Chapter 2 - Bullet Points

While it was true that Kim Possible was known to think with her womb most of the time, she was far from stupid. She knew very well that her attraction for her mother was wrong, not to mention illegal. She knew, and didn't care. Her first fantasy, now a couple weeks in the past, was just the spark that kindled the raging inferno of lust inside her. Her mother rapidly replaced every one of her fantasy lovers one after the other, to the point that the young redhead, in a bout of lust frenzy, bought a big, red dildo the same size as Ann's cock. And paid for express delivery.

That same toy was buried inside her, as the young heroine mewled softly. "Oh, mommy..." She writhed under her silk sheets, her left hand pinching one of her nipples, her right one busy pumping the red toy inside her cunt until the tip knocked against her cervix. As the current protagonist of her fantasies was taking a double shift at the hospital, the young red-headed slut could be as loud as she wanted, without fear of discovery...and the very, very awkward conversation that would surely follow.
"Yes, yes mommy! Fuck me hard!" She bit her lip, arching her back as the toy hit that spot deep inside her that turned her bones to jelly. "More, more!" 
With a sudden spark of inspiration, Kim turned in her bed, her knees digging in the mattress, propping her round, freckled ass up in the air, her pussy still deliciously stretched around the red plastic rod. With a loud moan, she spanked herself, biting into her pillow, her cheeks reddening after each blow. Her mother had nicknamed her "Bubble-Butt" when she was a child, and as everything else, that little detail was twisted into another devious fantasy by Kim. Her left hand went to the dildo, to shove it even deeper inside her, the wet sound of her overstuffed cunt intermixed with the loud slaps. 
Finally shoving herself over the edge, Kim came loudly, squirting around her favourite toy, as she imagined her mother calling her all sort of nasty names. It was dirty, disgustingly naughty, and ultimately, disappointing. 

The rigid, plastic toy couldn't give her what she really craved for. Their breasts squashing together, pubic hair grinding against each other, her mother's boiling hot seed deep inside her belly. She grunted as the red phallus came out of her aching pussy, her hand slowly massaging her lower belly.
Was she really going do it? Was she really going to seduce her mother, coax her into committing dirty, delicious incest with her?
She already knew the answer. And with her father on the other side of the planet, she had all the time she needed.

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Phase one: Wear skimpy clothes. Panties optional.

That part was easy. None of the articles of clothing inside Kim's wardrobe could be called "Conservative". She even owned some skirts that were narrower than the average belt. Still, the thrill of flaunting herself in front of her own mother was wildly intoxicating. Having eavesdropped on Ann in the bathroom, Kim knew her mother was greatly frustrated by her husband's absence, and resorted to masturbation quite often. Like mother, like daughter indeed. She just had to wait for the right moment, and she found it after a couple days.

Finally home after a long shift, Ann Possible was relaxing on the couch, her naked feet propped up, finally able to breathe after being confined into high-heeled shoes for the whole morning. A nice glass of iced tea, her favourite medical journal, she was a queen in her own home. That is, until her daughter sauntered up to her, wearing the skimpiest clothings the doctor ever saw.
A white, sleeveless shirt, tied with a knot under her obviously bra-less, shapely breasts, that exposed a good deal of cleavage, toned midriff and a cute belly button, paired with a tartan shirt that reached just under her buttocks and knee-high socks. Ann had to stifle a cough as she watched her daughter approach, looking like she just came out of a porn movie featuring a naughty cheerleader. Only this time, instead of the usual greasy, middle-aged, slightly overweight man partnered up with the lithe, half-dressed slut, there was a fit, good looking, transsexual woman... who was also, incidentally, said slut's mother.
"Hey mommy!" Kim smiled, watching with glee as her mother's cheeks reddened from her sudden display of young, nubile flesh."Have you seen my Gilmore Girls DVD set?"

