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Ron's toys	By : sandman-nobody Category: Kim Possible > Het- Male/Female Views: 93302 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 9
Disclaimer: i do not own Kim Possible nor am i gaining any form of money/payment for this fanfiction

Chapter List
- 8
- 9
- 10
Tag(s): Fingering, Cunnilingus, Missionary.
Girl(s): Ann
Toy(s): Monkey Mask
Word Count: 10341
Chapter 9 - The Best of Goodbyes
My dick throbbed painfully in my pants the whole way. I knew better than risk my luck though. I needed to wait until she was alone. This was too special to be interrupted. That being said, when we finally arrived at her home I struggled to keep from cheering. I was about ready to blast her right then and there and just carry her the rest of the way. That is, until I remembered who else was waiting for us.
“Kimmie?” Ann’s voice called out. “That you sweetie?” Dropping her pack with a tired thump at the door, Kim rolled her shoulders before answering.
“Yea mom.”
The sudden appearance of Ann left my face drawn with unbeiving disappointment. Kim walked further into her home and I was right beside her. I hadn’t accounted for Ann to be home. But, then I guess I should have considered that she’d still be sick. Suddenly faced with a new problem to deal with I watched the archway from where her voice had carried and considered hwo to continue.
Walking in from the kitchen, Ann Possible looked quite a bit better than when I had last seen her the other day. While still looking somewhat tired, she no longer had the look of someone about to collapse from exhaustion.
“Hi, Honey,” she grinned brightly. “How was your day?” Dressed in a comfortable shirt and pajama bottoms, it was clear she had spent most of the day in bed resting from her cold. The dishtowel in her hands however, betrayed her need to stay active, no doubt tired of sitting around doing nothing.
“It was… okay.” Giving something halfway between a grimace and a smile, the answer was so teenager it would set off even the worse mother’s warnings. Ann looked worried.
“Baby?” she asked, taking a step closer. Taking the care to finish drying her hands she moved to cup her daughter’s face and stare at her down trodden expression. “Where’s Ron?”
Kim looked away, her features sullen. “Don’t know.” She gave a small smile, “didn’t show up to school today.” Hearing her daughter give a soft sigh, Ann’s already worried features worsened, urging her to touch Kim’s shoulder. She gently, though insistently led her towards their family couch. Having not much in her to put up any kind of resistance, the teenager silently followed after her, sitting down on the soft cushion and watching as her mother did the same.
“Kim?” Ann asked, her voice soft, but urging. Eyes still on the floor, Kim’s green orbs lifted just enough to peer beneath her crafted lashes. It was seeing the comfort in her mother’s eyes that forced the words to come spilling from her mouth.
“I thinks Ron’s cheating on me!” Gasping, Kim covered her mouth, a look of horror stealing her features. Everything she had done today to mask her fear, everything that she had forced herself to endure so she could pretend she wasn’t in pain became undone the second her mother started to pry. Now, forced to face reality, the teenage girl’s eyes stared into her mother’s orbs, pleading for any sort of guidance.
Ann, for her part, simply blinked at first. Almost as though she couldn’t believe what she had just heard. “R-Ronald?” she asked. When Kim nodded her head, the older woman blinked once more, before drawing her brows together in deep thought “Kim… maybe you should start from the beginning. Does this have anything to do with that Yori girl you were talking about the other day?”
Kim stared down at her hands, worry and anxiety spilling over. “What else can it be? I mean, she suddenly shows up, saying she want to talk to him, and the next thing I know he’s walking around like some zombie and disappearing altogether.” She makes a fist, strangling air. “God, why did she have to so… freaking cute!?” The way her cheeks puffed in anger would have been adorable in any other situation.
“But Kim,” Ann stared. “This is Ron. Your Ron. Are we really talking about the same young man who can’t even talk to a girl without falling over himself?” Her expression was amused but with an edge. Kim on the other hand only seemed grow increasingly anxious.
“You… you know we had sex.” Kim stated, the words wrestled out of her mouth by sheer force of will. She looked as though she wanted to say any other sentence in the English dictionary.
Ann’s expression changed to that of shock, but slowly shifted to disapproving caution. Her eyes narrowed at her child. “Yes, why are you bringing this up?” her tone was sill gentle, but not so much as it had been. Kim flinched at the change but continued nevertheless.
“That was my first time… but it wasn’t Ron’s.” Now it was time for Ann to stare in shock at the revelation. “Before we got together, he was seeing her. She lives in Japan so she’s not in town that much. But whenever she does stop by, Ron says that she likes to ‘visit’. Whatever the hell that means!”
“Wait,” Ann stopped her. She shook her head, tried to make sense of the sudden flood of information. “If Ronald was already in a relationship with this other girl, than how did you two end up together.” Kim simply stared at her for a long moment, eyes wide and mouth open in an attempt to answer.
“I…,” she drew out her words as slowly as possible, “might… have… seduced him?” Reaching the end of her explanation, it ended up more of a question than a statement. The young girl smiled up at her mother as innocently as possible. Unfortunately, Ann was too busy staring at her daughter in utter disbelief.
“Kim,” her tone sounded sadder than anything else. She stared at her daughter like she didn’t recognize her. “You used to finger paint…” And all her daughter could do was meet her stare, ducking her head apologetically.
“I was jealous!” Kim defended herself. “I’ve never had to deal with Ron dating before. Honestly, I never really thought I would have to.” Okay, that hurt a bit. “I’ve always had Ron for myself. I know it sounds selfish, but I didn’t want that change. But… now everything’s changed.” She stressed.
“Don’t get me wrong, I don’t regret what we… had sex,” she gave her mother a cautious glance. “But... Maybe things would be better for everyone if we just went back to being friends.”
The silence that stole the room could have blown out a candle.
Sanding in the middle of the room, I stared my life time friend, feeling the last remnants of my heart crumble away to nothing. So profound was my pain that everything seemed to drown out into a single line of sound.
‘I… I should happy,’ was my first though, immediately trying to rationalize this damnation of a situation. ‘This is what I wanted to happen.’ But this time, even I couldn’t believe my logic.
