RSAHNP - Trish Mankey’s Night Out! (Patreon)

Hey everyone.

I hope you will enjoy this little piece of written work that I have made for you. Please understand that all characters in this writing are of legal age.

I hope that you all can find some level of enjoyment. Please note that it contains explicit content, but since you follow me and my work, then you probably guessed that already. ❤️

I hope you will show understanding since English is my second language, and mistakes will happen eventually.

Yours truly

Hammer

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Trish Mankey was sitting in her office at home and stairring at the screen of her smartphone. She had already found the number she was gonna call... it was the number of one of her friends. Andrea Stoppable. Another housewife in Middleton. One of the rare ones who was still married to her first husband... but she was still not pressing the green call button on the screen.

Trish planted her face in her hands... she had really messed up this time.

Trish Mankey was a grown woman. She had long blonde hair that had slight wavy curls and a gorgeous body.

She was a divorced former stay at home housewife, but... those ‘Happy days’ if you decide to call them that- were long gone... if they even ever existed. Fortunately. She had gotten a literal fortune in the settlement. Since her husband had been at fault, he hadn’t had much choice in the matter. And the judge was on her side.

She didn’t have to live frugally, but she wasn’t a big spender, not even when she was married. And the amount she got in the settlement would have her live comfortably for the rest of her life.

Only downside...

She had lost her family. Almost.

Her twin daughters Desiree and Bethany had stayed with her... but her son... whom she used to be rather close with, had abandoned her. He preferred to stay with his father.

She wasn’t against the idea of the kids associating with him, not at all.. but the fact that Josh had been so blunt and called her names as he departed to stay with her ex.... That hurt.

Her daughters had been quick to comfort and console her. They all knew what their father had done, and the twins had her back. They had stopped talking with their dad. And now that they were over 18 they had all the right to do so.

Trish had told them that their father, petty as he is, might end up disowning them from his will.

Dee: Why would we care if our daddy disowns us, BeeBee?

 Bee: I think mother only thinks about our future, DeeDee.

The twins had this weird way of talking to others, by talking to each other... it could almost sound like one was an unknown part of an act.

Her twins were quite the lookers, and also... identical to the last beauty dot. And to make matters worse... They dressed as if they were clones. They had the same hairdo, they talked the same way, they had the same voice... They even shared the same clothes.

Trish had given up on ever being able to tell them apart, so she asked them to at least wear a necklace with their initials on it.

 The girls had protested, and they wanted to pick out the necklace at the store. Trish had agreed to this and the girls each chose a choker of a similar color - black.

But each one had a golden locket and each with an engraved letter in a sharp color. Trish could... at least from the front now, tell the difference.

The girls had graduated from Middleton High this summer, so she had reason to spoil them a little with some expensive jewelry. They also each got some fancy golden hoop earrings. Trish even bought a set for herself. They were quite charming.

But she almost wished that she hadn’t taken the girls shopping. Because it had been then... and there... that she had run into... him...

Trish remembered it like it was yesterday.

Trish and the girls decided to get an ice cream. And not two minutes after Trish had stumbled into another person at the mall. She had fallen over him and when she opened her eyes, she found out she was staring into the big brown beauties of Andrea Stoppable’s son... Ron Stoppable.

Trish had gasped... their mouths had been so close that their lips touched, and she had been straddling him like he was her lover. Her hands were on his shoulders and she only slowly moved away from him. His hands had been all over her ass and... it was really exciting to have someone touch her again.

The boy had grown consistently over the last few years. He was not only tall... his shoulders were broader, his chest was massive, his arms were as thick as thighs and you could do your laundry on his abdomen. His legs were massive and were as clearly defined as carved out tree trunks, and he looked to be both well nourished and well kept by whoever was the fortunate woman that called Ron - her man... Trish felt a cold sting of jealousy...

Trish: Ron...? Oh gosh Ron I am so sorry... I really didn’t mean to...

Ron had smiled a careful smile and said: That’s okay Mrs Mankey... it was just an accident. I could just be a little more careful where I walk.

DeeDee and BeeBee came to help their mom.

Bee: Ooooooh, did you see how shameless our mom mounted our crush, DeeDee?

Dee: I sure did BeeBee. I see we share more with mom than just our smashing good looks.

Bee: Right you are DeeDee. We also wanna mate with the same man.

Trish: WHAT?! Oh girls, girls, I just fell into him! It really wasn’t anything else... Ron... t-truly you jest! I have known the boy since he was just this tall!

She held out her hand showing a much lower height than herself.

 Trish: R-Ron isn’t ever gonna be interested in an old woman like me... I mean... not that he ever would look my way to begin with...

Trish turned more and more red in the face.

Trish: I mean... he shouldn’t look my way as... I am too old for such a young and handsome boy... I mean... Not that I find him handsome... Uhhh, not that he isn’t handsome- because he is- Urgh I mean you are Ron, really handsome! The hottest man I’ve ever seen and...

