Date: Thu, 02 Mar 2023 20:30:11 +0000 From: teutonic1190 Subject: Dating Single Mothers 10 It's the mid-90s and, at the age of 30, I find myself single after a 9-year relationship. This series of stories shares my experiences of being back on the dating scene. The stories are a fictionalised account of activities, based on real relationships. I'm always very happy to hear from reader's who enjoy the themes explored. If you enjoy reading these stories, do please donate to support this fabulous website which so fabulously plays host to our interests https://donate.nifty.org/ --------------------------------------------------------------------------- A small diversion from the main theme, this story is from the same era, but concerns a chance meeting with a single mother, rather than one I was dating. Might be a tough wank - see how you get on - ha! I was working as an electrician at the time; mainly on commercial premises, but occasionally I'd be sent to jobs in residential facilities. Turning in for work one Tuesday morning, the secretary handed me my day's job card with just one job on it. `I haven't put anything else on for you today, because we're not sure how long this will take. It's a women's refuge the other side of town -- apparently the electrics are playing up all over the place.' A women's refuge -- or women's shelter for US readers -- is where women suffering domestic abuse go, especially if they have children. I really wasn't sure what to expect -- especially as a man in their safe place -- so went along with some feelings of trepidation. I had to wait a while for a response at the front door and on entering was shuffled off to a small office. I was handed a list of room numbers which were having electrical issues. `You need to be particularly sensitive to our residents' needs, especially when you're in their private spaces,' the manager advised. `Always ask if you need to touch anything or move anything and, if necessary, step out of the room for a minute if requested. I have told the residents that you'll be here today though.' She pointed me towards the main plant room at the far end of the central corridor and off I went. Things looked normal in the plant room, so I headed off to the first residential room on the list, tapping at the door which was slightly ajar, a conversation going on inside. The door was pulled open and a lady in her late 20s smiled at me. `Hi -- I'm the electrician. You've been having some issues?' `Oh yeah, come in. Every time I plug anything into that socket over there, it blows the fuse for the whole of downstairs. Don't think I'm very popular,' she laughed. With her in the room was a little girl of around 5 or 6, playing with some toys on the floor, and another lady, probably mid-late 30s. I popped my tool kit down by the offending socket and started to unscrew it. `What are you doing?' asked the little girl, who'd appeared by my side. `I'm mending this for your mummy,' I replied. `Can I help you?' she asked. `Uh oh -- now you've got a little helper for life,' her mum laughed. `Are you big enough to help me?' I asked. She nodded eagerly, so I took a small wallet containing some mini-screwdrivers from my kit and asked if she could carry them for me. She held onto them as if her life depended on it. `Are you going to help the man in all the rooms?' her mother asked. The little girl nodded. I got the feeling that I'd just been nominated for childcare duties. The dodgy wiring inside the socket duly fixed, I announced that I was off to the next room. `Do you mind if she tags along?' the mother enquired, clearly very keen to gain a few minutes off-duty. `Of course she can. Come on little helper!' and off we went. Two rooms later, I encountered an issue which required me to return to the plant room. My new apprentice duly trooped along with me. For safety, there was no handle on the outside of the plant room door, and it could only be entered using a key, with the door slamming locked shut to the outside world behind you. I started working on the main fuses and, hearing my sidekick cough, was distracted and looked down at her. She had short but thick blonde hair, huge blue eyes, a button nose and beaming white smile. Adorable. `So what's your name?' `Poppy.' `And what's your mummy's name?' `Julie.' I crouched down to her level. She was wearing a white t-shirt under a red tartan pinafore dress, with cream heavy woollen tights and soft plimsolls. `You're a pretty thing, aren't you?' She beamed and threw her arms round my neck for a hug. My cock twitched. Wow, where did that come from? I wondered. I'd always been a bit of a perv for teen schoolgirls, but this was something else. Maintaining my smile, I lifted the front of her dress and rubbed gently across her tights-covered crotch. `Does that feel nice?' She nodded. I slowly peeled the heavy tights down, revealing her white Little Princess knickers, once more rubbing my fingers along the groove of her little pussy slit. She giggled. `Is this fun?' She nodded again. I hooked my fingers into the waistband of her knickers and pushed them and her tights down below her knees. Her smooth, perfect little slit ran really high at the front. Bending right down, I ran the tip of my tongue up the soft slit a couple of times. `More, more,' she laughed. I didn't need any further encouragement and returned to lapping at her virginal sex. I laid flat on my back on the floor, and lifted Poppy by the waist until she was sitting on my face, her feet on the floor behind my head. She weighed nothing, and I peeled her outer labia apart to reveal the darker pink hole within, pushing my tongue against the entrance. My cock was raging and Poppy was suddenly distracted by me fumbling with my trousers to release it. She stood up, so that she could turn and look at it properly. `Do you want to touch it?' She shrugged. Not sure. `Esme touches it.' `Who's Esme?' `My friend.' `Where is Esme?' `Up in her bedroom.' `Do you think she'd like to touch it?' Poppy nodded. `Do you want to go and get her?' I asked, regretting that my cock was thinking instead of my brain, almost immediately. Poppy seemed keen to do so though, pulled up her underwear and I let her out of the door. `Just knock when you come back.' The adrenaline suddenly gave way to my whole body shaking. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, I thought. What the hell am I doing. This is jail time stuff, but my cock was still just about stiff enough to remind me of the delight which had just been sitting across my mouth. Five minutes turned into ten which turned into fifteen. I tried to convince myself that she wasn't coming back and that I wouldn't be going to jail, and tried to start working again, but my hands were still shaking too much to handle the screwdriver. