Heat
of the
Moment
K.P. Lemon-aid by Lunater
Inspired by the works of Nydax
“Oh hello, Ron dear. What a pleasant surprise.”
“Hey there Mrs. Doctor P. Yeah, Kim told me to come over to help watch the kids
while she was gone.”
“Well it‟s nice of you to have agreed. Come on in.” Mrs. Possible stepped aside
and stretched out an open hand, motioning for Ron to enter.
Ron flopped inside, his feet as nearly as big as a rabbit‟s, and quickly got
reacquainted with the Possible family living room. His ears quickly caught the ominous
sound of crashing and breaking from somewhere inside the house and knew immediately
that he had his job cut out for him. “So, uh, Doctor P., where‟re the twins?”
“Ugh…from the sound of it, the terrible two must be in the kitchen.” Mrs.
Possible answered with a hand to her forehead.
“Hehe, don‟t you worry Dr. P., me an‟ Rufus can handle anything…hey, that
sounds like something Kim would say.”
Mrs. Possible chuckled, “Okay, Ron. You‟d better get to work. From the sound of
it, they‟re making their way toward the power tools. I‟ll get started on dinner.”
“Roger that Mrs. P. Rufus!” Ron called. Rufus plopped out of his pocket and
yawned. Ron placed his hand before Rufus to allow him to climb up and onto his
shoulder. “This is it, buddy.” Ron announced with a sinister tone in his voice. He cracked
his knuckles and focused his burning gaze toward the doorway from which the noises
were coming from. “Wozazatsa…hiiiya!!!” He yelled and disappeared from view. Mrs.
Possible wondered if she would ever see him again.
Mrs. Possible continued prepping the roast she had begun earlier. As she bustled
around the kitchen, Ron and Rufus painstakingly chased the terrible two around the
house, variably preventing disaster. As she finished her work, she slid the tray into the
oven and set it. She then turned with her back to the kitchen range and stared into the
house, following the dotted sounds of pro wrestling and occasional breaking furniture.
“Ugh.” she sighed and looked towards her wrist watch. “Hmm, bout an hour or so till the
roast is done…I think I‟ll take a nice hot bath.” she announced to herself as she threw
aside her oven mitts and untied the straps of her apron. “Ron!” she called.
After a few moments, Ron came hopping with a wounded foot into the kitchen,
“Uh, yeah, Dr. P?”
“I‟m going upstairs for a while. Can you handle things by yourself?” She said
with an eyebrow raised in humored confusion.
“Uh…yeah…sure, Dr. P. Me „n the boys‟ll be fine all by our…Rufus!!!” Ron
screamed as he witnessed the twins strapping his pal into a remote controlled jet plane.
As Ron bounded away to catch the terrorists, Mrs. Possible hid a smile beneath
her hand and chuckled. “Ah. So cute. I wonder why Kim doesn‟t just marry him and get
it over with.” She threw aside her apron and went upstairs.
Dr. P. closed the door behind her and leaned against it, sighing of relief. She
casually slipped out of her house dress, undid her unmentionables, and slipped into a robe
as she made her way to the tub. She ran the water, waited until it got steaming hot, and
then plugged the drain. As the tub slowly filled with water, she lit up several candles that
lay around the tub and went to the cabinet behind the bathroom mirror where several tiny
bottles of liquid were neatly lined up. “Hmm…which one…ah.” She said as she reached
for a small pink plastic vial with a rose on it. She unscrewed the cap and took a whiff,
“Mmmm…that‟s the stuff.” She nearly moaned her ecstasy as a smile slowly crossed her
face. She strolled over to the tub and poured a few drops into the faucet fall. The room
slowly filled with the scent of lavender and lychee blossoms. As the bubbles began to
reach near the top of the tub, Mrs. Possible slipped the robe off her body and slowly
waded into the pool of hot, soothing water. She turned off the faucet and settled herself
down to rest in silence.
Melting. Easing…slowing…melting. Eyes closed, body and mind fading into
nothingness, Dr. P. relished the wonderfully sweet scents that saturated the air. Peaceful
and pleasured, she began to breathe deeply, almost keeping in a state between dreams and
reality. She opened her eyes slowly and smiled as she slowly raised a long slender leg out
of the water. She took her hands and firmly ran them over its smooth, silky skin. Slowly
and gently; first, one, then the other. Then she slowly got to work on her upper body.
