Chapter 1 - Discoveries

That was it. That was the moment the red-headed heroine lived for. The residual adrenaline still pumping in her veins after a successful, butt-kicking mission, the roar of the wind in her ears as she waited by the plane's hatch for the uniformed man to signal her. The feeling of weightlessness merely half a second after the soldier raised his thumb, diving in the sky-sea head first. The cheerful laughter as she pirouetted mid-air, steering toward the rapidly approaching shape of her house, sitting quietly in Middletown's suburbia. 

The cheerleader-turned-heroine waited until the last moment before pulling the cord on her shoulder, opening the parachute and slowing her descent from terminal velocity to a gentle fall. 
It took her just a few minutes to fold the parachute back into it's backpack, leaving it on the porch. There would be more than enough time to stash it back later. For now, she needed a bath, badly. And some nice personal time with her favourite shower head, come to think of it.
Shego would call her later that evening, to gloat about how Kim failed to apprehend her and how she was able to escape at the last moment from the collapsing building, Kim would respond taunting her about being unable to complete her evil plan, and the discussion would eventually lead right into phone sex, with the redhead stroking herself through her satin panties while listening to the green-skinned villainess moaning on the other end of the line.

But that was hours away, and she was horny NOW.

As she absentmindedly entered her recently renovated bathroom, outfitted just last month with the best Jacuzzi available on the market, Kim Possible suddenly became aware of quite a lots of things:
Her mother, Doctor Ann Possible, was inside her bathroom.
Her mother was naked, sitting with her legs spread on the tub's edge, facing her.
Her mother was masturbating, moaning softly with her eyes closed, stroking one of her nipples with her left hand and her penis with her right.
Her...Wait, what?

The young Possible took a step back, her head and back banging loudly against the door. Loud enough for her mother to stop molesting herself and look up, meeting her daughter's gaze.
For long, long seconds, the only sound in the bathroom was the dripping of the water from Ann's hair, both redheads holding their breaths, staring right into each other's eyes, both blushing furiously, from the humid air, from embarrassment, from shame, and for one of them, from nearly released pent-up desire. Until Kim's gaze flickered downward, and the petrifying spell was broken. 

"KIM!" "MOM!" Ann covered herself with her hands, her erection deflating rapidly, diving under the water to hide herself from her daughter, who was too busy covering her eyes with both her hands to even try to leave the bathroom, her brain sizzling as it tried to understand what it just saw. Her mother had a penis, and a fairly big one, even given her scarce experience in the matter. She was definitely bigger than Buzz, her own battery-powered boyfriend. Kim took a deep breath, shaking her head and cleaning her throat before speaking again, her voice croaking slightly. "Mom, what...?" "I'm sorry, Kim." Her mother interrupted, hugging herself under the soapy water. "I thought you would come home later... With James away for work, I thought... I clearly wasn't thinking straight. I'm sorry." She was still blushing furiously, but rapidly finding her footing again. She had to be the mature one, as if her daughter didn't catch her jacking off like an horny teenager. "Could you... Go and brew some tea? I'll get dressed and we can talk about...this" The young heroine nodded, glad for the excuse to leave offered by her mother. "Sure, I'll go. I'll wait for you in the kitchen." And she was gone, faster than the wind.

Busying herself in the kitchen, Kim had the chance to think for a bit, while the electric boiler did it's job. She raked every single memory with her mother. She had never seen her naked before, even when the older redhead helped her bathe when she was little. When they went to the beach, she always wore some kind of pareo or skirt. 
While she had to learn how to cope with menstrual pains from a very young age, her mother breezed through the months like it was nothing. And how about that time she went to the bathroom right after Ann and found the toilet seat propped up? There were hints all over, she really had to be blind!

Finally, her mother made her way into the kitchen, clad in a long sleeping gown, her red hair still damp. As she seated herself at the spacious table, she looked like she wanted the earth to open up and swallow her whole, which probably wasn’t that far fetched.
“So…” Her voice trembled, and she had to clear her throat before continuing “I’m guessing you have a lot of question right now.” Kim could only nod, sitting down before her mother, setting a mug of steaming hot tea in front of her. 
The young heroine took a long sip from her own mug, and sighed “Let’s start with the obvious point.” Her brow furrowed, as she searched the right words. “I’m guessing you’re not my real mother?” 
“Well, no. Not in the real sense of the word.” She nodded, before surging forward, clasping her free hand around Kim’s as she saw the younger redhead’s eyes starting to cloud over. “Don’t worry, Kim. You are most definitely my daughter. I dare anyone to say otherwise! I just…didn’t give birth to you. I guess you could say that I am your...father.”
“Oh.” Unconsciously, Kim squeezed Ann’s hand, deep in thought. “Then… Who is my mother?” The whole thing was too much to properly digest. She just wanted to take a freaking bath, and maybe have some fun with the shower head, damnit! Now her world was certainly being rocked about, but not in the fun, slightly sticky way she wanted!

