As far as I could find, Mrs. Possible's first name is never given, so I decided on Helen. Unaware that he was being fed a straight line, although he should have learned by now, Dr. What's the one thing that stops me every time? This time I will deal with her first! And I will do it by harnessing the most powerful element in the teenage world!
It wasn't that she considered her employer ugly. It was more that she considered him Bone Chillingly Hideous. She still did but somehow was compelled to want this ugliness inside her.
She peeled off her top, hands massaging her ample breasts. She fell to her knees in front of him, pulled his pants down and fastened her mouth avidly to his cock, all the while vowing that when this wore off, he would pay dearly. But in the mean time, her hands were trembling with desire as she tore off her bra and offered her tits to him. Soon, his amazingly small dick was thrusting between them. She pulled down her leotard and spread her legs while at the same time wanting to cut off his dick and feed it to him.
Instead she felt the warm slime of his cum spurting across her face. Leotard pulled up she strode furiously over to her now cringing employer, grabbed him by his thick, oily hair and dragged him into the corridor outside his lab, oblivious to the minions getting an eyeful of her still bare top.
When they reached her bedroom she threw him on the bed and manacled his wrists to the bedposts permanently attached for those rare time she felt a need for sex and "borrowed" one of the minions. She pulled off her own clothes and quickly mounted him. Those," she nodded at the manacles, "are mostly just for If I have to suffer all day, so do you.
More then a dozen feet or so and it wears off. Drakken hated pain and suffering. Well, his own anyway. He wondered of he should mention this to Kim. Weird things were always happening to both of them, usually as a result of Kim's part-time job as an adventurer and his as her sidekick, although he preferred the term partner. Around the corner, Shego, wearing the biggest, thickest nose-filters she could find, stifled a laugh. Rufus, Ron's pet mole-rat stuck his head out of Ron's pocket, sneezed and grumbled.
When Ron reached the Possible house it was Mrs. Possible who opened the door. There's snacks in the kitchen. Neither noticed the intense stare from Mrs. Possible that followed them. In fact, Rufus had just been set in the middle of a bowl of raisins when she called Ron into her bedroom. He went over and was shocked to see her splayed on the bed, dressed only on bra and panties, one hand inside her panties, the other beckoning him over.
Ron didn't know how old Helen Possible actually was but she looked as if she had given birth to Kim when she was ten. The only visible effect of having three children was that her cups were a nicely rounded pair of C-cups. Other than that her body was a slightly more voluptuous version of her daughter's cheerleader hardbody. Ron's head was telling him to turn, leave and slam the door shut. But, as with all teenage boys, his nether regions had a will of their own.
It seemed as if his penis was in control of his legs as he moved toward the bed. Helen Possible sat up, but only to pull Ron's head down to hers. Her tongue pushed his lips open as one hand undid his belt. Ron of course, couldn't help but respond. In truth he'd never been tongue kissed before, much less had anyone's hand but his own on his cock.
It wasn't that he was ugly, not handsome maybe, but definitely not ugly. It was just that he seemed to have a God given talent for saying and doing the wrong thing whenever a girl was around. Oh, Kim and Monique liked him but if you'd proposed him as date material they would have given you a blank look then burst into laughter. What choice did he have? Before he knew it his hands were clumsily undoing Helen's bra and his head was buried between her large, firm breasts.
She was blessed with a glorious mane of red hair, large, moss-green eyes, abs you could bounce a quarter off of and, ass likewise and legs to die for. But when it came to her chest Still, the nipples were nice and sensitive as she pinched and rubbed at them. She had unsnapped her cargo pants and started to slide her hand in them when she noticed the time.
Ron, should be here by now, why hadn't her mother called up? She finished dressing and went down to see Rufus stuffing himself in the kitchen. Then she heard the moans coming from her parents bedroom. The door was wide open. She went to it, hearing her mother saying things Kim didn't think she was capable of. She rubbed them against Ron's back, desperate for his attention.
This was when Ron realized that something was deeply, terribly wrong. Possible he could have put down to a case of Mrs. Robinson Syndrome, but Kim? But concentrating on the right thing to do was really difficult with Helen Possible bucking and rearing in orgasm underneath him and Kim behind him pinching his nipples, sticking her tongue in his ear and rubbing her now naked pussy against his ass.
He'd put a stop to this madness, he really would She had, after all, featured majorly in his wet dreams and stroke sessions ever since they'd both hit puberty. So, occasionally had Mrs. He pulled out gently from the beautiful redhead beneath him who was purring in post-orgasm bliss, and turned onto his back to be eagerly mounted by the other lust crazed beauty. Helen's first thought had been to shove Kim off of "her" Ron.
But the sight of her naked daughter rocking on top of him, his hands wrapped around her tight little buns aroused feeling that had nothing to do with the aphrodisiac that, as yet, none of them knew about. Before her conscience could get in the way she was straddling Ron's face and had her mouth on her daughter's tits, sucking and biting. Kim's own hands came up to caress her mother larger jugs. Between her mother's mouth and Ron's pole she was in ecstasy.
Now Ron, presented with Helen Possible's glistening wet pussy was somewhat confused. He'd heard about eating women out but was a bit vague on the mechanics. He gave a tentative lick to the red-furred glory above him, then another. The taste was not as bad as he'd feared. Salty, but with a hint of sweetness. Then a firm thrust into the lips overhead.
Keeping his tongue inside he moved it back and forth. Slowly at first, then quicker. He transferred his hands from Kim's butt to Helen's hips and puled her down on him. Each dug their fingers into the shoulders of the other, clinging for support as the lusty trio experienced a simultaneous orgasm. As both Possible women came down from their climaxes, Helen slid, somewhat regretfully off of Ron's face and sat next to him, smiling and stroking his hair fondly.
Kim pulled herself off and scrambled to her cellphone, which she suddenly noticed ringing. Grateful for the distraction, she saw that it was her hacker-tech friend, Wade. Would this nightmare never end? Or was it a nightmare? She had to admit that Ron's cock had felt good inside her. She had, long ago, somewhere in the years of gymnastics, cheerleading, martial arts and professional adventuring, broken her hymen, so there had been no initial pain complicating matters.
Or anyone else either, not seriously until today. In fact she hadn't thought of it today, not until she'd gotten close to Ron Something I need your help on. Could you take a blood sample from us? Among it's functions was chemical analysis. Only Wade knew just how many functions it actually had. Realizing what the problem was she jumped across the room and out the doorway.
I guess I got carried away. You and your mom were so Besides, as an adult she had a more level-headed view of the situation.