoes. Ann’s irritation flared, as did a brief glare. Thankfully for him, her attention quickly became distracted by the image before her.
Still dressed in her red gown and against the red flowers and orange candlelight, her pale skin seemed to glow as if cast by the moon. Fast asleep, her features were a mask of calm. Lips parted as her gentle breath pushed the swell of her chest up and down in an even pace. She looked like a princess. Ann’s princess. Who was about to become a queen.
The moment stretched on as the mother continued to stroke her daughter’s hair. Likewise, Ron found himself stunned by the moment, awed by her overwhelming allure. Caught up by the scene, his hands began to work at the puzzle of his suit, stripping away the layers in slow, deliberate movements.
Ann’s lips curled upwards.
“So…,” Ron coughed awkwardly earning Ann’s attention. Her eyes pierced the young man without preamble unnerving him even more. Nevertheless, he pressed on fueled by arousal. “Are we, ah… I mean, can I-. Is she ready?” he stumbled through. Ann’s auburn eyebrow rose at his delivery, but she stepped back regardless, waving a hand at her unconscious daughter.
“By all means,” she offered. Hands folded in her lap, she patiently paused as Ron stared at her, waiting.
“Are… you going to stay and watch?” The young man’s words took a higher pitch towards the end of his question. Ann disregarded his incredulity with a roll of her eyes before adopting a gentle smile.
“Well, of course! I trust you with my daughter, Ron, but I’m not about to leave you alone with her while she has no means to defend herself. What kind of mother do you think I am?” And just staring at her, Ron honestly did not know how to answer that question.
Ann sighed, exasperated. “Oh, just pretend I’m not even in the room. I’ll just… sit right over here and make sure everything goes as it should.” Perching herself in the corner of the room, the red-haired mother watched the young man expectantly shooing him with her hand towards her daughter.
Ron once again did as he was bid, albeit much more hesitantly as he stood over Kim’s sleeping visage. Rather than reach for her dress on his own, he just stood there awkwardly working up the courage to take the first step. However, feeling a bout of stage fright, he couldn’t find the strength to move on his own. The sound of Ann’s heavy sigh quickly broke the silence, followed by gentle footfalls sounding in his direction.
“Honestly, it’s like I have to do everything myself.” Ron might have felt more embarrassed if the older woman could have bothered to sound even slightly put out by the notion.
Sitting on the edge of the bed near Kim’s head, Ann turned to face her daughter’s sleeping form. With a glance in Ron’s direction, she looked back at Kim only to move her hand to the fabric of the younger redhead’s dress. She slowly began to pull the red material up, the threads flowing around her daughter's legs like the water of a river. Ron watched along, no longer caring about the presence of his future mother in law. Far more captivated by the sight of Kim’s thighs and what laid even higher.
Another few inches and the teenager’s panties came into view. They’d been handpicked by Ann. But seeing them on the rack and seeing them on her daughter’s young hips was a very different sight. Despite her knowing better, Ann found herself drinking in the picture, silently congratulating herself on the selection.
Almost too sheer to be called clothing, the bikini style rode high on the young woman’s developing figure, just covering the newly styled bush of red hair that could clearly be seen through the triangle of fabric disappearing between her child’s legs. There the material thickened, becoming a more tangible strip of black fabric.
No doubt her daughter had been confident that no one would see them. It was the only way the young mother could see her daughter accepting the flimsy garment. Ann was delighted to see the dark material shaded even more by rather apparent wetness saturating the fabric. Breathing in deep, she could already smell her daughter’s natural aroma.
The fabric of the dress was bunched just under Kim’s ribs, exposing all of what was hidden below. Taking a moment to enjoy the feeling of Kim’s young, smooth flesh, Ann turned a delighted eye towards the young man. With her free hand, she motioned for him to join her on the bed. He hesitantly complied.
“Isn’t she beautiful?” Ann asked, her voice awed as she ran a hand up and down the snow pale thigh. Not able to speak at the moment, all Ron could manage was to nod his head, his expression the epitome of simplicity. With a brilliant smile, she paused just long enough to reach for the young man’s sweaty hand and brought it to join her own in appraising Kim’s body.
Ron paused, just for a moment. Nervously, his eyes turned toward Kim. She looked peaceful. Or, what he guessed was peaceful. At the very least, she was still asleep. Seeing her features blissfully unaware, he became bolder and released a shuttering breath as his hand began to feel up his grade school friend.
Up and down he felt the heated skin, surprised at its suppleness. In all his fantasies of Kim, he’d imagined her body more firm, muscular even. But as he gave a tentative squeeze just below the juncture of her thighs, the skin and muscle gave with gentle ease offering a surprisingly feminine texture.
Biting his lip, the teenager couldn’t help but stare at his friend’s underwear, perhaps just one size too small. From his angle, the outline of her lips were clearly defined as it pressed against Kim’s crotch. And the idea that he would not only get to see this but that he would also be inside of her soon, nearly had him off in his pants alone.
Meanwhile, the object of the two people’s attention was still fast asleep; her mind dragged into an ocean of tar by the drugs her mother had slipped into her drink. Faintly, she was somewhat aware of the sensation of hands caressing her skin, but lacked the consciousness to question it. Instead of fighting these strange sensations, she found herself giving into them, a soft sigh falling from her nose as the hand on her lap grew ever closer to her crotch.
Ann was the first to pull back, testing the wetness that had begun to seep through Kim’s panties and down the inside of her thigh. The mother unconsciously stole a quick whiff of the liquid coating her fingers, sighing as the aroma seemed to fill her entire body. Her eyes turning hungry, a calm smile spread across her features as she moved towards her goal.
The soft hair of Kim’s pubis tickled Ann’s fingers as she pressed them under the hem of the teenager’s underwear. The air underneath was warm and humid. And finding the sopping mess that was her daughter’s sex, Ann couldn’t hold back her shiver of delight that tingled throughout her body.
No longer under pretense or the watchful eye of her child, Ann was free to explore what she’d been so close to just earlier that day. Still silky smooth, Kim’s mons slipped over the mother’s fingers as she pressed the digits into the crevice that held her daughter’s most special of places. The place where she would become a woman tonight. And the place she would one day use to bring a whole new life into the world, just nine months from this night. It was all Ann could think about as she eventually found Kim’s opening, forcing a single finger inside.
No longer paying attention to his friend’s thighs, Ron had noticed Ann’s new focus and had been watching unabashed at the image before him. He could see the older woman’s hand inside the teen’s underwear, moving up and down, pushing in and out of the hot little box. To the young man’s eager excitement, he could actually hear the wetness seeping out of Kim. And with each pass of Ann’s knowledgeable fingers, the satisfying wet squelch echoed throughout the space between them.
Ron could see Ann’s excitement, her sexual excitement. The way she licked her lips, the glowing pink hue radiating under her cheeks, the hardness of her nipples poking through the thin material of her black dress. She was aroused by all this, whether she acknowledged it or not.
Shifting his gaze to Kim’s sleeping face, not for the first time that night Ron found himself second-guessing his choice to accept Ann’s proposal. This had taken a turn he hadn’t expected. But then, had it ever been about helping Kim? If he was honest about it, when he had agreed to help Ann, had Kim’s wellbeing really been on the front of his mind? Or had it been this? Had it been the thought of her naked skin bared to his worshiping gaze.
Turning back towards Ann, he watched the older woman molest her daughter and could feel his erection press against the inside of his dress pants. His moment of consideration came and went. And with it left an expression set in decision as he opened his zipper to free his throbbing member.
He knew why he was here. He’d always known. And while seeing Ann so openly aroused by her daughter, that twisted part of Ron in the back of his mind couldn’t help but find the image incredibly arousing. Finally, kicking the rest of his pants off, the teen stood in only a pair of tented boxers.