I knew I didn’t want Kim to feel sad once I was gone. But in my mind, deep under all of the kindness, and joy and good intentions, I knew that was a lie. I wanted her to miss me. I wanted her to feel as much pain as me from having to be apart. So to hear her say that she wants to break up, even before I’ve even left? I felt my inside burn with irrational anger.
And I was angry. Angry at Kim. Angry at Yori. Angry at myself. I was angry at so many things, I found myself amazed as the amount of it, threatening to consume me.
Where was all of this coming from? I wasn’t an angry person. Yet looking back, all I could remember of my past week, and then some, was my own temper flaring to life, only to be pushed aside while I put on a happy face.
But… that’s always how I deal with those type of emotions. If it’s ugly, or inconvenient, push it aside. After all, the last thing I want to do is burden others with my problems. No matter what, I just needed to keep smiling. At least… that’s what my mom always told me growing up.
When had I forgotten that?
Unfortunately, this time I found my ability to hold back my feelings not quite as useful as it had been. Trying to fall back on my time tested method and brush my girlfriend’s words aside, instead I found myself shaking, putting every ounce of effort into resisting throwing the belt aside and demanding Kim to explain herself. If not for Ann, I might never have made it.
“Kim!” the mother sounded hurt. Her blue orbs flickered across her daughter’s reluctant expression trying to understand what she was feeling. “But why? He’s such nice boy!” she insisted. Kim just shook her head.
“Mom, it’s like… like I don’t even know who he is anymore, you know?” When Ann’s face maintained locked in confusion, Kim struggled to come up with the right words to vocalize this feeling. “It’s not even about him disappearing. Not really. This is just one more thing in an entire list of weirdness.”
Chewing on her lip, the teen gave her mom a nervous smile. “Did you know he beat Shego?” This was enough to earn a response from the mother, her blue orbs widening significantly at the information.
She might not know everything that happens on her little girl’s ‘missions’, but she’d met the grinned skinned sadist enough times to know she held considerable strength. Even boarding on supernatural. The thought that her little girl was out there, not only fighting that creature, but also winning, boggled the mother’s mind on more than one occasion.
But Kim was Kim. Speaking not as a mother, she knew her child was capable of incredible things. Impossible things. But Ron? Kim’s knowing expression seemed to agree with her, clearly showing she had been thinking the exact same thing.
“I was stupid, distracted. She got in a lucky hit and I just… went down. I can’t even remember anything after feeling her fist crack against my jaw. Everything went dark. But when I woke up, Shego was just… gone. And Ron was standing over me, out of breath and covered in sweat but totally untouched… even I can’t manage that.”
The more her daughter talked about her mission, the more Ann questioned her decision to allow such dangerous activity. But now wasn’t the time. She needed to hear what her daughter had to say.
“I thought he would talk about it, brag a little. Or just explain how he’d surprised her or something. But he didn’t say anything. He just moved past it like nothing. Or like he didn’t want to explain.” The red head’s brows pinched together. Her eye narrowed she shook her head in frustration.
“And that’s not the only thing that’s been going on. Weird stuffs been happening all the time around him. It’s like, I catch him doing or saying something totally not Ron. But then he is like Ron, goofing around and smiling and it’s so easy to just brush it all aside as nothing. But this is too much. I… I’m afraid I don’t even know who my best friend really is. Because if he’s been lying this entire time…?”
Kim stopped short unable to finish the sentence. Her temper was raising by the second, something Ann easily noticed after seventeen years of raising the girl. She placed a calming hand on Kim’s shoulder.
“Kim,” she offered, “have you tried talking to Ronald? I’m not saying he isn’t hiding things. But maybe it’s not as bad as your letting yourself believe.”
Kim glance at her, but continued to chew her lips without mercy. She was fidgeting more than I had ever seen her. It was only then I understood how much these worries had been pressing on her these past few days. Heck, maybe even longer.
“It’s not just the secrets,” Kim answered tersely, a tone Ann found herself flinching back from.
“Mom, literally everyone who’s found out we were dating have done nothing but tell me we shouldn’t be together.” The declaration was bold… but not untrue. And hearing it out loud just made me want to lash out all the more.
“Like who?” the mother questioned, her expression both bewildered and sympathetic. Kim just laughed.
“Bonnie, the rest of squad, Monique, dad, you,” the teen purposefully meant to give her mother a pointed look. One Ann flinched back from. “I mean, seriously, do you know stressful that can be? It would be one thing if he was there to go through it with me but,” she shook her head. “Nope. Instead he’s off doing god knows what with some other girl.”
“When have I ever said anything that could mean I don’t want you two together?” the mother asked, honest fear in her eyes. Strangely enough, I could help but feel she was just as effect by the threat of a breakup as I was.
“Ohmygod,” Kim shook her head. Her eyes stared at her mother, very obviously saying, ‘are you serious?’ “Mom, I can’t even hold his hand without you swooping in and, ‘hanging out with us kids for a bit’. And even when you’re not sitting in the same room, you just happen to have a reason to walk by every five minutes.” Kim laughed mockingly.
“Young lady,” Ann spoke, her voice hardening. “I think you know very well why I’ve had to keep a closer eye on the two of you. And I don’t think it’s very fair to blame me for decisions you made and that you were too young make in the first place.”
“I’m seventeen mom!” Kim sudden explained, her green eyes wide as she stared into her mother’s tense expression. “Stop acting like we’re seven and you caught us playing doctor. We knew what we were doing, we knew how we felt about each other, and I can’t understand why you’re freaking out about this so much. God, it doesn’t matter if you tell Dad. You’re a thousand times worse than he could ever be.”
At the end of her rant, Kim turned away from her mother’s shocked expression, glaring hatefully at the floor. Ann meanwhile seemed entirely taken off guard by her daughter’s outburst, and struggled to find the words to say.