Starting from her hips, she firmly ran her hands over her soft belly and slipped them
across and over her supple breasts, quickly passing across her rose pink nipples, giving
them a slight shock of teasing pleasure. She then, seemingly embracing herself, rubbed at
her upper arms and proceeded to massage the tensions out of her neck. Her hands then
ran back down to lie atop her breasts. She stared at herself there, down across her
motherly range and into the collective mound of pink bubbles and calm water. Almost
involuntarily, her fingers made a few passes across her uninterested chest. Slightly
amused, Mrs. Possible smirked, „…What the hell.‟ she said in her mind. She closed her
eyes and began to gently fondle her soft, sensitive pulchritude. Her fingers lightly
imprinted themselves into her flesh, slowly massaging back and forth in a circular
motion. “…Mmmmm…” she crooned to herself and slowly slid her fingers up to take
care of her nipples which slowly grew in impatience. She rolled her forefingers and
thumbs around them, the bubble bath making them seem like four slick tongues running
themselves hungrily over her slowly tensing flesh. As her chest filled with light
excitement, she moved her left hand down to engage her womanhood in a conversation of
light and easy petting. She ran her middle finger up and down between her rousing
pussy‟s lips, slowly filling herself with a satisfying roll of ecstasy. Working together with
her slow, gentle petting, Dr. P. moved her right hand from one breast to take hold of the
other, making her forearm drape across her previously occupied breast, and giving herself
full coverage with her minimal assistance. Her right forearm panned left and right across
her right breast in a sawing motion over its nipple, giving it an intense rubdown, as her
hand worked on her left. “…Nnng!” She groaned. Her brow scrunched together and she
clenched her teeth. Her left hand increased in speed and strength as she widened her
stroke from her clit to teasing the inside of her pussy‟s tunnel. Dr. P.‟s mouth opened
wide, “Ah! Ah! Ah!” she panted as she made her motions in constant rhythm. She then
plunged her finger deep inside her pussy, ravenously mixing her insides with repetitive
intrusions. It gave her a wall of sheer ecstasy as she assaulted her hotspots with
increasing tension. Her well suddenly shifted into a violent push, “Oooh!” she screamed
as her back arched upward and she shot a steady stream of juice, hotter than the bath.
“Oh!...Ah!…Ahhhah…ah…hah…mmph…mmmmmmm….” her body pulsed with a long
set of orgasms that slowly ebbed in strength, leading her into a state of satiated euphoria.
“Mmmmmmmmmmhhhhhhhhhhh…” She let go of herself and closed her eyes. Into the
bath she sank, even her head disappeared deep below the surface of the water.
Holding her breath within the warmth of the hold, Dr. P. opened her eyes to test if
she could do so. „Nope, no stinging.‟ she thought to herself and stared toward the tuft of
red hair above her crotch. She retrieved her hand which was yet laden with a string of
love juice that slowly dissipated into the water. She didn‟t know why but her current
curiosity made her feel like a schoolgirl. „Didn‟t know it could do that.‟ she said and gave
a little giggle in the water. She then noticed something. After all the groping and sloshing
was done in the bathtub, she thought she would still hear some thumping going on from
downstairs. She heard nothing. Her head plopped out of the water, hair clinging like kelp
across her face. She brushed it aside, “Kay.‟ She thought to herself, „Back to mommy
mode, little schoolgirl.‟ she smirked as she climbed out of the water. „Gotta check on the
boys. I hope Ron‟s still alive.‟
When she was all dried off and set in her bathrobe, Dr. Possible moved over to
her dresser drawer to pick out her set for the evening. Her eyes settled on naughty little
set of unmentionables that she usually used when she was alone with Mr. P. She smiled
deviously as she pulled the hot little thing out and shoved the drawer closed. It was a hot
red sports bra with matching panties. It even had a set of stockings with red garters. She
stared for a long while. It made her feel sexy just touching it. She slipped the pieces on
tactically, making her feel like a chess pro, and strolled on over to the mirror. She rotated
right and rotated left; scrutinizing all the curves of her body, especially her perky little
ass, wondering if she had any baby fat tucked away somewhere. She then stared at herself
straight on with her hands upon her hips. She crooked an eyebrow, „Not bad, Mrs. P. Not
bad at all. Even after all these years, looks like you‟ve still got it.‟ She told herself. “Get
ready, Jimmy. We‟re gonna burn your little Bunsen burner „till you run out of gas
tonight.” She said to her currently absent victim. She then focused her ears, suddenly
hearing the muffled ring of the telephone.