Ann was oblivious to all of this. Her entire focus having become devoured by her daughter. Her right hand continued in Kim’s panties while the other drew long comforting trails through her child’s shortened hair. It was a relaxing gesture, and one she took comfort in. And Kim’s expression slowly started to respond to the stimulation, so open and honest in her drugged state.
The fire had already been burning before Kim had ever been touched. All Ann had done was stoke the embers. Now the red-haired mother was treated to the overheated embrace of Kim’s lips as they greedily gobbled at her fingers, sucking on them in a desperate plea to keep them inside of her dripping sheath. Ann was all too happy to comply.
It wasn’t until a dramatic shift in the bed that shook her sleeping child that Ann even remembered Ron was there.
The mother’s eyes widened at the sight of Ron’s rigid penis. He hovered over her daughter looking like a predator about to strike, a stark difference to the shaken boy she’d last seen. It was about time too. Ann couldn’t do all his work for him.
Pulling her hand from Kim’s underwear, her digits were saturated in her daughter’s arousal, the tips of her fingers pruning as proof. As much as she would like to continue spoiling her little girl, Ann forced herself to remember the purpose of the night.
“Just wanted to make sure she was ready,” She blushed as she understood how lost in her actions she had become and what Ron must have seen. “We don’t want her to get hurt after all.”
Ron looked conflicted but eventually just nodded his head. “So, is she ready?” he asked. His erection seemed almost painful it was so swollen. Excited to get to the final stage of the night, Ann nodded her head, taking it upon herself to move down the bed, pulling the now saturated panties down her daughter’s long legs.
The underwear flew across the room landing in the corner with a wet ‘thump.’ But no one was paying any attention. Instead, both conscious people in the room were focused entirely on the now bared sex of one teenage girl.
The pale lips of Kim’s nether was flushed a deep red and swollen with arousal. Even the patch of hair above her crease was completely sodden, the strands glistening in the lamplight. Having had her turn, Ann simply waited for Ron to move closer, shifting the unconscious teen’s legs apart as he wedged himself between.
With nothing left but to watch, Ann moved from the bed to her daughter’s desk, taking a seat in the swirling leather chair. In her position, she found the perfect view to watch Ron’s throbbing erection poised for her little girl’s tender opening. Breathing slowed to crawl as she waited for the bated moment.
“Remember,” the mother spoke, her voice nearly vibrating in anticipation, “try and get as deep as possible. We don’t want any of that valuable specimen slipping out, now do we?
Ron wasn’t even listening to her any longer, far more focused on the picture of his cock so near his best friend’s opening. For a moment, he found himself thinking back to the years of pre-school and the young girl he’d met so long ago. Who could have guessed that fateful afternoon could ever lead to… this? Certainly not him. And for a moment, he actually found the moment stealing his breath.
Ron finally glanced towards the mother and nodded, swallowing against his dry throat. Turning his attention back towards his date, his clumsy hands reached for the pillars of her thighs and gently rubbed his hand against its softness, a subtle smile growing on his face. Shifting his grip, he lifted the dead weight to curl her knee against her stomach. The petals of her slit spread slightly as a result, raising her core into the perfect position for penetration.
“There we go,” Ann purred, watching the young man spread her daughter’s legs. “Don’t worry about being shy. She might be sore in the morning. The toy I gave to Kim was on the modest side, so you might still have some of her hymen to work past. However, right now she won’t remember feeling a thing.”
The throbbing tip of his cock touched against Kim’s heat. Ron felt his eyes widen as he found his future mother in law’s words to be all too true. The soft, pliant skin of her sex gave way to his rigid flesh sending shivers up his spine as his head rubbed against her smooth folds. More than that, he found himself shocked at the copious amount of liquid arousal practically streaming out of her core.
He looked towards Ann in surprise. The woman simply nodded her head, her eyes darkening as she waited anxiously for him to finally enter her Kim.
He fumbled for a bit, pinching his features as he searched for her opening. Up and down, he worked his head through her slit gathering the slick arousal that coated her pink flesh. Finally, trying lower, he felt himself slip into a small dimple that enveloped his head in warmth.
Shifting around, Ron could feel sweat building on his brow. His dick was hard, harder than he ever remembered. Moving his hips, he felt the skin around him shift, giving way to the pressure of his weight. Trying again, he looked down at his cock, watching as he slowly entered Kim’s virgin channel with surprising ease. A little further and he finally found his progress stopped.
Gasping, Ron turned to see if Kim could actually feel anything that was happening to her.
Eyes still shut, Kim’s features seemed uncomfortable, pinched and tight. The young man could see a defined wrinkle along her brow between the red-haired strips. And while she breathed with relative calmness, her lips remained pinched together in obvious displeasure.
The young woman moved her head suddenly, turning it to the side as a fitful grumble mumbled out. Draping her arm across her stomach, she sighed before falling still. Ron watched all of this, testing the strength of her virginity by lightly pressing against it with varying pressure. Affected by the pain, Kim’s features darkened further before Ron felt her legs shift in his hands, unconsciously trying to dislodge the foreign object from splitting her privates. However, her rolling motions only proved to increase the pressure against her barrier. Finally, giving a fitful huff her head turned to the opposite wall, staying there as Ron moved to push her legs farther apart.
Pressing her leg back, Ron knew how flexible his friend could be and paid her comfort no attention as he positioned her for her deflowering. With her knee in one hand and hip in the other, Ron carefully balanced himself before pushing his hips forward.
A part of Ron knew how bad the night truly was, how horrible it might be to anyone who didn’t understand. But, despite this, in his heart all he could feel was pride. The pride that he was the one who would get to claim this jewel of jewels, that it would be his child that would be planted in this stomach, and that he was the one who would get to spend his days growing old with his best of friends.
Surrounded by the soft muscle of Kim’s vagina, the walls wrapping around him narrowed to a single point. Kim’s head turned fretfully from side to side the harder he pressed against this unable to escape the effects of her mother’s cocktail. Her lips parted for a single breath, groaning.
Kim’s cherry gave way with all the subtly of a magician. Switching between pulling back and pushing forward, Ron pressed his hips just a bit harder until, suddenly, it just seemed to disappear, shredded by the blunt tip of his cock that stabbed her with all the finesse of a battering ram.
Finally, inside, the young man felt himself relax, his tense muscles turning slack in the wonderful sensation of finally claiming what was his.
Across the room, a pair of blue eyes burned in the gentle candlelight - devouring every inch of the scene before her with rapt fascination. Ann relaxed against the back of her chair with a shuttering breath she hadn’t even known she’d been holding, amazed at how caught up she had become in the moment of her daughter’s deflowering.
Allowing a smile to grace her painted lips, Ann looked across at Kim and felt her chest swell with pride. Still pinched tight in pain, the fearful agony of her virginity had passed leaving only the vague twinkle of tears in the corner of her eyes. Ann saw the pain her daughter had endured and continued to grin, regardless. Before her grandchild was brought into the world, Kim would need to go through much worse.
Turning her attention to the boy, Ron was still hovering above her child; his young cock buried halfway inside. Past her barrier, he let her leg fall lewdly to the side, freeing his hand to caress her young body and giving her opening a chance to adjust to his size.
Openly panting, he stared down at her body with an enchanted expression, entirely enthralled by the living doll he’d been given. The top of Kim’s dress had already slipped, exposing the full shape of a single breast swollen by the hormones she’d been unknowingly ingesting for the past month. Creamy and pale, just like the rest of her, the light color was broken by a reddish nipple standing at attention pointing off towards the corner of the ceiling.