“Kim,” she stopped, waiting for her daughter to turn and look at her. Seeing that this wasn’t going to happen however, the mother was forced to continue regardless. “Kim… I just don’t want you rushing things before you’re ready. You were dating Ron for how long before you slept with him? And why? So you could steal him from another girl. That’s not the right reason to give yourself like that to someone. Besides, do you really think I’d accept that happening under my own roof?” Kim’s anger cooled at her mother’s words. But in its place left a girl dragged in utter exhaustion.
“I’m not asking for you to sit and watch,” Kim answered, turning her head just enough to peek at her mother’s pinched expression. “But it would be nice if I could kiss my boyfriend without sneaking around like I’m on a mission.” Ann looked about to respond again, but Kim didn’t let her.
“Look, whatever. It doesn’t even matter. If Ron’s really been with her this entire time, than we’re done. And you won’t have a boyfriend to worry about.” She stood off the couch. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need a nap. Because I stayed up all night waiting for a call that never even came. Like an idiot.” With that parting message, Kim walked away towards her room, leaving both me and her mother to watch with concern.
“Kim!” Ann called, even going so far as to stand up from her seat. “Kim.” She called again, but sighed uselessly at the sound of a closing door. Rather than chase after her, she was smart enough to recognize that now was not the time. Still standing where I had watched them, I found myself in a very similar position.
I came here to have one last night with Kim. But now, I found my arousal considerably less pressing of an issue.
Ann sat in front of me, shaking her head. Not paying any attention to her, she left the room passing right by me into the kitchen. Soon the sound of water and table wear could be heard, ‘clanks’ and ‘clangs’ significantly louder with the mother’s soured emotions. And honestly, I was right with her.
Making a fist, I glared at the floor, trying to make sense of where I had gone wrong. But anger festering inside of me finally won out, consuming me to the point I had to stop my first from crashing against the wall.
This wasn’t how it was supposed to be. I knew it shouldn’t matter, that I was leaving. But the thought that these would be Kim’s last memories of me was enough to get me swearing. Why did Yori have to come now? If only I had more time! I can fix this, I know I can. I just need her to trust me again!
But, how exactly was I supposed to do that? The rational side of me argued. By lying to her more? Make a new story with different facts that I would have to memorize? That could only go so far. But what other choice did I have?!
Pacing around the room, I could feel my emotions swelling out of control. I’d had panic attacks before, Camp Wannaweep made sure of that. But this felt different. Worse. I felt like the floor was about to fall out from under me. I couldn’t think like this.
All at once the stress of the past week came down on me. I almost didn’t make it to the couch before my legs finally gave out. After spending so long trying to be the boyfriend Kim needed, and then being told I would basically never see her again, was in of itself a lot to deal with. Add on top of that the stress of leaving my lustful cravings half satisfied; as well as my sudden onset of irrational anger, and my mind was about to collapse in on itself.
I just… wanted to not think for a few hours.
One part of my brain spoke up at that moment. ‘Kim is still upstairs,’ it told me. ‘What’s stopping you from going through with you plan anyway?’ And as horrible as the voice was, I couldn’t fault its logic. I was stressed and tiered and pent up, and while it certainly wouldn’t solve all of my problems, I just listed about three that it would cure. I stared up at the ceiling in contemplative thought.
In the middle of my episode, the sound of Ann turning off the faucet caught my attention.
Just in the other room, I could hear her walking around doing chores rather than think about the fight she had just had with her daughter. It made me envious. Without really thinking about it, I moved toward the other room, drawn by the presence of another.
Walking into the room, Ann was still standing at the sink, dish towel in hand as she angrily scrubbed at a plate. It was actually kind of funny, seeing the woman who was usually so calm attacking the already spotless porcelain plates. As soon as she deemed the disk clean enough, she slapped in onto the growing pile, only to pick another. This repeated three more times before I decided to walk closer.
I’d gotten a small look at her when she’d been talking to Kim. But I’d been too busy focusing on that fact that she wanted to break up to give the older woman any thought. Now that I had the time, I welcomed the distraction for as long as it lasted.
She was dressed on a long loose tee-shirt and flannel pajama bottoms. Hair a mess, she hadn’t even bothered to brush it this morning. Despite her shaggy appearance, I couldn’t help but find it and her pinched expression entirely adorable.
I’d forgotten about her when I talked with Yori. So consumed by Kim, it shouldn’t have been so easy to allow the other love of my life slip between the cracks. But standing here now, I knew I would miss the older woman just as much as her teenage daughter.
I wasn’t stupid. No matter how much my feelings grew I knew I never had any real chance with her. Honestly, it was for the best that I was leaving now before I could do something she couldn’t brush off as old awkward Ron. This, at least, would be one relationship I could look back on and smile.
I had to stop the long, drawn out sigh from falling. It wouldn’t do to have her notice me now of all times. That being said, I wish I could have some kind of farewell.
For a moment I pretended that she was my mother. Surly if I had the chance to tell her that I was leaving forever, she would listen. Not like my actual mother. Maybe it should bother me that I was even making the comparison with someone I so clearly lusted after. But it didn’t. Rather, it only seemed to make my admiration of the older woman increase.
Taking another moment to admire her, my mind was starting to get distracted again. Glancing toward the ceiling, I knew that Kim waited for me. And I didn’t know how much longer I could keep myself from doing anything rash.
Walking toward the staircase that would lead me to my girlfriend, I found myself pausing just as I was about to take the bottom step. I stood there for a moment, urging myself to move forward. But over my shoulder my eyes refused to move from Ann’s tense form.
I mean… just because I was saying good bye to Kim didn’t mean I couldn’t do the same for Ann. I loved them both, equally. It wouldn’t be very fair just focus on the younger of the two.
That being said, I’d just listened to Kim go on about secrets and lies and everything that I had done to wrong her. Was now really the time to make a move on her mother of all people?
It was a valid question, but the delightful sight of Ann’s round bottom against the thin pajama bottoms canceled it with impunity.
I could just see the outline of her cheeks. It made me wonder if she had even bother with putting on underwear when she’d gotten dressed. That alone was enough to call be back from the steps and take a closer look.
