Incredibles Porn Story: an incredible valentine

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An Incredible Valentine

By The Evil Fairy

For the 2008 Valentine’s Writer’s Jam

Fresh from his Valentine’s duties in a rather odd parallel universe, Cosmo poofed into view high above a modern city. “Hey,” the green-haired simpleton exclaimed as he looked himself over, “I’m all bulgy! I wonder if Fudge-Head’s around here somewhere?” He zipped down to street level and found a sign that indicated he was in the city of Metroville.

“Metroville? Is that Fudge-Head’s city?” Cosmo scratched his head. “Oh well, if I see him I’ll say hi!” He yawned suddenly. “Man, messing around with all the super-powered teenagers really took it out of me. I think I’m gonna find an easier job and take a nap!” He began poofing around town, searching for an easy mark.

Before long he drifted into the parking lot of West View Middle School. The last bell was ringing and kids were streaming out. “Perfect!” Cosmo chirped. “Middle Schoolers are so screwed up, it doesn’t matter who I throw together!” He moved in, looking for a likely pair.

But as he passed a black minivan, he heard a voice drifting out, a pleasant female voice with a Midwestern accent that did not sound happy. “Where are you? I swear to God Bob, if you flake out on Valentine’s Day…” Cosmo popped up for a better look. Sitting at the driver’s seat was a very lovely woman, with short auburn hair and a pink button-up shirt.

Another car drove up, this one a red convertible, and pulled in next to the first. Cosmo quickly dashed beneath the minivan to stay out of sight. “Helen!” A second, booming voice called out.

“Bob,” replied the first voice in a relieved tone, “I was starting to worry.”

“Happy Valentine’s Day honey,” Bob said. “And I have great news.”

“Oh yeah?” Helen returned with a chuckle in her voice. “What’s up?

“As soon as we get Vi home, you and me are heading to the airport. The Barracuda has some kind of shark mind control thing going on in Bermuda. Two hours to beat down Fish Boy, two days of all expenses paid tropical paradise!” There was a long, ominous pause. “What?”

“What are we going to do with Jack Jack?” A baby’s happy squeal from the back of the minivan indicated to Cosmo who they were talking about.

“He’ll be fine with Violet.”

“Violet has a date…I’m gonna help her get ready when we get home.”

“Wait…really?” Bob’s voice turned suddenly suspicious. “With who?”

“Oh no, you don’t get to play protective parent now Bob. We’ve known all about this for the last week.” Helen was starting to sound irritated again.

“All right, all right,” Bob said placatingly. “We can get someone else to babysit.”

“We can try,” Helen replied dubiously.

“Well we can’t just not go!” Now Bob sounded exasperated. “I registered this with the Agency! Bermuda’s gonna be hip-deep in hypnotized sharks by the time they get a replacement out there.”

“Well maybe if you just two seconds to think before you did anything…”

Things were turning ugly, and Cosmo had heard enough. A couple of arrows would get these two back in the spirit. The interim cupid poofed above the cars and unslung his bow. The huge blonde guy and his pretty, auburn-haired wife were both leaning out of their windows and looking right at each other, making this a shot that not even Cosmo could screw up. He got two arrows ready and fired them at once.

As the arrows flew, several things happened at once. A very skinny girl with long black hair had been approaching the minivan unnoticed by Cosmo, and now she opened the door to get in, causing both adults to look over at her. Both arrows found their mark, but where Helen’s actually hit home, suffusing her with a momentary pink glow, Bob’s bounced off of his head, shot up and ricocheted off a light pole, hit the asphalt on the other side of the van and jumped up to hit the young girl right on the rear end. The pink radiance of cupids arrows sparkled up in both females just as mother and daughter were looking right at one another.

“Uh-oh!” Cosmo yelped, cringing. He lifted his wand and poofed into a new position as a bright green pine air freshener hanging off of the minivan’s rearview mirror. He had no idea how this was going to turn out, but he figured he should keep an eye on it.

Helen had no idea what happened. One minute she was getting ready to fight with her husband, then everything tasted pink for a second, and now she was staring at her daughter and just seemed completely unable to look away. “Helen,” the sound of her name vaguely intruded, “Helen!”

Helen blinked and quickly turned back to face Bob. “Um…yeah?”

“I said, what do you want to do?”

Helen bit her lip, trying to put her thoughts back together. She knew she should still be kind of mad, but all of a sudden she felt so happy she was almost giddy. “You know Bob, it’s really not that big a deal. You were just trying to be sweet, and I really do appreciate it,” she said with a smile.

Bob’s eyes widened a bit in surprise. “Seriously?”

