Caution: This Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including White Female, Foot Fetish, Leg Fetish,
Desc: Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Danni loved his mother very much... or maybe not.
Danni was spreading an even layer of peanut butter on the first slice of bread. He was completely engrossed in this task. Rachel looked impatiently at him.
"Danni, hurry up or you will miss the bus," Rachel said.
"Ok, mommy," the boy answered, then looked up at his mother and said "You are so beautiful today, mom."
"The women must be careful when you grow up dear," Rachel said and smiled widely.
"What do you mean?"
"You are a great flatterer. Now, tell me what you want!"
"You are really beautiful. Everyone knows that."
"Ok Danni, tell me what you want from me!"
Danni put the slice of bread in the dish and stared at his mother.
"I just wondered if it is possible ... daddy to be with us again."
Rachel's face darkened. She crumpled the napkin nervously.
"Danni, we have talked about that a lot. I explained what the word divorce means. Daddy doesn't live with us but he loves you very much. He will come to see you next Saturday. You know that."
"Why do you hate him?" Danni asked angrily.
"I don't hate him. We just can't live together anymore. You have to understand that."
"But mom, we need him. What if you got sick? Who's going to take care for me then?"
"Your pretty mother will always be taking care of you. Now, get ready for school."
Danni stood up abruptly and ran up the stairs to his room. He didn't want Rachel to see the tears in his eyes.
"Are you ready?" Rachel cried out impatiently from the kitchen.
"I am coming mom"
The school bus brought Danni home at 2 p.m. He got in, locked the front door, went in his room and lied on his bed. He lied motionlessly for more than an hour, just staring at the ceiling. Then he paced to the bathroom. He kneeled down and ran the palms of his hands on the cold tiles. After that he went down to the garage. Some of his father's belongings were still there. Danni read the labels of some of the plastic bottles dumped into the corner and found what he was looking for.
Rachel got back from work at 6 p.m. She kicked off her pumps and threw her purse on the couch.
"Danni, where are you dear?" she asked loudly.
"In my room, mom?"
"Did you eat your lunch today?"
"What are you doing now? Playing computer games, aren't you?"
"No. I am doing my homework."
"You are not lying to me, are you?"
Rachel didn't wait for his answer. She took off her skirt and hastily unbuttoned her white blouse. It was a tiring day so she badly wanted a refreshing shower. Pacing towards the bathroom, Rachel felt the pleasant coolness of the hardwood floor under her stockinged feet. The tiles near the door were as slippery as ice. Her right foot slipped forward. She flailed her arms trying to regain balance. In this moment her left foot slipped too. Her ankle twisted inwards and she fell down heavily.
Danni heard his mother's painful cry, turned off the computer and ran out the room and down the stairs. Rachel was sitting in the middle of the bathroom, clasping her left ankle with both hands. She whimpered then tightened her lips as she saw her son coming. She didn't want to scare him.
"Mommy, what happened?" Danni asked with a trembling voice.
"I slipped, Danni. The tiles are so slippery. I had to be more cautious."
"Did you hurt yourself, mom? Why are you crying?"
Rachel rubbed her tears away with the end of her sleeve and tried to smile. Her smile looked more like a grimace though.
"I am fine, dear. Just ... my ankle is a bit sore. Don't worry about me. Could you please bring my purse?"
Danni turned and headed to the living room. Rachel dragged herself to the toiled pan. Holding on the sink for support, she managed to lift herself up and sit on the pan. She lifted her left leg, flexed her knee and rested her calf on her right knee. The pain made her feel dizzy. She closed her eyes for a moment, took a deep breath and tried to calm down. Then she leant forward to examine her injured ankle. A swelling had stared to grow under the black stocking. Even the slightest movement was causing a nasty, shooting pain.
Danni reached out to give her the purse. Rachel stared uncomprehendingly at him.
"Oh ... the purse ... thanks Danni," she mumbled and took it.
The boy cocked his head and looked intently at Rachel's swollen ankle while she blew her nose. He wanted desperately to know what she was thinking. Then he took a towel and started wiping the tiles.
"The tiles must have been wet," Danni said.
"Sure. You have to be more careful than me. Promise!"
As Danni whipped the tiles clean, Rachel propped herself on the wall and stood up, awkwardly balancing on her good leg. She kept her left foot safely off the floor.
"Can you put weight on it," Danni asked worriedly.
"I think ... I should not do that"
"Lean on me mom!"
As they made their way to the living room, Rachel barely managed to stifle her gasps. Every hop was shaking her injured ankle. The pain was gradually becoming intolerable. Finally they got to the couch and Rachel slumped on it. She pulled the stocking down her leg to her ankle. Then wincing, she gingerly removed it. Danni's eyes popped out at the sight.
"We must call daddy!" he said calmly.
Rachel tensed and glared at her son.
"We don't need him, Danni! I don't want to hear you talking about him anymore," she said angrily.
"But mommy ... he always knows what must be done."
"Give me the phone!" Rachel ordered.
Danni's face brightened and he hurried to bring it to his mother.
Rachel took it impatiently and dialed 911.