Walking back up the woman, I could feel my pants tighten in anticipation. My chest was churning with emotion, the addicting rush that seemed to pull me deeper and deeper each time I gave in. Maybe the mountains really were the only place I was safe.
I pushed that thought out of my mind. Tomorrow I was going to be in the mountains. Tomorrow I was going to start training to be a master. But today, today I had already indulged once in my own perverse needs and planned to do so again. What’s one more?
I made up mind rather quickly. With the threat of departure I had little to lose and everything to gain. Now the only question that remained was how I wanted to go about it.
Reaching into my back pack, I pulled out the monkey mask, shivering at its simian like appearance. Despite its ugly shape, its surface was as beautiful as ever, glimmering like painted silver. If I was going to have my fantasy with Ann, I wanted her to treat me like she really loved me. And the best way to do that was to become the very person she loved most.
Quick as I could, I scurried out of the room and out of the house entirely. Closing the door behind me as softly as I could managed, I turned around to stare into the mask, slowly lowering it onto my face.
Of all the strange items I’ve acquired over the month, I can easily say the monkey mask was the one I used most. While only used once for nefarious reasons, I’d quickly found that the short cut to accessing my abilities laid in its power.
When I wore it I was calmer. When I mediated with it on, I could actually feel my mind become clear and relaxed. It’s like were connected somehow.
It’s a shame I didn’t have the time to meditate now, but I doubt I would have gotten much progress with the lump of pulsing flesh in my pants demanding my attention. Experience told me little would get done before it was tended to. Except this time it wouldn’t be by my hand.
As soon as the mask settled on my face, I could feel its magic latch onto mine, feeding off of me until it had the power to do what it was made for. And just as quickly I felt its power take hold, transforming me into James possible.
One handy little trick I’d noticed was that the mask seemed to remember the people it turned into. I can’t say wither it just reverted back into its last form, or if it cataloged them for me to choose. All I know is every time I put the thing on, when I look in the mirror I have to look at the smug jerks face staring back at me.
“Well,” I spoke to myself, deactivating the belt and stashing it in my back pack, “That jerk’s face is going to be the thing that lets me have sex with his wife.” It should worry me how good that though made me feel. But in reality, it only made me reach for the knob that much faster.
“Jim? Tim?” Ann’s voice called out. “What happened to soccer practice?” I didn’t answer, confidently strolling through the house until I found her still in the kitchen, scrubbing away. She didn’t even bother to look up until I was right behind her.
“James!” she gasped, utter surprise taking her features. She was about to turn around when I pressed my front against her back, wrapping my arms around her small frame. She relaxed back into me, but still craned her to watch my features. “What are you doing here?”
I stopped for a second, trying to think of a decent excuse. “I wanted to check on you, see how your feeling.” I gave her my best impression of James’ stupid smirk. She fell for it hook-line-and-sinker. A tender expression stole her face.
“James’” she chastised. But her words may as well have been made from honey.
“I told you this morning I was fine. I don’t know why you thought I needed to stay home another day. I’ve nearly been running up the walls.” She gave a small laugh. I joined her, my chest rumbling into her back. She seemed to enjoy it.
“Can’t have my best girl falling down in the middle of work,” I offed after a moments pause. “What would your patients say if their doctor passed out in the middle of the day?” Ann’s pleasant expression dropped somewhat. She let go of my arms to retrieve her towel and resumed drying.
“I just wish I knew what it was,” she sighed. “One minute I’m completely fine and the next it’s like the night before I turned in my thesis.” He stopped her work just long enough to look at me. “You don’t think it’s viral do you? I can’t imagine anything else making me so weak so fast…”
Hmmm, doctor talk. Better avoid that as best I can.
“Could be,” I answered non-committedly but before she had the chance to question my brush off, I continued. “I thought the point of a day off was to get some rest.”
“I rested all morning,” she complained. “I don’t know why but starting the day seems to be the worst. Around noon I’m fine but up until then…” she trailed off, letting the towel fall into the sink. “Well, never mind that. If this flu or whatever lasts longer than next week I’ll drop by Dr. Rison’s for a checkup.”
Leaning her head against my chest, I tightened my arms around her waist, enjoying the sensation of having someone close. “I can’t believe you actually left work just to check on me.” Ann smile up, her eyes practically sparkling. “We haven’t done anything like that in…”
“Too long,” I answered for her. My response only ushered on more affection as the redhead nuzzled her crown against me. I reciprocated with my hands rubbing up and down her waist.
“Nothing much going on anyway. Besides, how can get any work done with my girl on the brain?” To my amazement, Ann released a giggle shockingly close to that of her daughter. This both delighted me and aroused me in ways I couldn’t explain.
Taking advantage of her already craned neck, I leaned down to capture her lips is a surprise kiss. She seemed caught off guard for a moment, flinch back and gasping against my mouth. But just a quickly she relaxed back into me, her lips slowly beginning to move against my own.
I felt her hand shift, moving to cup my cheek in a tender expression. The skin she touched erupted into flames, spreading throughout my body. Already pressed against me, she could no doubt feel the full weight of my erected poking into her side. She didn’t bother to comment, keeping her eyes closed and enjoying the moment.
The positioning was a tad awkward, but I made do. It was incredible to think how different it had been the last time I had laid my lips on her. At the party I had been scared, unsure. I’d walked into that bathroom like prey about to be trapped. But so much had changed. Now, she was the prey. And I full intended to devour every inch of her.
Her lips were just as soft as I remembered. Holding her against me, I trapped her bottom lip between my own, reveling in the moan that vibrated from her body into mine.
My hands moved up while she was distracted, feeling the thin pones of her ribs. When my hands finally moved to cup her breasts, I was delighted to feel her actually jump in my arms. She pulled away just as my fingers pinched the hard nubs straining against the thin over shirt.
‘yep, no bra.’
“James!” Ann gasped, scandalized by my abrupt advances. Thankfully she didn’t bother putting up any other resistance- squirming but otherwise allowing me free access to her breasts. I gave her an appreciative squeeze. “We’re in the kitchen,” she continued, whispering like we might be heard.
