Disclaimer: All the Kim Possible Characters belong to Disney.

A/N: Before I start I just want to say that this is my first fanfic so I hope this story catches your attention.

Chapter 1

Ann Possible woke up after hearing the alarm on her alarm clock. She had to get ready for work, so she carefully got out of bed so as not to wake the other occupants of the bed.

She went to the shower to take a bath, taking off her red t-shirt and underwear. It only took her 15 minutes to bathe, she got out of the shower and started to get dressed for work, she went down to the kitchen to prepare breakfast.

After breakfast she grabbed her things to go to work, but first she went back to her room to check on the other two guys sleeping in her bed. There was just enough light coming through the window to see the sleep tousled hair of a younger redhead and a blond boy. Not that the three of them were living together, but Ann's house had become their regular hangout.

In the last year and a half a lot had changed in Ann's life, the fact that she was now a widow had complicated everything, it had been a devastating blow to Kim and Ann. James Possible had been killed in a car accident, he and the tweebs that had been a few months after Kim and Ron had married on vacation after their junior year. Ron had been there for Kim, comforting her and encouraging her to move on. They had also been visiting Ann every week to see how she was coping, it had been difficult for everyone, but they were united to face what was to come.

By their senior year of college, Kim and Ron had moved to Middleton, to be closer to family. Visits to Ann had moved to weekends due to the young married couple's class schedules, but the routine those days had been the same, talk, dinner, movies, etc.; most of the time Kim and Ron spent the evenings in Kim's old room.

Ann remembered that perfectly, something she also remembered was that one Saturday morning Kim and Ron had come down to breakfast wearing only matching robes, she also noticed that they had nothing on under their robes. Ann assumed they had had a night of intimacy.

"I guess you two had fun last night." Ann commented to them.

Kim and Ron's faces turned red.

"Mmm...mom, I can explain." Kim said.

"You don't have to apologize, you guys are married, although I'm surprised you were very discreet." The older redhead commented.

Kim and Ron simply smiled.

Over the next few days of visiting, Kim and Ron would arrive at Ann's house earlier to get everything ready since Kim still kept her key to the house. That was partly a great relief to Ann since she was working late on those days, but one thing she noticed was the amount of air freshener they used to freshen up the house, Ann guessed that they used the time she was away to have sex, and used the air freshener to dampen the smell of sex.

And indeed, her suspicions were correct. Two weeks ago, she arrived home early, everything was in order until she heard a scream from a guy caught her attention, she went to investigate where the sound was coming from, the screams changed to moans, Ann followed the moans to Kim's room, she opened the hatch a little, and what she saw made her gasp.

There, on the camera in plain sight, was Kim in all four on her bed with Ron right behind her steadily thrusting into a panting Kim fully exposed. Ron had his hands placed on her ass moving her in and out with Kim arching over the corner of her bed resting her head on his arms as she continued to pant with her eyes closed clearly lost in pleasure. Kim's hair was a mess and Ron's body was covered in sweat.

Kim arched her back more and lifted her head. "Faster! Harder! Deeper! Please give me more!" Kim begged Ron who was happy to comply.

"If that's what you want Kim, then I won't argue" Ron said as he continued to push even deeper into Kim's already soaked womb.

Ann stood silently, watching them make love in every possible position, before the insistent, her sex life with James had calmed down, the last time she and her late husband had done anything like that had been a month before the accident.

She stood there for quite a while before finally pulling out, she couldn't believe what happened, she had seen her daughter and son-in-law having sex, she knew it was wrong, but for some reason she didn't pull out sooner. She didn't know how she would look at Kim and Ron when they came downstairs. In the meantime, Ann had to forget about what she saw, so she came up with an idea.

A relaxing, personal, private bath in the hot tub. She thought it was the best thing to forget about what she saw and in turn she would take some time for herself, pour herself a glass of wine and just relax, but most importantly, forget about what she saw. The hot tub had been one of the best purchases she and James had made in recent years, not only was the heat sent to tired muscles, the plethora of water jets and massagers worked wonders on knots and sore spots. As well as other less conventional aches and pains. Some time passed and Ann was relaxing. One glass had become two, two had become three, and she had been considering finishing the bottle when images of Kim and Ron came back to her mind, that's when other needs called to her. Though she still had needs she wanted to satisfy; though because of the other individuals in the house, she didn't know if she could satisfy those urges.

For now there she was, naked in the whirlpool tub with her pussy pressed against a triple swirling jet.

Ann sank a little deeper into the water and tried to calm herself. She remembered being their age. She remembered all her adventures with James, all the times they'd sneak out of college to have those kinds of encounters. Heaven knew her parents had caught her in far more compromising positions, and James' parents, not to mention the janitor at her medical school.

Her cheeks glowed with embarrassment recalled by the memories. However, with that embarrassment came other emotions. She remembered what she had been doing when those memories occurred, and those memories along with the scene with Kim and Ron brought a very different warmth. That heat met with the frustrated need of her aborted massage, amplifying each other. Unbeknownst to her, his hand slipped between her legs, by the time she realized it, she quickly jerked her hand away, splashing the water a little. Worried that she had drawn too much attention to herself, she tried to sink further while at the same time peeking out to see the door.