Due to their size, the round shapes sagged ever so slightly to the side of her ribs. Ron’s attention quickly focused on the soft, malleable mound, allowing his hand to draw up the silk on her waist. Giving one a squeeze, he marveled at the sensation of his fingers sinking into the gentle flesh.
How many days had he spent staring at these boobs? How many times had he been caught? To think that he would get to touch them-. But it didn’t stop there, did it? He was free to do whatever he wanted for the night. Well, so long as he came inside of her. But that left a lot of wiggle room…
Ron enjoyed the sensation of her warm hole around him. Another inch disappeared into her body with little resistance as he allowed a fraction of his weight to press against her. His hand gave another squeeze, dropping the heavy shape to turn his fingers on the blushing tip wound tight in the pleasure forced upon her by her mother. It was at this moment, rolling the soft nipple between his fingers, that Ron laid his front against Kim’s, finally making his dream come true as he captured her unresponsive lips with his own in a searing one-sided kiss.
For a few minutes, Ann watched this go on, seeing Ron lovingly touch and kiss her daughter’s body. Unfortunately, being the young man that he was, his patience was short, and the mother watched him prepare to finish impaling her little girl.
Shifting awkwardly for a second, Ron pushed forward lodging himself in the wet warmth of his lover. Ann could see his pleasure, the uncontrollable lust of inexperience as he had his first taste of a woman. And just like any young man, he was eager for more, pulling himself out of Kim before quickly shoving himself back in. The sound of springs could quickly be heard as the momentum of his body forced the pair to bounce against the soft surface of Kim’s bed.
Just watching from her seat, Ann could feel a familiar tingle threaten her panties. If she’d been wearing any, that is. Not that she was there because she enjoyed watching two people have sex, of course not, that would be perverse! She was simply making sure that her daughter was being treated with the respect she deserves.
Yet, despite the older woman’s assurance, as she watched the thin frame of Ron’s body writhe above her child and his young bottom pumping away between her legs, Ann couldn’t deny the picture to be somewhat pleasant.
Doing her best to ignore her actions, nevertheless, the mother of three didn’t stop her hand as it moved to bring the hem of her black dress above her knees. At the same time, she touched her chest, feeling her breathing build as it forced her breasts to heave with emotion.
She palmed the modest orb, loving the sensation of her silk dress rubbing against her braless chest. She stole a moment for herself, kneading the supple flesh like her husband loved to do. This only made the cool air blowing against her now bare thighs that much more unbearable.
Unlike her daughter, Ann was mature enough to know that the only true way to avoid panty lines was to forget them all together. So, as she pulled the length of her dress over her hips and opened her legs, the deep auburn hair of her mature slit became clearly exposed in the flickering candlelight, glittering as it wept arousal. Not one to leave such things unattended, Ann finally gave in to her body, bringing her free hand to caress the soft skin of her vagina.
With her butt resting on the edge of her seat, Ann’s head rested peacefully back against her chair as she watched her daughter get pumped through half-lidded eyes.
To both her and Ron’s delight, past the stage of pain, Kim’s body was beginning to respond to the pillar of flush grating against its velvety insides. It had been craving this for months now, after all, for a man to come and plunder her depths. And even if Kim didn’t understand, this was the only real cure to ease the aching in her loins. Only when she was filled with a fresh blast of seed to answer the call of motherhood.
Fast asleep, her breath came and went in an increasing tempo. Furled into a small wrinkle, the sensation of Ron bucking into her body wound her ever-present arousal tighter and tighter, coiling her womanly muscles around his length. She was so starved for cock, her hips even seemed to respond of their own volition, slowly rocking up to meet his thrusts in a lazy, but desperate rhythm.
Ann watched her daughter’s lips part and released a breathy moan. Inside of her body, she could feel her fingers thrusting, careful not to push herself too far while driving her ever closer to that delicious edge her child was currently riding.
Unable to stop herself, the sensation of an orgasm blossomed in Kim’s lower half, willing her womanly muscles to clamp around the thrusting lad and arching her breasts high into the air as she contorted against the pleasure.
Ann watched until completion. Until Kim’s tortured form and restless panting crested and fell back towards something close to peaceful. And afterward, the young woman simply fell back into the bed - unmoving and falling into an even deeper sleep than before. Beyond helpless, she would remain completely unaware of her own pleasure and of the effect it had on her partner who was still just waiting to spill his potent seed into her young and nubile belly.
Kim’s orgasm had made even more of effect on poor Ron than that of her mother. Inside of Kim the entire time, his face was lost in a mask of bliss as he felt the strong mass of strength tighten and ripple around his length. He’d looked down at her expression, tight and fretful in her bliss, and listened to her moans as though they were the sweetest sounds he’d ever heard. Even after she calmed down, his pace picked up even more enthusiastic in his motions driven to join them for life. Because, he knew that when she had his child, they would be irrevocably bonded.
His hips picked up the pace, drilling at her body and rocking it against to metal springs that creaked in protest to the exclamatory slamming. On each side of his hips, her spread legs jumped with the force of each thundering impact, jiggling with a weight that had once been muscle. Just as malleable, her breasts had started to rock with the tempo of his fucking, her bright red nipples bouncing up and around in a way anyone would call lewd. All of which was accompanied by the loud slapping of damp flesh, that which now covered the boy’s loins and thighs as arousal continued to spill from Kim’s crotch.
Ron groaned feeling his balls tighten against his body. And despite having already just cum herself, he could feel his crush’s insides continue to clench around him, the heat of her body and the wonderful wetness she continued to produce all doing its best to coax his load from his tip and into her womb.
On either side of her chest, his hands tightened against the bedsheet while sweat beaded from his pores to trickle down his flushed face. Finally, the pleasure building at the base of his cock broke, and he felt the first line of cum rocket from his tip and into Kim’s body.
Ann’s advice from before screamed from the abyss, and he slammed his hips against hers as deep as her body would allow. Narrowing at the far end of her channel, the tip of his cock was less than an inch from the puckered gate of her womb. Buried to the hilt in warm, twitching muscle, he let the rest of himself spill freely, painting his friend’s insides white and with the hope of drowning her eggs in his cream.
He bucked wildly, a tortured gasp tearing from his lungs. At the same time, his back and arms clenched against the pleasure showing a hint of the compact muscle underneath his slim figure. Ann watched all of this, her eyes nearly beaming with arousal as she watched him seed her baby girl.
Her fingers moved with renewed vigor, tasting the heat of her own pussy and forcing her arousal to drool from her opening and down her thighs to stain the back of her dress. Still drawn up and over her hips, there wasn’t any regard for her modesty as she exposed the flushed red of her sex, opening her legs wide. Humping against the delicate appendages with all the grace of a back-alley whore, she pressed the two of her fingers deep into her body. Finally, seeing Ron’s body tense and empty into Kim, she felt the release of an orgasm flood her body and forced a moan through her painted lips.
It seemed to last a lifetime. It was better than anything she’d ever experienced. Gasping on her chair in the corner of the room, she felt the pleasure crest three times before her sensitive little sex settled down. Each orgasm was better than the last. And by the end, she was left to simply lay there, legs splayed lewdly, and the front of her dress skewed enough to expose a single breast.
If anyone were to see her like this, none would recognize her for the proud, loving mother they knew. But at this point, Ann hardly recognized herself.
While she eventually collected herself, Ron was in much the same position. Gasping and dripping with sweat, his rod, thighs, and dark blond pubes were saturated in the combined juices of his and Kim’s cum. Still trapped in her body, he laid himself atop her smaller frame wrapping his arms around her shape and savoring the softness of her warm body pressed against his.
