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Subject: {ASSM} {ASSTR} -- "Dune What Comes Naturally" {Jeanette} (mf MF voy cheat)
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"Dune What Comes Naturally" {Jeanette} (mf MF voy cheat)

If you are under the age of 18, or otherwise forbidden by law
to read electronically transmitted erotic material, please go do
something else.

This material is Copyright, 1997, Uther Pendragon.  All
rights reserved.  I specifically grant the right of downloading
and keeping ONE electronic copy for your personal reading so long
as this notice is included.  Reposting requires previous
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If you have any comments or requests, please E-mail them to
me at nogardneprethu@gmail.com.

All persons here depicted, except public figures depicted as
public figures in the background, are figments of my imagination
and any resemblance to persons living or dead is strictly
coincidental.

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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"


The index to almost all my stories:
/~Uther_Pendragon/index.htm
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