“Sure. I’ll tell you what…why don’t you take care of the Barracuda?” She winked playfully and continued, “I’ll get some dinner reservations for tomorrow and we’ll just have Valentine’s a day late.”

Mr. Incredible quite obviously had the rug pulled right out from under him. He opened his mouth and closed it again. “Well…okay. Are you really sure about this?”

Helen chuckled and reached out to pat her husband’s massive forearm. “I’m positive honey. Getting Vi all pretty for her date tonight will be all the fun I need,” Helen said, making an effort not to glance back at Violet as she mentioned her, afraid she’d get stuck staring again. “Just make sure you hurry back!”

Bob couldn’t explain his good luck, but he didn’t want to look this gift horse in the mouth. “Sure babe,” he smiled and leaned out to give Helen a quick kiss. “I’ll be back tomorrow morning!” With one last wave he backed up and drove off.

Which left Helen and Violet all alone with Jack Jack and the air freshener with eyes. Hesitantly, Helen sat back and looked over at her daughter. Violet had climbed into the van and was sitting there with her backpack in her lap, looking down. She had on a powder blue t-shirt that exposed just a little skin above the waistline of her dark blue jeans. Helen couldn’t help but appreciate the way the shirt drew out the slim curves of her daughter’s developing body. And, just before Helen starting wondering why she couldn’t help that, Violet tossed a furtive glance at her mom and, seeing her looking back, darted her eyes away again, her cheeks turning pink.

Helen wasn’t sure what to say or do, so after a moment she started for home. They drove on in silence for awhile, with only the sound of Jack Jack’s occasional burbling to keep them company. Finally, at a stoplight, Helen turned to her daughter with a smile. “Okay sweetie, ready for the big date?”

Violet just looked back silently, her face a confused jumble of emotions. She turned and looked out the window. “Vi? Is everything okay?” Helen asked, not at all sure she was okay herself.”

“I’m not…Tony…had to cancel,” Violet muttered.

Her mother gasped slightly. “Oh, Violet, honey…I’m so sorry…”

“S’okay,” Violet shrugged. “He got real sick during lunch today. He said he was really sorry before they dragged him to the nurse’s office.”

“Still, you were really looking forward to it,” Helen smiled sympathetically. “It’s okay to be bummed out.”

“I guess you and Dad aren’t doing anything either, huh?” Violet said with a sidelong glance.

“I guess not,” Helen replied ruefully. “Dash’s spending the night at Jimmy’s, so it’s just gonna be you and me tonight.”

“All alone?” Violet turned her head to look at her mother fully, and the two were staring at each other again. Helen found herself mesmerized by her child’s beauty, her wry, intelligent eyes, the delicate pink of her lips, her adorable little upturned nose…

The air in the van was thick and tense, and there was a bizarre electricity between the two superheroines. Helen’s heart was pounding in her chest, and her breath was becoming shallow and ragged. She wasn’t sure why, but she felt like there was a line the two of them were tiptoeing around, and she was equal parts afraid and excited to see what would happen when it was crossed.

But the light had turned, and the car behind them suddenly honked in protest at being made to wait. Helen started and slammed her foot on the gas pedal, making the tires squeal as the van lurched forward. The spell was momentarily broken and Helen tried to concentrate solely on getting home.

But when they finally pulled into the small garage, neither she nor Violet made a move to leave the vehicle. On a sudden whim, Helen stretched her arm out to slide behind Violet’s back and wrap around her thin waist. She pulled her daughter towards her and draped her arm over her shoulders. Violet looked up at her questioningly.

“You…just looked like you needed a hug,” Helen said by way of explanation. Violet smiled bashfully and inclined her head in a tiny nod. Her cheeks were red, and as Helen returned the smile, she felt her own face growing hot. Violet leaned against her mother, and Helen began stroking her daughter’s lustrous black hair. “Sweetie?”

“Yeah, Mom?” Violet replied, her voice very quiet.

“I was just thinking…neither of our boys are going to be around tonight.”

“Yeah?”

“Well…it just seems like a shame to waste the day completely.” Helen took a deep breath and tried to make it sound like she was just kidding around. “Wanna be my Valentine?”

To Helen’s surprise, she felt Violet begin to tremble. She opened her mouth to ask if she was all right, but before she could speak Violet breathed, “Okay Mom.” Helen licked her lips nervously and tightened her arm around Violet’s shoulders, pulling her closer. Violet spoke up again, her voice shaky and nervous. “Mom, what’s going on?”

“What…what do you mean, Vi?”