This is how Ann approached the pair, weak in the knees and flushed down to her breasts. Casting her gaze on Kim, she was delighted to find her in the very same state. All over again she could feel that rush of need in her loins - apparently unsatisfied with the company of her hand. Correcting her dress, she looked down at her child knowing the night had only just started.
Ron took notice of her proximity a few moments later and allowed his meager weight to lift from Kim’s hot skin. Her figure surprised him, and he found himself unable to look away. Even if she’d corrected her clothes, her hair was still in total disarray. And he could smell the perfume of her ripe arousal wafting off of her thighs and fingers.
“So, you think it worked?” he swallowed against his breath. His lungs had calmed some but not enough to be relaxed. Tearing his eyes away from Ann’s well-fucked appearance, his gaze trained on the smooth surface of Kim’s belly underneath the belt of fabric her dress had become. The head of his cock remained buried there, plugging the pool of cum he’d left behind in the very back of her channel.
Ann didn’t answer for a moment, doing the same. Beneath the surface, she envisioned all kinds of things. The most notable of which was a herd of thrashing tadpoles racing towards the teenage girl’s lone egg. Considering how many drugs she’d forced down the girl’s throat, there was no doubt in her mind that they would take root, just so long as they managed to find the little bundle of genetic information. Best to stack the odds in their favor then, wasn’t it?
“We might as well make sure,” she hummed delightfully, as though she were simply suggesting they double check they had their keys. From her position, she could see Ron’s cock was still hard and ready to continue. And his answering smile didn’t dissuade her any. All at once his eyes and hand returned to Kim’s helpless form as he cupped her generous bust.
Without the immediate need to relieve the pressure in his balls, Ron took a moment just to enjoy Kim’s body. Face cast to the side; she remained lost in her own unconsciousness offering little more than a huff as Ron had his way.
Ann’s eyes remained fixed on her daughter’s debasement, unable to so much as think of anything else. The flush in her cheeks. The wobble of her exposed breasts every time Ron rocked against her hips. This close, she could even see a few drops of white, creamy cum leaking from the seal of her and Ron’s union. Before she knew it, her hands were gripping the front of her dress, pulling it up just so they had something to do; which did nothing to sooth the heat licking at her sex. Nor did it ease the steady flow of arousal trailing down her thighs.
Ann struggled with these emotions for a handful of minutes.
Ron was oblivious as he took his time easing his length in and out of the slimy, smooth walls that he’d made in Kim’s sex. Playing with her breasts, his hands traveled elsewhere groping and pinching with a strange amount of confidence. Spilling his seed, most of the nervousness seemed to have left him. Leaving only a boy full of wonder as he explored the girl of his dreams.
Ann’s breath was speeding up as the heat beneath her cheeks flushed to make her pale skin even redder. Parting her lips, her wide blue eyes watched the young man move to capture one of her daughter’s breast in his mouth and had to stifle a moan less it interrupt the wonderful pace. Biting her now swollen lips, she stood there reeking of sex while a boy half her age continued to molest Kim’s womanly mounds, sucking and licking at the hardened nub until Ann’s sanity finally left her.
“Ron, dear?” her tone was shockingly easy considering the amount of tension clenching her stiff posture. Ron broke from his embrace to give the older woman a heated look. He was just as lost by his own lusts now. And the vision of Kim’s mother so ready to be fucked only made his swollen cock throb that much harder inside her daughter.
“You wouldn’t mind if I… joined you, would you?” The question was answered with wide, shocked eyes. The older woman continued easily, “it seems I’ve gotten myself a bit worked up is all. And it doesn’t seem like a problem I can solve on my own.” Her eyes turned to Kim’s sleeping face, calm despite the hard fucking she’d just received. Another pang sounded deep in Ann’s cunt, and she muffled the sensation with a shudder. “You won’t have to worry about me getting in your way, of course. I’d never interrupt such an important job. But, you don’t mind sharing, right?” She gave him her best smile, motherly and kind and completely inappropriate for the question at hand.
Ron didn’t answer. He couldn’t. After all, what was the correct response to a mother asking for his permission to join in on raping her daughter? Instead, he forced his dumb expression to nod. A gesture that seemed to be more than enough for Ann. Immediately, her grin widened, and that twisted fire that had been burning in her eyes turned just a bit darker. She let loose a slow, heated sigh.
“Wonderful,” she breathed and didn’t even think about what she was doing before reaching for the straps of her gown.
Not that it was concealing much in the first place, but Ron still found himself stricken by the sight of the older woman stripping right in front of him. Already loose around the neck, she had no problem peeling the midnight black fabric from her shoulders to free her heaving breasts. Swollen with arousal, the pale milky orbs were stained a lovely pink, shading her nipples a darker red. For her age, they remained incredibly perky. Most notably attributed to their less than impressive size. But with a body much like Kim, three children had added enough inches to her bust line to make the mounds stand proudly out from her chest.
A bit further and her panty-less sex came into view. The average lighting made her arousal especially visible as her mature hips and full backside were bared. Gravity took care of the rest, and she stepped out of the ring of discarded material without a second thought, the full line of her red pubis standing proudly against her enflamed mound.
Ron was dumbfounded, utterly taken by surprise at how the night was turning. He’d even stopped his thrusting to sit and watch the older woman reveal herself.
Aware of his attention and never one to shy away from an appreciative glance, Ann was shameless as she offered the stricken lad a quick wink. But her attention remained on her daughter. Her gaze turned hungry before she allowed herself to crawl onto the already crowded round bed.
Ann moved with purpose toward her daughter, slowly slinking toward her splayed body while her crotch throbbed between her legs. Her breath was heavy as though she’d just finished a run. Ignoring Ron and focusing only on the beauty of her daughter, Ann finally reached out to touch Kim’s face, her long dexterous fingers lingering along her lips which remained parted to allow a slow and easy breath.
She was beautiful. So beautiful. And even more beautiful now that she was a woman. For so long the mother tried to ignore these feelings inside of her aimed towards her oldest. But this entire ordeal had only seen fit to stoke the embers she hadn’t even known were inside of her. This might be her only chance to satisfy her twisted cravings.
Almost shaking with anticipation, the woman finally drew herself up Kim’s body until her knees rested against Kim’s now short bob of bright red hair. Hesitating for only a moment, Ann reached out to steady herself before drawing a long leg to the other side until her damp sex hovered above the younger girl’s face just waiting to be smothered.
Ann balanced precariously over Kim’s face, her wide hips swaying as she felt her core drip down her thighs. Leaning forward, her hand settled on the soft cushion of Kim’s breasts keeping her upright and forcing her own tits to droop invitingly from her chest. Her rear slowly began to descend onto Kim’s face until the sharp edge of her nose and the soft pillows of her lips pressed against Ann’s swollen sex.
It was like lightning racing up her spine. Opening her mouth to gasp, she couldn’t help but settle even more of her weight on her daughter’s face; careful not to actually smother her but relishing the wonderful sensation of her features nuzzled against the line of her mound. Gripping the young woman’s breast just a bit too tightly, her hips urged forward drawing a line of arousal across Kim’s clenched expression.
She started slow, sitting against Kim a little harder each time her pronounced clit ran along the many groves of Kim’s features. The strange friction was just what she’d been craving. And yet it did nothing compared to the simple knowledge of who was beneath her at that very moment.
Not very surprisingly, this wasn’t her first dalliance with the same sex. Her time at college really had been quite an adventure. And it would have been nice if she could have added her daughter’s tongue to the sensations setting her blood aflame. The gentle breath breaking across her damp flesh was just as thrilling. And the sight of Kim’s head between her legs, back from where she’d been born, was almost enough to send the older woman over the edge right then and there.