Trish facepalmed herself again and good for her, because she was at present crimson red in the face.

Dee and Bee smiled at each other.

Dee: Gee Ronnie, we think you have smitten our mother with your charms, ain’t that right BeeBee?

Bee: Oh you are completely right DeeDee.

The twins had moved past their mom and had each gone for one of Ron’s arms. They both looked up at him with their big gorgeous eyes.

Bee: Ronnie, did you know that our mother hasn’t been out on a real date since her divorce 4 years ago... aint that right DeeDee?

Dee: Spot on, BeeBee. She would surely benefit from a wild night out and about. She’s been very moody and temperamental these last few weeks, right BeeBee.

Bee nodded eagerly: But some time alone with Ronnie would surely chase away any dark clouds on dear mommies mind, right DeeDee?

Dee: Just a few seconds with Ronnie makes every day better and shiny BeeBee. Ron: Uuuuh, what?

Trish finally came to her senses. She was still pink in the cheeks but she looked firmly at her girls.

Trish: Girls, stop pestering the poor boy! He has about a trillion better things to do than take out an old lady like me.

Ron: Actually...

Ron held out two concert tickets for a Jack Meyer’s concert. The famous guitarist and songwriter.

Ron: I just won them in the lottery over in the music shop. They were the first prize. Would you like to go as the other ticket Mrs Mankey? The concert is tonight.

 Trish blinked. She knew little to nothing about Jack Meyer or his music, but... she hadn’t been out and having fun in years... in fact... she longed for it.

Trish: Oh... oh Ron please... uh... Why... Why don’t you take one of my girls instead? Dee: If Bee isn’t going, then I am NOT going!

Bee: And if Dee isn’t going, then I am NOT going either! And also mother, you are being rude, ain't she DeeDee!?

Dee: Very rude, BeeBee! Ron invited mommy, not us! Shamelessly rude. Bee: Terribly rude.

Dee: Ron, you should spank our mom for being this rude!

Bee: Indeed! Spank our mommy for being rude!

Trish blushed deeper. She looked at Ron’s face. Frankly she would love to go but...

Trish: I... I... well... uh... I am not sure I have anything to wear... I mean... what do people wear to concerts these days?

Dee: Geeh, mommy, we are at a mall, aren't we BeeBee?

Bee: We sure are, DeeDee! We could easily buy mommy a dress for the concert, and some shoes and a belt.

Dee: And then have her look all great for Ron and the concert, right BeeBee? Bee: She will look like a million bucks, DeeDee!

Ron: So uh, do you want the other ticket and go with me, Mrs Mankey? I could pick you up at 7

Trish blushed and... something took control over her brain... she truly... TRULY... wanted to go... but she couldn’t! It was Ron Stoppable! Andrea’s and Jon’s boy! It was ludicrous! He was the age of her own son! She had to say no! No of course. But not bluntly! She had to be sweet and kind and gentle and simply decline the otherwise sweet invitation... just say no girl... just say no...

Trish: Yes please...

She blushed deeper when she realized she had answered. She could sense her shoulder angel facepalm herself, and she could feel her shoulder demon dance on her other shoulder.

Ron: Great uhm... then I’ll pick you up 7 sharp. See you then. See ya girls.

 Dee&Bee: Byeeeee Ronnie!

The girls looked all smiles at their mom who was still blushing like a sunset.

Trish: I can’t believe you girls just set me up with Andrea’s and Jon’s son! How could you? The poor boy! He didn’t deserve this! He must think I am some kind of creep!

Dee: Or that you are drawn to him like so many other women of Middleton, right BeeBee.

Bee: Surely DeeDee. If Ann Possible, Grace Solomon, Maria Renton and Tonnie Rockwaller, just to name a few in mommy’s age group can hang with Ron, surely our mom can as well.

Trish looked a little less unhappy when she remembered. It was true, Ron had gathered himself something of a harem... and he was not discriminating because of age...

Trish: But... but... What should I even wear...?

Dee and Bee both looked at her with barracuda smiles. They pulled their mom into the store Club Banana. And here they tried on a myriad of different dresses. Trish had never seen such low cuts or short lines over the thighs. Many of the designs were so lewd they looked like something you only saw on television.

Dee and Bee kept pulling the next lewd and sexy design off the rack, but as she tried more and more, she realized she just couldn’t go to a concert looking like something walking off Lowerton’s streets. At least... not that much.

She found a dress. A short, yes, and very hot dress, but... it was simple, strapless and stopped shortly over her thighs.

It was neon pink and her girls brought her a loose black leather belt that had silver speckles on.

It looked very... youthful and... even Trish had to admit that she... liked how young she looked in the mirror.

They also got her some black heels and some stockings she could wear to the concert. Just if it got a little nippy.

Trish actually had a lot of fun, and as they paid for their purchase and walked back home... they caught a glimpse of Josh Mankey... Trish’s son... he seemed to be trying his luck with some girls walking by... but... alas the girls wanted nothing to do with him.

