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Sex, Lies, and Mother's Day Cake (Phineas & Ferb)	By : Jayrich Category: +M through R > Phineas and Ferb Views: 11372 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Sex, Lies, and Mother's Day Cake (Phineas & Ferb)
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Sex, Lies and Mother’s Day Cake

“I’m Lindana and I wanna have Fun!”

The song blared loudly through Stacy’s earbuds as she danced along with the tune. She had just discovered its existence a couple of days ago, but the melody was so entrancing that it was all she listened to. Her MP3 player was cranked up to its maximum volume as she continued to move to the beat, dancing without a care in the world…until she felt a tap on her shoulder and turned around.

“Stacy, would you please FOCUS!?”

Candace’s voice was able to crack through the sound of the 80’s hit, and Stacy put her MP3 on pause as she and her best friend got back to the task at hand.

“Come on, I need your help to decide what to get Mom for Mother’s Day.” Candace reminded her.

“Well, I got my mom two tickets to that ritzy Spa, how ‘bout that?” Stacy suggested.

“No, I got that 2 years ago.” Candace replied.

Stacy thought for a moment. “Well, you could write a song and—!”

“I just did for her Birthday!” Candace interrupted. “Come on Stace, I need something dynamic, something incredible, something that will—!”

“Wait!” Stacy said, cutting off her friend. “This isn’t some attempt to outdo your brothers, is it?”

Candace raised an eyebrow. “Wha—are you…of course not! Look, this is about me thanking my Mom for all she does. I could care less about what Phineas and Ferb are doing!”

Stacy wore a look of disbelief. “Uh-huh, then why are you holding your Phineas and Ferb GPS monitor?”

Sure enough, Candace was clutching a device which monitored her little brothers’ whereabouts at all times. Quickly, she slid it under her pillow on her bed and innocently looked back at her friend. “What GPS?”

“Candace, I know you love spying and busting your brothers, but don’t you think you should give it a break?” Stacy advised. “I mean, they’re probably not even doing anything today. Remember their Best Lazy Day Ever?”

“Hey, I STILL think they had a Missile Silo under our backyard!” Candace countered, before relenting. “But…maybe you’re right. I mean, this is Mother’s Day and maybe they’re just…O-M-G!!!”

Candace’s jaw dropped as she turned to her computer and saw an image of the perfect Mother’s Day gift…a large 7-layer cake in which you can put anyone’s image on the top of. “It’s…PERFECT!!!”

“What, one of those specialty cakes?” Stacy inquired, looking at the screen. “Wow, that’s big.”

“My mom would love it!” Candace said, standing up. “Come on, I know where that bakery is…”

“Just place it over there!”

As Phineas’ voice entered the room, Candace paused in mid-step. Looking at her best friend, Stacy knew what was gonna happen next. Before she could even speak though, she watched the excitable redhead rush to the window to spy on her brothers’ actions. And the sight in her backyard confirmed her suspicions as she laid her eyes upon a replica of her mother’s head, done entirely with macaroni, in the size of their garage.

“What the—What the hell are you dweebs doing!?” She yelled down to them.

“Oh, Candace!” Phineas replied, spotting her in the window. “Ferb had a great idea to make a macaroni sculpture of Mom that’s a replica of the Statue of Liberty. Isn’t that right, Ferb?”

The silent, green-haired stepbrother simply waved to Candace as he prepared to climb in an Industrial Crane that was also in the backyard, until Phineas stopped him.

“Wait Ferb, I almost forgot.” Phineas noted. “We need the blueprints to construct the torch. Come on…”

Abandoning their Mother’s Day project for the moment, the two rushed out of the backyard towards the Business District of Danville, in search of the blueprints for their project. Candace intently watched as they walked down the street, before coming back in from the window and turning to her best friend.

“Stacy…I know what we’re gonna do today!”

“Yeah, get that big cake for your Mom. You just told me—!”

“Come on!” Candace grabbed her friend’s arm and stormed out the door, determined to trail her brothers and bust them once and for all. They rushed down the stairs and crossed through the living room, where Candace grabbed a camcorder off the coffee table to gather proof. While being led around to the front door and out the house though, Stacy was able to make an observation.

“Hey, where’s Perry?”

