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Fairly FlawedParents	By : FairySlayer Category: +1 through F > Fairly OddParents Views: 28990 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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The Truth Doesn't Hurt Enough
Timmy sat up straight in the hot tub before taking another sip of his frozen drink through the bendy straw. “These really are good, Wanda,” he said giddily. The pink-haired lady sat across from him, watching the boy's tender skin glisten as hot water dripped from his bare chest and arms. His face was slightly flushed from the heat and wet with a mixture of steam and perspiration. It made him look sporty.
With his tender young lips were pursed around the straw, he looked like he was leaning in for a kiss, or so Wanda mused. “Hey, champ, don't give yourself brain freeze!” she warned him.
After finishing a large taste, he exhaled sharply while putting the glass on the chilled drink holder. “There's no way that could happen in here,” he assured the beautiful fairy. “Wow, this is neat, and I bet it's why Trixie's skin always looks so good.”
Before he could sit all the way back, Wanda held up her glass and offered, “Here, why don't you at least try it with the salt, too.” She leaned forward with her margarita, on the rocks and with a line of coarse salt along most of the rim; elsewhere, faint traces of her lipstick contrasted sharply with the shiny green liquid. She almost stood up while holding the glass out for him, bending over enough to let him see inside her petite bikini top as he stepped closer. When accepted, she took her time turning the glass so he would get a salty edge. Meanwhile, she got a close-up look at him in the snug swimsuit she had conjured for him. “Try licking the edge before taking a sip, but remember this is a lot stronger than yours.”
Lips parted, the little boy tentatively pushed his tongue out and brushed it along the edge of the glass. The salt was stuck on pretty well, so he had to run his tongue back and forth a little, suddenly making Wanda feel warmer than even the hot water ever could. Then he brought his lips over the edge of the glass and she tilted just a little for him, forcing him to work his lips as he slowly drank. She was tempted to give him a bigger gulp, but she worried about giving him too much booze. The ice in his frozen margarita would help keep him from getting dehydrated, she hoped, and the alcohol would hit Timmy pretty hard already because he had forgotten dinner. Wanda wondered if she should have made him something to eat anyway, but a full stomach didn't go well with what she had in mind.
Timmy finished his sip and stood there, concentrating for a few moments with his eyes turned up. Wanda quickly chugged the rest of her drink, for confidence, and then touched her floating wand to make the glass disappear.
“It's okay, I guess, but I like the one you gave me better,” he concluded. Before he could sit down, Wanda put her hands on his shoulders. “Timmy,” she said while smoothly stroking his upper shoulders and neck. “Come here for a moment.” He stumbled a bit as she guided him to sit down next to her, their upper bodies turned to face each other. Putting both arms around him, she began to stroke his hair and squeeze his arm while looking deep into his eyes.
Tenderly, his fairy godmother breathed, “I want to thank you for everything you did for me tonight. You not only tried to do something very nice for Cosmo and me, but even after I screwed it all up you still tried to make me feel better.”
Timmy blinked slowly once or twice, taking it all in.
Wanda continued to pour her heart out, “And I also know how bad it feels when you try to grant someone else's wish and it doesn't work, so I'm really sorry to disappoint you that way, too.” Then she hugged him tightly, subtly pressing his face to her barely-covered breasts. “I was acting like a pathetic lovesick schoolgirl, wasn't I?”
“That's okay,” he reassured her. “And besides, you look really cute as a schoolgirl,” he nearly giggled. Then he hugged Wanda tightly with his eyes closed as he began to feel dreamy. “Cosmo's really gonna freak when he sees.”
“All the more reason to hurry this along,” Wanda thought. “Anyway, I shouldn't have let my personal problems get in the way of making you happy.”
Things were getting a bit cloudy for Timmy, but he knew that Wanda was trying to apologize for something even though he really didn't blame her. The scent of Trixie's beauty products were still detectable on her, despite the chlorinated water, and her soft skin felt good against his face and body. He leaned his head back and looked up at her with a heavy-eyed smile. “That's okay. Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?” he asked with genuine caring.
She took his smiling young face in her hands and gave him a little kiss on the lips, lingering until she could make it a much longer, wetter affair. Timmy just went along with it, enjoying the sweetness of her mouth as she pressed her tongue into his. Finally, she backed off from the kiss. “Hey, sweetie, you know what I wish?” She smiled as she reached one hand below the water, rubbing his chest, tummy, and then lower still. “Ah, you do! Your wand is even ready to grant it, too.”