Trish couldn’t exactly blame them. Josh looked like something out of a bad movie about rappers and gangsters and the like. It was mildly put; an indecent look on him.

Either Josh didn’t see them and walked away... or maybe he did see them and tried to hall ass. It sorta brought Trish down. She was sure that Josh acted this way because of his fathers influence. He was once such a good boy...

 Dee: Don’t mind Josh, mommy.

Bee: Right... he’ll just have to face realities himself. And he will... someday.

Trish looked at her girls... when the situation was serious enough they were kind enough to speak as normal people... and for that, Trish was very thankful.

They shared a hug, before they went home. —————————————————————————————————————

Back home the girls had a blast.

They were playing some playlists of Jack Meyers most famous music and to Trish’s great surprise, she loved the music. He had a great and kinda hoarse voice and he was fantastic on the guitar.

The man wasn’t bad looking either.

While the music was blasting the girls were busy prepping. They showered together and the girls decided that their mom better shave her pussy, just to show Ron her dedication.

They walked around naked for a while, while they picked out the right underwear to go with the dress. They decided on one of Trish’s newly purchased thongs. The black one.

Dee and Bee had heard a rumor that Ron LOVED thongs and when his girls wore them. Trish was not a fan of thongs, and hadn’t really worn them. But she was willing to do it this one single time.

She put it on backwards which made her girls giggle.

About ten minutes to 7 she stood and felt really ready. Honestly, she had had a blast getting ready for this... now she only dreaded that it would all have been for nothing, and that Ron would cancel last minute like her ex husband used to do.

But no... when her old clock struck 7 they heard the doorbell ring.

Bee stood up from the bed where she and Dee had been looking at their mom. The girls too were wearing hot sexy dresses and high heels. They had been caught by the atmosphere and wanted to play along.

They too had gotten their makeup done and set up their hair.

Bee opened the door, and there stood Ron. He was dressed nicely in a fancy shirt and blazer and a pair of ragged jeans. He looked fantastic. Not too fancy, but certainly not like a slacker.

Ron smiled at Bee.

Ron: Hey Bee, is your mom ready?

Bee: She sure is Ronnie!

Bee invited Ron inside... by pulling him in by his arm.

 Ron had only been inside the Mankey house a few times. And only as a guest. It was a large residence with several bathrooms and at least 6 bedrooms. It was held in traditional style, and it was a red brick home. Ron often thought of the old movie Home Alone when he saw the house. It even had a similar driveway.

Bee called out to her mom: MOOM! Ron is here! Right on mark! Isn’t he always DeeDee?! Dee: RON IS ALWAYS PRECISE, BEEBEE!

Trish came out the hallway and stood at the top of the stairs. Ron smiled at her, and Trish felt how her knees turned wobbly, like she was some teenager... What was going on? How could Ron Stoppable make her feel like this?

Trish cared a lot for the boy, she knew his parents and she cared for them as well but... this was next level amazing.

Bee and Dee walked behind their mom as if to keep her from running. Dee placed the chosen bag over her shoulder.

Ron had let his eyes wander over Trish’s looks and he had blushed a little. She truly had dolled up. He was beginning to understand that the reason she had done so was for his enjoyment.

Bee: Look how lustfully Ron stares at our mom, DeeDee...

Dee looked at Ron’s bashful face: He wants to give us siblings bad, BeeBee!

Trish rolled her eyes: Girls, that’s enough... Geez!

Trish stepped forward and got her keys and the last few items from her drawer. Dee and Bee exchanged looks and it was clear that they had planned something.

Trish: Alright girls, I am off. I’ll probably crash on Ron’s couch if I get a little too tipsy. Now... She held up a finger: No Parties!

Dee and Bee nodded.

She held up a second finger: No friends over!

Dee and Bee nodded again.

She held up a third finger: No staying up until dawn!

Dee and Bee nodded again again.

She held up a fourth finger: And No telling your father or brother!

Dee and Bee looked at their mom with odd expressions. Like confused puppies. Trish leaned in towards them.

 She whispered to them: I want that pleasure myself.

Dee and Bee giggled.

Trish then kissed her girls and the girls kissed her.

Trish was on her way out the door.

Dee flung her arms around her sister in an infatuated manner.

Dee: Do you think Ron-the alpha stud-Stoppable has enough energy for us after he is done with our mother, BeeBee?

Bee smiled: We can only hope and trust the gossip DeeDee.

Trish blushed like a sunset and closed the door and marched towards Ron’s car. A racing green mini cooper. She had always loved that model of car.

Trish sat herself in the front passenger seat. It was surprisingly comfortable for such a small car.

Trish: Don’t mind my girls, Ronnie... They think everything is about sex. And for some reason they think that they have the right to mingle in my life.

Ron smiled at Trish: I think your girls are sweet. And they seem to really care about you.

