The Fowler and His Net - Chapter 5 - Sex Stories

The Fowler and His Net - Chapter 5

... the floor.

Mrs. Burton moved to Gary’s side and held his soft genitals. She wanted to judge her daughter’s performance by Gary’s natural reaction. ‘Breathe in darling, and remember, long for him.’

Rachel didn’t make a reply but altered her posture to make her large pert breasts more of a feature. Her expression became more intense, but remained focused on Garry. Her left hand partially vanished under the tightly pulled buttons of her shirt, which widened as these fastenings were released. Her right hand disappeared behind her.

‘Yes, very good sweets, but remember to shift your weight.’ Rachel responded by transferring her balance from one hip to the other and presented a more relaxed pose. The pleats on her skirt bunched as her hemline descended a few inches and her blouse became free, however, before she gave Gary a glimpse of her undergarments, she turned her shoulder, looking and smouldering at his eyes as she did.

Gary’s cock began to twitch. Over the past week he had begun to appreciate the thing that he had been deliberately ignoring throughout his one-sided sexual life; that the woman had an active and important role in his pleasure.

‘Now you have begun teasing baby, what do you do?’ Samantha asked her daughter.

Rachel thought about this and nodded. ‘I remember Mummy.’ She gave out a teasing, childlike giggle

Her mother felt the excitement of Gary who rapidly began to stiffen.

‘That’s good honey, now shoes.’

Rachel moved toward Gary, who ...

... flinched slightly as she placed her shod foot on the bed between his legs, an inch away from his encapsulated cock. He gained a view of Rachel’s pale blue panties as she did this and she slowly rolled down her long socks, slowly unbuckled her staid school shoes, pouted and carefully observed her own actions. After removing both items, she repeated the process on the other side and gave another sultry turn away. Her skirt dropped to the floor and Rachel put her index finger to her mouth.

‘Rachel, sweetheart. It’s not a Carry On film. Remember, you are the granddaughter of a baronet. Try again.’

‘Yes Mummy' replied Rachel who bent to retrieve her fallen garment and readopted her pose. This time she turned, let it fall, opened her legs, arched her back and gave Gary a scared, doe-eyed look, that made his cock jump.

‘Very good darling,' Samantha responded. ‘I couldn’t have done it better myself.’

Next, Rachel’s shoulder appeared and she followed the line of her blouse with her eyes as it descended. She moved onto her other hip, turned away, gave Gary a glimpse of her other shoulder and let her shirt drift floorward. Her matching pale blue flowered bra held her big tits as they punched into the warm air of the bedroom.

Samantha began to manipulate Gary’s now erect penis. He looked down to see his foreskin slowly moving back and forth. Rachel, also saw this and her eyes widened with lust.

‘Rachel sweetie, be demure. Don’t become too excited Hun.’

‘’Yes Mummy. ...