Requested by: Apotheosis0

A/N: This story gonna be a lemon tree aka lemons connected loosely by a bit of story in-between

I hate this… out of all the people with powers why do mine have a side effect? The Go family, that lizard girl, and Crocks Nocable all get powers and can do as they please but I need to hide underground when my pheromones are ready. Why can't they just work for me? I get to extract sexual arousal and it's not even for me…. Oh god I'm glad it isn't for me I'm glad mother ended up making out with the neighbor instead of me.

Sigh… Alright Drew same old same old just drain your pheromones… you can do it… why are they not coming out?...

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Did I get the wrong day? No it should be now… I refuse. I will not walk away and go check the calendar… but there is coco moo by the calendar in the fridge… nor and Shego talked about this as soon as I get distracted it's gonna happen its the world messing with me… but it is coco moo. Coco moo here I come.

"Son of a gun come on world why do you hate me I control plants you should love me. I didn't even make it four steps."

'Oh well the area above me is just a sleazy hotel… I hope I mean it only has one room booked in Middleton. Who knows maybe it will help some poor woman with a cheating husband when he falls in love temporarily and outs himself. Should only last a week or so and they'll never know it was me… but might as well make it invisible dont want my switch to good crumble over this. Oh well I'll just lock it down to the room I booked earlier. I can't believe they have the controls for the hotel's vent in the basement and anyone can come down here.'

Hotel room

"Ron, this is getting ridiculous. I love that you don't want to hurt Kimberly's feelings but a hotel? How is it sneaky having me sneak out of my home to drive to a hotel at 9pm."

"Sorry Mrs. Dr. P but I really need you… oww help. I just don't want KP to get depressed again. Especially since I'm getting hurt."

"How'd you even get this room didn't you just get off the mission you said it would take you at least an hour?"

"I've only been here like two minutes longer than you. It was weird. The hotel manager recognized me for saving his son and said I could stay the night in the room of a no show for free."

"Ron… sigh. I'm glad you love Kim that much but you need to take better care of yourself. I can't see if anything is wrong with you without equipment Ronald you need to go to a hospital one of these days."

"NO!!! Sorry but I can't… I don't want KP like that ever again. I mean she still hasn't recovered… I feel like I'm walking on eggshells around her already. If she knew I was getting hurt she'd try to come back or worse start blaming herself."

"Sigh I wish those aliens never came."

"I wish I was stronger...or let go sooner."

"Ronald Dean Stoppable what have I told you. You did your best and the only thing to come out of an entire alien invasion was a broken leg."

"Sorry…"

"Lay down and take off your clothes young man."

"Yes ma'am."

Ron tried taking off his clothes but was too sore and hurt to do it by himself so Anne had to help him. By the end Ron had tears in his eyes. Anne eyed up the rather large bruises covering Ron and felt sick. Ron definitely didn't have it easy.

"Ronald I get you're not as agile as Kimberly but you have to dodge Killigans golf balls better."

"Not him this time. Some of Drakken's old synthodromes were found by Jack Hench and he upgraded them. Global Justice didn't do a good job cleaning up the spaceship; they had some of the technology the aliens had."

"Things just keep getting tougher huh… Don't worry Ronald Kimberly will be back on her feet soon. Now lay down, I'll go get the ointment."

"Thanks Mrs. Dr. P."

"Kimberly's been missing you a lot. She's been thinking all those late night missions are you avoiding her."

As Anne was grabbing the various ointments and bandages to use on her daughter's boyfriend he was laying face down on the pillow. Ron had picked the place at random after his mission but it seemed respectable. It was already eating at him that he was inviting his girlfriend's mother and pretty much the woman responsible at raising him to a hotel. His conscience would never leave him alone if it was a motel or 'that' kind of hotel. Ron's thoughts continued to linger, freezing everytime just breathing was a problem.

Ron never noticed that things weren't quite right. His face down face hid him from what was now troubling the older woman. Anne had the very unfortunate experience standing above a vent as green poured out of it. Anne took the full blast as the nasty looking green gas blew into the room leaving nothing untouched except for the pillow Ron's face was pressed into.

Anne just let her hands travel across Rons back, giving him a light but pleasant backrub. From the small of his back down his thighs to his calves, and then back up again as Ron hissed at the ointment worked his wounds. Anne found herself enjoying things a little too much. She soon forgot all about dressing Ron wounds and bruises and starting rubbing him enjoying the feel. Anne loved rubbing Ron, especially his legs. Ron's body had definitely benefited from all the cardio he's done in highschool. The thought snapped Anne out of her trance. She couldn't believe she was enjoying herself while feeling her daughter's boyfriend. She watched Ron grow up from a kid playing in a treehouse to what she had to admit was a fine young man. The normally sweet woman's thought quickly derailed as she started exploring his body again.