Trish smiled: Yeah... sometimes... I can become a little in doubt who is actually the real parent in our relationship... I have often wondered... if I am truly a good mother.

Ron smiled and while he backed out of the driveway he said: The fact that you’ve raised two such caring daughters should be more than evidence enough, that you have done at least two things right.

Trish nodded. And then she felt sad: Then... What about my son? Ron: What about him?

Ron knew full well who her son was. And he had heard the rumors at school. Technically Josh was the oldest in the bunch, but his sisters were actually born the same year as Josh, as he was born in January, and his sisters were born in August. So they had all been in the same year in High School.

Trish: Well... he... he doesn’t seem too caring about me... or his sisters for that matter... Clearly I did something wrong with him.

Ron: Or maybe you had no chance to do right by him, because he chose his father. Ron looked at her with caring eyes.

 Ron: Don’t beat yourself up over Josh... he’ll figure it out... somewhere down the line. You’ll just have to be patient. Building a bridge is a two man work. You’ve built your part, now you just have to wait for Josh. Until then... let’s enjoy our night. —————————————————————————————————————

The concert with Jack Meyers was absolutely fantastic.

It was spectacular, and the seats Ron had won were perfect. They were close to the scene, the sound was awesome, and when Jack sang - in the blood, the entire concert sang with him.

Trish hadn’t been to anything like it in decades. And she had a blast!

After the show, Ron brought her to a club where they both got something to eat and where people were dancing. They only stayed to get something to eat, but they also got really tipsy from the good drinks.

Later they got to a club that was all about dancing.

And here they had a really fun time. Until they both had enough of both fancy drinks and loud music.

They left the club and started wandering around Middleton at night. It was a warm spring night. The first really wam night. Which usually meant that summer had arrived.

For a while they strolled around downtown Middleton. They even made it so far as to the outskirts of Lowerton.

Lowerton - the youngest, loose sister of the Tri-city area. It was only when they saw them, that they realized how far they had wandered.

Lowerton’s famous streetwalkers.

In Lowerton it was legal to be a registered sex worker. They were protected by the law and even had a union.

It was quite remarkable, but still... The women were still a daunting sight. All of them looked gorgeous. All in revealing outfits... all of them making kissy faces to Ron. Prompting Trish to grab his arm and leading him away from them.

As Ron and Trish saw the first ones they figured that they might need to walk back, but Trish was beginning to tire. She was walking in heels.

Ron sat her down on a nearby bench while he tried to get a cap or an Uber.

Trish was massaging her feet, and it helped. It had been a while since she had walked so far in heels.

Finally a cap stopped and Ron helped Trish inside. They asked him to drive them back to Middleton.

He stopped outside one of the main streets of Middleton. There was still a happy mood in the night.

 Trish: Come on Ron... let’s have a drink before we go home. Ron: I don’t know Mrs Mankey, think it’s wise?

Trish: Oh come on Ronnie... None of us are driving tonight! I haven’t had so much fun in years!

Ron shrugged and indulged her. They came to a nice little outside bar that served them both what they wanted.

Trish wanted some white wine, and Ron got himself a glass too. It wasn’t bad. He made a note about the bottle. He thought it could go well with a fish or shellfish recipe.

Trish really enjoyed the wine, and she managed to turn her buzz on again. She was more than tiddly. Ron gently told the waiter that they had enough. Trish and he had talked about a ton of things. Including Ron’s and Kim’s adventures in order to save the world.

Trish: I remember when I saw you and Kim on television the first time! I was so in shock. You looked so good on the screen.

Trish and Ron were walking around the Main Street of Middleton. Both were a little too drunk to drive. But they felt good enough.

Ron smiled and rubbed the back of his head.

Ron: Oh geesh, Mrs Mankey, that was so long ago now and...

Trish: Oh enough with that Mrs Mankey. Call me Trish, Ron! And that’s an order!

Trish had thrown her arms around his neck and looked him straight in the eyes.

She felt what her body wanted. She wanted the handsome young man who stood in front of her.

Ron: Alright then... Trish...

Trish blinked. Hearing her name be spoken by the young man in her arms... made her heart flutter in longing and in lust. Her stomach was tingling and not even to mention the area between her legs. Her pussy was purring like a wild jaguar.

Trish: Ron, I am drunk... not black out drunk but drunk enough... And listen here, Ronnie... She leaned in to whisper in his ear.

Trish: You are so fucking hot!

Ron blinked and looked at her.

Trish: I mean it... you are like all my sexual fantasies made in the flesh.

 Ron didn’t know how to answer... or even if he should.

Trish: Ron... if we can find a bed... I would totally fuck you... But...

Trish looked down the road... her house was not that far away from their current location.

Trish: My girls... if... if I were to do it... in the house with them inside...

She rolled her eyes.

Trish: Well let’s just say that I could live without all their teasing. And... I have sworn never to be drunk and have sex at a Motel Room again... long story... don’t ask...