"I..." She had to cough, to steady her voice and clear the lump that formed in her throat. "I think it's in the cabinet under the tv." A deep breath, before addressing the issue before her. "Kim... What are you wearing? That's hardly an appropriate attire!"
And it was making her look at her daughter in a way not befitting of a mother. While Ann knew the woman in front of her was her daughter, her overdrive-prone hormones didn't. Or simply didn't care. She could feel her length stirring, wanting to say 'hi' to Kim in it's own way.
"Oh, I put my clothes in the laundry before realizing I didn't have anything else to wear." The young cheerleader shrugged, her hands going to the knot under her chest, tightening it and pushing up her breasts. Ann had the sudden need to spill her iced tea on her lap, to cool herself. For the moment, she resorted to crossing her slim legs, concealing her totally inappropriate erection from her daughter.
"I...see. As long as you don't go outside like that. Your father would strongly disapprove." She nodded, before adding "And me too, of course!"
"Oh, don't worry, mommy! I wont." Kim smiled, before turning to address the cabinet. Indeed, she wanted to put up a show for her mother, and her mother alone. "Let's see...DVD, DVD..." Knowing that her mother's eye were still on her, she bowed forward, bending at the waist to open the cabinet. And, just as planned, the motion made her skirt ride up her back right under Ann's unblinking gaze, exposing her bare, freckled ass-cheeks and the naked, puffy lips of her cunt to her own mother.

The naughty cheerleader smiled as she heard her mother's breath hitch in her throat, and made sure to sway her hips a bit to the sides. Years of swinging pom poms around taught her how to show off her goods... She just never thought she would have to use that knowledge on her hot, gorgeous mother.
Ann, on the other hand, couldn't believe her eyes. She felt like she was turned to stone, her fingers gripping her glass with enough force to turn white, her gaze fixed on Kim's naked crotch. While her throat was suddenly parched, she couldn't muster the strength to lift the container to her lips.
As the saying goes, the acorn doesn't fall far from the tree, and in this particular case it plopped straight down. Ann Possible was a very sexual woman, with a libido easy to wake and very, very difficult to put to slumber. And with her husband away...
"Ah! There it is!" Finally recovering the cardboard box from her well known position, the young cheerleader straightened her back, her now damp sex once again hidden behind her tartan skirt. Kim had to bite back a smirk as she looked at her flustered mother, and dared herself to saunter toward the red-faced redhead, stamping a kiss on a flaming cheek. "Thank you, mommy!"
She left the living room with a spring in her step, leaving her mother with a slowly warming tea glass and a tent in her pencil skirt.

That night, Ann's moans as she pleasured herself reached all the way to Kim's bedroom.

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Phase one: Wear skimpy clothes. Panties optional.
Phase two: Get close and personal with mom.

Trickier, but doable. She got the perfect opportunity a couple days later, after a particularly rough tussle with Shego that left her bruised and slightly sore...and, as far as her mother knew, with a sprained shoulder. A roll of bandages from her first aid kid and a makeshift slink helped sell her deception, counting on her mother being too upset about her little girl getting hurt to examine her thoroughly. And it worked pretty well. She just had to endure being pampered by her doting, drop-dead gorgeous mother, biding her time to strike.

"Mommy... I would like to take a shower. Could you help me?" She asked, pouting at her mother while she sat on the other side of the kitchen table, after lunch, raising her good hand to her red mane. "My hair feels all gunky and stuffy." 
"I don't think that's a good idea, Kim." Just the thought of being in the same room with her naked daughter had her squirming in her seat trying to fight down an erection, the image of Kim's naked pussy burned in her memory. As ashamed as she was to admit it, she had masturbated furiously at the thought of claiming her own daughter. Her thoughts distracted her enough to be unprepared when Kim's trademarked Puppy Dog Pout hit her square between the eyes, with her criminally adorable lips slightly trembling, head turned just right to maximize the effect.
"Pleeease? It won't take long, I promise!" she fluttered her eyelashes at the older redhead, her pout turned to eleven.
"I...don't... Oh, fine." Ann sighed, standing up and gesturing to the stairs. "You go get the hot water flowing, I'll come up in a minute."
The youngest Possible broke all records for the up-the-stairs dash.

