Date: Thu, 23 Feb 2023 19:56:48 +0000 From: teutonic1190 Subject: Dating SIngle Mothers 8 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. 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/ -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Another two-parter for you degenerates -- sharing tales from my dating adventures. Olivia was a real gem. Cute, smiley faced, woman-next-door type with a fabulous Rubenesque figure. The most amazing pair of 42Gs you're ever likely to see -- pretty sure each one was bigger than my head, lovely curvy arse, tummy and thighs, and a proper axe-wound of a pussy. Chubby all over, her pudenda was thick and puffy, and when she held her thighs open or squatted down, her cunt opened in a deep V. (If you write to me and send a photo showing how much you enjoy my stories, I'll send you a genuine photo I took of the lady in question!) But the real winner was that, after meeting me -- she had no idea previously -- we discovered almost immediately that she thrived in a Dom/sub relationship. She was thrilled when I decided what she'd eat and drink when we were out or what she'd wear, no matter how inappropriate! (Apologies to all the wives in Pizza Express, the evening we were there, Olivia parading about the place, braless, in the fundamentally see-through silk blouse I'd bought her. I swear she went to the loo more regularly than usual, just so she could show off. Every chap in the place couldn't take their eyes off her huge tits with their large, dark areolae and thick nipples.) After a few weeks together, she was keen for me to meet her children: Robert, just turned 12, and Holly just 10. I decided to book us a weekend away at a mobile home park near the seaside, so we'd have loads to do and no awkward silences. We travelled up on the Friday evening, the car full of excited chat, arriving at almost 10pm, so the kids were packed straight off to bed. After a long week at work, I was too tired for any shenanigans, and we resolved to make an early start the following day. The bright summer sun made our plans easy and we were soon heading for the beach. Both Olivia and Holly were wearing tight, white 3/4-length leggings and t-shirts. Robert and I were in shorts and t-shirts. Sandals all round! I'd been there about 15 years previously, and recalled a scenic route to the beach, via open fields, a patch of woodland and then down a cliff path to the beach. We'd just reached the edge of the woods when little Holly tugged at her mother's hand. `Mum -- I need a wee!' `I told you to go before we left', Olivia replied. `I don't think it's that much further until we reach the promenade -- there are loos there', I suggested. `Actually, I need to go too', Olivia laughed. Robert and I rolled our eyes at each other. `Just step off the path and have a quick wee in the grass', I suggested, pointing further into the woods. `There's not a soul about yet.' Olivia led Holly by the hand, and both hitched their leggings down and squatted for relief. Both Robert and I couldn't help but peer across for a glimpse of the two exposed pussies. Not a single hair on either. `Mum -- I think I need a poo', Holly remarked anxiously from her squatting position. `It really isn't far to the beach and proper loos', I replied. Olivia sighed. `Now she's said that, I want a poo too!' `I've got an idea', I said, opening the cooler bag with our picnic food in. I pulled out a can of `squirty cream', brought along to complement some scones and jam. `There's this trick I know', I said. `It makes you not want to poo for a while -- makes it go back in', I laughed. Olivia looked on with a puzzled face. `Want to give it a try?', I asked Holly. She nodded eagerly. `Roll onto your back', I prompted, and I approached her, shaking the can's contents. Olivia's face was a mix of incredulity and alarm as I approached her precious daughter's naked pussy and arse. `Are you sure about this?' she demanded. `Definitely -- you'll see!' Gently, I introduced the slim nozzle to her tiny puckered rim, and pushed it inside, then deploying a couple of seconds of cream into her arse. `Pull your knickers up quickly and just hold it for a minute', I suggested reassuringly. `Are you definitely sure it works?', Olivia continued. `Yes!' `Go on then; do me too', and she rolled back to present herself to me. Robert's eyes nearly popped out of his head as his mother's thick pussy and broad arse hove into view, followed up by her spreading her ample arse cheeks for us all. Her arse-ring bore all the hallmarks of the dirty bitch she was. I gave the can another shake and roughly stabbed the nozzle into