Ron smiled. He had placed his arms around the woman’s waist. He understood what she wanted. And... to be absolutely fair... he wanted the same... Trish was one of the hottest women in all of Middleton. Next to Ann Possible, she was possibly the most sought after MILF in the entire Tri-City area.

Ron: Well... I might have a solution... —————————————————————————————————————

Ron still had a key to the Stoppable house. His parents' house. It wasn’t far away from Trish’s home either.

They had kissed like wild all the way up to the front door. Ron had to let go of her to open the door. As he did that, Trish swiftly removed her thong and placed it around Ron’s neck when she pulled him in for another kiss.

Trish: In your parents house... aren’t you shameless...

Ron: It’s better than a motel room.

Trish: Oh fuck yeah!

They made their way to Ron’s room through the dark, and fortunately, his parents hadn’t made any changes to it yet, despite Ron having moved out months ago.

Trish began to get out of her dress.

Ron too got out of his clothes and when they stood naked they threw themselves at each other.

Trish acted mainly on instinct. She hadn’t had real sex in over 4 years. And Ron was everything she wanted in a man. He was kind, sweet, gentle, funny and had the body of a Greek god. And right now, she wanted to feel like a dryad in the Ancient Greek forests and have Ron as either Zeus or whatever their names were, and mate with her.

In the hurry, she didn’t remove her stockings or her shoes...

 She kissed Ron and mounted him as of now, she was on top... but she wanted to be under him, over him, penetrated by him... she wanted it all!

She had wanted to go down on him, but... she didn’t move fast enough.

As if guided by nature's magic hand itself... Ron’s majestic cock had found the way to the bloom of her womanhood... her all wet and all expanded pussy... and he had sunk into her... and she felt it...

It entered her so easily, and all she had to do was lower herself onto it... impaling her womanly flesh on Ron’s hard man meat.

As she reached the bottom of his fat juicy cock, she saw shapes of light and stars around her eyes... as if they were just around the edges of her forehead.

Trish: Oh my god... Oh my... FUCKING!... GOD!

Trish’ pussy clambered hard down on Ron’s cock... and before they could even truly begin their wild night... she came... Her entire pussy entered a rhythmic and wild state of spasms that all functioned like a wild milking mechanism.

Ron: Oooooh, fuck! Trish! Your pussy... it’s... it's like it’s vibrating! Trish: Fuck Ron! I am cumming!

Ron: Yeah... so am I dammit!

Ron grabbed her asscheeks and slammed hard into her pussy to explode into her. What the freaking hell!?

Her pussy was like something out of a dream! Ron didn’t even know women could do that with that part of their body.

But the venture was only in its early stages.

Ron and Trish continued to fuck. And boy did they fuck.

Ron couldn’t help but feel like Trish was making up for a ton of lost time with him. Shortly after their first orgasm together, she began to kiss him. Tongue kissed him, and she was really good. She tasted like wine, but it wasn’t so bad.

Her skills with her mouth made his cock hard as steel in a moment, and she began to ride him again. Her pussy still filled with the sperm from his first load, but that didn’t seem to bother her at all.

She was an excellent rider and Ron suckled her nice tits. They weren’t as big as Ann’s but they were a decent size. And no matter the size, they were so gorgeous!

As Trish rode him, he kept suckling on them.

For a moment, when Trish leaned backwards to scratch her itch in her pussy from a different angle, Ron had to remove his hands from her ass. But instead he began to massage her tits.

 They were so sensitive. He even slapped one of them a few times, making Trish squeal each time.

Ron caught the eye of Trish, and it was clear that she was tired of being on top. She wanted Ron to topple her over and become the king of the bed.

Ron heeded the call to action and rose up, grabbed her, and pushed her over. She was now on her back, and he was the new ruler of the bed.

Now...

Ron plowed her pussy, making the beautiful woman under him scream in wonderful ecstasy.

Ron: Oooh fuck Trish... I am gonna cum again.

Trish’ body reacted to his words. Her arms clung to Ron’s broad back, and her legs locked themselves, not behind his back, not yet, but they closed ranks to his flanks so he wouldn’t get away. This was done to follow his movements.

He was the ocean... and she was the ship that sailed in his storm. She was gonna get flooded now... so... she was braising for the tidal wave.

Trish: Cum inside me... fucking spray all your sperm inside of me, you big... alpha stud of a man...

Ron: Oh fuck Trish... you are one fantastic woman!

Now... either Trish’ brain had finally cleared out some of the buzz, or perhaps she just for a little moment got some clarity from Ron’s words, but the fact of the matter was... that she was suddenly fully aware that... Ron wasn’t wearing a condom... and she... she wasn’t on the pill...

Now... a fully sober brain would realize that Ron had already cummed inside of her... but... Trish was still not running on full power...

Trish: Ron... Ron wait... wait a moment... I... GYAAAAA!

