The Fowler and His Net - Chapter 10 - Sex Stories

The Fowler and His Net - Chapter 10

... wanted anything to do with them. He could not understand why anyone would want to behave in the manner of the Colonel at this moment. He also could not understand why he was being shown all of this. Surely it was a dark secret, this perversion of the upper crust. Something that should be hidden. Unfortunately for Gary Fowler, he did not really understand anything at all.

Samantha watched her two “children” at play for a few moments and began pinching her own nipples softly through the thin fabric of her expensive swimwear. She stopped at the first sign of blushing excitement. ‘I am so glad you two kids are getting along.’ She stroked the back of her daughter and looked playfully at Charles. ‘Does little Charlie want a tickle? Does little Charlie want a tickle?’ She giggled.

Charles Mortimer giggled back in, what was for Gary, a sickening high pitched voice. This prompted Samantha to begin her tickle which in reality consisted of a vigorous masturbation of Charles now stationary long penis, the wide cock head being held captive by Rachel’s well trained labia.

‘Tiggle, iggle, iggle.’ She gushed light-heartedly.

Charles did not giggle back, instead the real world seemed to flood in. He began to sweat and his eyes darted around with a look of confusion.

‘…iggle, iggle…’ Continued Samantha.

The Colonel retained his affected falsetto while he obviously coped with his approaching inner storm. ‘Mummy, Mummy. ‘ he struggled with his words, ‘Charlie want... to go ...

... wee wee!’

These pathetic words trigger a change in behaviour from his “Mother’” ‘No,’ she began angrily. ‘Charlie mustn’t go wee wee. Charlie can’t go wee wee.’ Her “tickling” kept on, unabated. ‘If Charlie goes wee wee then Mummy will be very, very angry!’

The situation seemed to be a very familiar one to Rachel who, still poised on the brink by her mother’s unrelenting tickling, gasped and twitched with excitement as pathos played out behind her. However, despite Samantha’s ostensible threats, it was all too late for the Colonel. He began his end in his adopted falsetto, ‘Charlie…want…’ and ended it in his natural baritone, ‘…wee wee…’ His buttocks began to clench and Gary could see his big balls that prior to this moment had swung and slapped Rachel with a syncopated rhythm, tighten and pulsate. This provoked a simulated anger in his “Mother”.

‘No, no! You dirty, dirty boy!’ She started to slap the Colonel loudly on his energetic backside. ‘you dirty filthy little boy, what are you doing to your sister!’

The middle aged man gave no response other than a series of last grunts and groans as his dammed up issuance flowed into the third person of this ridiculous farce. Rachel responded with her own orgasm as the violently twitching cock inside her threw out it’s reproduction. Her Mother reacted apoplectically. ‘You disgusting little boy, what did you just do? Look, look!’ she grasped the Colonel’s short hair and pulled him upright, his enormous penis flopped and ...