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Subject: Dottie and the Neighbor Boy, Chapter 16
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I would like to hear your comments on this story and ideas for more F/m
stories. If there any female readers with real F/m experiences, please
share them. -furfool
Chapter 16
Mary didn't speak much on the way to breakfast. She had a great deal of
quick thinking to do. Mary felt like one of the least lucky people in the
world. She had to be caught masturbating by her son on the second time in
her entire life that she had tried it. She had never been so embarrassed.
Although she, in her sudden philosophical reversal, had given him permission
to masturbate, she never intended him to feel free to watch her. Not only
had he spied on her, but also he actually joined in with her!
On the other hand, Andy had made some valid points. She hadn't respected
his privacy. She felt as if she had a parental right to invade his privacy
when necessary, but she could see how her frequent invasions could inspire
revenge. Andy was right about the fact that she was making excuses to see
his erection. She knew that she shouldn't be playing such a game with her
son, but she had become so . . . horny. There was that crude word again,
but, she had to admit, it described her well. Dottie had been right about
masturbating. Mary should have done it sooner to prevent her strong, sexual
need from clouding her judgement. Seeing a good, stiff erection had aroused
her, even if she was flirting with incest. She really loved seeing her son
shoot his seed when he burst in on her. She was embarrassed at being
caught, but his ejaculation had prolonged her orgasm.
Mary's silence continued at the restaurant. They ordered and began waiting
for their food. Mary sipped her coffee and tried to think how best to
approach the issue. Shortly, the food came and they started eating.
Finally, Mary let out a long sigh and said, "Andrew, we need to discuss what
happened this morning."
"Sure, Mom," he said as if shooting jism all over one's mother is no big
deal.
"I'm very angry with you for having burst into my room without permission,
and masturbating in front of me."
"Mom! Like you haven't done it to me a thousand times!"
"Hush, young man. I never burst into your room and masturbated in front of
you! You never would have seen me if you hadn't barged into my room
uninvited." (Andy smiled to himself, knowing that he had already seen her.
She just didn't know it.)
"I was talking about the barging in part, Mom!"
"OK, you have a point there. My judgement hasn't been very sound over the
last few days. I am willing to grant you more privacy. However, bear in
mind that, as a parent, if I believe you are doing something wrong behind
closed doors; I may enter and discipline you. I won't invade your room for
masturbation. In return, you must agree to respect my privacy."
"OK, but I don't see what the big deal is anymore. You know I do it, and
you like to watch me. I know you do it, now, and I like to watch you, too."
Andy's candor caught her off guard, and caused a strong tingling in her
clit. "The point is that it's wrong. Have you ever heard of the word
incest, Andrew?"
"Yes, but incest became a taboo because the practice created retarded
children. As long as that is avoided, some sexual exchanges between parents
and children can be considered a beneficial part of a child's education."
Mary was stunned by her son's intellectual discourse. "My goodness, where
did you hear that?"
"Dottie told me." Andy immediately regretted having let that slip.
"When have you spoken with Dottie about incestuous relations?" asked Mary
incredulously.
Andy tried to sound nonchalant. "It just came up in conversation. She
mentioned seeing her parents have sex when she was young, and wished she
could have been more open with them about her sexual questions."
"Oh, I see. Well, are there any questions that you don't feel free to ask
me about, Andrew?"
"Um . . . since we both know we like to watch each other do it, could we do
it together again sometime?"
Mary almost choked on her food. Her own son had just asked her to
willingly, openly, fondle her genitals in front of him. She had just given
herself permission to do it at all, and now he wanted her to do it publicly!
As shocked as she was, she felt the crotch of her panties moisten. Oh my
Lord, she thought, what's happening to me! In spite of my better judgement,
I want to say yes! "I . . . uh . . . well . . . I'll have to think about
that, Andrew," she sputtered. She knew she should just have said no, but
breaking her lifelong masturbation taboo had made feel as if she had missed
a lot. She wanted more sexual pleasure in her life.
The pair went home and went their separate ways. Mary wanted to spend the
day relaxing, so she decided to do only light household chores today. She
ran the dishwasher, and put a load of laundry in the machine. She picked up
the book that Dottie gave her and began to read. In no time, she began to
feel the warm, throbbing sensation in her sex parts. She kept reading, and
was soon seriously thinking about giving herself some sexual relief. If I
go into my room now, Andrew will know exactly what I'm doing, she thought.
He'll probably ask to watch, and I'm just not ready for that. I'd better
try to hold off until my regular bedtime. Mary looked at her watch and
groaned at how far away that time was.
Andy left his room to get a can of pop from the kitchen. He passed the
living room on the way, and saw his mother reading and fidgeting. By now,
he knew that her squirming meant she was horny. He wondered if her book was
what was turning her on so much. He quietly walked up behind her and tried
to read the print.
Mary sensed Andy's presence almost immediately. She snapped the book shut,
swiveled around, and began yelling. "Andrew! It's very rude to sneak up on
someone, and it's very rude to read over someone's shoulder!"
"Sorry, Mom. I just wondered what you're reading."
"It's just an historical novel. I doubt if you'd be very interested."
"Oh." Andy decided he had better stay in the living room with his mom, in
case she decided to go to her room and rub off her needy pussy. He turned
on the TV, and sat where he could watch his mom out of the corner of his
eye. Her constant squirming made him feel increasingly horny. His cock
became fully erect, and he didn't attempt to hide it. He hoped she would
invite him to masturbate with her. At least, he hoped she would go to her
room so he could go outside and spy on her. Neither scenario happened.
Eventually, he became bored and decided to go into another room and call
Dottie.
Dottie confirmed that Fred and she would be putting on a show again that
evening, and expressed her hope that Andy would watch and jack-off. Andy
asked her if she would mind if his mother joined him in the audience.
"Andy, you're kidding! Do you think she would actually watch?"
"Well, she's been reading the book that you gave her all day, and she's
really getting horny. I'm sure I can get her to walk outside by keeping the
reason a secret, but I'm not sure what her reaction will be."
"Wow, wouldn't it be fun if she watched? I can't wait to tell Fred that
another woman will be seeing his cock tonight. That will put some extra
stiffness into his prick! If she does stay and watch, be and sure to
remember every detail of what she says and does, so you can tell me later."
"OK, Dottie. Have some nice orgasms! I know I will, even if Mom doesn't."