Trish felt how Ron’s huge cock swelled in size and she felt how it bursted out load upon load of his hot fertile sperm all the way into her unprotected womb.

Her mouth opened into a perfect ‘O’ and she looked into the face of her lover, who once again, had flooded her womb and pussy.

Nature took over, and her legs locked themselves behind Ron’s back, and once again, her pussy milked his cock for every last drop. Ron was growling and grunting, but he was enjoying it to the fullest.

Trish didn’t have any more reservations. The next thing that happened was that she found herself on all fours, in Ron’s bed... her long wavy blonde hair in Ron’s grab, while he with his other hand kept her ass in check.

 She didn’t remember getting into this position, but she cared so little about it. She was smiling. A smile that you only ever see on a person who is experiencing true happiness.

Trish was being fucked... like the woman she was... by a man... a man who was as taken out of her most wonderful feverish dream.

He wasn’t just fucking her... he was dominating her...

Her ex husband had never fucked her like this...

Ron didn’t just fuck her... Sex wasn’t just the only goal in the mind of this young stud. He was breeding her.

The young man was trying his hardest to get her pregnant... and at this very moment, Trish had accepted... that she was probably gonna get pregnant from this hook up... and frankly... She was happy.

More than happy. Ron deserved to be the father of her child... and she... honestly... She wanted to army his children.

She smirked in joyful glee when she imagined showing her ex her pregnant belly in a few months.

A firmer tug in her hair brought her back to reality and away from the imaginations on how hers and Ron’s babies would look.

Ron: Oh fuck, I am gonna cum again, bitch!

Trish: Breed me you big bull of a man, BREED ME!

Ron gave her ass a slap and with two hands he grabbed her upper arms and rampagingly fucked her pussy to such a level that it made Trish scream out in pure joy.

And for the third time that night... Trish felt how her pussy and womb got filled to the brim with the warm sperm of the Stoppable heir to Middleton and all it’s MILF’s.

Trish couldn’t help it. She came herself... right before she passed out.

Trish woke up to the feeling of having her pussy plowed. She was once again on her back and she was covered by a man... She knew who... she could recognize his moans and his smell... She loved both of them.

She did not know how long she had been out, but she knew that Ron had probably not stopped his fucking of her... her legs had begun to feel slightly sore. So she tried to signal to Ron that she needed to lie in a different position for a while...

Trish: Ron... Ron baby... could you... perhaps fuck me... sideways...?

Ron heard her, and with a kiss he maneuvered himself into position so she could lift her leg and move it past him. She turned a little and Ron made a sound of pure pleasure as she, with this movement, twisted her pussy around his cock... and it felt amazing.

 For a moment Ron stayed on top of her and kept ravaging her, but now that she could rest her legs, she was feeling nothing but pleasure, and thought in her mind that this truly was paradise... in bed... with a tremendous lover who seemed to read her mind, and seemingly with endless stamina... She reached up with her mouth, and Ron lowered his face towards hers.

Trish: Ron... you’re the best lover I have ever had in my entire life...

Ron: Thanks Trish...

Ron moaned into her mouth.

Ron: And you... are an incredibly sexy woman... I think I can fuck you all night... if you’d let me...

Trish smiled... she gave him a kiss...

Trish: You have my permission... now fuck me like you want, you big GOD of a man!

Ron grunted and with rejuvenated vigor, he stretched his back and legs, and started to plow her pussy, making her scream in wild air.

Now the two lovers shared all their favorite positions. Ron moved her into his favorites, and Trish moved him into hers.

At one point in the night, Trish felt how she was lifted up and held in Ron’s arms, and used gravity to his advantage... that was a scene to remember!

At another point, they were standing, both of them, and had what the Irish call a “knee-trembler”.

Trish loved it especially when Ron prone boned her on the bed.

They spooned, allowing Ron to play with her tits and her clitoris like he was a fiddler.

When Ron tired, Trish took over... when Trish tired, Ron took over...

When they both needed a break, they slowed down... but they didn’t stop...

Trish: Ron... I love you... I love you... I LOVE YOU! Ron: I love you too Trish! I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!

With this roar of declaration, Ron bursted out another load into his woman... and Trish felt... for the unknownth time... how her pussy was flooded with Ron’s sperm.

She opened her eyes and starred into the ceiling of Ron’s room... it wasn’t dark anymore... not at all... in fact... it was rather light... the sun was shining into the room.

 She had no idea what time it was and frankly... she cared not... she cared only for a kiss... She kissed Ron’s neck... the big man was laying on top of her... covering her, as the sky covered the earth...

She was asking without words for a kiss...

Ron heeded her, and like the true benevolent deity that he was to her right now, he granted her wish and kissed her on the mouth.

Trish: Ron... you kept your promise... you have fucked me... all night... Ron: I know... I couldn’t stop...

Trish kissed him back.

Trish: Please... let me worship you... as you deserve...

Ron understood and rolled over. Trish felt how his massive cock left her pussy... if felt... strangely empty without it in it after this long time.