Something in the redhead was set off and she found herself blocking Ron's ears much to his confusion. Anne felt so wrong doing it but she pretended to dip ointment on Ron's neck and covering his ear again. Anne couldn't get enough of smelling Ron. It was intoxicating to her the more she sniffed the more all the doubts and wrong giving she had about what was going on flew out the window. Anne had to stop herself. She felt drunk off the smell, almost forgetting that she was pretending to point ointment on Ron's neck.

The ointment doing its job had got Ron and even if it was from pain his groaning was getting to the red headed matriarch. Anne didn't even notice her hands and found its way below the belt.

"Mrs. Dr. P. Is everything alright? You haven't told me to flip yet."

"Everything's just fine Ronald… have I ever told you I don't really like you calling me that it feels so formal like we're not... close."

"Sorry uhh… Jane."

"How do you not know my name Ronald?"

"Huh… I've only ever called you Mrs. Dr. P since I was a kid."

"My names Anne Ronald of course we're family you can call me mommy. Now flip over it's time to get your front"

Ron thought nothing of what was just said and didn't even take notice of Anne's use of the word mommy. He complied with his command, taking his head away from the pillow, getting to breathe in fresh air as he turned around to see Anne. Ron was having a hard time seeing what he did, never seeing the older woman as anything but a motherly figure. The more he stared at her the better she was starting to look. Even in an oversized Tshirt Ron knew belonged to her husband and brain pajamas Ron could swear he could still see her curves hidden. The thought he just had sent Ron to overdrive. He was so busy wondering what the fuck was wrong with him he failed to noticed Anne was checking him out too. Anne felt excited about the way Ron was looking at her. She couldn't help but smile seeing how Ron was looking her up and down despite her wardrobe. Anne wasted no time. She pulled Ron up, sitting him up on the bed before sitting on his lap wrapping her arms around him and giving him a kiss that quickly turned to a full blown make out session.

'This is amazing! I am making out with Mrs. Dr. P! I am kissing my girlfriend's mother! Wait, I'm kissing my girlfriend's mother?'

Ron pulled his mouth away from Anne in horror. Turning to spit and what both of them knew was over dramatical gagging.

"Wait, wait. We can't." Anne kept her arms around Ron savoring the taste on her lips.

"But why? Don't you want it?" Anne asked.

"NO, of course I don't. You are my girlfriend's mother."

"I can tell you want to Ronald your poking me. I want it to… badly."

"Just because that's happening doesn't mean I want to…"

"I've watched you grow up Ron you're looking at me like you look at Kimberly."

"Okay okay okay but just because we both want it, doesn't make it right."

"What makes something right? And what makes it wrong? If two people both want something doesn't that make it right?"

"What is wrong with you? Of course it's right… Wait no no it's not alright this is bad."

"It's two consenting adults. It's simple, you want me, I want you."

"You have a husband and I'm dating your daughter."

"Ron… You don't need to look me in the eyes for this."

"W-wha.."

"You aren't into green eyes? Is it my age? Am I ugly to you?" Each of Anne's questions was finished with her grinding herself on Ron and getting closer til their lips touched.

"No Mr… Anne that's… none of that is a problem. You're beautiful, any other straight guy would be crazy to say no to your advances. You take care of yourself and uhh..."

"Do you want to touch them? You called me out of bed. Ron grabbing a bra wasn't on the top things to do. Do you like them? Their hard and waiting just for you. Just lift my shirt sweetie."

"I-i…" Ron couldn't help himself. It didn't help that he has started a staring contest with her nipples poking so prominently out of her shirt. Ron's trembling hands made its way to Anne's chest hesitating before gently touching her chest. Anne didn't wait anymore and went that small distance forward to close the kiss.

