One day my mother confronted me one day when my dad wasn'taround. She said Frankie we need to have a little "talk" I thought whatcould this be about? ...he said she noticed that some of her things had beenmessed with, and needless to say she was not happy and she asked all kindsof questions to which I had a tough time answering, she told me that youngboys don't dress like that,thank goodness she never told my dad about it,since at that point I was an only child and that my mom had. They worked hard and I enjoyed having dinner with them in the evening, hearing stories and John’s philosophy on this and that.I was their only apprentice, but they told me their daughter would be home from college soon and she worked with them for the summer. I didn’t think much about that until the day she arrived just in time for dinner. When she ran up to her parents and hugged them and said how good it was to be home, I was stunned not only by how pretty she was but by her tight jeans and. I thought of a plan to fuck her, next day I asked one of my friend to bring me a strong d**g which may make any one pass out. He delivered the package by evening and I carefully mixed it in my dad’s drink and helped mom to take him into bedroom. She was covering him with blanket her ass was turned towards me. I grabbed her hips and pulled her toward me and place my dick in her ass crack then slowly leaned on top her holding her boobs and whispered to her ear I have d**gged him and the night is. I stood and came to her side, offering my hand. She took it and rose beside me. I put my hand on her broad back, and she lifted her chin. I kissed her, and her arms came around my neck.Her body was warm and wonderful, firm but yielding. Our mouths parted and rejoined, and she clawed at my back and made a noise in her throat. She indeed was wearing stays and my hands rose to the firm sides of her upright, pear-shaped breasts, lifting them even higher, squeezing them in toward each other.She.