She moved down and saw to her huge pleasure the manhood of Ron’s Stoppable. She had heard the rumors, seen the pictures taken by the other women in Ron’s harem, but she had never really expected it to truly be of those proportions.

Ann had described him as humongous! Maria as Titanic in size and shape! Dominique had sworn that Ron was the lord reborn! Grace had mentioned how she hadn’t been able to walk the entire day after the first night with Ron!

But now... she truly understood... and appreciated them all for their honesty.

His cock was greasy, and it was covered in a cocktail of her pussy juice and his own sperm. But that didn’t stop her from paying her homage to him.

She took a good loooooong lick, from his base to his tip, and then she began to clean him up.

She wasn’t accustomed to his taste, but she was drunk on love, and her brain was literally soaked in endorphins at the moment so she cared so little for something as insignificant as taste. It was Ron’s sperm - that meant it was delicious.

She moaned and gasped and she moved around to clean Ron from all sides. Even his balls. Her girls had made it abundantly clear that these had to be remembered.

When her tongue finally stopped tasting the delicious cocktail of their love, she looked at the cock... it stood erect and strong as a monument to manliness and pride. It was clean. Except for a little sprinkle of new fresh sperm that was popping out of the top.

Trish smiled and looked back at Ron. Trish: Are you impossible to satisfy? Ron shrugged as he smiled.

 Trish rolled her eyes and then she giggled as she stood up. Trish: Okay... one final time...

She placed one foot on each side of Ron’s hips, and then she lowered herself down over Ron’s cock, once again, impaling herself on his mighty meat. She bit her lower lip, as she felt how her brain exploded in lights.

It still felt incredible to be impaled in his full length.

Trish: Oh fuck Ron... you are simply fantastic!

Ron gave her lush ass a good slap.

Trish: Gya! Oh you...

Trish leaned backwards, and fucked Ron in the reverse cowgirl. —————————————————————————————————————

In the other bedroom of the Stoppable house, a woman was waking from her sleep.

Andrea Stoppable had reached for her glasses on her bedside table, and she took a deep breath.

Then she turned in the bed and removed the duvet from her partner's lower body. She grabbed the cock of Jon Stoppable, and began to suck him off. It was part of her daily morning routine.

As she sucked him off to his climax she heard fully well how someone was having sex in the other bedroom.

When her partner finally came in her mouth she swallowed it, and made her way to the bathroom.

On the way, she noticed that the door to Ron’s old bedroom was open. They had allowed Ron to occasionally come and go in their house, simply because... well... it felt right. The boy had only left some months ago.

Andrea noted the sounds coming from the bedroom, and... she recognized the voice. Curious she looked through the door.

There was Trish Mankey. A woman about her own age... riding her son like they were trying to make babies.

Andrea rolled her eyes.

She left the room again. She went to take a bath and prepared to make breakfast for 4. —————————————————————————————————————

Trish: Oh yes Ron! Fuck me harder! More! MORE! Oh yes! FUCK MY ASS! OH GOD! Ron and Trish were really going at it, and they kept going at it.

Trish: OH GOD! Ron! I love you! And your cock! You are far better than my ex-husband! Ron: Fuck Trish... I am cumming again!

Trish: Oh Please Ron! Sperm inside of me! Let me feel you fill up my womb again!

Ron grabbed her arms and shoved his cock deep, deep, deep into her flesh and once again flooded her womb with his sperm.

Trish: Oh my god... oh my fucking god... Oh god it’s so warm...

Finally... both Trish and Ron seemed to have reached a stalemate. Both seemed to need... a break.

Trish: Ron... Ron... I’m... I’m probably gonna get pregnant... Trish looked at Ron over her shoulder.

Ron smiled at her: Would that be so bad?

Trish smiled back at him. He was so cocky... or... was he just carefree...

Ron reached up and grabbed her tits and pulled her down so she was laying on him... her back to his chest.

Trish: Oh my gosh... I can’t believe that a simple shopping trip with my girls... ended up like this... fucked out of my mind... by the man they both fancy...

Ron seemed to get a little flustered. Ron: Wh-what?

Trish smiled a teasing smile: Oh, so that’s news to you? Hehehe, I have heard that you were somewhat dense.

Ron seemed to be more and more red in the face.

Trish: Fortunately for you, I love adorable dorks...

Trish rolled onto her belly and off Ron’s cock. All messed up and greasy again.

Trish looked at it and looked at Ron. She was still smiling.

Trish: Ron... if I am pregnant... promise me you will take responsibility for our child.

 Ron nodded: I promise Trish... I Promise by the sacred Naco, to claim your child as my own...

Trish had no idea what a Naco was, but if it was important for Ron, it had to be good enough. Trish: Well... seems like I can rest easy.

Trish moved her head to Ron’s cock again, and began to clean it just like she had done before.