It took him a second to find them in the gloom. When he did, he had to stifle a gasp. More memories of her own college years reminded her of the fantasies in which SHE had participated.

The blush took over more and more in her cheeks and Ann began to should she do? Her thoughts shifted to the scene of Kim and Ron, she was thinking about talking to them but another question popped up Would they think she had been spying on them? Her pussy throbbed in response to those thoughts.

She remembered the last time she and James had done it. Spontaneously, her imagination provided her with the image of her lips around his cock, lipstick streaks painting his shaft and drool clinging to his chin. The throbbing became more instantaneous, her body demanding attention.

It took more effort than she wanted to admit to refuse those demands. It had been so long since she'd actually gotten off. And then to see someone else getting what she craved was maddening. She felt like she was going to turn on, like her body was absorbing all the heat from the tub and channeling it directly between her legs. Slowly, her hand began to move slowly toward the water. Surely it wouldn't hurt if she just... she would make it quick, with one last glance at the bathroom door and kept silent for a second to pay attention to what was going on with Kim and Ron, hearing nothing she figured they were resting from their marital activities, reluctantly, she moved her hand unerringly across her breasts and began to pinch her sensitive nipples while the other hand moved into her crotch and began to rub her clit in small circles, minutes later she began to increase the speed and pressure of her movements.

Leaning back and closing her eyes she knew that any attempt to slow down would be doomed to failure and, forgetting everything else, she unconsciously began the soft moaning that normally accompanied her current activities.

Still with her eyes closed she sank into the tub until only her head was out of the water, but without giving pause to her activities. A comforting pleasure flowed from her fingers like a cooling breeze on a hot day, mitigating the worst of the throbbing need. That was exactly what she needed. Biting her lip to hold back a moan, she quickened her pace, trying to control herself. It began to work, her growing lust flagging as she pleasured him.

It wasn't long before her hips began to thrust as an orgasm hit her and elicited a silent scream from her throat. The scream must have been a little louder than she thought because she was just beginning to work her way to a second climax.

She began to relax. It had been a long time since she had had sex, but her body still remembered the sensation, her body was not satisfied. A new need threatened to overwhelm the fragile control she had achieved. Ann flashed back to when she saw Kim and Ron, she would never have imagined that Ron was skilled enough to make her daughter scream with pleasure. Her imagination provided new images. However, in her imagination, it wasn't Kim who was receiving attentions from Ron, it was her. An indistinct figure stood over her, one hand in her hair, the other under her ass, gripping her tightly as his cock pounded her pussy with greedy lunges. She closed her eyes as if that might block her vision. It didn't. It just seemed to create more scenery.

Her fingers were inside her still, waging a desperate battle with her growing lust. Her other hand joined her, fingers pressing against her clit with frantic energy. Ann chided herself for not bringing a toy with her. Her eyes fell on the nearly empty wine bottle that sat by the edge of the tub, less than an arm's length away. She wasn't really considering...was she? Withdrawing her hand from her clit, she reached out and grabbed the bottle. She poured the last of the wine into her glass before dipping the bottle into the water. Without allowing herself to stop and think about what she was doing, she lined up the bottle, pulled her fingers out of her pussy and pushed the neck of the bottle into place.

"Fuck! That's better. It may not be a penis, but it's thicker and longer than her fingers had been." She thought. She pumped the bottle back and forth, almost not caring if the splashing water gave her away. She needed this now. Her free hand clutched at her breast, pinching the nipple hard as it flattened over the bottle. The moans were getting louder and with work she was trying not to make a sound. In her mind she pictured Ron fucking her hard and saying all sorts of things to her, and each one made her body tingle more and more, made her push the wine bottle a little harder and harder against herself. She knew this was wrong, she knew it was so incredibly wrong, deeply screwed up on so many levels, but at this point she couldn't stop even if she wanted to. And she didn't. It had been a long time since she'd last felt like this.

Hunger. Shame. Pleasure. Lust. It all mixed together, burning through her and setting her entire body on fire. Even moving through the water, the wine bottle pounded raw waves of pleasure through her, building a throbbing, rising mass of delicious pressure that threatened to burst with each new thrust. In her mind, the bottle was a cock, a conjoined cock. She was aware that in her mind the person fucking her was not James, but Ron. He hovered over her, his usual goofy grin replaced by a confident grin that made her legs tremble and her pussy clench around his 'cock'. She didn't want to think about the implications of that, didn't want to think at all. She just wanted to feel. Eyes squeezed tight, she gave it all she had left, groping and fucking herself with frantic energy.

She was cumming. Her imagination provided the sensation of hot semen spurting out of her, filling her and her control breaking. Pleasure surged through her, shattering everything in its path as it coursed through her entire body on its way to her mouth. Only she let out a muffled scream through her mouth as she cummed.