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Suddenly, there was a gentle knock on the door. Tiny and tentative. I opened the door, but stayed behind it. Nothing could have prepared me for what stepped in. Releasing the door to self-close, Julie stood in front of me, face red and wearing a deep scowl. On one side, stood Poppy, her mother gripping her hand... and on the other, Julie held the hand of a young black girl, around 9 years old. `Have you been touching my daughter?!' `I... erm...' My ears strained for the sounds of sirens. The three of them were standing across the door -- could I push them out of the way and make a run for it? `You fucking nonce. You've been touching my daughter. She told me. Said you pulled her pants down and touched her.' `No... erm... I...' `Don't you fucking deny it. You creep, you fucking pervert. Coming in here, knowing that women are vulnerable and noncing on little kids.' `It was just an accident, I...' `An accident you stuck your tongue up her too, was it?' she interjected. `And sent her off to get another kid to fiddle with too, you filthy paedo.' The room fell silent. My whole body was so rigid there was no possibility of my shaking. Julie breathed out; her shoulders dropped; she noticeably relaxed. `Do you like little girls then?' she asked gently. `No, of course not, it's just a mix up,' I pleaded. `You do really though, don't you?' Julie continued, with a hint of a smile on her face. Or was it a smirk, knowing that the Police were on their way. `Show me your cock.' `What?!' `Show me your cock,' she repeated a little more tersely. `I just want to go.' `You don't. You want to fuck little girls.' `Really, I don't, please just let me go.' `Do you like black girls?' she asked, nodding at the girl beside her. `Yes, I mean no, I mean, yes I like older black girls.' `This is Esme. She's cute, isn't she?' I don't know where I found the energy, but I started looking her up and down. Appraising her body. Two pokie mounds pushed at her thin t-shirt, and a pair of small denim shorts showed off her bubble butt. `She's very pretty, but I...' `Show me your cock and you can fuck her.' `What? No. She's not even your daughter.' `I'm looking after her for her mum. She's got bills to pay... know what I mean? Come on, show me your cock.' The madness took over once again and I unzipped my fly and pulled out my cock, trying to tempt even the slightest interest back into it. `That's not bad.' Julie stepped forward, put one hand behind my back, took my cock in the other hand and pulled me close, finishing off by pushing her tongue into my mouth. `Finger me,' she demanded. I popped the top button on her jeans and slid my hand down the front. She was hairless and her entire crotch and knickers were soaked. Two fingers slid easily up inside her and I started to pump them in and out. Her orgasm was almost instantaneous and she gripped me tight as it ravaged her body, her nails digging into the shaft of my cock. She released me. `Put that away and come back to my room.' ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Once inside, she quickly pulled her jeans and panties off. `You've got me so horny,' she panted, and rubbed her fingers furiously between her cunt lips for a few seconds. `Esme, take your clothes off sweetie,' she continued. The young black girl, who hadn't yet uttered a word, complied silently and, once naked, climbed onto the bed. `Show me what you did to my Poppy,' Julie said, pointing at Esme. I was still fully clothed but knelt on the floor beside the bed, pushing Esme's legs apart and then back. The sight of her smooth black cunt instantly became an enduring, lifelong memory. Gently I peeled back the lips to reveal the Barbie-pink treasure within, and stabbed my tongue into her, lapping at her, desperately seeking a response. `Did the man lick your foo-foo?' Julie asked, looking at her daughter. Poppy nodded. `Mummy loves it when men lick her foo-foo too,' she added reassuringly. `Right, stop licking now. Where's your money?' she asked, looking back at me. Once again, my mind starting stumbling. `Come on, you've sampled the goods. If you want to fuck her, you have to pay.' She grabbed my jacket which I'd tossed on a chair and rifled through to find my wallet. Oh shit, I thought. I'd been to the cashpoint that morning to get £200 out to pay a bill. Julie wasted no time in finding it and relieving me of the entire amount. The deal seemed done. I looked back at Esme and, finally, she smiled. `Please fuck me, Mister,' she said softly in a rich West African accent. I stripped off and my cock was once again solid in anticipation. Both Julie and Poppy came close to watch, as I rolled back my foreskin to reveal the swollen head and nudged it against the chocolate and raspberry delight in front of me. She was clearly no virgin; pushing it in took her breath away momentarily, but there was no resistance and I was soon balls-deep inside this black pocket rocket. `Go on, fuck her, fuck her hard,' Julie panted, slipping her hand between my arse cheeks and teasing my arsehole. I knew that this wouldn't take long; my sensations on a knife edge. Julie's aggressive tone prompted me to grab Esme by her skinny ribcage, my thumbs pushing hard against her blossoming nipples and my fingers digging hard into her sides. Gripped firm, I fucked her like a piston; my cock smashing against her tiny cervix and my hips crashing into the delicate inner thighs. I'd be surprised if anyone in the building didn't hear me cum; the volume control was broken as I started flooding and forcing my seed as deep into her as it was physically possible. `Don't pull out straight away,' Julie said, dropping to her knees alongside me. `OK, now take it out gently.' Inch by inch my cock backed its way out until the pink opening was left abandoned. Julie immediately clamped her mouth to the little, black cunt and started licking and sucking, until my cum was extracted into her mouth. `Come here, sweetie,' she mumbled with her mouth full, and proceeded to kiss Poppy on the mouth, pushing her lips apart and snowballing my load into her daughter's mouth. `Don't swallow it straight away. Taste it first.' `Ok, now swallow it.' Her daughter complied throughout. `Now lick Esme's foo-foo like Mummy did,' she continued, watching closely as her innocent daughter ate her first pussy. Julie looked back at me; that hint of a smile back on her face. `You're not the only one who likes little girls, you know? Now fuck off before I call the Police.' -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Next time, we're back with Olivia, Robert and Holly, from chapters 8 and 9.