Mother's love

I don't own these characters or profit from them.


A Mother's Love
By, Clayton Overstreet


It started during Kim's summer vacation. Jim and Tim were away at camp. Her father had been secured in a secret government lab to examine the remains of the Lorwardian Battleships. She had curled up in bed early with a book and fallen asleep some time after that. Then she heard her bedroom door open and came half awake. Her mother stood in the doorway, a silhouette against the glowing hallway light.
Kim smiled. Eighteen years old and her mother still came into her room to check on her. Her eyes closed and she started to drift back to sleep. She heard her mother's feet on her carpet and the woman stopped by her bed. "Good night sweetie." She leaned down and gave Kim a small peck on the forehead.
Kim was almost asleep when she felt her mother's hand on her cheek. It was warm and soft. It felt so comforting.
Then the hand moved down, caressing her neck and collarbone, tracing small patterns with her fingertips. Kim was just wondering what was going on when she felt her mothers fingers slide under her small breasts. Kim's breath caught in her throat and she didn't dare breath. So did her mother's. But holding her breath Anne still didn't withdraw her hands.
Anne Possible was a surgeon and shaking hands didn't happen to her under any circumstances. After a moment her fingers began to softly press into her daughter's soft breasts, her thumbs rubbing small circles on Kim's large nipples. "Oh honey, you've gotten so beautiful..." She whispered. Kim felt warm breath on her face now and then her mother kissed her, sliding her tongue past her daughter's lips. Too shocked to do anything but lie there and pretend to be asleep, Kim wondered if this was some strange dream.
Anne's fingers finally moved away from Kim's breasts, tracing their way down the front of her shirt and belly. When they reached the edge of Kim's pants she lifted the elastic and slid one finger in, tickling it through the small patch of curly red hair between her daughter's legs. It sent a tingle up Kim's spine.
But then she pulled away. "No... no I can't do this." She backed away from the bed and out the door, shutting it softly behind her.
In the dark Kim's eyes opened and she watched the door until the light coming from the crack under it went out and she heard her mother's door close.

The next day Kim and her mom had breakfast like normal. When that was done Mrs. Possible left for work and Kim went to her job at Club Banana. She went in quietly and started putting out inventory.
About twenty minutes in Monique came up to her and said, "Okay girl, give."
"What?" Kim was in the middle of shelving some blue jeans.
"Ever since you walked though that door you've got this look on your face like a zombie. Is it Ron? Are you still upset because you're going to an Ivy League School and he's going to be stuck at community college?"
"Uh... yeah. That's it." Kim said. Monique looked skeptical. "Okay, maybe that isn't it. I'm not sure I want to talk about it."
Sitting down next to her Monique said, "Kim, it's me. You know you can tell me anything."
Kim swallowed. "Well. I guess. You see; there's this girl. And she's... given me some indication that she... might be attracted to me."
Monique said, "Oh." She looked away. "Anybody I know?"
"Yes," Kim said, blushing.
"And you're not interested?"
"It's not that simple. I mean I... I don't want to hurt her feelings, but it kind of caught me by surprise. You know, totally out of left field. I've never even thought of her that way."
"You've never been attracted to girls?" Monique asked. She sounded slightly surprised.
Kim looked at her and frowned. "You don't have to sound so shocked. I mean, sure I've thought about it. What girl hasn't? I'm on the cheerleading team with some of the best looking girls in school and in our routines they've had their hands all over me."
Monique grinned. "I kind of noticed, but didn't want to say anything. You and Ron and all..."
"But this... I really don't want to hurt her feelings, but I don't know about this. In a few weeks I'm not even going to be here! And this sort of thing, it's complicated."
"I can see that," Monique said. "But you know, if they love you really then this girl would understand. She'd probably be willing to let it go or even just do a one night stand or something."
"A one night stand? Come on Monique... I'm dating Ron."
"Kim, aside from a little kissing you and I both know your relationship with Ron is so not going anywhere. He doesn't even believe you're going out with him. I think everyone just thinks you are because you're way too nice to dump him and you're afraid he won't be your friend any more."
Kim looked away again. "That makes me a horrible person."
Monique squeezed her shoulder. "No Kim, it just makes you a person. You don't have to be perfect all the time, you know?" When Kim didn't say anything she asked, "So is this girl even... a little attractive to you?"
