"Dune What Comes Naturally" {Jeanette} (mf MF voy cheat) 

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                    Dune What Comes Naturally 
                       By Jeanette Brennan 


"It's a double feature, Mom," I said.  "And we have to walk 
back." 

"All right, Marlene.  But when we're here at the lake, you have 
all day to talk to George; I don't think it's healthy to spend 
half the night with him.  The movie is over at ten twenty.  Be in 
the house by eleven." 

"Oh Mom!"  I think spending time with George is perfectly 
healthy. 

"If your father were up here this week, he'd ground you for 
using that tone of voice with me." 

The second feature looked boring.  So George and I left 
after five minutes and walked back by way of the beach.  He 
started to unbutton my blouse. 

"Not here!" I said. 

"Nobody can see." 

"You hope."  We both looked around.  He took my hand and led 
me toward a hollow in the dunes.  Sitting there was much more 
private than standing on the open beach.  Soon, George moved his 
kisses from my lips to my breasts.  I soared away on the 
wonderful feelings, but not so far away that I missed George's 
fumbling at the belt of my shorts.  When I started to bawl him 
out, he hushed me.  Someone was talking on the beach. 

Listening, we could tell that they were doing more than 
talking. 

"Nobody can see," said a man's voice.  I looked at George, but 
he was still listening.  The sounds got more interesting, and 
George finally slithered up to look over the top of the dune. 

When I joined him, the couple were lying down with the man's 
back to us.  We could see only a little of the action in the 
light of the quarter moon, but the woman's sighs and moans showed 
that she was appreciating it.  Suddenly the man rolled over 
toward us and lifted his hips to push his trunks down.  I got a 
glimpse of his long, stiff, organ while he struggled with his 
trunks, and another while he knelt between the woman's legs.  
Then she grasped it and guided it into her. 

I was shocked, as well as aroused, by that eagerness.  I 
looked away, and the man was rhythmically rocking on top of her 
when I looked back. 

Her hands rubbed up and down his back, and she pushed herself 
up to meet every one of his thrusts.  Suddenly, she clutched his 
butt and all but screamed.  He shouted something himself, and 
their motions got jumpy.  After they stopped moving, George 
pulled at my hand and we slid down into the hollow.  He didn't 
try to stop me when I got dressed. 

"Please stay," we heard the man say. 

"I can't," was the reply in a voice I suddenly recognized.  "I 
told Marlene to be back by eleven."  


The end.
Dune What Comes Naturally
By Jeanette Brennan
Copyright held by Uther Pendragon
nogardneprethu@gmail.com
1997/06/07
2001/07/17
2002/02/23
2004/04/10
2010/06/114


This story is indexed under the group:
yl.txt 
Young Love 

For another story involving conflict between a mother and a 
daughter (albeit at a different stage in life) see:
effort.txt 
"For Effort"  


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