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Chapter 12
Dottie's first stop was at the produce department of her local supermarket.
She wanted to find the perfect dildo sized zucchini with which to tempt
Andy's mother. She wanted them to be over a foot long, so there was enough
room to grip the end and thoroughly fill a needy cunt. She also checked
them by wrapping her hand around them to make sure they were suitably thick.
Ooh, that's a nice one, Dottie thought. That ought to fill her aching
pussy. She also bought two more, one slightly larger and the other smaller.
We'll give the girl a choice. She thought about putting identifying marks
on each one, so she could tell which one the woman chose. She's so horny,
I'll bet she doesn't take the small one, she thought. Dottie realized she
was getting way ahead of herself; her neighbor might not use any of them.
Next, Dottie went to the bookstore to buy a couple of novels by her favorite
author. They were in the romance category, but had better than average
plots and lots of hot sex. They weren't as explicit as men's porn books,
but Dottie couldn't read one without becoming really worked up. Dottie
couldn't imagine any woman being immune to the lusty stories, even a prude
like Andy's mother. Dottie just hoped the woman would actually read them
instead of burning them! Now she was ready for stage two of her plan.
Dottie returned home and kept the house quiet in hopes of hearing her
neighbor drive up. Sure enough, she heard a car drive up next door at a
little after three. She peeked out of the blinds to make sure it was her
target. I'll give her a couple of minutes to become settled, and then
pounce, thought Dottie. She put the books and squashes into a colorful gift
bag. When she thought the time was right, she walked next door and rang the
bell.
When the door opened, Dottie was facing a woman about ten years younger,
slightly shorter, and of slightly smaller build. She was conservatively
dressed in slacks and a blouse. She was a fairly attractive woman, with
hair pulled tightly back and tied at the nape of her neck. Dottie thought
she looked rather stern, and definitely tense.
"Hello, I'm Dottie Wicklund, your next door neighbor."
"Pleased to meet you. I'm Mary Magellan." She offered her hand to Dottie.
Dottie took it and squeezed gently in an attempt to convey warmth and
comfort.
"I've met your son, Andy, so I thought I'd come over and introduce myself."
"Oh, has he been bothering you?"
"Not at all! He seems like a delightful boy." She wanted to add, "with a
delightful cock, as you know," but she held her tongue. "I've brought a
little welcome gift for you." She reached into the bag and withdrew the
books. "Your son tells me you're quite a reader, so I bought you a couple
of books by my favorite author. I just love his complex story lines."
Again she held her tongue and didn't say, "and all the hot fucking!"
"Why thank you, Dottie, that's very thoughtful of you. Would you like to
come in?"
"I'll take a rain check, but thank you. I know you just got home from work
and probably have things to do. I also brought you these." She handed the
bag to Mary. "I have a friend who's an avid gardener," she lied, "and every
summer she gives me more zucchini than I can possibly eat."
"Thanks again," Mary said warmly.
Dottie moved closer to Mary, putting her mouth close to Mary's ear, and
spoke in a lowered voice. "Andy tells me your husband is out of town, so if
you don't feel like eating the zucchini, they make a great substitute for a
man, if you know what I mean." She gave Mary a sly wink.
Mary stiffened at the remark. "Mrs. Wicklund, I am a Christian woman and I
do not do that!"
"Oh no! Mary, I'm afraid I've insulted or embarrassed you! That was
certainly not my intent." Dottie put her arm around the smaller woman's
shoulders in a sisterly manner. "Look. God made us women sexual creatures.
He gave us the orgasm to make us want to have sex. Our bodies and minds
get used to having those orgasms. When they're suddenly taken away, we
suffer mental and physical consequences. It's not a sin to give yourself an
orgasm when your body craves one, Mary, it's just not!"
"I . . . well . . . it's just that . . .." Mary was at a loss for words.
She had never talked about masturbation with even her closest girlfriends.
Now here was this woman, whom she had just met, who was talking about it in
a very frank way. Mary felt like she should take offense, but Dottie seemed
so warm, open, and straightforward, that it was hard to dislike her.
"Oh, I've really upset you. I'm so sorry! Come here, Dear." Dottie
wrapped her arms around Mary and hugged her tightly. Mary was aware of
Dottie's full breasts pressing against her. These unwanted displays of
affection would usually upset her, but with Dottie, it just felt comforting.
It reminded her of the hugs her grandmother had given her when she was a
little girl. She even half-heartedly hugged Dottie back.
Dottie pulled the side of her face away from Mary's and looked into her
eyes. "Maybe I seem like a horrible old woman to you, but I'm really
thinking of your best interests." Dottie rubbed her hand up and down Mary's
back and said, "Sometimes giving yourself an orgasm is the best thing you
can do for God, for yourself, and for your family. You should try to get
past your unhealthy guilt, Dear."
"I don't think you're a horrible woman, Dottie. We were just raised with
different attitudes."
"Thank you, Mary, I'm really glad to hear that! I hope we can grow to be
good friends. And remember, you're never too old to change. Well, I've
taken enough of your time."
"So long, Dottie. Drop by anytime."
Dottie hugged Mary tightly again after that remark. "Thanks Mary, the same
goes for you. 'Bye-'bye." Dottie walked back to her house feeling quite
pleased with the way things had developed.
Mary walked back inside with her head swirling with emotion. All her life
she had been taught that masturbation was wrong. Now, here was a wonderful,
warm woman who not only was giving her permission to do it, but also was
actually encouraging her. She had even given her a vegetable to stick into
her vagina! It was just too much. Mary decided to do some relaxing reading
before she started cooking dinner. She thought she would start one of the
books Dottie had just given her. That would probably help her clear her
mind.