"Maybe," Kim admitted. "But we're getting into weird territory here. She's my..."
"Best friend?"
Kim smiled. "Monique, you're my best..." She stopped and turned to look at Monique. The girl looked back at her, eyes steady, hand still on Kim's shoulder. 'Her too?' Kim thought. Monique's fingers began to squeeze on her shoulder.
"I'm sorry if I upset you Kim. I thought... I thought you didn't notice and I wasn't going to bring it up." She shifted her weight a little. "I know it's weird and after what went on with Ron... you really are my best friend and I didn't want to jeopardize that. But I guess since you noticed and you brought it up, there's no use pretending any more."
"Monique?" Kim said.
"It's okay Kim. If you're not into it I understand. It's just... you're so perfect! You're good at everything, we have so much in common... you know half the girls in school are totally in love with you."
"They are?" Kim asked, eyes wide.
"Oh yeah. I've been in the girl's restroom especially after the games. I've heard half the cheerleaders and regular students talking about how they weren't gay, but would do you in a heartbeat. You're cool, athletic, smart... who in their right mind wouldn't want you?"
"I don't know what to say," Kim said.
Monique smiled. "It's okay. You don't have to say anything." Monique leaned in to hug her and Kim hugged her back. It felt awkward, but why? This was Monique. Nothing had changed since the last time they'd talked. It was just that now Kim knew something she hadn't known before.
It occurred to her that neither of them had moved for several minutes. Monique had her chin resting on Kim's shoulder and her hands were rubbing up and down the red head's back. Occasionally she lifted one finger and ran it though Kim's hair. Kim wasn't sure what to do and turned her head, seeing only the side of Monique's hair. Her cheek pressed into Monique's and it was like brushing against satin.
Finally Monique broke away and stood up. Kim looked up at her and then Monique reached down offering her hand. Kim hesitated, but as Monique pulled away Kim reached out and took it. Monique helped her up to her feet and pulled Kim towards one of the changing rooms in the back of the store.
"Won't... won't we get into trouble?"
"They never check the security cameras unless the manager tells them there was a problem. And I'm the manager," Monique said. "Besides, we don't have cameras in the changing rooms." She pulled Kim inside and closed the door. Bother girls were shaking and breathing hard.
Monique sat Kim down on the bench next to the large mirrored wall and stepped back. While Kim watched she unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it off, revealing a turquoise bra. "So Kim, when did you figure it out? I mean sure I dressed up for you, hoping you'd notice, but what gave me away?"
Kim felt a giddiness work it's way though her and she couldn't help smiling. What could she say? "Just a feeling. Why did you like me?"
Monique peeled off her skirt, revealing matching panties. "I told you Kim, you're practically perfect. I tried dating guys but they're all such... boys."
"What about Wade?"
"Kim, remember that love ray?"
"Oh, right." She felt her mouth go dry. Monique walked towards her, shaking her hips. Kim stared. Monique was in nothing but a bra... panties... and looking down she saw high-heeled shoes. She sat down on Kim's lap and put her arms around Kim's shoulders. Leaning forward Monique brought her face forward and for the second time in twelve hours Kim felt a woman kiss her. Monique ran her fingers through Kim's hair, rubbing her scalp and tugging on the red tresses.
With Monique's chest pressed against her and lips working at her mouth, Kim just sat there for a moment. But then she began to reciprocate. She moved her hands up Monique's thighs and firmly grabbed her butt. Monique moaned and wriggled against her, breaking off the kiss. "Oh Kim..."
"Monique... I'm leaving soon, like you said-"
Monique brought a finger to Kim's lips. "Sh, it's okay Kim. I told you. Just that kiss made it so worthwhile. And... and I'll be here. When you come back. Or not. If you don't want me then this could be some crazy fling. If that's what you want." She cupped Kim's face in her hands. "You have time to think about it. Best friends forever?"
"Best friends," Kim said and pulled her into another hug. But this time Kim's fingers moved around Monique's back, unfastening her bra. While she did that Monique reached down and began tugging up Kim's shift, bunching it up under her armpits and over her breasts.
"No bra? Wow girl... your nipples are huge!" Kim's nipples were hard and red and stuck out two inches from her small breasts.
