Moms the word

by

Marko

Darren is 14yrs old and lives with his mother and crazy sister Sylvia
in a small village called Viscos. His mother works for a bank that
has a branch in Viscos.

Darren always liked his mother,Ann, she was always dressed in a
lady-like way as her job required,
but like many women, she suffered from sweating feet. He knew his
sister fancied him big time, dispite her being blood related. His
life is always good, until the day he finds a strange tablet in the
medicine cabinet.


Darren realised his sister was still in the house and may try
something to day, he best keep a look out.

Sylvia came down the stairs dressed in nylons and her lovely leather
heels.

Sylvia: What ya doing?
Darren: Nothing.

Sylvia moved towards the couch and sat down.

Sylvia: (Rubbing Darrens shoulders) You know I've always fancied you.
Darren: I sort of knew.
Sylvia: I know your almost cumming now.
Darren: Cut the small talk.
Sylvia: (Opening Darren's trousers)Ok, get it out.
Darren: Are you sure?
Sylvia: Yes, I want you! 
Darren: Your not messing?
Sylvia: No so hurry up before I bust you up.
Darren: Fuck off then, you the one that wants it.
Sylvia: (Takes off bra) Come on, touch them, feel them.

Intimedated by her huge boobs, he submitted to her desires, he had
sex at 14!
After about 30 mins of some type of sexual pleasure they had had
their fill.

The phone rang, it was their mom she was coming home from work soon.
His sister let him lick her boobs until she decided it would be
better to shower after the passionate session.

About 30 mins later Darren' mom was home, darren was force to move
off the sofa and onto the floor as his mohter sat dowm tired. His
sister came down the stairs and left for her friends house to prepare
for the next nights party.

His mother soon closed her eyes and feel asleep, he could smeel the
heavenly smel of sweat from her feet as he sat there, he dared to
move closer to her lovely feet.

As he inhaled the fragrence, he failed to notice his mothers eyes
open rapidly.

Ann: Were you smeling my feet?
Darren: Yes, I admit it.
Ann: Wait?! You like the smeel of my feet?
Darren: They smell like a miracle fragence.
Ann: You must be unwell, I'll get you a anti-biotic, it must be
bactria.
Darren: I don't know.

His mum got the pill and gave it to him.

Ann: Swallow this.
Darren: alright.

Everything went black.

To be continued at a later date, but will be continued.

You have my word on that.