The Fowler and His Net - Chapter 3
Date: 12/8/2023,
Categories:
Fiction
Female exhibitionist,
Masturbation
Teen
Author: East Essex
... mother.
‘I’m bored now, can I go back in?’
‘Of course, honey. Don’t forget your things, huh?’
‘No, Mummy’.
Rachel rose, smiled, gave her mother a kiss on the cheek and began running toward the house, her boobs bouncing up and down. Samantha had one last thing to say. ‘Rachel. Manners?'
The girl stopped and turned ‘Sorry Mummy. Bye Mr. Fowler.’
‘Oh, err, good, err… Goodbye Rachel.’ Gary replied.
‘’And what else?’ said Samantha, the girl turned again, her tits jiggled once more and Gary stared directly at them.
‘Mummy?' inquired Rachel. Mrs. Barton pointed to the cool bag beside her sun chair. ‘Oh, sorry Mummy.' She picked up the bag straight legged and slowly, her posture slightly askew, giving Gary a perfect view of her dangling breasts and the small, tight gusset of her bikini bottoms. The light blue material had almost entirely darkened, again a fact tactfully ignored or unnoticed by her mother. She rose, and her taut, large tits found their perch once ...
... more.
‘On your way now! You silly girl’ Samantha teased.
After this, she was free to run back through the French windows and Gary and Samantha were left alone.
‘Oh, Gary you have no idea of the difficulties raising a young lady on one’s own.' Said Samantha, raising herself onto her elbows. Gary was feeling difficulties of another type.
‘She seems a nice enough lass.' He said blandly. In truth Gary was as sexually tormented as a man could be.
‘Well, I must thank you, it seems you may be a good influence on the girl.' A point he may have disputed.
‘I don’t know what I did to be honest.' Gary replied.
‘Oh, you were just being a lovely, kind man. Rachel has such issues around men, I really can’t thank you enough.'
Gary was lost for words. He blurted out the first that came into his head. ‘No?’
Samantha smiled and bit her bottom lip; it was obviously the right word. ‘No,’ Samantha repeated. ‘of course I “can” thank you. Now, Gary, you did what I asked you to do, didn’t you?’