Ron watched all of this, dumbstruck but impossibly hard as he remained buried between the abused girl’s legs. His eyes remained locked on the apex of Ann’s thighs and the face constantly disappearing and reappearing from behind Ann’s mound. The obvious relish on the mother’s face was only made sweeter by the gluttonous moans falling from her parted lips.
Possibly for the first time, Ron realized that the mother of three might have had ulterior motives in her plotting against her daughter. But it wasn’t anything that made him want to pull free.
No, if anything he thrust deeper, pulling her legs as far apart as they would go to press his cock that much farther into the heated mass of Kim’s sex. At the end of the day, what Ann wanted wasn’t relevant anymore. All he cared about was that this was still his best opportunity to get Kim for himself. And meanwhile, he might as well enjoy the show.
Ron’s thrusting didn’t interrupt Ann’s fun in the least. If anything, the sudden gasp that tore through Kim’s slumbering form created the perfect opportunity. Laying her sex against the young woman’s open mouth, the new sensations sent shivers up Ann’s spine, urging her to reach up and grope her dangling breast.
She rubbed herself, pulling and pinching at her boob with practiced ease. Glancing down, her eyes locked on the vision of Ron’s cock surging in and out of Kim’s redhaired sex. She watched the pale flesh and flushed folds push and pull along his length and could see the arousal glittering. It wouldn’t be long now before she was filled with another blast of baby batter. All but assuring a fate already set out for her.
Ron grunted into the heavy weight of his hips. He could feel the smooth, slick pleasure of her inner walls along his shaft. The fire in her loins hadn’t cooled at all. Increasing even, to cradle Ron’s sex in a stifling warmth that pulsed and tightened with each beat of her heart.
Breathing around her mother’s lower half, her open mouth unknowingly drank in the pungent fluid flowing from her mother’s sex, even sucking against the long folds that fell from Ann’s cleft. All of it only served to increase the older woman’s pleasure who’s humping motions grew desperate as the pit in her belly began to tear, bleeding the beams of pleasure that quickly consumed her entire body.
The picture of Ann’s release was carnal, stripping her of the natural grace that she was known for. Instead, she allowed her expression to fall open and her voice to cry out. All at once her body seized in a single clenched muscle while her flowing sex saturated her daughter’s face in her cum.
Ann had been careful up until this point not to suffocate Kim under the weight of her rear. But all control left the moment she felt her womanly muscles clench in unadulterated bliss. Finally, she allowed her full weight to press against the defenseless teen, riding and grinding against her face for all it was worth.
Ron watched her dance, mesmerized. Shifting her hips back and forth her breasts jiggled, glistening with the sweat of pleasure. The pressure in his balls couldn’t help but answer Ann’s call firing another thick load from his tip before he could even realize it was happening – unexpectedly joining Ann in her pleasure.
The two stayed like that, enjoying Kim’s body while she was forced to simply lay there between them. They treated her like a toy, something to be used for both of their gains. And the consequences of that night wouldn’t end when Kim awoke the next morning. Not until she was swollen to the point of bursting with a screaming infant to fulfill her every hour.
The two selfish coconspirators moaned and writhed while their animalistic pleasure ruled their minds. Ron felt nothing but satisfaction at having deposited yet another bout of swimmers to invade his friend’s body.
Still hard, he allowed his length to pull from her sheath, watching in amazement as what appeared to be a torrent of white goo came spilling after. The substance seeped into her bright purple sheets, staining them and mixing with the rose petals pinned just beneath her rear. Against her pale thighs and beaming red folds, it made quite the picture.
Ann was just as inclined to inspect her handy work. That is, after she collected herself to think of the mess she’d just made.
Ann’s features were lifted into the biggest smile any had ever seen on the older woman’s face. Running a hand through her bobbed main of red hair, she couldn’t stop the bubble of laughter that erupted from her joyous expression; which jiggled her heaving breasts delightfully. It was only after Kim started to struggle, turning her face away from the suffocating weight of her mother’s pussy, that the older woman even thought to lift her hips. And what she found only grew the warmth in her heart.
Kim’s face was covered in her mother’s pleasure; bright and glittering across her oval face. Eyes closed, drops of the stuff could be seen clinging to her long lashes, and much of the sticky fluid had ran down on either side of her round cheeks seeping into her hair. It was a good thing the mother had thought to suggest waterproof makeup or there was little doubt the dark mascara and eyeliner would be streaking across her pale complexion.
Still stretched open, Kim's lips gasped before she eventually settled back down; the pungent flavor of her parent’s cum saturating the entirety of her smacking lips.
“That was-.” Ann broke off, releasing another breathless giggle more fitting for a woman half her age. She didn’t care in the slightest, dabbing the flushed surface of her heated skin with the back of her hand to wipe the perspiration away. She moved very carefully on shaken legs from her place above Kim’s face, giving the young woman her first wave of air not tainted by her own mom’s pussy.
“Yea,” Ron finished for her, infected by her euphoric joy and giving his own nervous grin because of it. Together they just smiled at each other like a pair of old friends. Meanwhile, Kim laid between them stewing in their combined juices.
Ann laid out along the bed, thankful for once that she and James had seen fit to buy such a large mattress for their only daughter. She rested on her side to look to the young man still kneeling between her daughter’s splayed thighs. Seeing the white cream flowing from Kim’s depths, a motherly warmth bloomed in her chest. But it was hardly a match compared to the flames still licking at her sex.
This was incredible. It was even better than her college days. It was like she was drunk, not on alcohol, but pleasure. And call her a glutton, but even now, stretched out naked before two teenagers, all she could think about was getting one more orgasm. To feel her muscles bear down around a firm cock that she hasn’t been fucking for the past eighteen years.
Her eyes naturally zoned in on the half hard lump of meat dangling between Ron’s legs. Normally, she would never entertain the idea of cheating on James. But then, she’d done a lot of things this night that she normally wouldn’t think of as acceptable. Maybe this was just a midlife crisis, or maybe birthing Kim hadn’t helped rid as much of her wildness as she’d thought. But something about tonight felt so… freeing.
In the morning she would regret. In the morning she would go back to being the perfect mother and wife. But tonight… tonight she just wanted to get fucked.
“Ronald,” she prompted, grinning in that special come-hither way. Taking his own break, Ron laid on his back basking in the freeing sensation of having his balls drained. Hearing his name, he managed to glance up, only to find that perhaps he wasn’t nearly so empty as he’d first assumed.
At the moment Ann made quite the picture, especially so next to her daughter. With Kim’s new haircut they might as well have been sisters, although Ann the bustier, curvier of the two. Naked, the both of them, he could only stare between the two and enjoy the comparisons of their unique shapes.
Seeing his attention, Ann just smirked, allowing her legs to tangle themselves under Kim’s breasts. She let him enjoy the sight a few more moments before continuing in the same heavy tone.
“Ronald,” she repeated, “I just wanted to… thank you for everything you’ve done tonight. Really. I understand that not many would be able to understand how this is for Kim’s own good. But then, you’ve always looked out for her, haven’t you?” Her expression shifted to a more muted warmth, one that looked entirely out of place against her naked breasts and flushed sweaty complexion. Ron found himself blushing despite himself and utterly unable to find a correct response.
“S-Sure” he shrugged his shoulders instead, knowing he should look away from the woman’s impossibly blue eyes but entirely unable to do so. “I mean, it’s for Kim’s future, right? To make sure she doesn’t do anything she regrets?”
It felt good to say the words out loud, to reinforce the rationale that had led him to his current position. God knows he hadn’t been thinking about his friend’s wellbeing a moment ago, balls deep in her tight little hole. But Ann didn’t seem to care either way. Instead, she just tightened her smile, enough that the slight wrinkles starting at the corners of her eyes deepened enough to show through.