His wide eyes followed her hand down, staring at the swirling water for a moment before he looked back up at her, dumbfounded. As she felt around his bathing suit he arched his back and closed his eyes, letting out a few small gasps. She began kissing his cheek, making a path to his neck where she started sucking and gently biting as she felt his bathing suit expand even more. He put a hand on the back of her head and gripped her hair a bit too tightly, so she paused long enough to remove it and place it on her breast instead. He eagerly slid his hand into her top, pushing it down and freeing her small plushy mounds. He squeezed slightly harder, making Wanda gasp this time. However, she just returned the favor by sliding her hand inside his waistband and gripping his hardening manhood.
Worrying that drunken sex in a hot tub was too dangerous, and perhaps more difficult, Wanda stood up and pressed her hands under Timmy's arms. He held her arm with his free hand to steady himself as she guided him up the steps and then over the side. As they dripped on the fluffy bath mat, she kissed him on the lips again. This time, he began to kiss back hard, working his lips and playfully feeling her teeth with his tongue. Without needing to see, the naughty fairy stretched his waistband and slid both hands down, carefully moving his trunks down to free his enlarged tool. However, when she cupped his exposed member again it didn't feel quite as hard. So, she put her arms around his shoulders and pressed into him, kissing him even harder while rubbing her upper thigh against his sagging rod.
She felt him tremble but realized it was far too soon for anyone, even her husband, to be that worked up. Leaning back, she saw that his lip was trembling and he had started to shiver as the air vent was blowing cold air on him. “Shrinkage!” she suddenly realized.
Wanda grabbed a large fluffy towel and wrapped it around his shoulders, pulling it together around his chest. After quickly draping another one over herself, she took two edges of Timmy's towel in her hands to keep him steady while guiding him into the bedroom. Once they were next to the bed, the pink-haired fairy pulled his towel up and playfully wiped the dampness off of his hair and face. Then, she worked her way down his neck and chest. He had to put his hands on her shoulders as she went lower, wiping his belly and reaching around to get his back.
After getting on one knee, she pulled his swim trunks the rest of the way down. To keep himself from falling over, Timmy leaned forward to keep his hands on her, though he accidentally pulled off her towel when he tried to grab onto her shoulder. She firmly clasped his buttocks while picking up his feet, one at a time, to make him step out of the bathing suit. After that, she lifted raised the towel to delicately wipe down his half-stiff Turner Tool and jewel sack before vigorously rubbing from his butt cheeks to his feet.
As Wanda stood up, Timmy clumsily wiped her neck and shoulders with the other towel. She quickly gripped her bikini top and pulled it up over her head before letting it fall to the floor. Her godson stared at her breasts for a moment, smiling bashfully. “Go ahead. It's okay,” she assured him. Wordlessly, he lifted the towel in both hands and patted her neck and upper chest before switching to short downward strokes. He lowered his hands over her fleshy mounds, rubbing and squeezing them through the soft fabric. They felt warm and jiggled pleasantly under his attentions. Wanda pulled him close as she could without trapping his hands, and then she began kissing his face as he thoroughly enjoyed his first feel up.
She kissed his ear and whispered, “Not too bad, huh? Considering I've had them since before recorded history.” For once, she thought, Timmy was fully appreciating her ability to defy gravity. Even though the towels were extremely comfortable, she began to worry about chafing. “Speaking of which, I don't think they've been this dry in ten-thousand years, either.” She smirked while softly taking the towel down from his hands, exposing her breasts again. “You don't have to stop, though.”
Completely misinterpreting what she meant, he took the towel in one hand and then reached around her chest with both hands, attempting to dry her back the same way she had done for him. Instead of complaining, she simply leaned forward and landed his face against her warm, ancient mammaries with a soft slap. The youngster closed his eyes and listened to her heart thumping while he still clumsily wiping the towel against her back with his hands. He gave one of her breasts a quick kiss, surprising his little pink angel. She responded by guiding his lips towards the nipple while turning his face more towards her chest. He didn't need to be told what to do: he started kissing again, a few short ones at first but, after sensing no displeasure, he opened his mouth and kissed it wetly. Soon, he started to work his tongue over it, eliciting sharp breaths from her while excitedly pawing at her back.