“Hiya, honey!” Mr. Possible‟s voice came over the answering machine.
“Well hello, James.” She practiced her posture in the mirror, acting like some
runway model…it worked.
“Sorry, dear, but the lab‟s calling me in to do an all nighter. I won‟t be in „till
maybe five o‟ clock, so don‟t wait up. Kiss the kids g‟night for me. I‟ll see you when I
get home.” Ron‟s heavy footsteps just got to the phone when the click sounded loud and
clear. „Awww!‟ he pouted and returned to his previous engagement.
Dr P. rolled her eyes and head toward the ceiling, clenched her fists, and threw
them down in a tantrum. She then folded her arms, tapped her foot, and pouted. After a
few minutes, she settled down. “Ah, well…” She said. She was about to start taking the
hot little ensemble off but perished the thought. She enjoyed the way it felt as it hugged
her body anyway. She threw on a simple white and blue house dress and proceeded to go
downstairs.
Doctor P. was shocked. The house was clean. Not a thing out of place. When she
went to find Ron and the twins, she found them all on the sofa. The kids lay asleep, still
clutching on to a passed out naked mole rat, and Ron sat on the edge staring at a family
photo. He looked quite distressed.
“Ron?” she called as she approached with caution.
“Huh?” Ron was slightly startled. When he looked up at Dr. Possible, it seemed
as though he was about to cry. “Oh, hey Dr, P.” his voice was filled with little waves of
trouble.
“Is something wrong?”
“Ahh, no. No. Everything‟s cheesy…uh, I mean peachy.” Obviously, he was
lying.
Having had him over constantly for the many years that he so decided to drop by,
Dr. P. felt like a second mother to him and felt the need to console him. She smiled
weakly and walked on over to sit next to him. “What‟ve you got there?”
“Oh, nothing. Just lookin‟ at a picture there.” Ron placed the picture back at its
side table and hung his head.
Mrs. Possible placed a soothing hand on the back of Ron‟s neck, “Ron.” She
started, “Now, I may not be your mother, but you can still talk to me. If there‟s anything I
can do to help you out, just dish it. You can tell me anything.” Dr. P. spoke in a very
assuring voice.
“Yeah…well…it‟s about Kim.”
“Mm hmm.” She said and nodded her head. She guessed that much.
“Well Mrs. Dr. P, I dunno. I mean, and I don‟t really know how to say this to you,
ya know…being her mom and all…so I‟ll just say it. I like Kim a lot.”
“Mm hmm.” She said again.
“I mean…more than a friend.”
“Yes, Ron, I understand at least that much.”
“Yeah, well…I don‟t know…well…you were a girl once…what got your
attention when you got hitched with Mr. P.?”
Dr. Possible laughed and patted Ron on the nape, “Don‟t worry your pretty little
head, Ron dear.” She placed a few fingers on Ron‟s cheek and turned his face towards
hers. “When the time is right, I promise you, she‟ll come around.”
“D‟ya think so, Dr. P.?”
“Mmm hmm. Promise.” It was different, she thought, having a teenage boy as a
son, and Ron had never felt closer to, of all people, Kim‟s mom. So she ruffled and patted
the top of his head like she would with Jim or Tim, and kissed him on the lips…
…and stayed there a little too long…
…Why? She did not know. Maybe it was the odd closeness she felt in having him
for a fosterling. Maybe it was the fact that Mr. P. wouldn‟t be in for a while. Maybe it
was just that the house was so deathly quiet and oddly needed an upset for once.
Whatever it was…they both had an odd little feeling about them.