Ron's body stiffened at first, evidently shocked. As Anne pressed her lips against Ron and wrapped her arms slowly around his shoulders. Ron soon relaxed and began to kiss the older woman back while feeling her up. Anne couldn't believe what a kisser he was. His lips were amazingly soft and just moist enough, and as the tip of his tongue gently probed hers she nearly buckled at the knees with pleasure. His hands, too, seemed to know just what to do, feeling her up slowly but purposefully, as if trying to find the exact spots to make her tingle. Anne was more than a little vocal of her pleasure as Ron pinched her nipples, just hard enough to excite, not hard enough to hurt. Her tits have always been sensitive, and Ron was growing better playing that sensitivity til he was a pro. Him just enjoying himself leaving Anne no choice but to enjoy herself was driving Anne crazy. Over twenty years of marriage and Ron had already done something James never did. Focus on her pleasure and really touch her.

'This is wrong. But it feels so right! What would KP think?' All these thoughts and more were racing through Ron's mind and right out as he explored his best friend's mother's mouth and worked her breast to hear more of his new favorite sound.

Ron pulled away from the kiss, suddenly pulling Anne out her trance of enjoyment.

"Anne… t-th...ai can't think… can I touch you please."

Anne didn't reply and deep down Ron knew the answer but he waited patiently getting slightly nervous at the answer. His nervousness broke the accidental expert hold he had on hands breast. The switch from being so firm and absolute to accidental roughness and pulling was too big a contrast even for the much more experienced Anne. She melted into Ron's touch barely able to mumble her consent as she squirmed to his touch.

Hearing the magical word was all Ron needed. He had to stop himself from immediately going after Anne's pussy. It took everything in hum to make his hands wander lower and lower, he soon reached Anne's waistline, and with that the bottom of her t-shirt. His hands traveled under her shirt, making contact with her bare skin and back up teasing her breast. The feel was a thousand times better to both of them without the shirt in the way. Ron couldn't help it any more he felt like he needed to touch Anne but he didn't want to just leave her chest.

Ron going so slow and building up to it was driving the older redhead crazy. She could feel herself twitching down there. The thought of Ron touching her and exploring to find her spots was driving her crazy. She wanted to take control but something about being dominated and led around by the inexperienced Ron was driving her crazy. Ron's genuine desire to give her pleasure was speaking to her.

Ron's hand finally made its way to Anne's opening. The touch was so light and gentle Anne almost thought she had imagined it. Ron had froze after feeling her making Anne smile.

"Ronald, it's okay. You're not gonna hurt me. Don't focus on trying to get me off your doing... amazing at that. Don't worry about me explore as you please, it'll help me get off."

Those words was the switch that activated Ron. Anne found herself the one on her back. Ron was in pain moving so wildly but that didn't stop him nearly ripping her clothes off. Anne had to stop him taking no small pleasure in being able to make him act so wild. She also took pleasure seeing Ron's reaction to seeing her in nothing but her lace panties. Ron slid those off himself seemingly enjoying doing so. Anne could still see the hesitation in Ron's eyes. She never knew his eyes held so much emotion and beauty. She found herself distracted as his hand made its way to her pussy. This touch felt much better and Anne was stingy immediately letting Ron know her enjoyment. Anne closed her eyes relaxing into the bed as Ron touched her.

Ron was laser focused more than he had been in anything in his life that wasn't life or death. His hands roamed the older woman's body, taking pleasure in hearing her moans and watching her body react to him. Ron found himself obsessed with the older version of his girlfriend's body. Ron was taking mental notes on everything that brought her pleasure from biting her neck hard or dragging his tongue on her nipples. Ron was enjoying Anne's mouth while caressing her body when Anne melted. Anne's climax hit her hard leaving her out of breath with her normally sharp blue eyes glazed over.

Ron couldn't help it as he saw how wet Anne was. He found himself in between her legs, tongue beginning to outline her lips, her breath getting shorter and quicker. Ron started to switch between licking her clit and sliding his tongue in deep. Gauging her reactions as he did. His hands slid up her inner thighs and the index finger on both hands slid into her spreading her pussy open. His tongue firmly worked her clit and fingers sliding back and forth stimulating the sides of her pussy. Anne's hand moves down onto Ron's head pulling his hair tightly. Ron could tell she is getting close, his head bobbing with the pressure of her hands. Allowing her to control his mouth and tongue as used him to climax again. Ron couldn't help but take note of what she did, sending a few licks at her clit to get her going. Anne orgasmed in waves this time and with each new one her pussy got creamier. Her taste was amazing, and Ron found himself slurping up as much as he could. After about four or five intense releases Anee let go of her grip on Ron's head. Ron was so hard it hurt and he found himself staring hard at Anne's pussy. He was sure if he'd ask he'd get a no so he decided to ask for something else.