“Exactly…” she hummed pleasantly. “You’re such the caring type, you see? It’s why I knew I could count on you when I needed help. So, I don’t suppose you would mind helping me with a different kind of problem, would you?” And as if there were any question to her intentions, whatever doubt that existed was washed away as soon as the woman uncrossed her legs from her daughter’s body and opened them to allow the young man an intimate view of her swollen, glistening sex still weeping from the arousal of her release.
Ron’s eyes widened as he drank in the sight with all the lust of a teenage boy. Ann had the experience to know just how to stoke his arousal as her hand slipped from her taingled hair, down between her breasts, and towards her enflamed sex.
The tips of her fingers passed through the shorn strings of hair guarding her sex when she continued, “I hope you don’t get the wrong idea, Ronald,” her voice was deeper, heavier. “I am a happily married woman, and I would never do anything to betray James. Unfortunately, I find myself… touched seeing just how much you love my daughter. It reminds me of when I was Kim’s age and first fell in love with my husband. Enough that, I’m in need of my own attention.”
“Normally I’m satisfied with taking care of such urges myself. But watching you with Kim, I find myself reminiscent. You wouldn’t mind indulging an old lady’s melancholy, would you? Help me feel the fresh, young love I was allowed to enjoy so long ago?” It was at this point her fingers dared to press between her folds, curling in a gentle come-hither motion to spread even more of her arousal across her flushed mound.
Ron watched the entire scene only half listening to her proposal. In all truth, he was having a hard time wrapping his mind around the idea his crush’s mother was propositioning. But, considering he’d just watch Ann grind herself against said crush’s face, maybe it was time he stopped applying logic to this particular situation.
She could pretty it up as much as she liked, but basically, she was asking him to sleep with her, right? If that were the case…
“Okay?” Ron managed, eyes wide and throat dry. Looking up from the apex of her thighs, he watched her motherly expression widen into something made of hunger. It was hard not to feel slightly intimidated. Of course, that didn’t mean he was any less intrigued, or excited.
Sure, his heart belonged to Kim. But that didn’t mean he couldn’t recognize her mother might be the sexiest woman alive. This would probably be his only chance to feel himself slip into her mature figure. “I mean, yes! Totally, happy to help!” His enthusiasm picked up. Unfortunately, getting up on his knees to approach the older woman, a quick glance towards his crotch explained a glaring issue.
Ann did the same seeing his expression drop. She could see his cock still wet with her daughter’s juices, dangling towards the floor. He still managed to stay at half-attention but compared to the thick pillar of man meat he’d been able to feed Kim; it was only slightly disappointing. Although not surprising, if Ann were honest. He had just pumped two full consecutive loads into the teenager's unsuspecting belly. Even a young man like him would need a few minutes to recover. Thankfully, after a moment to think, Ann decided she might as well help him along.
“Oh, don’t you worry about that sweetie.” She purred, her expression no less predatory. “Since you’re doing me this quick favor, I suppose it’s only fair I do the same.” Before Ron could blink, he found her hand pressing against his chest until he fell back onto the bed. Legs outstretched across the purple bedspread, Ann quickly made her home between them, snuggled up until her face hovered mere inches from the length of his crotch.
She started with a kiss, full painted red lips pursed against his swollen tip. They were soft and warm and right away Ron could feel a shiver tickle his spine. The hand that wasn’t cradling his dick slipped up his thigh, and soon all he could do was focus on the sensations stemming from his lower half. Ann was all too happy to give him what he wanted, smiling against his shaft even as she allowed her tongue to peek out and drag along his length.
To say Ann was familiar with this particular chore would be accurate, even by her own account. Goodness knows she’d learned from an early age how happy it made men for only a slight amount of discomfort on her part. Thankfully, what this task lacked in physical pleasure on her part was more than made up for in the simple expressions she was allowed to spy on every time she watched a man enjoy her talents.
Ron turned out to be particularly entertaining. And staring up over the short nest of his dark blond pubes, her blue eyes appeared to twinkle at each open-mouthed gasp and twitch.
Imprints of her lips were left with each kiss, marking his cock in the shame shade adorning her wide smile. When it was time to swallow him for real, she did so with no hesitation. Rather, she welcomed his tip into her parted lips with no small amount of anticipation. Especially as the full, ripe flavor of her daughter’s leftover cum flashed across her taste buds.
She moaned audibly, giving Ron another kind of treat as he felt the vibration of her throat tingle through his shaft. Ann couldn’t help it, forced to take a deep breath as her tongue bathed the hardening flesh, again and again, savoring every drop that remained. She hadn’t expected to be so affected by the additional flavor, she hadn’t even thought about it really, not until her first lick. But as soon as she was allowed to experience the slightly tart aftertaste lingering on the back of her tongue, any and all reason quickly fled.
She found her lips pressing deeper against his shaft until she could feel the wiry hairs above his crotch tickled her nose. Her attention had been more than enough to return him to his full size which she could feel eagerly knocking at the back of her throat. But she didn’t stop. She kept licking, sweeping her tongue over his crotch until only the taste of his skin remained.
It should have been disgusting. She should have been horrified by the fact she was tasting her own daughter’s arousal. But by this point, she’d all but given up holding back.
When she finally finished, she allowed her pursed lips to wind around his shaft as she sucked a long line up his length. She pulled free with a pop and a smile, eyes alight and sparkling even as she looked up to see Ron’s dazed expression.
Another giggle started in her chest. The tip of her finger pressed against his tip before she spoke. “Seems like everything’s in order,” which was quite the understatement. Still, Ron just nodded, even more eager now as he looked about ready to stand and mount her. Ann’s hand on his chest stopped him, however. She had one last thing to say before the real fun could begin.
“Just one last thing, mister,” she waggled her finger before enveloping his throbbing mass with her hand. “This?” she gave him a squeeze. “I’m just borrowing from my daughter for the night. What’s in here, however,” she paused to shift her grip down towards his aching balls. She gently massaged the orbs which earned another shiver, “that’s all for Kim, understand? Can’t have you wasting even a drop on me. So be sure to pull out before you pop and get it where it needs to go. Any problems?” And when Ron shook his head, Ann allowed herself a proud smile.
There wasn’t a lot of room on the bed with Kim laying right in the middle, so Ron wasn’t surprised when Ann opted to roll from her stomach onto all fours, directly above the unconscious teenager. But rather than just bend over, the young man was surprised when the mother reached for her daughter’s legs, lifting the dead weight with ease until the limp limbs were hooked around her hips.
Laying herself down on top of Kim, it almost looked like Ann was trying to fuck her daughter on her own, if she had the right equipment. Instead, all she did was give Ron one hell of a view. A fact she was more than aware of as she turned her head back just enough to offer the stunned boy a coy grin.
Not that Ron noticed. His attention remained on the picture of Ann’s full, round backside framed by her daughter’s legs. Her crotch was actually pressed against her daughters, the crease of her lips lining up perfectly with that of Kim’s. The effect was… powerful, doubly so when Ron remembered that the two women could practically be called twins. What he didn’t notice was the bonus this particular position afforded the older woman.
Biting her lip, Ann couldn’t help but shiver feeling the warmth of her daughter’s pussy on her own. Giving her hips a slight roll, her clit drew along the pillow soft surface of Kim’s mound. At the same time, she could feel the warm point of her daughter’s button slide against her own body. A certain amount of satisfaction lifted Ann’s features as she watched her daughter respond to the stimulation, her face not even five inches from Ann’s.
Like this, she was face to face, and breast to breast with her daughter, staring into her sleeping expression while she waited for a boy half her age to press into her waiting pussy.
