Timmy & Vicky Go To The Mountains... Sorta

Where Timmy Has A Dream Come True:

Disclaimer: The Fairly Odd Parents and all associated characters belong to their respective creators and owners, not me. I receive no compensation whatsoever for this story. I do not condone drinking, drugs or any of the sexual activity or situations in this story. It's a fantasy.

At first Timmy was disappointed. The drawers where his parents kept their toys was empty. He figured they must have taken everything on the cruise, he didn’t suspect Cosmo.

Vicky had known what was in those drawers. She wasn’t surprised. She had already been in that room and had taken the Turner’s checkbooks, spare credit cards and Mrs. Turner’s jewelry. She knew she had a couple of days to turn everything else into cash before anyone noticed. The Turner’s still had a nice little balance in the bank, too. Had.

“What’s up, Timmy?” she asked sitting on the bed.

Timmy went to another drawer, found what he wanted. It was his mom’s special nightgown. Filmy, sheer, green. Expensive.

“You gonna’ put that on, now? Give me a little show?” Vicky laughed.

“No, you are. And I’m gonna fuck you while you’re wearing my mom’s nightie.”

She lay back on the bed, holding the nightie up to the ceiling light. Admiring the quality. “You’re just a little pervert, aren’t you? So, what’s in it for me?”

“Oh, I got a little surprise for you… big surprise, actually.”

“OK, but close your eyes until I tell you to open them.”

Timmy smiled. Normally closing his eyes around Vicky usually lead to bruises or danger, but this time he did as he was told. There were sounds, drawers opening, closing. Sounds. Then a voice. “Open your eyes, Timmy dear.” It wasn’t his mother’s voice, not exactly, but it was close. Damn close! It would even fool people who didn’t know his mother well. It had fooled Principal Waxelplax on the phone earlier that morning before Timmy’s “cousin” Vicky showed up with the note.

She wasn’t wearing the nightgown. Purple and white shirt. White polyester slacks, white heels. Every day mom clothes. Her brown hair was long, the flip on top, the long curls on the side. Timmy recognized one of his mom’s wigs, she had several. Vicky didn’t really look anything like Mrs. Turner, but when he turned the light off… It was enough.

She lay back on the pillows and writhed suggestively, erotically getting into his fantasy. “Why not?” she thought. Saying “Little mother fucker, that’s what you are. Just a little-motherrr-fuckkkerrr. Fucker. Fuck her. Wanna’ fuck her, fuckkkk yer’ mother?” Yeah, he never heard his mom talk dirty before. It made him crazy.

Timmy stood there, stroking his cock. Somehow it was bigger than Vicky remembered. “Whoa, you holding out on me, dude?” in her own voice. Then in her Mrs. Turner voice, “Oh Timmy, Timmy darling. Show me what that wonderful thing of yours. It’s so manly, more than your father’s shriveled little peanut.”

He pulled up his mother’s shirt, closed his eyes and began mauling Vicky’s breasts. They were smaller than his mom’s, shaped differently, but with his eyes closed… yeah. His mom’s tits. Good enough! Yanked down the mom pants, exposing the big white mom panties she usually wore.

Timmy leaned in closer, the swollen head of his cock, nearly twice as large as Vicky remembered, toucher her lips as she playfully ran her tongue over the tip, the pee hole. Timmy stroked faster, faster, then released his load on her brown wig, slashed a cum line down the front of her slacks to the crotch. Over and over he came in waves, fouling the fantasy of his mother, till he was done cumming. Vicky discarded the wig and blouse which were now sodden messes. Stepped out of the too large mom panties. Naked, she leaned over and sucked the head of his fat cock, feasting on the last of his spew. She smacked her lips in enjoyment.

She was a cum covered mess and loved it, but still said, “Ugh, let’s take a quick shower, we’re behind schedule.”

Timmy straightened the blankets. His parents probably wouldn’t notice the cum stained sheets, they were lax in changing them anyway. He thought about the cum covered wig and clothes, shrugged. He’d get Cosmo to wish/clean the room and its contents later.

Vicky was in a hurry, so their shower was a shower… mostly. Some slap & tickle, but mostly business. When they were done, she told Timmy to wait for her in the car.

She’s had an idea. While he took his bag down to the garage, she rearranged the bed. Spread the sodden mom clothes out and placed the wig on the pillow like an invisible Mrs. Turner lay there, a well fucked little housewife. She pulled an envelope out of her handbag. It was addressed to “Mom & Dad” in Timmy’s handwriting…

Or at least it looked like his handwriting. She had originally meant to leave it in the kitchen. This would be better!

She smiled, turned out the light, went into Timmy’s room, rifled the drawers and closets, pulled out a few items that made her smile and met Timmy downstairs.

As I said, a babysitter knows where you keep your secrets.