The trio took an ordinary cab from the airport to the wharf, where a modern but modest yacht was waiting for them. Shego liked to keep as low a profile as a green girl could in places where she had no plans to misbehave, so she could keep vacationing without interruption by law enforcement types. As long as she was here on legitimate business and caused no real trouble, the locals were content to leave her alone... according to her, at least.

Once they were underway, Kim manouvered herself between Shego and the wheel and offered some token snuggling before asking if she could drive. The villainess made the most of it, letting her hands wander while nibbling the teenager's ear at irregular intervals. When Ann jokingly complained about Kim's lacklustre piloting due to the distraction, Shego all but shoved the younger redhead aside and offered Ann the position.

Initially taken aback, Ann smiled and silently took the villainess up on her offer. Aware of Kim's wide-eyed stare, she leaned against the small portion of the seat available between Shego's thighs, let the villainess wrap her arms around her waist and instruct her on the basics of boat control.

"Think you've got it?" Shego whispered in her ear when she was done.

"Mm-hm," Ann hummed, by now aware of the heat emanating from between the green girl's legs and not minding in the least.

"Let's see if you can handle it any better than your little girl." The black lips at Ann's ear moved down a smidge and planted a slow, gentle kiss just behind her jaw, while hands spread across her belly. As the mouth started moving down Ann's neck, adding nibbles to the repertoire, the hands explored the curves of her belly and hips, threatening to follow the borders of her thighs to where they met, before diverting down to the hem of her skirt and pulling at the fabric to reveal more than just the elder redhead's knees.

The lips on Ann's neck, having reached her shoulder, travelled upward again at the same rate as her skirt; once they reached her jaw they sucked gently on that curve, while the hands worked their way under the fabric they were holding up until the skirt fell back down, obscuring them.

From the corner of her eye she could tell that her daughter was transfixed by what she was seeing, but she forced herself to keep her attention on what she was doing rather than the mouth on her neck and the hands sliding up her bare thighs, even though it felt-

"Ah," Ann gasped suddenly, "Claws, Shego. I'd rather not have them... well..."

"Oh, they're good for one thing," the villainess assured her. There was a tug, a quick rip, and Ann shivered in excitement as she felt the gusset of her panties fall away to hang loose from the rear.

"I thought you were going to behave," Ann told the green girl as she kept her eyes fixed on the compass in the dashboard.

"You can tell me to stop, anytime," Shego responded with a wicked smile. "So can Kimmie. Speaking of whom..." the offending hand left the warm confines of Ann's skirt and reached over to the flushed teenager. "Would you mind, cupcake?"

Kim chewed on her lower lip as she pulled the clawed glove off her lover's hand, only to watch it return to its former place under her mother's skirt. Ann felt the gentle stroke of bare fingertips, back and forth, closer and closer, until she felt a finger almost enter her as it was drawn along the length of her moistening slit to rest on her clit.

Ann gripped the wheel tightly as Shego gave that magic button a brief twirl before going back to stroking the wetness below. Every time a finger nearly slipped inside, the hand paused to give her clit another brief bout of attention, until her body was quivering in anticipation for the next one. The nibbling on her neck never stopped, and it was only a matter of time before Shego's ministrations provoked a purr of fullbown arousal from the older woman.

The villainess groaned hungrily in response even as she checked their course. "Your mother's got more self-control, princess. Enjoying the show?"

Kim's voice was breathless. "Oh yeah..."

While Shego chuckled lustily and returned to her nibbling, Ann looked directly at her daughter for the first time since this had begun. Kim's eyes were locked to her crotch. All she could see was Shego's hand moving beneath the fabric of Ann's skirt, but it seemed to be enough to have her completely flustered and squirming, her thighs held tightly together...

Two shocks hit Ann simultaniously: Kim wanted to touch herself, and she was resisting the urge for her mother's sake.

Her consideration wasn't nearly as surprising as the realisation that it was completely unnecessary.

This was how Ann's control of the vessel finally wavered. Shego reacted immediately, giving her crotch a final pat before removing her hands entirely. "Well, that's momma Possible's limit, I think. Why don't you go sit and catch your breath? I'll take us the rest of the way."

Ann stood upright and tried to compose herself, wondering if her face looked as flushed as it felt. "You owe me a pair of panties," she pointed out as she stepped aside. The statement provoked an audible gulp from Kim's direction.

"I'll steal ya something nice," Shego assured her with a wicked smirk and lascivious wink, before curling her tongue around the middle finger of the hand that had been doing most of the work under Ann's skirt. "Mmm. Once you taste a redhead, you never wanna go back. Lucky I've got two!"

The neurosurgeon chose not to respond, moving instead to her former seat... and crossing her legs when she got there. Kim returned Shego's glove, then hesitated until her mother patted the seat beside her.

"Kimmie," Ann began as her daughter settled next to her, "It's okay for you to be a little less... restrained."

That took Kim by surprise. "Um... can you be more specific?"

Ann smiled and specified, "I mean if Shego and I are doing something and you want to masturbate, go ahead and masturbate."

"Oh," her daughter replied sheepishly, "Okay."

"You did seem to be every bit as, shall we say, stimulated as I?"