The bathroom mirror was already steaming over when a gentle knock on the door roused Kim from her thoughts.
"Kim? Can I come in?" came the gentle voice of her mother, from the other side of the door.
"Yes!" Kim smiled, as her mother entered the room, waiting patiently for the older redhead. With her arm still out of business from her (fake) injury, she was only able to shimmy out of her shorts, her chest still covered by a thin, almost see-through top.
"Here, let me help you..." As Ann approached her daughter, her movements went from wary to careful, not wanting to injure Kim further. She helped the younger redhead removing her tank top, and then her panties, trying to look everywhere but at Kim's body, and constantly finding herself failing. With the arm in the sling draped across her breasts, the young heroine stepped forward, inside the shower and under the hot water jet, humming contently.
"Come on, mommy! You too!" 

That was it. The moment when all Ann had to do was take a step backward. Instead, she found herself reaching for the buttons of her shirt.

'This... this isn't so bad' Ann found the corner of her mouth arching up, as she found herself with her hands entangled in Kim's hair.
The younger redhead was sitting on a plastic stool, facing the wall with Ann behind her, and literally purring with pleasure as her mother lathered her mane, both women naked and dripping with warm water.
"It feels good, Mommy..." Kim sighed, her shoulders relaxing, relishing in the closeness with her mother.
"You've been calling me that a lot lately, Kim." The doctor mused, as she squeezed more shampoo in her hands before burying them once more in her daughter's mane. "Why's that?"
"I don't know... I guess it makes me feel... naughty." Was Kim's answer, delivered with a sly smile as she raissed her eyes to her mother's dripping figure, who now sported a very bright pair of cheeks. 
"N-Naughty?" "Yes. Here, I'll show you..." The young heroine rose from her seat, her free arm tucking a few strands of hair behind her ear. She cleared her throat, before smiling lovely at her mother, the sweet tone of her voice enough to make Ann's heart melt. 

"I love you, Mom."

"Awww, sweety. I love you too." With a smile of her own, Ann bent a little forward, pressing a small kiss on her daughter's forehead. 
"Not naughty at all, I'd sa..." Before she could finish, Kim surged forward, molding their wet bodies together, pressing her chest against her mother's more bountiful one, her hard nipples biting against the older redhead's skin. 
"Kim?" "How about this then?"
The younger Possible bit her lip, her arm sneaking around Ann's shoulders, pulling her down just enough to plaifully close her teeth around the taller woman's earlobe, before speaking again, her voice dropping from sweet and loving to downright honeyed and sensual.

"Can I suck your cock, Mommy?"

Before Ann had a chance to answer, or even properly process the question, she felt herself being flung sideways, in a downward spiral that left her seated on the stool Kim had been occupying mere seconds before, with her spine against the shower wall and her legs slightly splayed. Also quite dizzy from the unknown martial arts move Kim had just used to relocate her.
Shaking her head to refocus her vision, she was suddenly aware of quite a few things that made her heart race. 
The cold tiles against her wet back, for instance.
Or the fact that her daughter was kneeling in front of her, naked as the day she was born, numerous droplets sliding down her rosy and absolutely delicious-looking skin.
The dark, ravenous fire burning deep in Kim's eyes as she looked at her, the subtle, not-so-subtle lick of her lips, the dainty, slim hand that was delicately, lovingly cupping her balls.

As her traitorous cock was beginning to swell with blood, the older Possible finally got enough strenght to speak again. 
"Kim, what do you think... ugh!" Well, almost. Not one to lose a good opportunity, Kim had just shifted her grip to grasp Ann's penis right at the base, scooting forward on her knees to position herself right between her mother's slender legs.