Little did she know the Flynn-Fletcher pet platypus was still in the house, standing in the kitchen. Looking to see if the coast was clear, he slipped on his trademark fedora and activated the Ice-Maker on the refrigerator. A moment later, the freezer door swung open and a plastic transport tube sucked in the platypus. After zooming through a maze of tubes, Perry finally found himself in his secret lair…frozen in a block of ice.

“Good morning, Agent P!” Major Monogram greeted. “I hope—Oh! My bad!”

The Major activated the heating vent in Perry’s lair, which quickly thawed out his best agent. “Sorry about that Agent P, we were testing out the new Cryo-Transporter.”

“I told you not to put the setting on Arctic!” Carl yelled from off-screen.

“Quiet, you!” The Major barked. “Anyway, Doofenshmirtz was recently spotted on surveillance video during a heist. According to the video he stole several pieces of high-tech equipment…and an Erotic movie titled ‘Hot MILFs Next Door #16’.”

Perry raised a curious eyebrow to that last statement. “Yeah…we’re personally looking into that last one. Your mission is to investigate, and stop whatever plan he’s go—!”

“OH MAN, look at the Milk Jugs on THAT one!”

Annoyed, Major Monogram turned to his left and stormed off the screen. “Dammit Carl, I told you not to watch without me!”

Perry didn’t question anything else at that point, deeming it best just to exit and proceed with his mission to stop Doofenshmirtz.

“Hey, Phineas! Whatcha doin’?”

Isabella asked that question to her pointy-nose crush as he and Ferb entered a nearby office building. “Oh, hey Isabella.” Phineas greeted. “Ferb and I are just getting the blueprints to help build our Mother’s Day gift.”

As they approached the front desk in the lobby, they were met by a Construction Foreman, who handed over the blueprints the boys were seeking.

“Here you are.” He told them, before noticing something. “Say, aren’t you two a little young to be making a macaroni sculpture the size of the Statue of Liberty?”

“Why yes, yes we are.” Phineas answered.

The Foreman paused for a moment, before replying. “Oh well, be sure to use the good stuff! That store-bought macaroni crumbles too easily.”

As the boys waved goodbye to the foreman and made their leave with Isabella, right across the street from the building two pairs of eyes spied their every action as they hopped on their bikes. Two pairs of eyes also wearing roller-skates.

“There they go, Stacy.” Candace said. “Get ready to execute following procedures in 5…4…3…tw—what the…”

Turning around to face her friend, she found that instead of watching her brothers closely, Stacy had her eyes on a pair of teal pumps in the shoe store window. Grabbing her by the wrist, she quickly drew back her focus. “Stacy, did you forget we’re supposed to be BUSTING MY BROTHERS!?”

“No, we’re actually supposed to be getting the cake for your Mother’s Day gift!” Stacy countered. “You know, the gift you were getting for your Mom?”

“We are, we are…but just think of it!” Candace began as she put her arm around her friend. “My mom gets home from her performance at the Bingo Hall, in the backyard I have waiting the best cake she’s ever seen, AND Phineas and Ferb’s statue that’ll Bust ‘em for Life!”

“Candace, you do know most likely whatever they’re making, it’s gonna end up gone by the time she gets home.” Stacy pointed out.

“I know, which is why I have THIS!” Holding up the camcorder she grabbed from the house earlier, she motioned for Stacy to follow behind, and the two skated after the stepbrother duo. The chase ran all over the streets and sidewalks of Danville, leaving the business area and entering the shopping district. They zipped past pedestrians, through traffic and over bridges until they reached the downhill section of town. The chase sped up, with Candace and Stacy frantically avoiding all obstacles in their path trying to keep up with Phineas and Ferb. Suddenly, the two teen girls spotted two moving men carrying a sheet of glass, walking very slowly to ensure they don’t break it.

“Oh, you GOTTA be kidding me!” Candace stated as they rolled closer.

Thinking quickly, the two took different actions of avoidance; Stacy quickly leaped into the air and flipped over the sheet, while Candace, calling forth a move she saw in a movie some time ago, leaned back into a limbo stance and barely made it under the glass unscathed. The two then stood back up, and congratulated each other.

“Wow, those Yoga courses are really paying off for you!” Stacy complimented.

“Yeah, it’s just too bad we can’t avoid that Fruit Cart.” Candace replied.

Stacy nodded in agreement. “Yeah…”

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!”