Free of her mouth, I lowered my lips to the crest of her neck, feeling her shiver when my breath broke against the sensitive area. “Then, do you wanna go somewhere that isn’t the kitchen?” I asked grinning. Ann’s response was to outright laugh, no doubt thinking I was just being cheeky. But grinding my aroused crotch against her ass and continuing to massage her breasts, her laugh slowly died down, replaced with a shudder.
“I’m starting to think my health wasn’t the only thing you were hoping to check today,” she drawled, her voice dry. “Can I ask what’s got you so excited?” she made a point to move her rear against the bulge that had been pressing against her since my arrival. A grin took my face.
“You mean besides having a beautiful, sexy wife waiting for me every night?” I enjoyed the sound of the older woman’s girly giggle. So strange coming from a woman of her age. But in a way, I couldn’t imagine her acting any other way.
“Kim is right upstairs you know.” She seemed like she was trying to warm me. But her actions said otherwise.
Abandoning the dishes to their soapy doom, Ann relaxed back into my arms, drying her slightly pruned hands up and down my arms. Still fondling her breasts, her back arched as soon she felt my fingers center around her tips. Pinching down with just the right amount of force to steal her breath. I decided to take a chance.
“When has that stopped us?” Hot on her ear, my whispered words seemed to do the trick and I felt a shiver run up her spine. It still amazed me how easy this was once you understood the right way to treat a woman. And all it took was paying attention. Finally, she turned to face me, her expression now drawn into a longing look of passion. Her lips reached up to press against mine.
Hands moved to her waist, pinning her against my slim body. The taste of her, just as ripe as I’d remembered filled my mouth as sure as her tongue. I accepted it readily, just as I accepted the rest of her. Perfect. Mine. And I intended to show her just how mine she was. One last time. In a way that she would never forget.
“Bedroom,” I growled. It physically hurt me to tear my lips away from hers. But it got me what I wanted, Ann’s expression widening in the face of excitement as she turned to walk to her bedroom at a brisk pace. I was right behind her.
She was trying to be quite, I could tell by the way she shut the door behind us. But I was far too absorbed in the moment to even consider the other woman I claimed to love. Her daughter. Instead, I took another moment to enjoy her disheveled state.
You wouldn’t think a woman dressed in loose, somewhat baggy clothing could be arousing. But you would be wrong. Mature hips stretching the thin pajama bottoms laid a curtain like effect on her legs. Even better though were her now ridged nipples, their aroused state due to yours truly. Without a bra they were painfully obvious under her single layer. Just begging for my attention. The words just seemed to come out of me, from a deep dark place. One I can’t even recognize.
“Have I ever told you just how impossibly fuckable you are?” It took me a few moment to even understand that the worlds I’d just heard had come out my mouth. No matter how true. I couldn’t even imagine James Possible being capable of thinking such words. And by the shocked expression on his wife’s face, it seems she agreed.
Blue eyes open wide, her lips parted in a failed attempt at a gasp. Collecting herself after several seconds of silence, she finally managed to piece her thoughts together enough to mumble, “I don’t think you have…”
I couldn’t help but grin at her mystified tone. Even with super genius sons and a daughter that frequently saved the world, I don’t think I’ve ever heard her waver in the slightest. But hearing her husband swear almost broke her. If anything, it just made me want to play with her more.
“Then I have been a poor husband.” Walking towards her, my hands immediately moved to cup her face. My lips followed soon after, forcing a soft, tender kiss that lasted a single minute. Taking care to caress her soft cheeks and show her my feelings, when I finally broke away her confusion had bleed away, replaced with a starry eyed grin.
“I’d say you’ve done okay.” Matching her expression, her words left with a floaty sigh. She then moved closer to wrap her arms around me, her face burrowing into the safe shell of my neck. “B plus, at least.” I began to feel the soft, wet sensations of lips moving against my neck. It was my turn to shiver.
Standing in the middle of Ann and James’ room, I enjoyed the feeling of Ann’s lips on me while I took my time with her body. Hands open wide, they moved slowly along her body, pinch and squeeze whatever happened to catch my attention. Burrowing under her shirt, I reached up to feel the smooth contours of her back, holding her close against me to enjoy the softness of her female form. A sharp sting on my neck forced me back into reality.
Pulling away, I winced, only realizing that the older woman had bitten me when my fingers ran along the spit converted wound. Ann was anything but apologetic, her eyes drawing half closed in a lusty, come hither expression. Hands still under her clothing, it was a simple matter of raising my hands until her shirt was around her ribs. Taking the hint she didn’t think twice about removing it completely. Unaware of just how new this sight was to me.
Soft and round, her breast were just as I’d remembered them. Darker nipples stood against her pale complexion with just a hint of red swirling beneath the surface. I took my time, burning the image of her chest into my mind for a long as could. Longer even, if not for her not so subtle cough. Looking up, I tried to keep my expression playful. To which she just rolled her eyes, pushing me towards the bed.
I feel back with a solid thump, never taking my eyes off her body. Ann followed soon after, crawling so that she was directly on top of me. Lowering her bottom, her full hips settled perfectly on my lap so that her crotch aligned with my straining member. I reached up. Cupping her generous rear to hold her against me. I felt my fingers sink into her soft, firm flesh.
Even through the multiple layers between us I could feel a gentle head radiating off her center. Shifting forward then back, I could feel Ann working herself against me. Her efforts earning her a soft sigh of pleasure. Releasing a single cheek, my hand reached up to cup her neck. Pulling her towards me into a slow, searing kiss.
Ann’s lips were different from the other girls. Where they were shy and Coy, Ann kissed like a woman used to the motions- sure of her technique. No doubt over their eighteen years of marriage, James and Ann had done this more times than either could count.
There were points, here and there, where I could tell I’d done something she wasn’t used to. A tug on her lip, or a moment of pressure too long. She would pause, take a moment to notice the change, before continuing on. It scared me at first. But the mask should keep me safe from any inconsistencies.