"I know you want me, Mommy. You want me as bad as I want you. I know it's wrong, but..." She shrugged, the movement moving her hand upward on her mother's dick, now standing at full attention, pulling a soft moan from Ann's throat. 
"I don't care." She licked her lips again, looking at her mother's face with all the care, love, and lust a slutty young woman could feel for her transgender mother. Quite a lot of it, as it would seem.

Clearing her throat once again, Ann spoke up, lowering her gaze, wich, while removing her daughter's lusty gaze from her field of vision, had the drawback of putting her penis, and Kim's hand caressing it, right in the center of her attention.
"Kim. Kim, we...We can't. You can't. It..."
"It feels good, doesn't it? I must admit, I'm not used to real, flesh ones" The young heroine lowered her head, drinking in the sight of her mother's big, amazing cock from quite a short range. A short stroke, before releasing the organ, her index finger tracing the underside right to the tip, where a drop of clear, viscous fluid was already collecting. A small pause to spread the pre on the mushroom-shaped head, before continuing upwards, dodging Ann's navel, tickling flesh-covered muscles, before cupping a full, heavy breast, the rosy point capping it hard enough to cut glass.

Unable to resist, Kim bent forward, capturing the peak in her mouth, biting it softly, giggling as her mother breath caught in her throat, her back arching, pressing her breasts against Kim's face. smiling naughtily, Kim backed a bit, still sucking gently on Ann's nipple, until the mound snapped back with a *pop*.

"If you want me to stop, Mommy, You just have to say it." She smiled, her hand moving to cup her mother's chin, linking their gazes once again. The Heroine rose a bit on her knees to press a small, chaste kiss on Ann's lip.
"Just say 'Enough, Kim. Go to your room", and I will go."
Her hand coontinued her travel, cupping Ann's cheek, as the older redhead shifted her gaze away from her daughter, biting her lower lip.
"That's not what you want to say, right, Mommy?" Light as a feather, the hand made her way back down her mother's body, tracing the path of the droplets, circling the other, neglected nipple, before nesting itself on the well groomed, rhombus-shaped patch of red hair that decorated Ann's pubis. Ann could only shake her head in defeat, her eyes closed, tightened, in the vain hope of distancing herself. Of gaining the upper hand. Of resisting. With her fingers whitening around the edge of the stool, her heart beating rapidly, and her cock pulsing, the last thing Ann wanted was for Kim to leave her side.

And, as if the torture wasn't unbearable enough, she once again felt the rim of Kim's teeth closing around her sensitive, sensitive earlobe.
"What do you want to say, Mommy? You can tell me and I will do it, I won't get angry..." She teased, biting again and then soothing the spot with a swift lick of her tongue, before nuzzling against Ann's neck.
"What do you want me to do, Mommy?"

A few, shallow breaths were her answer, followed by a whimper as her fingers wrapped once again around her mother's penis.
"What..." Stroke "Do you want me..." Stroke, stroke. "To doooo?"

Finally, Ann found her voice back.
"Kim, I want..." "Yeees?" "Oh, Kim, please..." another whimper, as a big dollop of lubricant went running down her dick.

"Please, suck my cock..."

"Yes, Mommy!"

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Phase one: Wear skimpy clothes. Panties optional.
Phase two: Get close and personal with mom.
Phase three: Get close and personal with mom's dick.

Finally, with her mother's explicit permission, the younger, feisty redhead settled properly between her mother's legs, her deft hand making way for her mouth.
The first contact of her soft lips with the tip of Ann's penis left both Possibles with jelly legs and loud heartbeats. 

