Home Movies - Part 23 - 8K (Patreon)

It was Ann's idea for the four of them to take an evening off from their grueling filming schedule and have a little family outing instead.  Nothing outrageous, nothing extravagant...just Mrs Possible taking the three out to dinner and maybe a movie afterwards.  When she sees her own adult flesh and blood, tired and haggard-looking after days and weeks of exhaustive filming, arguing and bickering over the simplest of things, it's not as if she can treat them like children anymore.  For as much as she'd like to put a couple of thirty-somethings in time-out or send them to bed without supper...yeah, no...it just doesn't work that way anymore.

Aside from filming, the matriarch of the Possible family still has to make the bacon as it were.  Sitting at her desk in Middleton hospital, Ann tries to ignore the ticking clock on the wall as she stares out the window.  Auto-transcribing a few notes from a recent surgery to kill the last couple of minutes, Ann swaps her lab coat for something more casual before heading towards the door.

Just as she reaches out to grab the door handle...

Nurse: (over the hospital PA system) Dr Possible to O.R. one!  Dr Possible to O.R. one, STAT!

Ann: (thinking) Great.  Just great.

Kim and Tim are running late.  Having had to drive all the way to Lowerton that afternoon for a fan meet-up, Tim puts the pedal to the metal.  It's not very often that Kim lets anyone drive the Sloth, but after an all-nighter of handsy frat boys at Club 33, maybe three hours of sleep, and then a full day of handsy fan boys (and girls), she's all-too happy to let someone else chauffeur her around.

Kim: Whose idea was it to do a meet-up in sleezy-ass Lowerton anyway?  Upperton, sure...whole different scene up there...but, Lowerton?  At a comic book shop?

Tim: Uhh, take a wild guess.

Kim: (sighs) Note to self: Don't let Jim book anymore events.

Tim: Yeah...  Promising them "pom-poms and pigtails" was...

Kim: ...a murder-worthy offense.  Speaking of whom, why wasn't Mr 'Not Long for this World' along for this one?

Tim: Heh!  Ehhh...  He's been at home interviewing a bunch of new talent today.  That body-double we've been wanting to get...  Maybe another fluffer.

Kim: Oh, great.  He gets laid all day while I get nerd-gasm'd in a strip mall.  How nice of him.  Urgh.  Do we, like, have time to run home for a couple...?  Soooo wanna wash all the Poindexter off me before we go out tonight.

Just as Tim opens his mouth to say something, his phone rings through the car's speaker system.  Pressing the 'answer' button, an annoyed-looking Ann appears on the infotainment screen.

Kim: Uhh-ohhh, I know that look.

Ann: Sorry, gang, I can't make it to dinner tonight.  Something's come up.  Why don't you three go on to the restaurant without me and I'll make it up to you some other time.

Kim: Hot date?

Ann: Urgh, I wish...  More like an all-nighter in the operating room with...  (rolls her eyes) Dr Adams.

Kim: Ahh, you mean Dr 'stares at your tits' Adams?  Isn't he, like, the one who tried to get you fired years and years ago?

Ann: The same.

Saying her goodbyes, Ann hangs up.  Now, not in any real rush to get to Middleton, Tim lets off the throttle.  Kim, no stranger to driving fast-and-furious, watches as Tim takes it down to a respectable 60mph.

Kim: Uhhh, we're not gonna make our reservation at this rate, grandma.

Tim: (mono-tonal)  Text Jim.  Dinner's off -period- Don't make a mess -exclamation point- -winking face with tongue emoji-

Reaching out, Tim presses a series of buttons on the car's screen, finally selecting 'auto drive'.  Unknown to Kim, Tim and Jim had recently done a few modifications to the Sloth...a camera here, a sonar array there.  A simple hack into Elon's mainframe to borrow his newest 'autopilot' beta and...

Tim looks over at a slightly confused Kim as he takes his hands off the steering wheel, the corner of his mouth upturning into a slightly naughty-looking smile.  Blinking, watching as Tim leans his seat back and begins to unbutton his jeans, the redhead eyes him suspiciously.

Tim: (mono-tonal) Search Pr0nnet.  Fucking - while - car - is - driving.

After hitting 'play'...and a brief advertisement for a certain over-the-counter male enhancement supplement...a young, slender brunette, naked from the waist down,  can be seen climbing onto the lap of a well-endowed young man sitting in the driver's seat.  As she begins to ride him cowboy style, it's obvious that the car is driving itself.  Kim's look of suspicion and confusion instantly disappears, a mirror image of Tim's mischievous smile forming in its place.

Sure, she's done the occasional handy...maybe even some oral stimulation a time or two...but never full-on bumping uglies while speeding down the highway.  Ok, well, maybe a few times in the back seat...with someone else driving.

Writhing and squirming to get her old, ill-fitting uniform top off, it takes less than a minute for Kim to get completely naked...even her socks having been thrown into the back seat.  Taking her cues from the 'instructional video', she awkwardly climbs over the center console, careful not to knock the gear shift or touch the steering wheel, situating her knees against Tim's seat back as she straddles his lap.  She's already soaking wet, fully turned on by the very idea of riding Tim's enormous manhood as semi-trucks and unknowing soccer moms pass them by.

Tim: I was hoping you'd keep the cheerleader outfit on.

Kim: Yeah, I bet you were...

