The Fowler and His Net - Chapter 3 - Sex Stories

The Fowler and His Net - Chapter 3

... movement. Gary closed his eyes and reopened them on his job.

‘Do you want me to do your bottom half too Mummy?’ Rachel asked.

‘Yes sweetheart, then we’ll do you, okay?'

Gary fought the urge to turn around. At this moment he would not have needed a scribe to score the tiles, a more available instrument pushed against his fly and he sorely wished he had spent all of the previous three days furiously masturbating.

‘Higher honey. Yes, work it in there.'

The zip on the front of his work trousers strained as Rachel performed her task. A minute or so later and the conversation continued.

‘Why did you wear this silly thing dumpling, I bought you that Dior last year, remember?'

‘Mummy! I couldn’t wear that, not with…'

‘Oh, he wouldn’t mind. You wouldn’t have minded would you Mr. Fowler?'

He didn’t need to think about this too much. ‘No Mrs. Barton.'

‘See, and now you are going to get those silly tan lines, remember what I said about them?'

‘They’re common Mummy.'

‘Yes, that’s right, common. We wouldn’t want you to look like a vulgar little trollop would we.'

‘No Mummy.'

‘No, well let’s make do then.’ A short fumbling silence followed.

‘Mummy’! complained Rachel.

‘Now you won’t get tan lines.' Declared Samantha.

This was getting far too much for Gary. He pretended to look around for something, rose and made a quick dash to his van. Out of the corner of his eye he noticed Samantha’s head turn as he stooped away.

He sat behind the ...

... wheel and begged his body to behave. There was obviously a lot more to Mrs. Barton than met the eye and he was privately appalled that she could use her own daughter as a sexual persuading hammer with which to knock in the next paving slab of his insanity. But at the same time, he was weak and she knew it; and she also knew, while Gary did not, that he would devote himself to her if given the chance.

He returned poolside when the pair were mid conversation. He looked over at a prone Rachel, the clip on her bikini top was undone and the straps lay either side of her flattened tits. He knelt down again, facing away from them.

‘You, had no problem on Santorini last year sweetheart.'

‘But Mummy, everyone else was doing it then, and well…'

‘You need to learn to be more confident darling,.' He heard the sound of a wine glass being placed on the tiles, ‘and there’s no better time than with your own mother.’

‘But Mummy...’

‘Oh, I’ll start.' Gary’s mind didn’t need the sense of sight. He pictured the scene perfectly and when he looked beneath his arm again, lo and behold, Samantha was topless, face up, her breasts rounded under gravity and offset slightly to each side, with each nipple pushing into the warm summer sunshine.

‘But Mummy!’

‘Now listen to me honey. Confidence is very important in our social class, I have explained that to you time and time again, and the best way to achieve that confidence is to overcome some teeny-weeny little fear that you might ...