Ann took a deep breath, the last of a long series, before answering. “I really wish your father was here for this discussion.” She shook her head, slowly. Sadly, James was currently on the other side of the planet, at a tech conference in Bern, and unable to help with the problem “You see, when your father was born, his parent named him Janine, just like mine called me Andrew. We met at a trans support group in Uppertown, and started dating shortly after.” 
Kim leaned on her elbows, feeling the room spinning a bit. 
“So, My mother is my father… And my father is my mother?” That was a lot to digest. ‘This is SO the drama!’ She shook her head, gulping down another mouthful of tea, hoping it would calm her. Or at least keep her from fainting.
“Pretty much. I’m sorry it took this long to admit. And that it had to happen this way. We wanted to tell you as soon as you were old enough, but… I guess your tendency to kick down doors took care of that.” Ann smiled, trying to lighten the mood, and her heart felt a ton lighter when Kim blushed brightly. 
“Moooom!” The younger redhead bended forward, almost banging her forehead on the table. “I already want to disappear, you don’t have to remember me that.” She raised her gaze to her mother when she hear her chuckling. “What’s so funny?”
“You called me ‘mom’. Nothing has to change.” Was the older red-head's answer. She took both of Kim’s hands between hers, her green eyes gazing into Kim’s teal ones. “We may not be the most traditional family, between me and James, and you going around saving the world. But we still love you dearly, Kim, I hope you can see that.”
“I...I do. Thanks, mom.” Kim nodded, squeezing her mother’s hands, before standing up to clean the table. Once the mugs were washed and set to dry, she turned to the older redhead, clearing her throat awkwardly. “Can I… Can I have a hug?”
Ann smiled sweetly, stepping forward and opening her arms. “Of course.”
Kim wrapped her arms around her mother, exhaling softly. Her mother’s hugs were warm and soft, just like she remembered them.Their bodies slotted together like pieces of a puzzle, her shorter height making her breasts slot themselves under her mother’s, her nose nuzzling Ann’s neck. That was good. World-toppling revelation or not, nothing was going to change

Except when it did.

“Well, fuck.” Kim laid in her bed, wide awake, staring at the ceiling of her room. There was something nabbing at the back of her brain, something that prevented her from sleeping.
It had been a week since her fateful encounter with her mother and the resulting chat. Her father had come back from his conference, stayed just the necessary time to have another heartfelt talk with the young Possible, and left again for a research station somewhere in the artic. Her mother continued using her bathroom, and she learned to knock. Everything should be back to normal, yet she was, unable to close her eyes.
There was...Something. An...Itch, deep inside her belly. She knew very well what it was.

Kim possible, eighteen years old cheerleader, part-time heroine and renowned world saviour, knew she was a slut. She loved sex, loved the dirty, slightly sticky melding of flesh, the thrills of doing so in dangerous (or public) places. Her various bouts with Shego often ended in bed, under crumpled, green satin sheets. Her weekly visits to Monique always left her with wobbly legs and a satisfied smile. She had pulled a favour with a prison guard to organize a visit to Adrena-Lynn in jail, and what resulted was the best hate-sex she ever had.

Finding her silky nightie to be excessively smothering, the young heroine almost ripped it from her body, shuddering as the cool night air teased her hardened nipples. As her hands started to wander, the redhead closed her eyes, biting her lower lip as her fingers stroked the over-sensitive bundle of nerves perched atop her sex, before dipping into the warm, wet cavern below. "Mmmhyesss." In her mind's eye, her imaginary lover was always Shego, pale skin and a cascade of dark, luscious hair, pleasuring her with her fingers and tongue. This time, she realized with a shudder as her fingers hit just the right spot, it was different. So sick and wrong it left a churning in her stomach totally unrelated to arousal, but feeding it like a gallon of gasoline on a bonfire. She imagined a neatly trimmed rhombus of red pubic hair grinding against hers, the same she saw in the bathroom just days before, her lover's hair short, the same shade of her own instead of Shego's midnight black. Kim Possible bit her lower lip to smother her cries of pleasure, as the biggest, most wonderful climax of her young life wrecked her body... 
As she imagined being impaled on her mother's cock.

"Oh, boy..." Deep, ragged breaths, as her heated, sweaty body started to cool thanks to the cool night air. She lifted her offending hand to her face, playing with the clear liquid covering them for a couple of second, before her brain finally realized the scope of her actions.
Eyes wide as plates found the ceiling once more. "This is SO...THE...DRAMA."


[This is the first multi-chapter story I'm writing, it started as an idea and simply got too big to write and post it all in one go. 
Kim Possible hungers for her mother's dick. What will she do? Tune in next time for a new chapter full of incestuous goodness ;)]