Dr. P. backed off with a queer, confused look on her face. Ron was wide eyed. He
may have received a kiss or two from a regular teenybopper…but never from a woman.
Dr. P. looked up and away in avoidance, even though he was right in front of her. She
then closed her eyes happily and patted him on the head again, hoping he didn‟t notice
the awkward little episode. She then spirited away to the dining room and started to bring
out the plates.
„What in the hell was I thinking?!‟ she thought to herself as she donned her apron
and tried to remain as calm as possible. The silence was deafening. As she bustled around
the table, Ron stood up and went to the doorway to watch her. He was so confused that he
moved like a mindless zombie. With her back turned to him, Ron slowly walked up
behind her, out of control of his own actions, although he was completely aware of them.
He then witnessed the most daring thing he had ever seen in his life. He slowly reached
up around her and gently grabbed her chest. He then pressed his cheek against her back.
Dr. Possible shuddered with shock. “Uh…heh…Ronnie, dear? That‟s not quite
what I meant when I kissed you.” Even she wasn‟t sure if what she said was true.
“Mmmm…no?” was all that Ron could say as he enjoyed the warm soft feeling of
a woman‟s body pressed against his.
As she was sure that he would snap like a twig if she so wished to smack him, Dr.
Possible wanted to excuse him off of her in the most gentle manner possible, all things
considered. However, when she noticed that his hold was actually quite gentle, even
almost passionate, she had to ask, “Ah…Ron dear, tell me, have you ever held Kim this
way?”
Ron was shocked. He really didn‟t know how to answer that one. “Dr. P.! No
way! I‟d never…”
“Haha…but you would with me?” Mrs. Possible looked over her shoulder with a
humorous smile. Ron didn‟t answer. His fingers began to gently massage her breasts like
a piano. “Ohh…” Dr. Possible moaned, “…I think I‟ve got my answer.” She leaned back
into Ron and held his arms against her body as he began to gently squeeze the greatly
growing melons in his hand. “Mmmm…where‟d you learn to hold like that?‟ She asked.
“Years of practice, Dr. P.” Ron replied.
“Practice?”
“Oh, you know…late nights on the Gamebox 2…hours and hours at the
arcade…”
“Hmmm…pushing buttons?”
“Mm hmm.”
“I see…” Dr. P. released her hand from holding Ron and reached down behind
her to probe his delicate underbelly. Ron gasped and held tightly to Dr. P.‟s swollen
handfuls as she stroked his soon to be manhood through his cargos. „Hmmph!‟ she
snickered at his reaction. He was definitely a virgin, reacting so easily to her touch. „I
think I‟m going to enjoy this.‟ She thought to herself. Dr. P. took one of Ron‟s hands and
placed an end of her apron‟s tie in his palm. She did the same with the other and then
commanded, “Pull.” He pulled away and the apron came loose from her body. It got him
as exited as if he were opening a Christmas present; so exited that he almost came. She
then continued by undoing the tie at her neck and the apron fell to the ground like a
feather. After that, she undid the clasp of her dress. Instinctively, Ron gave her some
space. “Ooh, is it hot in here?” She said before she pulled her garments up and off of her.
She crossed her arms over her chest and looked at Ron over her shoulder. “…Or is it just
me?”
Ron felt like he ran fifty miles per hour into a brick wall. “S…ss…so this is where
Kim gets her looks from…” He said without noticing he did it out loud.
“Hahaha! Why thank you, Ronald.” Dr. Possible replied. After a few moments of
non-interaction, Dr. P. coyly turned her gaze away from Ron, “Ronnie dear, I‟m not an
art exhibit, you know. You can touch me.”
Ron put one marshmallowy step in front of the other, nearly freezing at every
downbeat. Not really knowing what to do, he reached out and gently handled Dr. P. at the
hips. She giggled a bit, “Hahaha…oh that tickles, Ron.” He loosened up a bit and ran his
gloved hands across her soft, slender belly and touched home again to explore her warm,
sensitive breasts. As Ron began massaging his fingers into her motherly load, Dr. P.
nimbly undid his trousers with one hand. After his cargos yielded under their own weight,
she probed between his legs and took a fresh grip on his virgin meat. Once again, Ron
shuddered at the feeling he got, but this time, she didn‟t let go. She began to stroke his
cock gently, running a loose hand all over it and enjoying the feel of his hot, smooth
prick.