"It was just so sexy. Erotic. I could see what she was doing, but I couldn't see it, y'know? I guess that's what makes dresses and naughty underwear so hot, isn't it..."

Their conversation was interrupted. "Did you bring the dress?"

"Yes, Shego, I brought the dress."

"What dress is this?" Ann asked.

"I was wearing it during our last fight. You'll see it, don't worry."

"Very sexy," Shego volunteered.

Ann giggled at her enthusiasm. "I'll look forward to it."

"You will?" Kim asked.

Her mother looked her in the eye and said, "Baby steps, bubble-butt. Although... there is something we could do right now, if you want..."

"What's that?"

Shego didn't hear a response. A moment passed... and then there was a smack. Then another.

The villainess glanced behind herself... and then twisted around, the wheel in her hands forgotten, forcing the yacht to veer sharply. Kim, who was already leaning slightly over the side of the boat in her position across her mother's lap, might have gone overboard if Ann hadn't been prepared and was holding her tight. "Eyes on the road, Shego!" Ann scolded almost sincerely, and Kim burst out laughing as her mother went right back to spanking her.

Shego brought them back on course, cursing silently and reminding herself that she was playing with twice as much fire as usual.

They reached their destination as the sun set. It was the southern coast of an island large enough for palm trees and a stream. Their cabin was built at the treeline in the center of a small, secluded cove, one end of which had a jetty for the yacht. There was enough of a clearing around the cabin, for the solar panels on the roof to catch the sun all day, as well as to keep it safe from falling trees in stormy weather. The front room was a combination of living room and kitchen, behind which were two bedrooms.

"No bathroom?" Kim asked.

"There's a shower and a fancy porta john around back," Shego explained.

Ann took her turn as Kim went to use the fancy john. "What's the plan for tomorrow?"

"Toasting, swimming, fucking," the villainess brazenly declared, "Maybe not in that order."

"I'm glad Kimmie hasn't picked up your potty mouth."

"Oh, she has; but she only uses it while we fuck each others' brains out. It's really hot to hear Miss Perfect cuss while in the throes of lesbian ecstacy."

"Why do I get the feeling this weekend is going to be one big teasing contest," the elder Possible muttered as she shot the green girl a deprecating look. She now expected to hear her daughter's voice tonight, repeatedly commanding her lover to fuck her, most likely at Shego's own urging.

"Sexual innuendo, too," the green girl added as she checked the contents of the fridge, before adding in as innocent a tone as she could manage, "Would you prefer grapefruit or watermelon?" Ann sighed in mock despair, but Shego continued, "No, really, we didn't have dessert and we've got both in here."

"Watermelon, by all means," Ann told her, amusement still in her voice.

When Kim returned, they took their watermelon slices out into the twilight, munching the cold crisp fruit on the beach as they watched the stars come out. Out in the middle of nowhere, the sky seemed bright despite the lack of a moon.

"One time while I was down here," Shego said softly as they gazed upward, "You could see most of the Milky Way. It was like a long, glowing cloud. The mist around every star you can see is actually more stars. Two hundred billion stars strewn across the sky, like sand on the beach. It was pretty awesome. Made me feel..."

"More real," Kim finished for her.

"Yeah."

Ann watched their hands find each other while they continued to stare at the heavens. It was a touching moment, similiar to a memory from when she and James were dating... except he had been more knowledgable about what they'd been looking at. She could remember some of what he said, but she wanted to let Kim and Shego's moment last for as long as it could.

At the same time, she wanted to join them. To share the feeling rather than observe it.

After a moment of internal debate, she stepped over to the couple and took Shego's other hand. The green girl looked at her with the most sincere smile Ann had ever seen on her face, before they both turned their faces back to the sky.

"I remember James telling me about the universe," Ann told them, "The age and scale of it all. The level of creation and destruction going on every second, in our galaxy alone. That there may be as many galaxies in the universe as there are stars in our galaxy. At first, it made me feel so small." She sighed contentedly. "Then I remembered what a miracle it was that we were even able to grasp such notions in the first place, that we are capable of understanding the grand scheme of things. That we're so special, despite being such infinitesimal specks of the universe."

"That's why you went into brain surgery, isn't it?" Kim reasoned.

"It was either that or cardiology. James showed me there were other things I could do with a heart." A pause. "Which reminds me, I should give him a call... and then I think I'll turn in. It was a long day at the hospital. Good night, you two." Giving Shego's hand a final squeeze, she released it and headed back inside. Kim diplomatically remained silent about forgetting to remind her mother to make that call, choosing instead to step in front of Shego and pull her arms around her as she leaned back against the older girl.

Ann made her call, unpacked, then undressed. She paused as she heard the girls' voices; apparently they were still outside, but... the neurosurgeon shrugged. Sex under the stars was one thing, sex in the sand was another. Let them find out for themselves, she decided with a chuckle.

She'd made herself comfortable in bed when the sounds of foreplay migrated to the other bedroom, and while the girls did get louder as things progressed, it didn't last for as long as Ann initially suspected it would. Time spent apart and the lack of any need for restraint made the event intense but brief. She read the trashy lesbian romance novel she'd bought especially for this little trip as it went on, and turned off the bedside lamp when it was over.

As she drifted off, Ann decided she was looking forward to seeing what tomorrow might bring. After a solid eight hours of sleep.