“Well,” she gave her ass a small wiggle for effect, “don’t keep me waiting, Ronald. I’d hate to have to lend you another hand because you prefer just to stand there.” And when he started to blink rapidly, Ann couldn’t help but give herself a deep chuckle, slowly allowing her arms to bend and lower herself until the mounds of her breasts pressed against Kim’s.
The effect wasn’t lost on Ron who watched her backside and sex lift as her head dropped. Moving towards the pair, all he could do was shake his head, feeling his heart pound in his chest. He pressed a hand along Ann’s cheek, steadying himself as he angled his tip towards her sex.
Part of him still struggled to accept the fact that he was actually about to have sex with his best friend’s mother. If he were honest, growing up Ann had almost been a second mother to him… almost. Unfortunately, even as a young boy, he hadn’t been able to get over the impossible beauty she carried. Creating something of a crush he’d eventually grown out of.
Or not, it seemed. Much faster than the first time, he managed to find her opening and pressed his tip against the dimple leading deeper into her body. He could already feel the heat aching from her depths. She hadn’t been kidding when she said that she needed this. And he was just as eager to give her a helping hand.
Among other body parts.
He’d only just lost his virginity, and now here he was about to lay claim to his second woman. Forget that it was happening over the unconscious body of the girl he’d first enjoyed. As soon as he felt himself enter her body, everything else slipped away as his expression turned calm, a hot sigh falling from his flared nostrils as he sank ever deeper into the woman’s core.
For her part, Ann couldn’t remember the last time she was this aroused. She’d already come twice this night, and a third had already rolled through her system as soon as she felt the hard bar of flesh start in on her body. Even better, Kim’s softer shape felt incredible to hold as Ron continued to force himself between her muscles.
Taking a deep breath, her nose pressed against the point where Kim’s neck met her shoulder, surrounding herself in the natural perfume of her daughter. Before she could stop herself, she felt her lips start to kiss the young woman’s neck.
It was around then that Ron started to thrust against her offered backside. Sweat starting at his brow, his hand left his base to grasp the woman’s other hip and grip before pulling himself back an inch. But before Ann had the chance to complain, he was already thrusting forward, knowing better than to treat the situation as anything but what it actually was. A quick and lustful fuck.
There was no love between them, not like him and Kim. There was no need to be tender or gentle. He could actually see Ann’s need glisten against her thighs. She was starving, ravenous even for any kind of attention. And it was his job to give her just that.
He didn’t hesitate to start pounding against her backside, each stroke slapping his thighs against her frame while their conjoined motions rocked on the bed’s springs. Very quickly the metallic squeaking could be heard anew. And all while Ann enjoyed the taste of her daughter directly from the source.
‘Kim,’ was all she thought, even as pleasure started to rush through her hips and up her spine. Now and then a sharp mewl or low moan could be heard escaping her lips. And yet, even then all she could focus on was her daughter, so beautiful even as she slept the entire night away.
Closing her eyes, Ann leaned further against the young woman’s neck, allowing her teeth to grace the number of hickies she’d already seen fit to leave. The only proof that she could leave behind after the night was over as her part in her grandchildren’s conception.
Another moan and another groan and she shifted her posture. She pulled back enough to looked down at Kim, her entire head and shoulder jerking with the impact of Ron’s cock piercing her depths again and again.
Her expression was far too warm for the situation, too motherly. In all honesty, she’d lost her right to call herself such the moment this very night had been born in her mind. But she couldn’t help it. She loved her daughter. More than any words or actions could ever describe. And really, wasn’t that all this was? Love? Maybe not in a way most would accept, but it gave Ann the courage to finally reach down and kiss her daughter’s sleeping expression.
She was in heaven. There couldn’t be any other way to describe the pleasure coursing through her nerves as she was allowed to experience the sinful taste of her daughter’s lips while a young man drilled her from behind. Each time his hips slapped against her ass, she could feel another spark shoot through her body, forcing her to moan into Kim’s mouth. She didn’t even bother breaking the connection. Instead, she deepened it. Turning her face and opening her mouth against the young woman’s pillow soft lips to press her tongue into the humid warmth inside. Soon, the mother found herself licking at the limp tongue and slack expression trapped beneath her body.
The strong flavor of wine was still as fresh as if she were drinking from a glass. Accented with the taste of her own arousal that her daughter had inadvertently drunk down, it wasn’t like anything the older woman had ever experienced.
Pleasure tightened in her belly, satisfaction more than anything else driving her towards the edge of yet another orgasm. And yet she could already tell, the pressure winding in the pit of her stomach would threaten the very seems of her body when it eventually came undone. But that was fine. She didn’t care anymore. Let it take her. Because if tonight was the last she would ever see, at least she could take solace knowing she fell at the very peak of what it means to know joy…
While Ann’s mouth drank in her daughter’s saliva, her hands quickly joined in, taking advantage as much as Ron as she started to grope and massage the girl’s swollen breasts pressed between their bodies. At the same time, she struggled to find a rhythm that matched Ron’s thrusting, allowing her to continue grinding her pussy against Kim’s.
Mumbling and groaning into her mouth, Kim’s unconscious body did its best to cope with the sensation. This brought back the warm flush and delightful blush that invaded all of her more womanly aspects. Ann’s grinding only made it worse, the friction against the core of her pleasure too much for her slumbering brain to resist. Ann’s efforts allowed her to enjoy an expression no mother should ever see from their child.
Kim’s face clenched down, a stubborn frown coming to life as she felt her sensitive nub grind against her mother’s lips. And for all her unconscious struggling, Ann’s attention was only met with wet warmth as pleasure began to overwhelm the younger girl.
“There we go,” Ann muttered to herself after finally breaking the kiss. While her hips worked her daughter toward another orgasm, she just smiled down at her fretful expression, Ron’s pounding against her ass forcing her hair to bounce forward with every blow. “There’s my baby girl.” And even though she tried to keep her voice even, the pleasure being forced into her core was clearly having an effect. Still, she continued with her motions, deftly rolling her hips against all the right spots to see the red-haired girl squirm beneath her touch.
“Don’t fight it,” she moaned now, unable to stop herself as Ron’s motions began to pick up speed. The familiar urgency told her that the young man was close, but then so was she. To match his motions, her humping motions pressed harder against her daughter, increasing the friction that drove both of their pleasure. By this point, the young woman had started to buck back. A fact that finally sent Ann over the edge she’d been craving since she started this entire plot.
Ann’s voice cried out and her muscles locked. Inside of her body, she could feel her muscles clench around the firm staff of flesh and blood, reveling in the sensation that only a real cock could subscribe. But even then, her attention focused on Kim; the very core of her being marveling at the sensation of her daughter joining her in her pleasurable throes.
Warm juice ran down the two women’s legs. Gasping in her sleep, the teenager’s eyes were clenched against the unwanted pleasure, doing everything that she could just to hold on while chemicals exploded behind her eyelids. Her body bared down as it was natural to do.
Unlike her daughter, Ann’s eyes were wide as they just watched her, a drunken daze starting to take over while her blue orbs threatened to roll back into her head. And as Ron’s figure suddenly seized and the older woman could feel the release into the deepest part of her body, her eyes finally closed. And she knew she had found the pleasure of the world.
For Ron’s part, he was left as almost a bystander in the mother’s release. Sure, he got to fuck her. But staring down at her from behind her wide hips, it was made very clear early on that this woman only had eyes for her daughter.
Part of him recognized that the entire point of the evening had taken a turn. And that they could hardly say Ann’s participation did anything for the girl they both loved. He would even go as far to say the older woman was sick. But if that were the case, then whatever she had must be infectious. Because watching the mother lock lips with her own daughter, Ron felt only the indescribable pleasure of knowing you were watching something you shouldn’t.