Their screams of peril were soon halted as they careened into said Fruit Cart, sending apples, bananas and even watermelons flying through the clear blue sky. The Cart was turned over, as Candace lay flat on her face, stunned by the crash. It took a moment, but she was able to shake herself out of it.

“Stace? Stacy, are you—WOW!!!”

Her first sight of her best friend was a memorable one indeed, as it seemed Stacy had undergone puberty again, this time with the benefit of MUCH larger breasts. But their validity was put to rest when Stacy took notice of them.

“Aw man, this always happens when I crash into a Fruit Cart.” She said, removing two cantaloupes from under her blouse.

Disregarding that image, Candace started looking around and immediately spotted her little brothers and Isabella using a red wagon to haul a giant box of macaroni out of a grocery store. Thinking fast, she held up the camcorder and started filming the scene, but instead received a message across the video screen.

Space Insufficient for Recording. Insert New Tape.

“Aw, COME ON!!!” Candace complained, before spotting a nearby drug store. “Quick! Stacy, follow me!”

The hyper redhead scrambled towards the shop door with her Asian friend right behind her. The two stormed in and immediately headed for the main counter, where a bespectacled sales clerk greeted them. “Welcome to VSC,” He said in a humdrum manner, “you one-stop shop experience for all things…”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, whatever!” Candace interrupted, spotting the clerk’s nametag. “Look, Rich, we need some tape for our camcorder and—!”

“Aisle 5, next to the electric shavers.” Rich replied.

With vigorous determination, Candace rushed down the aisle and started frantically searching for the correct tape for her mother’s camcorder. Stacy, however, was occupied with other matters.

“Hmm, I think this is the razor my mom uses.” She noted to herself.

“Focus, Stacy!” Candace reminded her as she found what she searched for. “Wha—$30 bucks for a camcorder tape!? Forget this, Candace Flynn is out! PEACE!”

Disgusted by the selection at the store, Candace stormed out the doors with Stacy following behind, carrying a cinnamon stick she bought while inside. The fiery redhead was ready to break out her cell phone and call her mother when she spotted a Video Booth just down the block.

“Stacy, that’s it!”

Once again grabbing her friend by the wrist, she rushed over to the booth so no one else would occupy it. Sliding the curtain shut, she and Stacy sat down in front of the screen. “This is it, Stacy.” Candace explained. “All I gotta do is delete whatever Mom has saved on this tape, and we can record Phineas and Ferb, and bust ‘em!”

“Uh, don’t you think your Mom has some important memories on there?” Stacy inquired.

Candace scoffed. “Please, Ferb already save everything to the house computer…including my 5th grade graduation.”

“Is that the one when she brought the inflatable—?”

“I DON’T WANNA TALK ABOUT IT!!!” Candace stated loudly as she pulled the tape from the camcorder and inserted it into the marked slot. “Alright, where the delete function? We gotta erase this so we…we…”

She didn’t mean to look at the monitor in front of her; she didn’t care about what was on it. But Candace found herself unable to turn away from the image in front of her…it was her mother, Linda Flynn-Fletcher, dressed up in attire synonymous with the 80’s. Wearing a halter-top, a mini-skirt and fishnet stockings, along with hoop earrings and a bow in her hair, she walked around what appeared to be the inside of a Tour bus.

“Whoa, this is so totally far out.” Linda marveled as she took in her surroundings.

“Is…is that Mom?” Candace asked as she watched. “Why is she dressed like that?”

After getting a glimpse of the screen, Stacy also found herself unable to turn away…and also experienced déjà vu. “Wait a minute…” Pulling out her MP3 player, she examined the album cover that was on the screen, and then looked at the monitor, then again at her MP3 screen, then back at the monitor. “Candace…Your Mom is Lindana.”

“Stacy now is not the time for jokes.” Candace replied as Stacy showed her the image on her MP3. “My mom’s on a video I’ve never seen before and—HOOVER DAMN!!!”

After glancing back & forth at both screens, she also made the connection. “MY MOM…WAS AN 80s POP STAR!?!?”

“Actually, she was more of a One-Hit Wonder.” Stacy corrected, to which Candace shot her an angry look. “But the hit she had was awesome! See? I’m listening to it now!”

“Never mind!” Candace said, focusing back on the monitor. “Question is…why didn’t she tell us? And why did she make this tape?”

“I can’t believe we’re on the Love Handel Tour Bus!” Linda cheered on the video.