"It's warm..." Kim smiled, her tongue peeking from between her lips to give the flesh a tentative, exploratory lick. "Tastes good, too..." One lick became two, three... each met by a moan from the older redhead. A real dick was definitely different from the toys she usually used in this kind of encounters, but the real deal was far, far better. And it was attached to a woman that loved her dearly, and wich hands found them once again in her mane of red hair, spurring her to start her ministrations again, taking the spongy head of Ann's cock in her warm, wet mouth. It seemed like her mother's dick was also bigger, almost filling her mouth to the brim with just the tip.

"Oh, Kimmie-cub... It feels so good..." The only answer she received from her daughter was a low purr that resonated pleasurably through her cock, making her jerk her hips forward and burying herself deeper in Kim's mouth.
"You feel so good..." A shiver ran down her spine "Sucking my dick, my daughter is sucking my dick!" Gone was the shame, disappeared as if by magic and replaced with a plus-sized serving of taboo lust. And no being in the universe could keep being shy with such a gorgeous red-headed beauty sucking on such a delicate part of their anatomy.

From her part, Kim was finally finding a use for her freediving training, continuing to lavish her mother's penis without coming up for breath, her tongue lathering the underside with love. And quite a lot of saliva. It took her quite a bit of effort, and determination, but finally she felt her nose making contact with a patch of red hair, the full, warm weight of Ann's balls against her chin. She held the position for as long as she was able, before finally, begrudgingly having to come back up to take a few, deep breaths.

"I love, you, Mommy." She panted, adoringly. "I love how your cock feels inside my mouth." Smiling, she bestowed a couple of kisses to the stiff organ, covered in her drool. "I'm such a slut... I've never been this wet before." Her hand went to her up until then untouched pussy, fingers diving in the wet cavern, emerging mere seconds later covered in her juices. Fingers that were raised, offered to her mother. In the heat of the moment, Ann accepted them eagerly, finally tasting her daughter's flavour.

"I love you too, Kimmie-cub. And you taste amazing, too." She smiled, her hands cupping both of her daughter's red cheeks, squishing them slightly. "And... Mommy doesn't care if you're a slut." She blushed, only slightly, as the words left her lips. 

The younger redhead could only smile at her mother's kind words, and the only way she could think of thanking her mother was to dip her head forward once again, returning Ann's cock to it's rightful place inside her mouth. At least until she could find a better accomodation for it, deep inside her cunt.

"Oh, Kim, I'm gonna... Im gonna cum..." Ann moaned, her spine arching, her hands rising up to cup her breasts, pinching her nipples. "Mommy's gonna cum in your slutty mouth, Kimmie-cub!"
Finally, after days of teasing, denial and pent-up lust, everything was brought down as Ann reached her climax inside her daughter's mouth, shooting rope after rope of white, potent sperm down her throat.
And Kim accepted it all, swallowing every single drop her mother had to offer. So new was the sensation, so good, so wrong, so forbidden, that the mere act was enough to send her over the edge too, her neglected, shaved clean pussy squirting in long, wet bursts.

When her mother's load was finally spent, the young heroine licked her lips, recovering the last scraps of her tasty, tasty lunch, before rising to her feet before her mother's eyes, tired from the ordeal. A quick peck on Ann's lips, just enough for the older Possible to taste herself on her daughter, before withdrawing.
"Thank you, Mommy. For...Everything." A smile, soft and sweet, while she left the shower on wobbly legs, her arm reaching for her bathrobe. Club Banana, of course. "I feel better already. If you want to talk, or... do other things, I'll be waiting for you... In my bed" A playful wink, a blown kiss, and she left the bathroom, leaving her mother panting on the stool, water still drizzling down her back. And with a promise.

Phase one: Wear skimpy clothes. Panties optional.
Phase two: Get close and personal with mom.
Phase three: Get close and personal with mom's dick.
Phase four: Wait.


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I'm not dead. I'm really sorry for the wait, in this last year I had to first change job, then got transferred to another structure... I hope this chapter will be enough as an apology. Thanks for sticking with me, faithful readers! I will do all I can to make sure chapter 3 won't take a year to be written.
Thank you.