her, pulsing for a good 4 seconds. `Make yourself decent woman', I declared and smacked her arse. `Lead the way, ladies', I said, guiding us back to the path towards the beach. I could see the end of the woodland and the grassy cliff when Holly suddenly stopped, grabbed her mother's hand with one hand, whilst waving the other madly around and wailing. Robert and I were about ten metres behind them. Under her leggings, Holly was wearing full-size panties, and these were suddenly filled to look like she was wearing a nappy. Two seconds later, the filling turned the seat of the white leggings a vivid brown and streams of brown liquid cascaded down the legs. Olivia looked back at me, open-mouthed, and then bent over to inspect her daughter's rear, the action sufficient to trigger her own anal reaction. Unlike her daughter, she was wearing the skinniest of thongs on her ample body, and the underwear performed no role in delaying the expulsion of her guts. Thick, wet brown lumps and liquor quickly filled and then overcame the resistance of the cheap material. `You knew this would happen, didn't you?' I nodded gently. Olivia did well to hold her tongue. `So what now - back to the caravan to change?' `No, the park will be busy now. Keep going down to the beach and you can use the public loos to get cleaned up.' The two girls, their white leggings ruined, held hands and started off down the path again, Holly sobbing lightly. I winked and smiled at Robert, who grinned wildly. We finally got down to the promenade and I indicated the toilet block ahead. Unfortunately, our early start was ahead of the local council unlocking it for the day, but the beach was completely empty. `Why don't you two just walk down and get in the sea? Here are your bikinis, you can change and wash yourselves in the deep water.' Robert and I watched them amble down the sand, suddenly noticing, as they approached the water's edge, an old lady who had clearly been having an early swim. She had quickly clocked the issue and was beckoning them both into the water. They were too far away for me to hear the conversation, but she was definitely helping them with their predicament. `I think I need a wee now', I remarked to Robert who suggested he did too. I had also rented a beach hut for the weekend, which was on high wooden stilts against the sea wall, so we went underneath it to pee against the wall. I gave my cock a couple of tugs to plump it up and then stood slightly facing Robert as I released my stream. `Will mine get that big?' he asked, look intently at my meat. `Show me yours', I encouraged, and he turned inwards too. `Definitely', I said, `if not bigger. I reckon yours is bigger than mine was when I was 12', I continued, encouraging him be confident about showing himself off. I pulled my shorts off to change into my trunks, facing Robert so that he could continue to check out my cock. `Did you get a good look at your mum's and Holly's pussies up in the woods?' He nodded vigorously, smiling. `Pretty cute, huh? Have you started wanking yet?' `Yeah, I started in the winter. Paul at school lends me porno mags from his dad, and...', I could see him struggling to decide whether to share a confidence, `... sometimes I peep at mum when she's changing'. `Your mum is so sexy, isn't she?' He nodded. `I once went in her bedroom when she was asleep and lifted her covers and touched her pussy', he rattled out like a machine gun and then appeared to instantly regret it. I ruffled his hair. `That's ok, mate. I'm sure she won't have minded at all'. `You won't tell her, will you?' `Of course not!' ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Both changed into our trunks, we emerged from under the beach hut to see Olivia and Holly pacing up the beach in the tiny bikinis I'd bought them. Holly stomped up to me, completely indignant. `She put her finger up my bum!' `What? Who did?' `That old lady', she replied, pointing back towards the sea. `She was helping me wash off all the poo and then put a finger right up my bum!' Olivia grimaced and tried to whisper confidentially to me. `She fingered me too -- front and rear -- and two fingers at a time!' She clearly hadn't been quiet enough, as Holly's eyes widened wildly as he heard the revelation. `What a dirty old cow', I laughed. `Sounds like a perfect granny to me', I added, winking at Olivia. Our relationship was still sufficiently immature that she still wasn't sure where the boundaries were. `Come on then, up into the beach hut for a drink and a snack before we start on the sandcastles', I declared, and I followed mum and daughter in their entirely