“Yes, and mighty fine craftsmanship at that.”

“DAD!?!?” Candace responded in shock. “Dad’s on here, too!?”

“Oh would you stop thinking about that?” Linda told her then-boyfriend. “You really need to loosen up, honey.” She then spotted a candy jar to her left, and curled her lips into a seductive grin. “And I know the perfect way…”

Grabbing a grape lollipop out of the jar, she slowly unwrapped it as she teasingly licked her lips, and then placed it on her tongue. “Oh come on, now.” Lawrence said. “You know you’re not bold enough to do that here…”

“Who says I’m not?” Linda retorted. “Besides…I’m not wearing panties.”

It was at that moment Stacy literally dropped her MP3 player and paid full attention to the screen. Candace however, was not interested in seeing what would happen next and reached forward to shut it off. “UGH! That is SO Wrong!”

“NOO!!!”

The obsessed redhead suddenly found her wrist held tightly by her best friend. “We NEED to see this, Candace!” Stacy told her. “We need to see the truth about your mother!”

Halted by her friend, Candace had no choice but to continue watching; and she immediately became interested again as she witnessed her mother now in a squatted position, slowly and seductively rubbing herself. Her skirt was hiked up to her hips and her black panties down at her ankles, giving the camera a full view of moist womanhood as her hand rubbed gently against her pussy lips. Her tongue rolled around the lollipop, adoring the tasty grape flavor before she retracted it from her mouth. She then, as a tease to her lover and the camera, pulled down her halter top and ran circles around both of her nipples, making them even harder than before.

“M…M-Mom…” Candace had never seen anything like this. She’s seen a few adult movies, but nothing this intense…and certainly not starring her own mother. It was an incredible feeling overcoming her, so much so she felt fingers slipping beneath her skirt.

It didn’t stop her from observing on though, as Linda had now taken one of her plump breasts and started to suck on her own nipple.

“Oh…oh my word…” Lawrence commented.

“Hold on, baby…” Linda told him. “It’s gonna get better.”

With those words, Candace’s mother leaned back, putting her left hand behind her to stay upright, and went to work on herself with her right. With the lollipop back in her mouth, she let out a pleasured moan as her middle and ring finger delved between her luscious pussy lips. Lawrence then zoomed in on the act, showing Linda’s hands gradually beginning to speed up.

“Aw…oh yeah, oh that’s so good…” She moaned.

“It is good…” Candace replied to herself.

She picked up the pace, her hips starting to gyrate as she fingered herself feverishly. The lollipop was now barely dangling from her mouth as she panted with each breath. Her moans became louder as she neared her limit, and she pulled her fingers from her soaked snatch and started to rub herself the rest of the way. The sweat began to glisten off her skin, and her chest was heaving. She was so close.

“Oh god…I’m gonna cum, baby…”

And as she ran her middle finger up and down across her clit and between her wet lips, she indeed came. Her juices squirted out onto the floor as she shuddered in delight, basking in the afterglow.

“Well…that certainly was a show we’ll enjoy later…” Lawrence noted, his voice hinting that he enjoyed the show as well.

“But that was only the opening act.” Linda told him as she lay on the floor, spread eagle. “C’mere, you…”

“OK, no more!” Candace had seen enough. Stopping play on the video, she decided to just delete it all, lest even more uncomfortable moments stem from it. But the comfort she felt under her skirt by her hand began to dispute that decision. The only problem was…

“Wait…that’s not my hand…”

Looking down, she saw that it wasn’t some stranger’s hand, but her best friend Stacy’s. It was then that she noticed her panties were already down around her ankles and Stacy’s other hand was slowly lifting up her red shirt.

“Stacy! What are you do—MMMMPHHH!!!!”

The Asian teen didn’t give her a chance to answer as their lips collided. Before Candace could blink she found herself backed into the corner of the video booth, being tongue kissed and felt up by her best friend…who wasn’t that bad of a kisser. In fact, it took several seconds for the frantic redhead to overcome the sensation of Stacy’s tongue, and her hands caressing her firm breasts, and realize that she was indeed kissing a girl.

She pushed her back, keeping her at arms length. But instead of expecting the same shocked expression she currently wore, Candace spotted a look of lust in Stacy’s eye.

“Hey Candace, I know who I’m gonna do today…”
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