Ron began to pant for breath, “Hah…hah…hah…oooh Doctor P. You really do
have a surgeon‟s touch.”
“Mmm…thank you, Ron.” She replied. She released her hold and removed Ron‟s
hands from their place. She placed her hands on the table and stuck out her rear like a
bumper. “My box needs some playtime too, Ronnie dear.” Ron was mesmerized by her
ass‟s smooth skin and perfect complexion. He tossed off his gloves and began worshiping
it with his naked fingers. He ran his hands across the firm rounded goodness and caressed
each and every inch of it until he finally touched the wet little piece of heaven between
her legs. His fingers reached under her hot panty bridge and began to slowly rub her nice
warm pussy lips. His fingers examined the feel of each hot, juicy fold, each burning lip,
and finally stroked her firm little clit, making her moan, “Ooh, that‟s the spot, Ron. Right
there.” He stretched a finger between her pussy‟s lips, teasing and touching the wetness
of her insides, and began rubbing her clit in overdrive. Dr. P. arched her back and began
stroking herself across his finger in little rocking movements. Slowly, her juices began to
flow all over his hand. Ron watched as Dr. P. came into a flowing stream. When she
noticed that he stopped his movement, Dr. P. looked over her shoulder at him. She nearly
laughed when she saw the awestruck look on his face. “My my...” she began, “Look at
the mess you‟ve made. I think you‟re gonna have to clean it all up.”
He more than eagerly obliged. Ron got down on his knees and pulled her strap
aside, immediately placing his mouth upon her sweet, oozing snatch, and hungrily
swiping his tongue across her pussy‟s hot, dripping lips. Mrs. Possible soon even found
hungry to be an understatement as his tongue firmly explored across every edge of each
of her lips, constantly passing back and forth over them, giving her no rest from pleasure.
He reached up then and spread her lips apart, exposing the softer meat from inside of her,
and licked and licked like it was his last meal. He ate and sucked her so well that he
didn‟t even notice that she had cum two or three times already.
Dr. P. backed off of him and rested her cheeks on the edge of the table. She
spread her legs slightly and stared, smiling at Ron for a job well done. She motioned with
a finger for Ron to get up and come to her, so he wiped her juice off his face and rose to
meet her. As Ron came forward, Dr. P. gently grabbed his throbbing cock and pulled him
forward, aiming it towards her waiting pussy. Ron watched as his newly christened
manhood slowly disappeared inside her. “AHH!!!” Ron gasped as Dr. P. pulled his butt
forward, making him bury himself mercilessly deep inside her. “Ahhh…” Mrs. Possible
crooned with delight as she felt Ron‟s hot shaft throb and grow even more within her
body. Ron suddenly understood what he had to do next. He drew in close, embracing her
and she did the same. As he steadied himself, he slowly withdrew and then thrust himself
into her soft, loose flesh. Slow and easy at first, then he began to pick up speed,
enveloped in a hot, fiery blanket of uncontrollable, lusty pleasure. “Ooooh, good boy,
Ron.” Mrs. Possible moaned as he continued to pound himself deeper and deeper into the
depths of her hot, wet, box.
Ron took notice of the doctor‟s wanting breasts yet left unattended to. Ron
stooped forward and pulled up her bra from the center, leaving her supple, bouncing
breasts exposed for his doing. Dr. P. gladly leaned back to put him in range, as he took
hold of them. He began to massage them together, joining her nipples so he could feast
upon them at the same time. He took both of her ripe, pink cherries and popped them into
his mouth. He sucked on them, massaging her flesh with his lips and passing his tongue
firmly between them, making them flick against each other. As he continued working on
them, suddenly, he received a small splash of milk. It was sweet and tasty, unlike any
milk he had ever tasted before. He began to suckle and tongue her hot, hardened flesh
until she finally began to spill a little stream into his mouth. “AhhHH!” She was shocked
and threw her head back in reaction. “Ohh…is it good for you, Ron?”
“Mmmmm…hmmmm!” Ron made a muffled plea through his tightly shut lips.