Violet’s hands here folded in her lap, and she stared down at them. “You feel it too, don’t you?”

Helen debated continuing to feign ignorance for a second, but then decided against it. “Yes, I do.” The shaking in Violet’s body seemed to subside slightly, and she turned her head to look up at her mom.

“Are…are we going to do it?”

Helen blinked and tilted her head to the side quizzically. “Do what?”

Without another word Violet was tilting her face up, rising in her seat and pushing her lips to her mother’s. Helen, shocked past the point of thought, pulled away. But when she saw Violet’s face, eyes closed, lips parted slightly, it was too much. She let out a small, shuddering sigh of surrender, her eyes fluttered closed and she fell into the forbidden kiss.

Mother and daughter moaned into each other’s mouths as their tongues slid wetly against each other. Helen began pushing Violet onto her back, and the slight teenager gladly shifted position, wrapping her hands around her mom in a fervent embrace. When Violet was laying on the seat, her head almost touching the passenger door, Helen broke the kiss and shifted down to where a sliver of her daughter’s pale skin peeked out teasingly beneath her shirt. With a low growl, she attacked Violet’s tiny stomach ravenously with lips and tongue. Violet gasped in surprised pleasure at the wet, slick sensation, then began moaning and giggling as her mom began drilling her tongue into her navel.

“God, I love your little belly, babygirl,” Helen muttered in between licks. “It just tastes so good…”

Then Jack Jack began crying fussily. The sound hit Helen like cold water, and she froze as she suddenly became aware of what she was doing. “Oh God…oh God!” she gasped, pulling away from her daughter like she’d been stung. Violet just watched with a dazed expression on her face as Helen fumbled with the door and staggered out, clumsily retrieving her infant son from the car seat and dashing inside.

Helen’s movements were almost frantic as she got a bottle ready for Jack Jack. As she left the kitchen to lay the baby in his crib, she heard the garage door open and close and very nearly bolted out of her home. Panicked thoughts fluttered like birds in her head. Guilt and shame warred with the desire she still felt, and she desperately tried to figure out what to say to Violet. She could only pray her daughter would be willing to keep this a secret…

But as she finished setting down Jack Jack, who was happily sucking his bottle, she felt an odd sensation at her chest. Looking down, she could see topmost button had popped off. And as she watched, a tiny, spherical forcefield appeared around the next one down, twisting sharply to sever the string holding it on. Her full breasts and lacy lavender bra were almost completely exposed, and she used one hand to hold her shirt closed as she looked around. “Vi?” She heard footsteps running down the hall to the living room, and she followed. “Violet?” she called gently. “Honey, we need to talk…” Another button popped off. “Violet, cut it out!”

“Why did you stop?” Violet asked, still unseen. “It felt good.”

“It was wrong Sweetie,” Helen replied earnestly. “It was wrong and I’m so sorry I let it happen…” The final two buttons fell to the ground at the same time. “Violet!”

“Let it happen?” Violet asked incredulously. “Mom, I kissed you!”

“Vi, you’re just confused,” Helen said in a cajoling tone. “Please, just come here and we’ll talk.” She stretched her arms out and began to sweep the room.

“I’m not wearing my super suit.” The words of warning hung in the air and their meaning took a second to sink in. Helen sucked in a breath and retracted her arms.

“You’re naked,” Helen whispered.

“Yeah,” Violet replied with an awkward chuckle, “I thought…you know…”

“Oh God, what have I done?” Helen groaned, dropping to her knees and hiding her face with her hands.

“Mom, you didn’t do anything!” Violet cried out exasperatedly. “It was me! I love you.”

Helen sighed deeply and sat back on her heels, resting her hands on her legs. “Violet honey, please, just try and think about this. I don’t really understand what happened back there, but I’m your mother. And I’m married. I love your father.”

“I love Dad too,” came the immediate reply. “And I still really like Tony. But Mom, I’ve never felt like this. And I think you feel it too.” Helen heard soft footsteps coming up behind her and felt a small pair of hands rest on her shoulders. “Don’t you?”

Helen closed her eyes and felt a tear trickle down her cheek. “No…I’m not a monster. I can’t molest my own daughter.” For all her whimpered protests, she didn’t resist as Violet pulled her now buttonless shirt down her arms. She felt soft, wet lips on her shoulder and neck and she shivered as her eyes fluttered closed.

“Then let me molest you,” Violet whispered. “Just say it Mom, please.”

There was no way Helen could ignore the clear, plaintive need in her daughter’s voice. Her maternal instincts wouldn’t allow it, and neither would this other emotion that was rising up towards the girl behind her with an intensity that was frightening. And now she had to admit what it was. She reached up and laid her hand over Violet’s, closing her eyes and lowering her head in defeat. “I love you Vi.”

