EroticStories.com: We were in the kitchen at home..... by topcattopone (fetish)

We were in the kitchen at home..... (fm:fetish, 6867 words) [1/5]
Author: topcattopone	Added: Jul 21 2012	Views/Reads: 3883/2291 [59%]	Part vote: 9.08 (37 votes)
A one off tale ( unless I get more inspiration) of a young married couple who get a surprise visit from her mother. This mostly WAM and W/S - no leather whips!

It was in the summer of 2001 and we were in the kitchen at home, it was mid-afternoon, my husband had just poured something sticky over me, when the kitchen door opened and my mother stepped inside. "Diana,........I............I am so sorry!" She turned and was gone in an instant. Bob looked at me, shocked, he'd been caught doing something unmentionable to her daughter, would she ever forgive him? The fact that I had started the food fight had no relevance. My mother had seen what he was doing with that tin of Golden Syrup and it wasn't spreading it on his bread. I kicked his shin and laughed "Serves you right!" I snorted at him. "What do you think she'll say?" he asked rather glumly. I laughed again, "What she'll say, I cannot tell." I told him, "I'd be more interested in what she'll think!" "Should I go after her?" He asked. "In that state?" I asked. He looked down at himself. He was wet through, with Yoghurt in his hair and custard down his shirt front. "Look, give her time to get home and I'll ring her to explain." I added "What is there to explain?" He asked, "It was obvious what we were doing!" "We hadn't finished, - er..... had we?" I said with a cheeky grin on my face. "In that case..." He replied, "Take that!" I groaned as he covered the Golden Syrup in my hair with a pound of flour. I groaned for two reasons, Firstly it was groan of pleasure as I love it when he makes a real mess of me, but I also groaned when I thought of the work involved in getting the flour and syrup out of my waist long hair. I didn't have long to think about that, as he pulled out the front of my top and emptied a squeezy bottle of tomato sauce into my cleavage, covering my push-em-up bra and the tops of my breasts with the smelly substance. (I hate the stuff, but Bob insists on having These were just the first 40 lines of this story. Please sign in or set up a FREE account below to read full stories..
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