Mother's Day Gift

It’s early Sunday morning, the sun had not yet come over the horizon when a bleary-eyed Ann awakens to an unfamiliar silhouette looming over her. The darkened form straddling her thighs says nothing...only a warm, weighty protrusion resting against her shaven mound gives Ann any clue as to its intentions. Ann smiles up at the silhouette…obviously someone has come early, beating the crowd of greeting cards and breakfast-in-bed-toting well-wishers.

The day before, deep within the bowels of Drakken’s not-so-secret liar, Shego squints her eyes, grinning as the two younger Possible siblings push into her from above and below. She doesn’t know what it is about these two…the vigor of two young men maybe…their ginormous rods...but she just can’t get enough of them.

Shego: S-so, lemme g-get this s-s-straight. You t-two need a g-gift for muh-mommy and y-you're fr-fresh outta ideas. Th-that about r-right?

Jim and Tim: (in unison) Pretty much.

Shego: Uh-huh. And y-you thought of m-m-me?

Jim and Tim: (in unison) Yep.

Shego: So, wh-whh-whuh...

Shego's entire body quivers, filled to the brim as the base of the two brothers' shaft simultaneously press against her.

Shego: Ohmyfuckinggawd!

The twins withdraw at the same time, pausing when the thickest portion of their shafts are just inside her, teasing the green supervillainess. Shego half-purrs, half-growls...

Shego: Wuh... Wh-what's in it f-for Shego?

Tim: Us.

Jim: Whenever...

Tim: Wherever...

Before they can even react, Shego reaches downward, above and below her, grasping the base of either Tweebs' shaft.

Shego: And in whatever position I want.

Both of the young men shudder, wide-eyed with surprise, their voices squeaking and cracking as they go up an octave.

Jim and Tim: (in unison) P-pretty much.

Hours later, covered from cheekbone to knee bone in the Tweebs seed, Shego looks on as the twins dress themselves. On her back, on her knees, one in each hole, both in one hole, one at either end...they definitely have the whatever down. The whenever and wherever, however, remains to be seen.

Digging in his pocket, Jim produces a key chain, dangling it towards the well-ridden-looking bad girl. The green, raven-haired woman gestures toward herself, pointing with pair of goo-covered index fingers.

Shego: Uhhh, hello? Supervillain. Since when have I ever needed a key to get into your house?

Later, at the Possible residence...

Ann’s smile wavers, eyes going wide as the specter leans forward, reaching toward her neck. A clicking noise beneath her chin startles her…she hadn’t even noticed the leather collar around her neck. Ann lets out a nervous giggle as the specter tugs at the leash...a roll of the hips and the bulbous protrusion slips down into Ann's thigh gap.

Shego: Happy Mother's Day, Mrs. Possible.

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Original Art by Gagala

Edits by Phillipthe2