Still unseen, Violet took her mother’s hand and pulled her gently to her feet. She invisibly led the older woman to her room, a fact Helen was grateful for. She really wasn’t sure she could handle what was coming in the bed she shared with her husband.

Once inside, Violet brought Helen to her bed and pushed her down on it. Helen lay back against the pillows, her arms resting at her sides. She remained motionless as the button and zipper on her light blue slacks seemed to undo themselves and began to slide down her hips. She bit her lip as something suddenly occurred to her.

“Wow Mom,” Violet chuckled. Beneath the pants Helen had on a sheer lavender thong with a lace trim that matched her bra. “Happy Valentine’s Day, huh?” Helen felt herself blushing like a schoolgirl and just returned an embarrassed smile.

In a few moments Helen was laying there in just her lingerie. She felt hot, soft skin against hers and her breath quickened in excitement as her invisible child laid her nude body on her. Her hands folded tenderly around Violet as the young girl resumed the kiss they had started in the minivan.

Their mouths opened wider as the kiss turned deep and hungry. Violet moaned and Helen drank in the sweet taste of her daughter’s breath. The mother couldn’t help but chuckle as she wondered what she must look like, laying on her daughter’s bed practically naked and kissing someone who couldn’t be seen.

She felt hands sliding beneath her back and she arched upwards as Violet awkwardly tried to unclasp her bra. Helen let her fumble for a few moments before reaching back to undo it herself. “Harder when it’s not yours, huh?” Helen whispered, and Violet chuckled a little as she pulled the undergarment off, letting her mothers impressively large and superpowered-perky breasts bounce free.

Helen could feel that Violet was sitting on her stomach, and a moment later she felt the young teen’s tentative hands on her chest, running soft fingers over velvety skin. Helen cooed in pleasure, reaching out blindly and letting her hands rest on Violet’s unseen hips. “I want to see my baby,” she murmured, stroking her hands up and down Vi’s thighs. “Let me see how beautiful you are.”

The intangible fingers on Helen’s bosom tightened slightly, and in the blink of an eye Violet was there. Her long legs straddled her mother’s broad hips, and her adorable face was dyed with a crimson flush that went right down her neck to her small, perfectly formed breasts. Her eraser-sized nipples were swollen and puffy, and looking down Helen could see how her china-white inner thighs glistened with arousal.

The mother reached up, suddenly feeling a little like she was in a dream. Silently she begged anyone who might be listening that it wasn’t. She cupped her daughter’s cheeks in her hands, and each looked into the other’s eyes with identical expressions of loving wonder mingled with lust. “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” Helen whispered tearfully, her head shaking imperceptibly as if she couldn’t believe what was happening.

Violet smiled radiantly, her mother’s praise making her absolutely glow. Her thumbs stroked against her mom’s stiffened nipples, and she glanced down as she spoke shyly, “I don’t know what to do now.”

Helen grinned suddenly and let one of her hands drift down to cup her daughter’s adolescent breast. “Oh, I might have some suggestions.” Helen sat up, holding Violet in her lap. She stretched her neck down slightly and began sliding her tongue over the small mounds of her child’s breasts, savoring the taste and the hot, smooth sensation of the skin against her tongue.

Violet ran her fingers through her mother’s hair. “Oh, yesss…” she hissed between her teeth, leaning back and offering her chest up to her mothers probing tongue. “That feels sooo good.”

Helen sat up, licking her lips hungrily. “Oh sweetheart,” she cooed, “you haven’t seen anything yet.” She reached up to ease Violet off her lap and onto the mattress, but Vi put her hands on her mother’s wrists to stop her. Helen looked at the slight girl questioningly.

“Actually, there is one thing I saw once I’d like to try,” she offered diffidently, her eyes averted slightly.

“Anything you want,” Helen agreed readily, nuzzling her daughter’s neck.

“Okay!” Violet gasped, her voice shuddering due to her mother’s attention. Her voice dropped to an embarrassed murmur. “How about…a…you know, a…sixty…”

“A 69?” Helen exclaimed, pulling back to look at her naked daughter, now blushing furiously again. “Where’d you learn that?” Violet just shrugged, and Helen leaned in to give her a soft kiss. “You naughty little minx…that sounds like fun.”

The superpowered housewife lay back against her daughter’s bed again and looked up at Violet with a sultry smile. “All right Vi,” she said, her voice dripping with sticky-sweet sex. “Assume the position.”