Slow to the point of torture, she opened her mouth. Allowing the small pink muscle of her tongue to slip out and into mine. I breathed in the taste of her air, hearing her gasp at the sudden loss. I felt her shift, sitting even harder of my erection and I groaned at the contact.
While we kissed I could feel her hand moving around my body. First my stomach, then my chest. The flat of her palms caressed the broad front of my body enjoying the firm textures. As soon as I felt her fingertip brush against the hem of shirt, I shivered, wondering at the light warm touch. The pressure gradually grew until I could feel her kneading the budding muscles in a light massage. Moving my hands, I easily lifted the clothing off my back before throwing it to the floor. Whatever Ann saw, she must have enjoyed it. Smiling the way she did.
Feeling Ann’s hands on me, I decided to return the gesture. Starting with her breasts, each globe filled my palms perfectly. Their flushed, swollen nipples grinding against my palms. I could feel her weight shift, pressing a slight fraction of her weight harder against my hands. That much more eager to feel the womanly curves caressed and attended to.
Just like her daughter, Ann’s nipples were sensitive. I knew to be careful, tweaking them with care and love. Exactly what she deserved. I lingered here for a while, before allowing a single hand to creep back to her behind. This earned me a sharp gasp and then a smile. She broke the kiss with a shudder.
“James Timothy Possible, I don’t know what’s gotten into you, but I hope you know where to get more.” Heated and deep, Ann’s words came at the cost of precious oxygen that she readily devoured.
I couldn’t help but laugh at the irony. “Funny, I was about to ask you the same thing.” On her anniversary, Ann Possible had certainly been in a mood. She’d have to be to have sex in her daughter’s bathroom. But I never expected to see her like this.
Laid on top of me, she was practically purring with delight. My words only seem to make her burn hotter, if her crotch was anything to go by. I decided that now was the time move things along.
I surprised her, tucking a hand around her waist and flipping her onto her back. Beneath me her chest shook excitedly, before finally settling back into their perky state. Eyes bright, I could see the shock on her face, but not nearly as prominent as the laughter. A single hand trailed down her stomach stopping just short of her pants. I stood only a moment, before taking the plunge. Delving my hand into the hot humid air of her pants.
Her wide eyes shut as soon my fingers laid against her slit. Hot to the touch and wetter than I expected, I could already feel her slick honey dripping down into the sheets. I watched, enjoying her expressions. A slow moan escaped her lips.
“I’ve been thinking,” I started, keeping my fingers moving in and out of her warmth. And always at a slow pace. She didn’t seem to be listening, rolling her hips with my motions. It wasn’t until she grunted, deep in her throat that even acknowledged my presence. I smiled, and continued in an even tone.
“You remember our anniversary?” I could feel her muscles tighten around my fingers. “You did something… very nice for me.” Closing the distance, my face rested just inches from her ear. I drove my fingers deep into her core, earning a sudden and sharp intake of breath. “Well, I just thinks it would terribly unfair if I didn’t,” my fingers curled upward, “return the favor.” But by then, she was already bucking against my hand.
The rhythmic clenching of her inner muscles were sign enough of her release. Though her expression was just as revealing. Mouth agape, I pulled back just enough to feel the hot gasping of her breath. I waited her out, fingers buried up to my last knuckle while her juices leaked down my wrist.
Sweat pearled along her porcelain skin. Only made more apparent by the bright red flush consuming her clear skin. A hand drew across her forehead, clearing the salty perspiration from her eyes. Though it did little in terms of collecting her disheveled appearance. Finally, a breathless chuckle sounded throughout the room.
“I think you just did!” she sighed. Still above her, I smiled as she reached up to pull me into a kiss. The action was harsh and chassed, but I smiled into it nonetheless. Happy to see my woman so pleased. When I pulled back, her eyes were open.
“Where did you learn how to do that?” Happy, I could hear the very real question being asked. Wracking my brain, I just shrugged my shoulders and ran a hand across her nipples.
“It’s easy, so long as you pay attention.” Vague, but still truthful, Ann was happy enough riding the lasting aftershocks of her orgasm to question me further. I took advantage of this state and laid myself next to her. My lips brushed along her sweaty brow. “You still haven’t answered me…” I reminded her.
“What’s brought this on?” Holding her hand against my bare chest, her finger lingered in the middle of my chest, drawing circles. “You’ve never seemed interested before, I mean. It just never seemed worth forcing it.” Under her eyelashes, she seemed shy. One word I never thought I’d use to describe the Possible mother. It shocked me just how much she looked like Kim in that moment. I answered with my best smile, a finger under her chin forcing her to see me full on.
“Nothing would make me happier.” My words seemed to have the effect I wanted, earning a small flush of her cheeks. As though she were a teenage girl again.
“Okay,” she giggled, fighting to suppress the smile threatening to split her cheeks. Poorly I might add. Shifting to lay flat on her back, her arms hesitantly settled on her stomach. “Should I…” she stopped, unsure how to accept me. It was both adorable, and painfully sad. How this man was able to keep his marriage alive without a little oral service was beyond me.
She looked adorable, eyes wide and uncertain. I made sure to go slowly, kneeling over her on the bad and moving lower. My hand settled in the waist of her pajama bottoms. Whose crotch was positively drenched. A large dark spot marking her release.
She lifted her hips as soon as I began to tug them down. A pair of white cotton panties underneath, I didn’t bother with teasing and did away with them both. Ann waited in silence, watching my every move as pulled her clothes down her legs. I tore them off as soon as I reached her feet, earning a startled gasp.
Completely nude, Ann remained spread out on the bed. Positively glorious in everything she was. I decided to join her. Standing from the bed and stripping out of my cargo pants and boxers. Never taking my eyes off of her, Ann did the same. Her eye once again returning to the seductive, half drawn expression. Widening only when the firm length of my erection came popping free. She hummed appreciatively. Though, she was the true vision.
A few weeks since I’d last seen her, Ann’s crotch lacked the perfect sculpting she’d gone through for her marriage anniversary. Not expecting my visit, the front of her pelvis remained as the thick thatch of dark red hair I remembered. Though with shorter hairs creeping along the edges. She kept her legs firmly pressed together, a possible tease. But I made my intentions perfectly clear as my hands slip along her knees and bent them to open. Ann did so slowly, clenching her lips tightly together at the brazen display I was demanding. I breathed a sigh of relief.
