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Subject: Dottie and the Neighbor Boy, Chapter 15 (F/m)
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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 15
The next morning Andy was lying in bed, feeling on top of the world. He had
actually fucked a woman! He was on his back, massaging his balls and
rubbing his stiff prick against his belly. He couldn't believe how
amazingly good his cock had felt sliding in and out of Dottie's wet cunt.
Being able to pump into her without restraint had been indescribably
satisfying. He couldn't wait until he could do it again. Unfortunately,
today was Saturday, and Dottie was spending most of the weekend with Fred.
He hoped at least he would be able to watch them go at it again through
Dottie's window. Then maybe on Monday . . . no, probably Dottie would need
one of her recharging days. On Tuesday he would go over and tell her what
he'd seen. He hoped that would make her horny enough to want to have sex
with him again.
Andy was making himself very horny with his planning. He threw back the
covers and started giving himself a nice stroke job. He thought back to
last night when he and Dottie had watched his mother fuck herself with the
zucchini. He hoped that Dottie was correct in thinking that his mom would
be less bitchy after her intense masturbatory session. He thought back to
what Dottie had said about not being ashamed about being aroused by seeing
his mother's private parts. It was funny, because he never thought of his
mother as even having a pussy. He had learned that not only did she have
one, but also, she really knew how to use it!
It was a good-looking pussy, too. I wouldn't mind seeing it again, he
thought. Her bush was very different from Dottie's. His mom had a thick,
oval- shaped patch of hair around her longish slit. The hair patch was
quite narrow right above her slit, but then it fanned out again. It curved
upward at the top, rather than being almost straight across as Dottie's was.
Dottie's tale of watching her own parents fuck had helped Andy feel relaxed
about the incestuous nature of his thoughts. He had a lot to feel good
about this morning, and his rock hard cock was reflecting his joy.
"Andrew, I thought . . .." Mary stopped in mid-sentence as she burst
through the door and found her son jacking-off again.
"Aw, Mom, jeez!" Andy quickly pulled the covers over his throbbing hard-on
and flopped back in complete frustration.
"Andy I . . . how should I put this? I think I've been wrong about
disciplining you for masturbating. I . . . gee, this isn't easy. I guess
what I'm trying to say is, I think it's something we all need to do
sometimes. I'm sorry I interrupted you. You can go ahead and finish."
Andy was dumbfounded. "Are you serious, Mom?"
"Yes, please continue with what you were doing."
"Uh, OK." Andy was still in shock. His mother just stood there looking at
him. He wasn't sure what to do.
"Seriously, Andrew, go ahead."
"You mean right now, Mom?"
"Sure, why not?" Mary went to the bed and pulled down the covers, exposing
Andy's still hard cock. "As I said, I think I've been teaching you the
wrong philosophy. Feel free to put your hand back on your penis and make it
feel good."
"Uh, OK Mom." Andy watched his mother somewhat fearfully as he tentatively
began stroking his cock. His mother continued to stand there, watching him.
When she didn't freak out, he began to relax a little and stroke more
seriously.
"There now, doesn't that feel good?"
"Yeah, it feels great."
"Good. I thought we'd go out to breakfast this morning, so let's plan on
leaving in about an hour."
"OK, Mom."
Andy watched his mother turn and walk to the door. She turned and took one
last, long look at him, and closed the door. Just before the door closed
all the way, Andy clearly saw his mother grab her cunt with the hand that
wasn't on the doorknob. Oh wow, he thought, I'll bet she's going to play
with herself again! He waited a couple of minutes, and then went to her
bedroom door. He cautiously tried the knob, and found that the door wasn't
locked. Ever so slowly he pushed it open a crack and peeked in.
His mother had just removed her pants and panties, but left her top on. She
glanced at herself in the mirror, and ran her hand over her bush as if to
fluff it up. She quickly lay on the bed and began fingering herself. Andy
stroked himself as he watched. Mary reached under the bed and found the
zucchini. She gradually worked it into her lubricating cunt. When it began
sliding easily, she switched hands and began diddling her clit. Andy had to
slow his stroking to avoid cumming before he wanted. He waited until his
mother started to cum, and then boldly walked into the room. His mother
stared at him with wide eyes, but she couldn't stop cumming. She had her
orgasm right in front of her son while watching him pump his cock.
Andy loved seeing his mother work her cunt, and loved that she was seeing
him watch her do it. He felt it put him in a position of power over her for
the first time in his life. The pressure in his cock and balls was reaching
record levels. He needed to shoot, but he hadn't planned far enough ahead
to know where to put his jism. The carpet was out of the question; that
would piss off his mom too much. He didn't see anything disposable around,
so his only alternative was to aim for his mother's body. He didn't think
she would like it, but he had no choice. He shot stream after stream of
jism onto his mother's thighs and belly.
"Andrew! What in God's name are you doing!"
"You won't allow me any privacy, Mom, so I thought I'd show you what it
feels like!"
"Andrew, I'm your mother, it's different."
"No, Mom! Fair is fair. You have all these excuses, but you just like to
watch me jack-off! So I get to watch you too!"
"No! I . . . it's . . . well . . .. Darn it, Andrew, we'll talk about it
at breakfast."
Andy was surprised she didn't chew him out for spraying jism all over her.
He wondered if she was used to having his father do that.