Violet giggled nervously and slid up her mother’s body and turned around. Helen found herself looking up at her daughter’s sex, the soft lips puffy and moist with honey and adorned with just a wisp of silky-soft black hair. Down below, she felt Violet’s hands slip beneath her thong and slide the scrap of fabric down to her knees. Helen’s legs tensed suddenly as she felt the ginger caress of a small pink tongue slide across her labia.

“That’s it babygirl,” Helen urged, planting a soft kiss on her daughter’s blazing hot mound. Violet sucked in a sharp breath and let it out in a long, soft sigh that made Helen squirm as she felt it drift across her pussy. The older woman reached up and grasped her daughter’s pert little ass and ran her tongue in a long, firm lick right between Violet’s lips.

Violet mewed softly and opened her legs wider. At the same time, she started eating out her mother in earnest, her tongue lapping and probing at Helen’s quim. Helen groaned decadently and tightened her grip on her daughter’s ass. Her tongue slid up and began sliding in and out of Violet’s body, finding a rhythm that Violet quickly matched by grinding her hips down into Helen’s face.

This wasn’t Helen’s first experience with another girl, but nothing she had ever done could match the pleasure of lapping up her child’s fresh, salty-sweet honey combined with the sensation of Violet’s inexperienced but eager tongue bathing her own sex. Using her powers, Helen’s tongue became longer and thicker as it slid into Violet again and again, stopping only when it hit the fragile barrier of her daughter’s cherry. Another time, Helen thought gleefully as she lost herself in the sinful, forbidden ecstasy she had surrendered to.

The sensation of her mom’s enhanced tongue plunging in and out of her helpless pussy was more than Violet could handle. She tried keeping up with Helen, but soon she was reduced to moaning mindlessly into her mother’s gushing sex, her tongue snaking out to caress the tender flesh reflexively. But for Helen, that stimulation was more than enough. As she expertly guided Violet higher and higher to an unbearable breaking point, she felt her so-flexible body shudder and shake as a deliciously languid series of orgasms rippled through her, fireworks going off behind her eyes with each one.

Each of Violet’s breaths came out in a ragged moan, and Helen knew she was putting her daughter through a sublime torture. Each time the muscles in Vi’s love tunnel clenched warningly, Helen’s tongue retreated to a gentler flutter until the young girl’s spasms subsided. “Please!” Violet finally cried out in a half-sob, and that desperate cry was enough to spark off another climax in her mother.

Helen finally relented, pressing her face deeply into Violet’s cunt and bringing the young girl over the edge with a few long, twisting strokes of her superpowered tongue. Violet’s muscles clamped down tightly around the intruder, and her hips bucked up and down explosively. A long, guttural scream tore itself out of her throat and she rubbed her face back and forth against Helen’s creaming sex, coating her face in the liquid essence of her mother’s lust.

When Violet began to come down, Helen wriggled around until she was face to face with her daughter, lying on her side at the foot of the bed. “I love you so much Vi,” she gushed, kissing her child and savoring the taste of her daughter’s mouth mingled with her own juices.

Violet, her eyes dazed and her expression one of perfect satisfaction, returned the kiss automatically. “I love you too…love you…” she murmured, still panting.

With a wicked smile, Helen slid her hand between her daughter’s breasts, down her stomach and cupped her sopping little quim. “Catch your breath Vi…it’s almost time for round two!” Violet nodded enthusiastically and starting licking her juices from around her mother’s mouth.

Being so busy, neither female noticed the small, green monkey plush that had sat on Violet’s dresser the whole time. And once again, neither of them saw it vanish in a small cloud.

Cosmo reappeared in Jack Jack’s room, and shook his hand like he touched something hot. “Whew! That’s some spicy stuff!” Jack Jack had been sleeping soundly, but Cosmo’s voice awoke him and he started crying irritably. “Whoopsie!” With a wave of his wand, he lifted the infant out of his crib and into his arms. “Hush baby, don’t cry…” He made a funny face, and Jack Jack laughed loudly and burst into flames. Cosmo laughed as well. “Awww…he’s so cute when he’s fire. I wish me and Wanda had one of these!”

A frown suddenly appeared on Cosmo’s face. “You know little guy, I probably shouldn’t just leave you here…those two look like they’re gonna be pretty busy for awhile. You wanna come with me for awhile? Maybe I can find you a non-evil babysitter!”

Jack Jack just gurgled and clapped his hands happily, which Cosmo took for agreement. “Great! Let’s go! I’ve still got work to do!” The green haired fairy lifted his wand and poofed to a brand new location in a cloud of magic smoke. **ABDUCTION!**