The Fowler and His Net - Chapter 3 - Sex Stories

The Fowler and His Net - Chapter 3

... have and be comfortable with it.'

‘’But, but…'

‘Mr. Fowler is a gentleman and as such will not make it into any big incident I assure you.'

There was a long and rustling wait as Gary finally lay his next tile and reached over for his grouting bag. A wine glass chinked.

‘There, that was easy wasn’t it.'

‘’I guess it was Mummy.'

‘Now, we'll enjoy the sun and let Mr. Fowler get on with his work.'

‘Yes Mummy.'

Gary could not resist. He furtively glanced behind once more. Samantha spoke again before he could focus on this new delight and he wrenched his head forward sharply.

‘Oh, how silly of me, we need to put more cream on. Pass it over here sausage.'

Gary was treated to the slurping and slapping noises of oil being applied to prostrate breast.

‘You now Hun.' Samantha demanded. Rachel had obviously silently protested because she followed up her words. ‘You silly girl. Am I going to have to do it?’

‘No Mummy.' There was a repeat of the same oily sound.

‘Yes, those as well.' Samantha insisted. Gary imagined correctly that ‘those’ referred to her nipples.

‘There.’ Samantha droned. The wine glass clinked again.

Gary again ventured to look behind him, and converted his upside-down view. The difference between Rachel’s and Samantha’s gorgeous tits was age and presumably use. While the mother’s lay, the daughter’s rose like proving dough and were topped off by a noticeably erect pair of nipples that had obviously responded well to their ...

... creamy self massage. Gary reached into his trousers and straightened his long cock upward.

His craft inevitably suffered from the distraction and he cursed his workmanship as he lifted another crooked tile from the quick setting adhesive.

‘What are you doing darling?’ Samantha asked.

‘It won’t go in Mummy and I don’t want to lie flat.'

‘Oh, let me…' Gary looked and saw both pairs of breasts dangling and both firm bums wiggling as Samantha and Rachel tried to lift the back rest of Rachel’s sun lounger. ‘It has stuck hasn’t it. Oh, Mr. Fowler?' She cried.

‘Mummy you can’t.'

‘Oh, don’t be silly this isn’t the first pair of topless girls Mr. Fowler has had to assist, I’m sure.'

Gary turned, and still on his hands and knees gained his first properly orientated view of a topless Samantha. Rachel, also in his sight, had covered herself with her arms.

‘Erm, err, yes, err, Mrs. Barton.' Gary replied.

‘I wonder, would you mind helping us with this…Rachel, what have I said to you about confidence?'

‘Mummy…' whined Rachel.

‘Oh, Mr Fowler is a grown man, he isn’t interested in a little girls nakedness. Isn’t that true Mr. Fowler?'’

‘Well, I really…'

Samantha interrupted him. ‘And, as I said before, he is a gentleman.’

‘Yes Mummy.' Rachel moved one knee forward, putting the foot underneath on tip toe then pivoted her covered body shyly.

‘I’m waiting young lady.' Said her mother sternly.

‘Doh, Okay' said the daughter grumpily as she slowly lowered ...