Sitting between her legs, now bereft of her pants I could smell the excessive wetness wafting from her burning corn. Heavy with musk, I could feel my erection throb as a response.
“You’re sure?” she asked again. Watching me settle between her spread legs, she no doubt figured I was forcing myself in some way. That I could find this task undesirable. Seeing the real worry in her eyes, I could only assume she lacked this experience because of more than she led on. Had James said something early on?
I surprised her by grabbing her legs and lifting them against her stomach. The position seemed uncomfortable, but not straining. Her eyes widened considerably. “Try and stop me,” I answered. Throwing in a wink, Ann didn’t seem how to respond. Which was fine by me. The only thing I wanted to hear for the next few minutes were moans.
“J-James!” she started. But I didn’t let her finish.
I laid on my stomach, settling on the soft mattress of her bed. Still holding her legs, they naturally settled until one rested on the broad shelf of my shoulder. The other bent higher against her body, making more than enough room for my face to press against her slit.
I started on her thigh, carefully kissing my way closer to the point of promise. Ann’s breathing picked up considerably, despite the fact that I had barely touched her. Soon, the wet juices of her pleasure met my pecking lips. Her taste exploded against my tongue, a slightly riper sweetness not unlike her daughter.
“James,” she breathed, less in warning and now in pleasure. Exactly what I wanted. No doubt she was even more aware of her actions than me. And held her breath as my own washed against the enflamed lips swollen with pleasure. I dared to lean forward, the softness of her core breaking beneath my lips. And I felt her thighs tense around me.
“James!” I opened my mouth, briefly sucking on the soft outer shell of her sex. My tongue darted out, delving between the heated, chubby flesh and sinking to meet the hard bone of her pelvis. I flicked it upward, to start, drawing the pink muscle threw her lips until its tip brushed against the swollen bundle of nerves at the top. My efforts were not in vein, and along with a satisfying gasp I was treated to the sound of the sheets being gripped in both hands. I hope they can hold out.
With what experience I had gained over the past few weeks, I did my best to make this experience pleasurable for Ann. And by the steady stream of gasps and heavy breathing, I could only guess I was doing something right.
I lapped at her fluid, the silky texture of her sex pressed against my lips. Her opening stained my tongue with its taste, a steady stream of sticky tart juices dripping down my throat. I did my best to alternate between these two places, drilling the dimple of her channel only to shift and suck on the ridged and firm nub of her clit.
Reaching deeper with my tongue, the thin wispy hairs ticked my nose. I had to keep one hand on her hip, keeping her from moving too much. With each roll of my tongue, I could feel her humping against my moth, grinding her womanly flesh to gain that much more sensation. I responded in kind doing my best to increase the pressure.
I came up from between her legs only when I could feel her thighs trembling against my ears. “Enjoying yourself?” You could choke a horse with amount of pride I was exhuming.
Ann wasn’t in much of a position to answer. Laid back against the bed, her back emanated in a slight arch, still poised to grind against my open mouth. Covered in sweat, the entire area surrounding her was stained a dark color. The worst of which remained to center around her bottom. Pale skin flushed anew, her entire body was alive with arousal.
“Stop. Talking.” She panted. She was quite the vision. A single arm thrown over her eyes, I couldn’t see the sparkling blue pools clench in pleasure. Her other remained tangled in a fist full of cloth, the poor material stretched to its absolute limit. A deep, throaty chuckle erupted out my nose.
“Your wish…” I let the comment hand in the air, not bothering to finish. Ann didn’t seem to mind, much more focused on the return of my mouth on her sex. Hope poor James is prepared to step up after I was gone. Now that she’s had a taste, something told me this woman wouldn’t be quite so prepared to let his husbandly duties slide…
She was close. The sheer amount of juices pouring out of her was enough that it was running down my cheeks. It only made the loudness of her moans that much more satisfying, especially considering how worried she had been about Kim hearing us. The poor girl, I could only imagine what she was thinking about what her parents were doing now. Or, at the very least, what was happening to her mother. Well, if she was worried before, she was really going to be concerned now.
I kept Ann on the edge long enough. Reduced to a quivering pile of pleasure and warm juice. Spreading her lips with my free hand, I stared at the engorged nub of her clit, swollen and completely exposed out from under its hood. It was almost vulgar in its wanton lust, its primal need for that rush of pleasure. I gave them both what they needed, slipping my lips around the throbbing flesh and applying direct suction. The small bundle became drawn into my mouth, gently pinched between pursed lips. It was just what she needed, a sudden gush of liquid against my cheek signaling her crashing release.
Ann’s lower body bucked feverishly, almost enough to jump out of my attention. Helping her ride it out, I listened to the sudden and choked moan of pleasure that struggled to make its way out of her gaping mouth. Perfect pink lips formed a wide circle, drowning out the heavy breathes of her desperate lungs.
Heart pounding, her breast actually shook with the forced of each beat. Waves of pleasure consuming her mind and body, each of her muscles tightening and relaxing all at once. Until finally her body went limp, an exhausted shell of a woman left where Ann possible had just been.
“James…” she sighed. And I could hear so much in the single breath. Lust, satisfaction, amazement, everything I was hoping for and more. I might have used these items for my own gain, but no one can say I was selfish in my use of them.
Whipping my face clean, I moved higher on the bed, careful not to disturb her. Setting up against her side, Ann naturally turned into my body, pressing her face into my chest. I could feel the warm breath still rushing through her lungs. She groaned in the best of ways. “James,” she repeated, this time with emphasis. I couldn’t help but laugh. One that Ann weakly joined. I brushed a strand of wet hair out of her face.
“Ann,” I returned, matter of fact. She could only release another groan, tightening her arm around my back.
