The Fowler and His Net - Chapter 4 - Sex Stories

The Fowler and His Net - Chapter 4

... been seedless, thin seminal fluid had been milked out by this wonder of nature.

Samantha Barton lay back, and his still hard cock slipped out of her warm home and slapped against his stomach. Her quivering pussy lips held tight on to it’s meal, until she reached down and loosened their remaining rigidity. A large, dollopy gush of semen burst forth and afterward lay in a trail across the lower part of her bottom. Gary guessed that much more remained inside, performing it’s reproductive work.

At last Gary came to his senses, his visual focus returned, he scanned the scene and Samantha looked lustfully at him. ‘Ooo, that’s made me all horny again.' He looked around; the bedroom door was ajar. A face was visible. He started and panicked as Samantha sat suddenly on his middle. ‘Is that you sweetie pie?’ she called.

‘Yes Mummy.' Came the reply.

‘Come in, come in,' Samantha said fussily, ‘you may as well see this.'

Rachel slipped sheepishly into the room, clad now, not only in her bikini bottoms, but also a tight little t-shirt that pressed her tits into two high and pronounced pillows.

‘Mr. Fowler and I were having sex Rachel, and I must say he was being most obliging.'

‘Yes Mummy.' She looked pained. ‘Mummy, is it true? Has Mr. Fowler fertilised your eggs?'

‘Oh no Honey Bunny, come here!’ the two gave each other a motherly, daughterly embrace. ‘Sweetie, sometimes girls say things to boys to make them excited, so that they can make them excited in return, ...

... that’s all. Mummy isn’t really going to have a baby. Certainly not with Mr. Fowler.’ Gary was not included in this conversation, even though is was happening just three feet away. In his post coital gloom he felt greatly put out.

Rachel pouted and sulked and her mother comforted her. ‘Oh, darling. Do you want another little brother or sister? Oh! Little baby’! They hugged again.

‘I guess not Mummy after all I do have cousins. Annie and Debby.' Rachel replied.

‘And Sam and Jacob!’

‘Yes, the boys too.'

‘Yes, there my little dumpling. Oh.' Samantha changed her tone and spoke to Gary. ‘Where are my manners? Mr. Fowler. Did you have a good experience?’ Gary was bemused by the ordinariness of the question.

‘Oh, Aye. It were fantastic, Sama…I mean Mrs. Barton.'

’That’s excellent, now Rachel. Do you remember our conversation a few weeks ago about your duties as a good lover following intercourse?'

‘I think so Mummy,' She replied, 'you have to make sure the man is clean and won’t….er.'

‘Retain any semen beneath his foreskin. If he has one of course, and Mr. Fowler has a lovely loose foreskin.'

‘I remember Mummy.'

‘Well, how do we do that?’

Rachel thought hard for a moment. ‘Do we take them into the shower and wash it?’

‘Or?'

‘We can…Mummy that sounds so horrible!’

‘No, peachy poo,’ Samantha hugged her daughter again. ‘We need to be brave if we want to grow up to be a good strong woman, Mmm?'’

‘’Yes Mummy.'

‘So what do we do?’

‘We ...