Wanda was thrilled by the intensity of his eagerness, something which Cosmo had never quite matched. She let go and floated back, drawing her hands down his arms and taking his hands. He looked up at her face nervously, wondering if he had done something wrong. She smiled at the naked and confused boy, who was holding his butt back slightly so he wouldn't stab her with his six inch shaft. Floating a bit higher, she pulled him back to the bed, floating in far enough to straighten her legs without them hanging over the edge. Now sitting up in mid-air, she moved his hands to the sides of her bikini bottom and nudged him. After some hesitation, followed by a reassuring nod from her, he slowly pulled them down over her feet before looking up between her slightly-parted legs.
She dropped her crown and wand on the nightstand while he stood there, staring at her exposed opening. Much like her breasts, it was in great condition even for a much younger woman. The outer lips were a tad stretched and not especially plump, but they were well-defined and decorated with pink wisps of hair running along them; the edges of her inner lips protruded from inside, not looking as symmetrical or smooth as the outers, but he only found it more fascinating. There was also a small tuft of neatly-trimmed pink fur just above her pussy, all well within the bikini zone.
“Wow,” he gasped in awe. “It's so neat, and there's almost no hair. Usually there's so much I can't really see anything!”
“Hey, where have you seen one of these before!?” she playfully asked while sliding the towels beneath her butt and thighs.
He had to stop and think for a moment. As grateful as he was to his fairy godmother right now, Timmy knew better than to admit that, during her absence, Cosmo had given him twenty minutes of invisibility in the high-school girls' locker room.
“Uh, Internet,” he offered uncertainly.
Without giving his answer a second thought, she leaned forward and took his hands again, making him drop the bikini bottom. She drew him back, making him scramble onto his knees as he climbed on the bed. She lied down as he straddled her legs, leaving him on all fours with his hands pinning hers down.
She craned her neck up and began kissing his tender lips again, nimbly working her tongue between them until he leaned down for a more comfortable, and much more passionate, kiss. She tugged her hands free and ran them across his upper chest before grabbing his waist and pulling him closer. His erection inadvertently poked her pelvis a few times and he fell onto his elbows so he could kiss the rest of her face and ears.
She whispered slyly, “So, Timmy, are you ready to finish, uh, 'getting changed' now?”
His eyes went wide and he faced away, embarrassed. She put a hand on the side of his head and made him face her again. “Oh, I'm sorry, honey. I usually check my wand before popping in, but I really wanted to get back to you and...” She stopped short of mentioning her husband, lest her godson develop second thoughts. “Anyway, when I saw you lying there with your eyes closed, trying so hard, I couldn't bring myself to look away.”
“You mean, you were watching me for a while?” A look of hurt crept across his face, much to her regret. She was spoiled by her husband's ability to find the most-positive interpretation of everything.
She playfully mussed his hair and tried to soothe him. “Oh, Timmy, I'm sorry if I made you feel ashamed. It's a perfectly normal thing to do, even for fairies. It's just that I've been taking care of you for so long and I was just happy to see how much you'd grown up.” She suddenly kissed the tip of his nose, making him laugh in surprise. “Anyway, I'm sorry that I spied on you. I just have to get used to the fact you'll be a man soon and respect your privacy.”
“I guess I understand. Anyway, it'll be a few years before I'm really grown up.”
She started squeezing and rubbing his hips and brought her head up. Then, after kissing and running her teeth along his neck for several moments, she whispered. “True, it may be a while before you're an actual adult, but you're gonna become a man any minute now.” With that, she started kissing him again, and he responded in kind while fiddling with her soft pink hair between his fingers.
Using the skills of an expert contortionist, Wanda drew her knees all the way up, rubbing her lower legs against the inside of Timmy's thighs in the process. As her feet passed between his legs, she even used her big toes to run along the length of his eager manhood. Then, she spread her legs wide open and wrapped them around his back. Without any hesitation, he lowered himself on his knees and leaned forward. Being inexperienced, his flesh dagger jammed into the spot between his godmother's two lower openings, and then he clumsily shifted it against her back door while trying to move it out of the way.
“Not so fast, sport!” she pleasantly chided him while reaching down. She guided his cock forward and rubbed it up and down against the front of her slit. He continued to kiss her face and neck, going over the same areas while she concentrated on rubbing the very tip of his penis against her clitty's hood. He winced as his tiny pee hole was splayed open by her button cover. “Sorry, just... okay,” she moaned while moving her hips enough to use the underside of its head instead. In any case, just feeling its eager hardness pulsing in her hand was helping her juices flow faster, so she went ahead and slid it farther down between her legs.
