The Fowler and His Net - Chapter 10 - Sex Stories

The Fowler and His Net - Chapter 10

... bounced out of Rachel, waving in the air at her rear. ‘look!’ she reiterated, now forcing his face down toward Rachel’s still trembling nether region, who, though shaking, still arched her back to display the swollen pink area to both. ‘It’s dirty! Now, clean it up!”

‘But Mummy, I don’t want to.’

‘Don’t make me smack you!’

‘Charlie’ stuck out his tongue and move it closer to Rachel’s vagina, now slowly leaking his own semen. On first contact with the white fluid his face scrunched up into a look of disgust and, still in his faux childish voice began to cry pathetically.

‘Oh, you stupid, dirty little boy!’ Samantha gave her subject a violent slap on the rear and after making known again her demand to Charles pushed him aside, which prompted more drama from him. ‘Oh, I suppose I will have to do it! She stated.

Rachel reacted to her Mother’s probing mouth predictably. ‘Oh, God!’ she screamed as cum streamed down her Mother’s chin and onto her bikini top. ‘Nngg, oh, God!’ The little girl, just moments after her previous memento, began another, the soft shaking turned to a stiff rigidity as her screams died in the distance, which were followed by spasms of rhythmical body movement and a vacant stare ahead. Her mother stood up and over a slowly sobbing Colonel Mortimer and glowered down at him.

‘Charlie wub Mummy,’ he blubbered, looking up ‘Mummy wub Charlie?’

‘Of course Mummy loves Charlie, Mummy will always love Charlie.’

Samantha sat on the box behind her ...

... and swept out her left breast from the skimpy garment that controlled them. The Colonel rushed to his knees in front of her and began to suck eagerly from the red and conspicuous nipple that poked out to join them.

Deborah, whose impish smirk had grown to one of derision during this pantomime had obviously discovered that she could not restrain her propriety and deigned to comment on what she had seen. ‘Jesus, what a load of freaks you are!’

The comment stopped the happy scene abruptly, and the suspended disbelief broke like a lightning bolt. Samantha signed and looked down. Colonel Mortimer released his feeding teat and frowned. The teenage bystander instantly realized that her faux pas would have consequences and tried to back track to some extent.

‘I mean, it’s kind of sexy, yes, kind of…’ she had stopped the sensory pleasure of Gary some minutes before, and now began again, concentrating on her task and hoping the now awkward situation would blow over.

‘Young lady,’ Samantha said quietly and seriously ‘I try to minister to souls in need; if you had a little more life experience, you would understand that!’

‘’I am sorry Auntie Samantha.’

Samantha stood and turned, stuffing her breast back into her swimwear. ‘It is a trait in your family, this kind of rudeness.’

‘It stems from that father of yours, ‘ Colonel Mortimer enjoined. ‘He may have position, but he lacks friends, where it matters most.’

‘It stems from your Mother!’ added Samantha. ‘even when ...