He could feel himself swell with approval as he started to draw against Ann’s hips with even more force. If this was how the night was going to go, then fine. Just so long as he got his share.
He continued with that mentality, all but throwing away any mercy for the older woman as he used her for his pleasure. He ran his hands along her body, fucked her as hard as he wanted, and all the while she only seemed to grow hotter and tighter around his shaft. Compared to Kim’s unconscious body, it was like night and day. A different kind of pleasure that satisfied more than his drive to claim his longtime friend. Which is why it was no surprise at all when he found his balls start to rise after enough time, despite the amount of cum he’d already delivered.
Just underneath Ann’s slit, he could see Kim’s even as Ann seemed to be trying to smother the lower lips with her own. A delightful pressure started to build at his base, but he couldn’t slow down. He didn’t want to. So, he didn’t. And feeling Ann clamp down around him, instead of pulling free, he actually pushed farther into her body. As far as his cock could reach before the tension he’d been holding back was released in a wave of fertile, thick cum.
The three bodies writhed in union as each one experienced their own release. Kim was the first to calm down, falling ever deeper into her drug-induced sleep as soon as her mind and body was allowed some kind of rest. Ron was next, slowly pulling himself from Ann’s warm body only to watch what he’d left inside of her slowly start to seep from the lines of her sex into Kim’s where his previous loads still dripped freely.
Still saddled next to Kim’s pussy, he was free to stare at two delicious cream pies filled to the brim. It wasn’t until Ann slowly came back from the brink of her chemical lobotomy that he even thought to worry about her reaction to his ‘decision.’ Thankfully, drugged out on her own hormones, Ron got the feeling she wasn’t exactly in the right state of mind to pose much of a threat.
Ann’s eyes blinked slowly, marking her addled state nearly as much as her large grin. Slowly her thoughts appeared to return, and a slight furl came to life between her sculpted brows.
Sure enough, the hand that had been groping her daughter’s breasts pressed between their bodies as she reached for the sensitive folds of her pussy, now stained in cum. Feeling the gooey texture for what it was, a long sigh seemed to deflate the woman’s chest before she finally turned back to look at the young man who’d just blown his load inside of her, an ironically dry expression marrying her peaceful exterior.
“I believe that was meant for my daughter,” she hummed, sounding almost amused in the way parents managed when they knew their child had misbehaved, but still managed to be too cute to get mad. It certainly didn’t help matters that Ron didn’t appear to feel any kind of regret, even grinning as he continued to enjoy the picture of his essence leaking from both of the women’s holes.
“More where that came from.” He promised as a small consolation.
The brazen comment was especially impressive when it was considered just who it was coming from. Despite herself, Ann couldn’t help but allow a low chuckle to escape. A slow shake of her head dropped the issue with surprising ease, as though he’d done little more than track mud on the carpet. Instead, she turned back towards her daughter, watching her peaceful mask of sleep before muttering, “you had better.”
The mother of three remained like that for some time, caring little for the white substance trailing down her slit. Her focus remained on Kim, as though she were doing her best to burn the image into her memory. Occasionally she would reach out and tame an errant strand of shorn red hair from Kim’s flushed cheeks. She otherwise remained silent, the gentle smile ever present on her motherly features. Finally, a sigh announced her acceptance as she moved to stand from the bed.
Ron moved back, giving her room to crawl away and to admire the view. On her feet, Ann silently went about collecting her discarded dress from the floor as well as any other traces of her presence. Turning around, she could see Ron watching her and simply hoped that the view would help encourage whatever was left dangling between his legs.
“You remember what I told you to do after you’re finished, Ronald?” Said boy just nodded, his idle hands already reaching for his friend to start groping her chest.
“Mhmm,” was his answer, already distracted. He looked about ready to make up for lost time, reaching for Kim’s shoulder to flip her on her stomach.
“Just keep in mind you’ll need to lay a pillow below her hips before you’re finished for the night. I don’t think we’re going to get a second chance at this, so we need as much of your sperm in her womb as possible.” Ron made another dismissing hum, enjoying the firm muscle of the cheerleader’s backside in his palm.
“And please don’t forget-,” Ann started, her tone slightly too motherly as she found herself hovering over the scene of the two young lovers. Rather, her attention turned instead to look at Ronald’s already hardening member, just waiting to spit even more sperm rich batter into her daughter. Finally, Ann just sighed, a bittersweet smile stealing the full warmth from her expression as she accepted the fact that her part in the night was finally finished.
Ron knew what to do. It was time for a graceful exit.
“Alright,” she conceded, “I can see when I’m in the way. I’ll let you two have your fun now. But, Ron?” And this time, the young man did turn his head unable to do anything but at the serious tone that hardened the woman’s innocent words. “From tonight onwards, Kim will be partly your responsibility; whether she knows it or not. I hope your prepared to be there for her when the time comes.” Ron’s eyes naturally widened at the foreboding warning. But then, he’d already more than prepared himself for the consequences this night could bring.
A lifetime with Kim? Yes, for that, he was more than ready.
“I’ll take care of her,” he promised, his tone equally serious. And seeing the sudden maturity in his eyes and expression, Ann’s heart once again warmed as she found her expectations for the boy that would father her daughter’s children that much closer to being reached.
Yes, he was young now. But so had been James when they’d first met. Children would only nurture that sense of responsibility. And one day, Kim would be glad to have a husband as tentative and… pliable as Ronald. She left without another word, the full shape of her backside the last thing for Ron to see before she disappeared into the darkened hallway; leaving him to turn back to said girl and turn his full attention on her perfect shape.
Sounds of bed springs quickly picked up as Ann descended the stares of her home towards the kitchen where a romantic evening could still be seen.
With a pleasant sigh, she quickly found a robe to wrap around her naked figure before she went about blowing out the candles still burning on the counters and sweeping up the rose petals already starting to wilt on the entryway floor. So much preparation had gone into making the night perfect. Hopefully, Kim would come to appreciate the memory someday.
It was almost strange to think that it was finally all over. That there was nothing left to do but wait and see if anything took root. But no matter the outcome, Ann took solace in knowing she’d done everything in her power to protect her daughter from a life of regrets.
Finally, what was left of the dinner and Kim’s drug-laced wineglass had been washed and put away. Leaving Ann to just sigh before glancing at the half-full bottle still sitting in the center of the table. A few moments later, a full glass rested in her palm as she made her way towards the comfort of the living room where she took her seat, the very same she’d sat in when she’d first concocted this idea in a rush of panic and fear.
Ann closed her eyes, looking back on the moment she’d condemned both herself and her child to her twisted whims. It seemed so long ago, and herself an entirely different person.
Part of her couldn’t help but wonder if the woman she had been would look on all they had wrought and regret having ever conceived of the idea. Unfortunately, the woman that she is now couldn’t answer that. Not as her free hand continued to run along the line of her sex, enjoying the pleasant tingle still lingering throughout her lower half. And all the while the sound of Ron humping into Kim resounded throughout the silent building in a rhythmic echo.

A/N: And there we go. Only the epilogue is left which is going to be a fast foreword of events leading up to Kim’s eventual birth. I’ll you know right now, there aren’t any more sex scenes, and it’s going to focus mainly on the psychological aspect of Kim’s life as she realizes she is pregnant, gets kicked out of G.J., gets stuck with Ron and so on. So, if that doesn’t like your kind of thing and you were just here for the sex, hopefully this chapter was enough for you. For the rest of you, I’ll do my best to get the last chapter out on time but give me some leeway if it’s a little late.
As always, if you like the chapter or have something to say, I’m always happy to see a review or comment. Sense of semblance is nearly finished and I’m hoping to get vault out soon as well. Thanks for reading.
Next (and final) chapter – October 23^rd.
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