Please enjoy the fifth chapter in this work of fiction. Mom's panty sniffing son is the youngest of the characters, and is nineteen years old.
While Darlene and Darcy have had their share of oral sex with women in this story, this chapter contains of touch of oral sex between Derrick and his father. It that is where you draw the line, please skip the end of this chapter.
A special thanks to the volunteer editors who have helped me get this published
βTaylor VanCannon
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Darcy looked up from her bowl of cereal when Derrick walked into the kitchen, rubbing his eyes.
"About time you got up," she said, "it's almost noon."
"Hey," he said, ignoring her sarcasm. "How come you're home so early?"
"Actually, I'm home late."
He gave her a puzzled look and scratched his uncombed hair.
"Just fix your breakfast, you'll figure it out."
He was halfway through his bowl of cereal before it dawned on him, she hadn't come home last night. He gave her a wide grin.
"Not too quick this morning," she said, teasing him.
He chuckled, then said, "So, you had a good date."
"It was," she said, "he was very romantic. I liked that."
"Liked?" He gave her a wink and said, "That doesn't sound very passionate."
"There's more to life than passion," she said, swatting his arm. "We went to a nice French restaurant, it was very elegant."
"Okay, so he fed you."
Annoyed, she said, "He took me dancing afterwards."
"Check. He swept you off your feet. Get to the good part."
"Derrick!" she said, frowning at him, "Is that all you think about?"
He laughed, heartily.
"Right," she said, suppressing a giggle, "what was I thinking?"
"So... did you?"
"Yes," she said, "like I said, he was very romantic. We had a nice, long, slow... fuck. There, happy now?"
Derrick looked at her cautiously. Just the detached way she said it, something didn't sound quite right. Taking a wild guess, he asked, "Did he get you off?"
She turned her head away from him, annoyed to have been drawn into this conversation. She fidgeted with her red hair, twisting a strand with her stubby fingers. "There's more to life than getting off. He was a really nice guy."
He looked at her skeptically, waiting for her to return his gaze. When she finally did, he could see the disappointment in her pale blue eyes. "I'm sorry Sis, I didn't mean to upset you. I'm glad you had a good time."
"I did," she said, matter of factly, "and I spent the night with him."
"How about this morning, did he get you off then?"
She looked at him wistfully, then said, "He was very tender, waking me up with a massage. It was nice." Fuck! Doubt crept into her mind. Was Derrick right?
Derrick shook his head, realizing she didn't answer the question.
Defiant, she said, "And no, I didn't get off. He had to get to work and there wasn't enough time."
"You sent him to work with a boner?"
It finally dawned on her, she had been used and gotten nothing in return. She hated to admit that her brother was right, but she was on the losing end of this argument. There was no point in delaying the inevitable. "No, Mr. Smarty Pants, I did not send him to work with a hard on. I blew him first." She paused, realizing the absurdity of defending this guy any further, then added, "The little shit."
Derrick sat stone faced, waiting for Darcy to crack up. It didn't take long, and together they had a good laugh.
"I suppose your day was better," she said, her laughter subsiding.
"I had a date."
"With Mom?" she asked, sarcastically.
He stuck his tongue out at her and fished Mandy's lime green boy shorts out of his pocket. He held them up and took a quick whiff before tossing them to Darcy.
She instinctively caught them and stretched out the waistband. Too big to be Mom's. "Where'd you get them?"
"Smell them first, then I'll tell you."
It dawned on her where this morning was heading, and she felt an instant warmth in her loins. Indulging him, she gingerly brought them up to her nose and took a delicate sniff. They definitely had the scent of an aroused woman.
"Mandy McCabe," he said, beaming with pride.
"Who?"
"She's a friend of Mom's."
"Mom set you up with one of her friends?" she asked, incredulously. "Why would she do that?"
"It's a long story. I thought you would know her."
"Why?"
He gave her a devious smile, then said, "Because you fucked her son, Johnny McCabe."
She stared at him in disbelief. "And how could you possibly know that?"
"Is it true?"
Fuck! She should have been pissed with him for delving into her personal life. But, it had just the opposite effect, arousing her even more. "Not exactly," she said, "I didn't fuck him. But, he was my very first blow job." A warm smile crossed her lips as her mood softened.
"Let's go upstairs." Confident Darcy would follow him, he entered his parent's room and plopped into the recliner.