Anne's mind went completely blank revealing the experience. She had become a master of faking her enjoyment from her husband's stiff matter of fact love making or at least she thought. She didn't have to hear herself to know Ron would be able to tell if she ever tried to fake it with him.

"A-Anne…"

Ron took the older woman's grunt as a sign she acknowledged him as he said nervously "c-can I have a b-blow j-job?"

It took Anne a few seconds to process Ron's question which woke her up. She couldn't believe she allowed herself to do that. She'd had the best foreplay she ever gotten in her entire life and was gonna pass out leaving Ron without anything. Anne used this new found motivation to get up and kiss Ron passionately sitting him down on the edge of the bed as she stood in front of him. Ron moaned at the feeling of her soft hand around his hard shaft and again when she squeezed harder.

Ron released a sound that could only be described as a whimper when her hand wrapped tighter around him. Ron jerked his hips and gasped when her hand slid up and she rubbed her palm across the sensitive head of his cock.

"Let's get you taken care of," Anne said softly as she once again began stroking me. Still working Ron's cock with her hand, Anne pulled his boxers off and slid up closer between his legs breaking the kiss to get on her knees. Her face was now level with Ron's cock. Anne licked her lips and kissed the tip of Ron's manhood. Ron was lost in pleasure as Anne kissed down his shaft while playing with his balls. Anne's nails teasing his balls paired with her soft lips on him was driving Ron crazy; it was so much better than any feeling he'd ever felt before.

Opening her eyes Anne bent her head over Ron's manhood while looking him in the eye. She opened her mouth and wrapped her red lips around the tip of his cock sucking on it aggressively. Anne went all the way down having no problem taking in all of Ron's sizable prick. Watching her handle him with eye contact still maintained was speaking to him. His legs were shaking and he felt the need to cum. Anne released Ron's cock with a loud slurping sound and smiled at him. Anne opened her mouth showing off the precum Ron let out before swallowing it. Anne went back down kissing the head before waiting with her mouth open. Ron for his credit got it instantly taking control and pushing Anne down on his cock.

Ron cried out as my cock exploded. He'd never cum this hard and his hips began thrusting into Anne's eager mouth. Anne moaned and her eyes rolled back in her head enjoying the taste and the smell of Ron. She didn't stop taking control again and sucking on the almost spent cock using her tongue on the sensitive under side forcing Ron to cum again.

Ron fell down onto the bed. He felt completely empty and his bruised ribs was killing him. In the heat of the moment he couldn't feel a thing. Anne was beyond happy as she watched Ron. Just cleaning him up had gotten him hard and fully ready to go.

Any discomfort was quickly forgotten as Anne pulled Ron up into a hard kiss. Letting go of his hair, Anne wrapped her arms around his shoulders, her legs around his waist and guided Ron down to her pussy. The duo moaned as the head of Ron's cock slid through Annes wet lips. Lifting her hips, Anne pressed her pussy to Ron's cock and drove it in.

They both cried out as Ron's hard cock slammed into her pussy. Ron couldn't help but moan into her mouth at how hot and tight she felt. Ron froze from the pleasure of keeping his cock buried inside her for a moment as her tongue was dominant in his mouth. Anne started moving her hips into Ron, sending his cock plunging deep inside her. She continued to move her hips, fucking Ron til he woke up and tried his best to match her pace despite his injuries.

"Ron you're hurt sweetie I appreciate the effort but just lay down and let me do the work. You don't always have to try and please."

"The Ronman always tries to please his lady's."

"Oh am I your lady now?" Anne's question went completely unnoticed by Ron as her actions screamed at him. Her nails was digging into his chest and she was leaning forward so much his prick was in pain.

"Oww… yes."

"Yes what."

"... Ma'am?... Anne? Lady?... fuck ahh I don't know! Beautiful?Mommy?Lover?"

Ron felt like he was about to break as he came. Anne had amped up as Ron was panicking and the pain and pleasure brought them both to cum.

Ron passed out immediately leaving Anne to clean the both of them up. Anne couldn't help but have a bad feeling in the pit of her stomach and it wasn't that she'd just slept with Ron. Anne checked the entire room making sure their wasn't anything hidden before going to the bathroom everything seemed normal til Anne put her phone up to the mirror. Anne was too tired to care about being civil. She smashed the mirror being careful not to hurt herself. Behind the one way mirror was a camera recording in the direction of the bed. Anne was about to smash the camera when an idea hit her. Anne put the camera I'm her purse and joined Ron on the bed. Being the parent to a world famous teenager teaches very quickly to always trust your gut and be suspicious.