A few minutes went by, only with Trish sucking Ron’s cock, and nothing else was heard in the house. Ron was resting, not sleeping. The head Trish gave him forbade him from doing that.

It was first when the sound of the fizzling frying pan and the scent of bacon that Ron and Trish both realized that they were famished.

Well... they had both just performed something of an athletic achievement... but... Trish blushed when she heard someone hum, or sing in the kitchen.

Trish: Oh no...

Trish finally seeing everything clearly...

Trish: Your parents! They are home?!

Ron shrugged. He hadn’t realized this either. They pretty much came and went as they pleased.

Trish stood up and quickly began to get dressed. Trish: Oh crap oh crap oh crap, OOOOH CRAP!

She was hissing like a badger as she tried to locate her thong, but it was gone. She simply pulled her dress on and walked into her heels.

She looked embarrassed at Ron, but still smiling. Trish: I’ll call you later.

She then kissed him and he smiled at her, as she looked back at him when she was going out of his door.

Trish tried to walk silently through the house, not to disturb anyone, and certainly NOT... Andrea Stoppable.

She came to the kitchen, and saw the near perfect body of Andrea Stoppable standing by the stove. She was cooking omelets it seemed. And it smelled fantastic. And though Trish was so hungry she could eat a horse, she had to skip it.

 She took a few steps past Andrea to sneak by her and she was nearly at the door when... Andrea: Do you want a coffee to go, Trish?

Trish’ heart nearly skipped a beat. How the heck did she do that? Did she have the ears of a fox?

Trish: Uuuhm... no thanks Andrea... I... I gotta go home... Andrea: Suit yourself. Don’t want breakfast either?

Trish: No thanks Andrea, I uhm... I couldn’t...

Andrea: Ok... see ya at yoga later?

She knew... of course she knew... Trish hadn’t exactly been quiet last night... Trish: S-sure... bye...

Trish made it to the door... but as she opened it she looked bashfully at Andrea who met her gaze with her usual cold and carefree stare.

Trish: Uhm... Sorry Andrea...

Trish saw Andrea blink. She had accepted it.

Trish closed the door and then... she ran for her home. She knew that what she was performing now was the famous walk of shame. Her belt over her shoulder, her heels in her hands, her dress all mangled up and her stockings had more holes than Swiss cheese...

She made it to her own house fortunately, and she hoped... beyond all hope... that her girls wouldn’t notice that she had gotten home.

Trish opened the back door of her house and stood in the hall for a while... The house was completely silent... no sounds, no nothing.

Trish felt a sense of relief... and... suddenly... out of nothing... she bursted into laughter. She hadn’t laughed like that in years! She couldn’t stop... Not for at least 5 long minutes. She covered her face with her hands... and then... she had finally regained her composure...

Trish: Oh my god! OH MY GOD, that was so fucking amazing... What on earth has Andrea fed that boy!? He was gigantic! I’ve never been fucked like that in my entire life! He just kept going and going... We didn’t even sleep!

Trish began to laugh again. She just couldn’t stop.

Until she regained her composure... again... A terror dawned upon her.

 Trish: Oh shit... Andrea... she saw me... Aw fuck what must she think of me!? I just had sex with her precious son! Trish Joslyn Mankey you really fucked up this time around...

Trish after some 20 minutes of sitting on the floor in the hall, made her way to her bathroom. She had been soaked in sweat and when she finally stood clean, she dried herself and made a turban for her long hair. She made a note on the notepad on the side of her bed:

Buy pregnancy tests when you wake up... not local stores!

She then fell back on her bed... and without as much as removing the turban from her head... did she fall asleep... the longest and best sleep in her entire life. —————————————————————————————————————

Her girls had heard the entire debacle and came out of their rooms to look after their mom. Bee: Mom?

DeeDee walked over to her mothers bedside table and saw the note she had made.

Dee smiled. She removed the note from the pad.

Bee: What is that?

Dee: Mom made a memory for herself it seems. And we forgot to give her condoms.

Bee: Bah, Ron’s so big none will fit him anyway.

Bee covered her mom in her duvet.

Dee: Maybe so... but apparently she is worried she is with child.

Bee looked at the note.

Bee: Hmm... not local stores? Why can’t she buy them locally?

Dee: She’s afraid some might find out she is seeing someone. You know mom. She is sensitive to gossip.

Bee: Then let us buy them. No one cares if we are having a sex life.

Dee: I thought the same. Besides... She might worry over nothing.

Dee gave her mom a sweet and gentle kiss on the cheek.

Dee: I would be very surprised if that blonde goddess with the beauty dot on her face doesn’t have Ron covered in more ways than one.

Dee and Bee stood up and left their mom.

 Dee: I get the pregnancy tests, you buy groceries so we can cook a good meal for mom. If she is in fact pregnant, we need to make sure she eats healthy from the start, BeeBee.

Bee: I couldn’t agree more DeeDee!

And then the girls left their outspent mom to her wonderful dreams.

 The End.