She tried to squelch that insidious thought. In her mind, the fantasy of giving in to that idea played out, tempting her with visions of the kind of wild, risky, intensely satisfying sex that she hadn't been lacking in the last few months. Her body screamed at her, telling her she could have them all, do them all, if only she would give in. Ann tried to crush the fantasy under the weight of reason and responsibility, tried to quell it with a bracing dose of reality.

She realized that she hadn't removed the neck of the wine bottle from her burning crotch. It was still there, still filling a pussy that craved more. After a few moments, she finally came to her senses, it was impossible to have such a fantasy with her daughter's husband. Dropping the wine bottle, she crossed the edge of the Jacuzzi and grabbed a towel.

After drying off she covered her body with a robe before exiting the bathroom. Opening the door, she blushed deeply when she saw Kim and Ron standing only inches away looking at her. Both young adults were dressed only in their robes and holding hands. Ann was in shock, apparently they had overheard her in the hot tub, a huge wave of embarrassment washed over her.

Kim was the first to speak as Ann continued to stammer. "You know, you could have joined us."

Ann's mouth dropped open at this statement.

"If we had known you were horny we would have invited you over sooner Mom. Why didn't you say anything?" Kim said.

Ann looked back and forth between the faces of her daughter and son-in-law knowing they were waiting for her to respond. "Oh gosh, I'm so sorry. Maybe I'd better go get some air or something."

It was Ron that surprised Ann the most. He let go of Kim's hand and moved to put a hand on Ann's shoulder. "Don't say that, mom, this is your house, you shouldn't have to go anywhere. If anyone should have to go, it should be us for not respecting your roof. But KP was right, we would have really liked you to join us if I knew you were repressed and stuff."

Ann's head swung back and forth between the smiling faces of the two young adults and noticed that neither of them were as embarrassed as she was despite what was going on. "Ah...I guess I got carried away, I'm so sorry. I was thinking about James and I came home early and I heard them up there ... well, I guess I just reacted, that's all."

Kim smiled warmly at her mother. "There's nothing to be ashamed or sorry about mom, I used to be stressed out about some things, in high school Ron and I helped each other relieve the tension, except when one or both of us have a boyfriend, even before we ended up together. Believe me, he knows exactly what to do, when and where; and it's still satisfying."

"Believe us Mrs. Dr. P; we usually used to do it after the missions but we also did it whenever we felt stressed about certain things and the other was happy to help."

Ann was so touched by the revelation that her daughter and son-in-law had been sexually active since their high school days to calm whatever sexual tension was in them.

Ann had not joined them in bed that night, but there was a slight change in their routine. Ann discovered during their discussion that Kim had been keeping her visits because she had a fetish for watching Ron fuck another woman, and they had already talked about which woman that would be, though they certainly didn't make any sudden moves that would force Ann. However, that didn't stop the two of them from offering to let Ann join them, now Ann was silent for a moment before asking exactly what she had to do.

Kim answered before her mother did. "Nothing you don't want mom, you can watch if you want and when, and if you feel comfortable with that, just join us in bed and we'll take it from there."

That night was the first time Ann had ever seen two people make love. She had sat in her bedroom chair for almost an hour fully clothed and watched Kim and Ron do things she had never dreamed of doing, not even with James.

But that night she had only done that, watch, although after the act Ann had asked Kim and Ron to just sleep with her in her bed, to which they did not object. The next week, after the first hour, Ann remembered how she had nervously put on and taken off her clothes, slowly and hesitantly. Even after she had been naked and started playing with herself, she had just stood there watching, but she knew that, although they never stopped what they were doing, Kim and Ron were aware that she was standing there. The next week began with a repeat of the previous one, but after fifteen minutes, she made her way to the side of the bed and another five before slowly climbing in next to the other two subjects.

She still relived that moment from time to time. Kim had begun slowly and gently caressing her and placing soft kisses on her throat as Ron moved down and, after moving between her legs, began to slide his tongue along the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. She remembered her breathing becoming deeper and more erratic as her passion increased and at the exact moment she felt Kim's kisses begin to descend.

She distinctly remembered how her back had arched off the mattress when Kim's tongue reached her sensitive, swollen nipples, but that was nothing compared to her reaction when Ron's tongue began to lick the wet cleft between her legs.

Kim was right when she said Ron knew exactly what to do and exactly when and where to do it and Ann soon found herself surfing on a wave of ecstasy. She had no idea how many orgasms she had had that night, but she knew for a fact that the least of them made any she had achieved on her own pale in comparison.

That night Kim and Ron had concentrated on her and her alone and she had simply laid there, receiving the most erotic experience she had ever had. That was still happening currently, at Ann's request, they had done nothing more than kissing and fondling, she didn't feel safe to go beyond that, but they were willing to wait.

Ann snapped back to reality when the alarm on her watch brought her out of her thoughts, she was going to be late for work if she didn't leave now, as she walked out of her house, she began to wonder if any good would come of all this, she really didn't know, she just hoped she would find out soon.