“Wait a minute!” he cried out, causing Wanda to freeze in place. “In health class they're always telling us to use condoms 'n stuff, whatever those are. Shouldn't we get some?”
His sudden burst of maturity almost made her laugh, as did that thought of getting pregnant after all these years. “It's okay, Timmy. You've never done it before, and I've been with the same man for a very long time, so I don't think we can give each other anything. And I won't get pregnant 'cause I'm on the wand.”
“Oh,” was his only answer. He didn't really know what any of that meant, but she sounded confident and that was more than good enough for him.
Wanda continued slipping the tip of Timmy's purple-headed wand between her moistened outer lips, sending a jolt of excitement through him. “Now?” he asked cautiously. Wanda answered by simply pressing his tool a little further inside and then letting go. He took a deep breath as his fairy lover gripped his lower back, giving him a pull of encouragement. Squinting his blue eyes in concentration, he pressed forward using his knees, but they were too far back and ended up sliding back on the silk sheets. While gripping his godmother's ribs for all he was worth, he spread his legs impressively wide for a boy. Then he slid his knees forward until they pressed against the backs of Wanda's legs. His penis bent uncomfortably against the top of her opening, but the feeling of his testicles gliding over the delightfully smooth fabric more than made up for it. He almost wanted to do it again, but after a brief pause he remembered that he was about to do something much better. Besides, it would probably be rude.
Wanda arched her back to help his aim as he straightened his pelvis and tried again. At first, he entered easily, but after two inches he was stuck. He stopped and tried to figure out what to do, but he had no idea. He tried pressing into her again but only succeeded at making her wince in pain. “Oh, sorry!” he whispered uneasily.
“Just back out a little and work it in slowly until it stops again,” she instructed while giving his buttocks a reassuring squeeze.
The tipsy boy pulled out of her love channel and then re-entered just as quickly. The suddenness made her flinch as it pleasantly jolted her pussy. However, he quickly repeated his maneuver and made it almost all the way in. She tried to slow him with her hands, but he pushed his hips forward yet again, slipping on his knees a little as he buried it inside of her. Timmy wrapped his arms around her and pressed his face into her shoulder, gasping for air. He withdrew and thrust his love muscle again and again, much to Wanda's alarm. Like an engine revving up, he kept pumping his piston in her warm, tight cylinder ever faster.
“Slow down, sweetie, or you might...” she tried to warn him.
His face contorted and pressed his buck teeth into her neck while gripping her tightly. With a final strained gasp, he pushed his cock as far in as it would go and started bucking his hips wildly, thoroughly rubbing his pleasure tool inside of her. Wanda felt his cock retching inside of her, spraying her womb with his warm gooey liquid. Timmy slowed down his motions as his orgasm subsided, coming to rest on top of her. Wanda sighed and gently rubbed his head and back, noticing how his perspiration had made his whole body slippery.
As his contractions subsided, the ex-virgin boy suddenly realized that he was squishing his fairy godmother. He quickly pressed himself up with his hands, though he tried not to move his now-sensitive space invader in the process. “Wow, that was...” he started to tell her, but he didn't know what to say. Sure, it had felt better than when he played with himself, but it was all over so quickly. He wondered if that's how women liked it, but the patient smile on her face didn't seem like true happiness.
And then the regret began to set in. “You okay?” he asked while sliding his knees forward again. Grimacing more in anticipation than anything else, he slowly pulled his softening member from her tunnel of love. He saw some of his juices dribbling down her already-glistening vulva and thighs, but he quickly looked back up at her face.
“It's okay,” she said while kissing him on the forehead. “It's your first time, and between the hot tub and those drinks... I guess I should've known. Besides, I think I sprung all this on you too fast.” Then she thought, “...which is exactly what I got in return.”
Only then did the young boy realize what she meant. “So, I was bad?” He quickly turned over on his side, facing away from her, and began to cry. Wanda was used to Cosmo occasionally shedding a few tears of joy after making love, but at least he usually ended up singing her a song or putting on a puppet show about how great and wonderful she was. But Timmy's tears of sadness only made her feel horrible.
It hadn't been six hours since she got out of Level 14 Probation yet she already messed up a wish that hadn't been asked for, betrayed her husband of nearly ten millennia, and deeply hurt the young boy she was supposed to be protecting. “In less than ten minutes I've fucked over the two most-important guys in my life,” she thought with a heavy sigh.
She pulled the covers over the sobbing boy's shoulders and lied down behind him, with only the bedspread separating her face from his back. She curled up and started crying softly, too.
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