Before she can get out the rest of her snarky comment she lets out a wavering moan.  Grabbing the ex-pep rally queen by the hips and pulling her downward, he buries himself inside her.  Lurching forward, grabbing two fistfuls of the front of Tim's shirt, Kim nearly rips the seams on his shoulders when the base of his shaft thumps against her pubic bone.

Her eyes squinted shut as Tim jams his rod into her again and again, Kim's breath comes in little squeaks of overburdened pleasure.  You'd think she'd be use to taking his weighty girth and length by now, but every single time it comes as a complete surprise.  As Tim tests the stretching ability of her tight vulva, Kim buries her face into the nape of his neck, letting her slit ever so slowly accept the hulking intruder.

Kim: Fuh...  Fuh...  Fuck!  It's...  It's so...  So f-fucking huge!

Matching him thrust for thrust, pivoting her hips downward as he drives up and into her, the Tweeb's base slaps against Kim's already crimson-tinged labia with every stroke.  Thick juices cling to both of them, tendrils of warm goo beginning to froth as wet smacking sounds echo against the car's hard plastic interior.

Rising slightly, opening her eyes for the first time, Kim turns her head the opposite way, watching as the trees out the passenger window streak by.  Looking over her shoulder, she catches a glimpse of her reflection in the windshield, her ass cheeks jiggling in time to Tim's jolting lunges.

Raising even further, her breasts gyrating in circles beneath her, Kim sees her first vehicle out the driver's side window.  Grinning, she watches as a huge, black semi-truck lumbers past.  A half-laugh escapes her upon looking up, seeing a huge and seemingly unimpressed bassett hound staring down at her.  It's so close she can clearly see the name "Fred" on the tag dangling from it's collar.

Kim: Eee...  East...b-bound and d-d-down...

Tim: Heh!  Alright, Cledus.

Smiling, opening her mouth to say something, Tim once again sends her into a waving moan instead. Pulling her hips downward, his monstrous unit jammed deep inside, her moan tapers off to a long, quivering, and almost silent exhale.  Watching her eyes flutter as she flexes her lower back, diamond-cutting hard nipples pushed towards his face, Tim holds her there for what seems like an eternity.

Kim: H'oh fuhh...  Oh fuhhh...  Don't...  Don't move!  Don't you dare move!  Gonna...  Gonnnaaa...

In quick, successive jolts Kim comes and comes, her insides flexing and spasming around Tim's massive shaft.  Toes and fingers clenching, eyes half-open and losing focus...wave after un-ending wave of pleasure courses through her entire body again and again.

Kim: OHGAWD!  Y-Y-YESSSS!  OHMYFUCKING GAWWD!  YESSSSSS!!

It's too much for Tim.  One final pull of her hips, pushing himself upward, ever-deeper inside her.  He watches as Kim clenches her teeth, her eyelids squeezing tightly shut, her entire body quaking as Tim comes again and again.  Warm goo gushes into her, filling Kim's every crevice and fold before finally squirting out with some force.

Her breath ragged, shivering all over as spunk runs down her inner thighs, she slowly focuses on Tim's face.  It'd been a long time since she'd come that hard and that long.  Kim is scarcely aware that a half dozen cars have passed by, all of their occupants either smiling and pointing or dumbstruck at the site of the naked, quivering redhead.

Reality finally sets in with a camera flash from a passing car.  Flailing wildly, Kim practically leaps off of Tim's lap and into the passenger seat.  Still laying flat on his back, Tim smiles at the mortified redhead as she attempts to cover her naughty bits with her hands and arms.  She should be mad as hell, cursing Tim's name...but what he sees instead is Kim grinning at him like the Cheshire Cat.

Tim: Next time...  Maybe we should think about tinting these windows.

Kim: (half-laughing) YUH...  YUH THINK?!

Snatching the bare essentials off the back seat...panties and a bra...she says to hell with trying to put her cheer outfit back on.  Aside from being uber-tight, it would be nay impossible to get into while she's drenched in sweat.  Tim watches in amusement as Kim fumbles to get her undergarments in place.  The wrestling match complete, Kim reclines back in her seat, a little satisfied sigh escaping her as she basks in the afterglow for a moment or two.

Having not even bothered to pull his jeans up, Tim props his seat back up to a normal driving position.  Kim can't help but notice, even after a full hour of pounding her silly...he's still rock-hard.  Leaning over, she grasps the base of his pole and begins to stroke him off.  Time and time again she has marveled at the fact that she can't get her fingers around his circumference, not even halfway.  Smiling, she points down the road in front of them.

Kim: Home, James.

Tim: Yes 'em, Miss Possible.

A short while later, having driven across the entirety of Middleton with Kim's head in his lap, Tim pulls into the Possible residence's garage.  Happily bobbing away, focused on the head of his enormous shaft, Kim doesn't even notice that they've arrived home.

Turning the car off, Tim clears his throat, tapping her on the head with his index finger.

Kim: Yeff?

Pulling free, she sits up, looking around sheepishly while wiping a bit of slobber from the corner of her mouth.

Kim: Oh.

Tim: So, uhhh...  What do we tell mom?  You know, since we've obviously blown past  our reservation time.  (smirking) Pun intended.

Kim: Ohhhh, when the time comes, I'm sure you'll come up with something clever.  In the meantime, however...

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Original Art by Gagala

Edits by Phillipthe2