Sensitive after her second release, I took my time, running my hand along the smooth curve of her spine. Reaching her rear, I filled my hand with the supple flesh, gentle kneading the perfect globe while the woman gasped into my skin. When she was finally ready to return to the world of the living I didn’t bother stopping. Happily meeting her eyes while my finger sank into her mature figure.
“So you’re a fan I take it?” She just shook her head.
“That was… wow,” she started. Blue eyes fluttering open, she just stared up at me, actual wonder in her eyes. This made me inexplicitly happy. I could only wonder, had the real James ever managed to earn such a look? By her expression I could only assume not.
“I’m happy you enjoyed it.” Looking up at me, there wasn’t much she could do to stop me from capturing her lips in a slow, but building kiss. The taste of her own juices seemed to stop her at first, but after a few moments I could feel the hesitant moments accept me. No doubt it was a shock tasting herself for the first time.
“Do you think you can keep going,” I asked, my tone soft and gentle. No matter how wonderful it felt to give my partner pleasure, the constant throbbing of my erection was growing painful. A full week of forced celibacy had built up quite the appetite. And I longed to be inside of her. “I, ah, don’t think I’ll last long.” Both a warning and a reassurance, I was happy to Ann’s lips turn up in a smile.
“I think I can manage,” she nodded. Going for another kiss, our lips stayed connected as I positioned myself on top of her. She opened her legs around my hips with practiced ease. Much more comfortable with this sexual act, Ann seemed at ease. Even as the tip of my member ran through her still warm lips, she simple arched her pelvis making herself ready.
I felt myself slip into the shallow dimple of her hole leading to a much deeper channel. Applying the smallest of pressure, my hips slowly sank forward, driving the blunt head of my throbbing erection into her body; forcing her walls apart and splitting her all the way to her core. Eyes closed, she laid back releasing only a single sigh when I finally reached the far back of her womb.
Holding myself like this, it was my turn to groan. God I missed this. How on earth could I ever make myself believe I could live without this for an entire year? No, for even another day? The soft wet walls of Ann’s vagina wrapped around my dick wonderfully, tightening subtly with each beat of her precious heart. Drawing back, I could feel her clench with purpous. Practiced muscles bearing down to make her body even more pleasurable. My balls were already heavy with cum, and it was all I could do to keep from spilling it right that second.
A started at a slow pace, keeping myself pressed closely against her. Around my back I could feel her hands splayed outwards, cradling my shoulder blades as I worked myself in and out of her body. Occasionally, I could hear her sigh. A small grunt that echoed whenever I pressed myself against the back of her channel. Otherwise she remained silent, content to let me have my way with her perfect form.
Face buried in her neck, I breathed in the wonderful perfume that seemed to naturally fall from her skin. It was all so wonderfully intimate, the kind that only came with years of marriage and trust. Not for the first time, I found myself cursing the Possible head of the house. To think he got to have this whenever he wanted. It just made me push harder inside of her. The effort earned a small gasp of discomfort, but I kissed away the pain. I wanted to stain her, mark her in some way as mine that he never could. My impending release stole that chance from me, approaching much faster than my mind could process.
Ann could feel me speeding up and tightened herself accordingly. The soft velvety texture of her walls clamped down, massaging the bulging length of my shaft. Feeling hot, wet pressure, it was my turn to tear at the sheets, fisting them in each hand as the first burst of cum came rocketing out of my swollen head.
I kept humping, small quick movements that made the most of the heightened sensitivity. I savored the smooth texture of Ann’s vagina, so much better than the skin of my hand. Another flood of semen came pouring out of me. I could feel each burst building, collecting along the underside of my shaft. Gasping for breath, Ann’s hands never stopped their gentle caress. Only moving to cup the corded length of my neck. Even in the throes of pleasure she grounded me. Made me whole.
Three more burst feel from my tip before I finally started to come down. Still dribbling the milky fluid, I pushing myself deep inside, working the last of it inside of her. Meanwhile Ann, just watched me, her blue eyes as clear as the sky and inexplicitly happy. I returned the gesture, bringing one of her hands to my face for a kiss.
“Better?” she gave a knowing grin. Slightly flushed, her breath had only increased a bit. Nowhere near as much as mine. I gave a sweaty nod, falling to my side to draw her against me. She was more than happy to comply, her small frame fitting perfectly against mine in a spooning position. My face naturally aligned with the back of her head, allowing me to breath in the fragrant smell of her shampoo.
My blood seemed to sing in my veins. The stress and weight I’d been carrying for the past twenty four hours all but disappeared but from the tight knots in my back. I felt weightless, like if I just kept my eyes closed the rest of the world could really just melt away leaving only the two of. Compared to the hot ball of anger I’d been standing in her living room, it seemed I was right in my assumed treatment. And Ann had been just the doctor I needed.
My hands tightened around her mid-section, possessive and urgent. Ann’s hands just ran soothing lines along my forearms, unaware of the emotions that had caused the motion. My thoughts from just a moment ago were still just as fresh despite the bliss humming in my chest. And that part of me still craved that piece of her to hoard for myself.
James Possible, in his time being married to her, has been able to share more memories and moments in their lives than I could ever hope. Their first date, their kiss, first time making love, first night being married, even their first child together. No matter how much I like to pretend otherwise, Ann was his wife, and there was nothing I could do or be to ever compare to that. But it didn’t mean I could take a moment for myself.
A piece of her just for me. To know that I’d made an impact in her life in some way, even if I was the only one who knew it.
A/N: once you finish this chapter I hope a few of you will go back and take a look at chapter 2 of this story and take a moment to enjoy how much has changed, both in writing ability as well as Ron’s character as a whole. It’s been a lot of fun slowly transforming Ron into the type of guy capable of more than just nervous muttering in front of a naked woman. And I hope everyone’s enjoyed the journey up to this point.
Next Chapter – March 5^th: Falling ever deeper into the freedom that is abandoning everything he has ever known, Ron finds himself in the unique position of enjoying even more of mature lover than even her husband. Wearing the face of another, what acts could his mind concoct to satisfy the dark cravings beginning to take hold? And most importantly, how will Ann react? Read and find out.
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