Mrs. Possible was feeling it and feeling it hard. She felt as though her body was
exploding from the inside out. She began to breathe heavily as Ron was satisfying her
from three fronts at the same time. His tongue quickly twirled and flicked her nipples as
they were kissed and sucked by his unyielding lips. His hands squeezed and caressed the
tender flesh of her bountiful chest. And he fucked her over and over again, feeding her
pussy with all that it wanted. She was in heaven. “Ohhhhh Rohhhn!!! Ooooh you‟re
gonna make me cum!!!” She sang as she was slowly being brought to climax. “Oh yes!!!
Oh yes!!! Ooohh yeah!!!” She screamed as she began gushing like a river.
Ron felt Dr. P.‟s love juice flow all around him as he continued to fuck it out of
her. His head raised suddenly and his grip on her body became ravenous as he braced for
his own flood. Dr. Possible retracted a bit and pulled his hot shaft out of her. She
viscously ran her hand up and down his shaft, pumping his burning flesh, until gobs and
gobs of white hot cum began shooting all over her. It landed on her breasts, hot and
burning, and all over her beautiful little tuft of scarlet hair near her dripping, hot pussy.
With her free hand, she began massaging it all over herself, loving the feel of hot, creamy
spunk spread across her skin.
She thought a moment, knowing that she shouldn‟t, but she simply couldn‟t resist
hazing the little guy as she held him in her hand. „I don‟t think he knows that I love
eating James‟ freshly fucked meat. This little prick looks pretty good…oh, Ronnie‟s not
gonna like this!‟ she said in her mind. Dr. P. pulled herself up, still holding Ron‟s cock in
her hand, and seated him down on top of the table. Ron had no idea of what she was
doing or about to do. She smiled as she slowly lowered her head to his oversensitive
member and slowly began swallowing his cum drenched flesh. When Ron felt the shock
go through him, his body jolted, “Ah! D…D…DDD-Doctor P.!!!” He screamed. She
grinned as she ignored his screams and proceeded to suck all the cum from off his hot,
restless dick. Ron felt her lips firmly stroke him up and down at a nice, slow pace that
made sure he knew exactly where she was sucking him at all times. All that he could do
was lean back and writhe in agonizing pleasure. He moaned again and again,
overwhelmed by the feeling he was taking from this one small little action. She posed
there, enjoying herself, as she kept eating him and eating him, slowly without rest for
over twenty minutes, fixing a nice firm, endless kiss, up and down his shaft and making
him go crazy with pleasure. And finally, when he was about to pass out, his balls
produced a long awaited load of fresh hot cum. Dr. P. grabbed the thing and gave it a
firm, womanly grip as she manipulated his overheated shaft. She loved the feel of his
stringy, cooked spunk as she shot it all over her cheeks, her lips, and, unfortunately, her
left eye, which she immediately shut. She then closed her eyes and kissed his poor little
cock, rubbing and stroking its still hot flesh across her face. “Mmmm…Ronnie dear.”
She said as she sucked the crown of his head to take every last drop that he could muster.
“Thank you…*suck suck*…for a wonderful evening.”
Ron lay across the table panting for breath. “You burned me out, Mrs. P. I feel
sorry for Mr. P. if you ever do the same to him.”
Dr. Possible laughed a little…then something caught her nose. “Ron? Do you
smell smoke?”
“Yeah, it‟s me. I think I‟m still on fire.”
Dr. Possible drew in a sharp breath, “The roast!!!”
“Huh?” Ron came to his senses and bolted off the table. They ran to the oven as
clouds of thick black smoke emitted from beyond its door. Ron ran to grab a cup and
quickly filled it with water. “Ready here, Doctor P.!” He yelled.
Dr. Possible opened up the oven door. A small flame burst out from it as Ron
moved to fire his cup. It splashed onto the charcoal that was once a prime rib roast and
announced its demise with a violent, crackling sizzle.
Dr. P. shut the oven door and turned on the exhaust vent. “Ohhh!...” She groaned
her disappointment. She turned to Ron as he did the same. She smirked as she
surrendered her plight to the chopping board, “So, Ronnie dear…what would you like on
your pizza.”
“The usual…with a Dr. P. on the side.”