Sliding off her friend's bra Kim took a good long look at Monique's chest. The nipples were wrinkled and a dark chocolate color, with pink highlights in the skin. They stuck out proudly as Monique arched her back, hardening under Kim's gaze.
"Oh girl, don't just look." She reached down and took Kim's hand, bringing it up to her chest. She squeezed Kim's fingers around the curves and rubbed against her palms. "Yeah, just like that." Letting Kim's hands go she reached out and touching Kim's breasts, tweaking her nipples. "Even better than I thought."
Kim had to admit that it felt good. Monique's touch sent waves of goosebumps over her body. And the feel of those soft but firm mounds in her hands was really turning her on. Monique kissed her again, this time sliding her tongue into Kim's mouth.
Then dark brown hands slowly moved down and started tugging at the front of Kim's tight jeans, frantically trying to unbutton them. Kim felt the button come loose and heard the zipper pull down. Seconds later eager fingers started rubbing between her legs, pressing into the cloth of her own plain white panties. The small room filled up with a musky smell and Kim felt herself getting wet under Monique's eager touching.
"Monique..." Kim moaned. Abandoning the breasts Kim lay back. The black girl grinned and leaned down to suck one of Kim's nipples into her mouth, causing Kim to groan again. "Monique... have you done this before?"
"Yes," she said. "Have you?" Kim shook her head.
Monique grabbed the edges of Kim's pants and underwear and pulled down hard, exposing Kim's skin to the air and light and leaving the clothes bunched up around her ankles. Then she pulled off her own panties and held them up for Kim to see. Kim saw a dark spot in the middle of them and smelled it. Then Monique dropped them and moved her hands between Kim's legs again. Kim moaned as searching fingers found her vagina and slid into her.
It only took a minute for Kim's hips to buck and her insides to spasm. When she did Monique pressed her face between Kim's white thighs and started licking at her with increasing fervor, pushing her face against Kim's skin as hard as possible.
Kim finally stopped moving and Monique smiled up at her. "Kim, I've wanted to make you do that for a long time."
Kim smiled in a dazed way. "I liked it too." She put her hand behind Monique's head and pulled her up. Then Kim rolled over and onto her knees, pushing Monique up against the mirror. While her friend looked down at her Kim caught a glimpse of herself, peering around Monique's thighs. She also saw Monique's ass reflected next to her.
"You know, my manager could have my job for this. The store is supposed to open in twenty minutes."
Monique grinned. "Oh come on, you know you're always rushing off to save the world. Besides, I think if you sweet talk me I could put in a good word for you."
Kim reached up, wrapping her fingers around Monique's butt and pushed her face up and into the line between them. Planting small kisses she let just a little wetness touch her lips and cautiously licked them clean. It didn't taste bad. Now assured she pushed up and slide her tongue in, licking Monique with strong sure strokes of her tongue.
Reaching down to grab Kim's hair Monique groaned and felt her legs go wobbly. "Oh Kim, yes! Work it girl!" Suddenly she screamed, her hips pushing back against Kim's face. "Yes! Yes! Yes!"
When Monique slumped forward Kim pulled back, looking up at her. Monique collapsed into Kim's arms and they sat there on the floor, just holding one another.
"Still friends?" Monique asked.
"Best friends," Kim said.

Back home Kim ordered pizza and it arrived just before her mother got home. They sat on the couch, turning on the television. Mrs. Possible asked, "So Kim, how did your day go?"
What could she bring up? Not last night. "Monique and I... had a talk today. Apparently she's had a crush on me for a while."
"Really?" Anne asked. "Well who could blame her sweetie?"
"That's what she said. Apparently a lot of girls at school liked me. I just... never noticed."
"And what did you tell Monique?"
"We agreed we'd always stay friends." She waited until her mom had a bite of pizza in her mouth and then said, "And then we had sex in the changing room."
Anne choked, pizza sauce coming out of her nose. Coughing and choking she grabbed a napkin and started wiping her face. Voice rough she said, "You're joking!"
"I swear on the head of Mickey Mouse," Kim said. "She told me how she felt, said she would be happy with doing it just once, and that if I decide to do it again later she'll be waiting."
Nervously Anne asked, "And how was it?"
Kim smiled. "Not bad."
"Have you ever... you know, done it with a girl before?"
"Not unless you count my fights with Shego. Between the pinning and slapping and everything she and I could probably sell tickets to our fights. Possibly for a lot of money if we did it in pudding or something." She saw Anne's eyes glaze over. "Mom?"
"Huh? Oh sorry."
"You ever sleep with a girl?" Kim asked.
She nodded. "When I was younger. But then I met your father. I... I love him a lot you know."
"But sometimes you miss women?" Her mother nodded. "I guess I can understand that after today. Monique is pretty hot, don't you think?"
"Kim a lot of your friends are pretty hot," Anne said. "I mean, I've seen you practice cheerleading in the back yard."
Kim smirked. "Bet that lead to a lot of fantasies."
"Oh you have no..." She stopped. "Look, I'm feeling a little tired. I think I'm going to go to bed. Long day at the hospital." She got up, picking up her plate of half eaten pizza and headed for the kitchen. Kim listened to her as she went upstairs and started her shower.
Kim waited almost three minutes, but finally she slipped off the couch and upstairs. Slipping up to the bathroom door she pressed her ear against it. She heard a muffled moan from inside. Feeling guilty she cracked the door open and peeked through the crack. Behind the steamed over glass door she saw her mother's shape, hands between her legs and back pressed against one wall of the shower.
"Oh yeah... just like that..." Anne whispered.
Kim closed the door and backed out. I really reminded her of what she had been doing that morning. She hurried downstairs and sat back on the couch, focusing on eating her pizza. "What's the matter with be? Yesterday I didn't even really think about this stuff. Now I'm spying on my mother." Then again, her mom had started it.
Two hours later Kim was flipping through channels. There wasn't anything on so she decided to go to bed. When she got to the top of the stairs though, she paused, hand on the banister. It couldn't hurt to go take a look could it?
"This is so wrong," she muttered even as she snuck towards her mother's room.
Anne Possible was under her blankets, eyes closed, breathing heavily. Kim slipped into her room, closing the door behind her. Cautiously she worked her way over to the bed and pulled back the blanket. Her mother was naked, lying there on the sheets, eyes closed. Kim couldn't help thinking, 'Why couldn't I have gotten breasts like those? Instead I got Nana's.' Mrs. Possible's crotch hair was shaved into a thin stripe leading right to her clit. Reaching out she ran her fingers over her mother just like she'd done the night before.
As soon as she began cupping Anne's breasts Kim heard her mother's breath catch. Before she could move the women's eyes opened and looked right at her. "Kim?"
"Mom... I was awake last night," Kim said. Her mother bit her lower lip, not moving.
Kim stepped back and slowly started taking off her shirt while her mother watched. Then her pants. Finally she moved back to the bed, naked and slipped one leg over her mother's body, straddling her thighs. Reaching up she grabbed those perfect large breasts and gently massaged them.
"Kim, don't..." She started, but then her eyes closed and her back arched.
Kim leaned down, sucking hungrily on her mother's tit. She wanted to be gentle and cautious, but she couldn't help herself. Sliding against Anne's body she moved until her face was over the line of curly red hair leading to her crotch. Reaching out Kim ran her fingers over that soft furry patch, tugging and playing in it. "So beautiful."
"Kim, you shouldn't do this. It's so wrong." But Mrs. Possible's legs were opening, letting Kim see her pink wet pussy.
Kim's fingers slid into her mother, pushing in and rubbing inside until they hooked on the shelf at the front. Her mother screamed, hips slapping up and down. Kim licked between her fingers, sucking up the spilling juices.
Reaching down Mrs. Possible grabbed her daughter and pulled her up. She paused for a moment to suck on Kim's tits, but then moved her up until Kim's thighs wrapped around her face. Kim rubbed her pussy against her mother's face, moaning as her clit was sucked between firm lips. "Mom... I'm going to... I'm... ah!" She came and felt her mother licking it up eagerly.
"Oh Kim, you taste so good." She brought Kim down again, holding her in her arms.
Snuggling up against her Kim rubbed her mother's body and kissed her.

Neither of them talked about it again, but they still did it. Playing around the house, trading kisses, and occasionally just throwing one another to the ground and going at it.
Mrs. Possible was surprised when Kim brought Monique over one day. Both girls were dressed as cheerleaders.