inappropriate bikinis up the wooden steps. Things were prepared and we all sat round the small table, Olivia desperately trying to adjust the tiny triangles of her bikini top to cover her areolae. She failed. `These bikinis are positively indecent', she laughed. The top doesn't even begin to cover my nipples and my flaps keep falling out of the bottoms', she laughed out loud. Robert was speechless, taking in all his mother's curves, but Holly loved her tiny outfit, still young enough to be oblivious to all the perverts who would soon be descending on to the beach, for a day of perving over scantily-clad little girls. Olivia got up to clear the plates and cups, bending right over to pick up a dropped spoon. The thin rear of her bikini was completely ineffective at hiding the rear view of her cunt and arsehole, and Robert and I repeatedly nudged each other as we feasted our eyes. Looking down at his little Speedos, I saw them tented and couldn't help but reach across to grasp his hardening pecker. It was slim but super-firm and I moved my fingers up and down on the material covered shaft. He sat back in his seat to improve my access, so I pulled the waistband forward and slipped my hand inside for some skin-to-skin contact. `What are you doing down there?' asked the inquisitive sister. `Robert's feeling a bit sexy after seeing Mummy's big naked bum', I laughed. Robert blushed. Holly slipped off her chair and went to Robert's other side for a better view. `Pull his trunks down a bit', I said to Holly, who quickly obliged. Olivia's attention had now been drawn and she was leaning on the table, looking over at her son's erection buried in my fist. `You're wanking off my son', she declared, clearly wondering why she hadn't posed it as a question. `Sorry, would you rather do it yourself', I replied flippantly, tightening my grip and increasing the speed. `Pull your top off your nipples', I suggested. Olivia obliged and the full house was almost instantly achieved, Robert's thin cum spurting skywards and covering the top of my fist. `WOW!', Holly declared. `Why has Robert got white wee?' `It's not wee', I replied, holding my hand up to her face, `try it, lick some off my hand.' Holly licked three times before passing judgement. `That's yummy, can I have some more later?' ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The beach was starting to get busier so we set up some chairs and towels to grab a bit of sand for ourselves. The kids quickly forgot we were there as they started to build sandcastles and `dig to Australia'. `How about a swim?' I suggested. `I'm just going to sunbathe for a bit', Olivia replied, `I daren't move in this bikini', she laughed. The two children and I ran off down the beach and splashed into the calm sea, wading out until it was at waist height and the children mid-chest. Holly was actively scanning around us. `What are you looking for Holly?', I asked. `That old lady from this morning', she replied with a grimace. `Was it horrible when she fingered your bottom?' I enquired. `Not horrible. Just that she was a stranger.' `So can I put my finger in your bottom?' I tested. `Yeah', she giggled and bounced on the seabed until she was alongside me. `But not the whipped cream again', she laughed, throwing her head back. I scooped my hand under her arse cheeks, exposed by the thong bikini. The softness was to die for! With only a string back, there was nothing in my way and my middle finger quickly found her delightful puckered rim. With water all around her hole, I pushed straight in and slid the finger to the hilt. My cock throbbed. I used my finger inside her as a hook and lifted her off the seabed. Her legs grabbed round my thigh; now she was locked on, I started to fuck my finger in and out. `Will you finger my bum too?' asked Robert. `Of course, come and stand next to me'. I didn't need any more encouragement to slip down the back of his trunks and find his hole which was promptly punctured too. Lots of other people were playing around us in the sea, and I was pretty sure there was a huge sign above my head shouting `I'M FINGERING THESE KIDS IN THE ARSE', yet no-one batted any eyelid. The finger in Robert's arse was nudging a soft package. `I think you still need your morning poo, Rob', I suggested. He nodded. `Pull your trunks down and just push it out into the sea'. I kept my hand on his bottom and felt the log creep out, feeling along its firm length as it departed. `Wow, that's a pretty big shit, Robert', I laughed. He just grinned. `Come here, I'll give you an old lady clean out, like Holly got this morning', and I pushed my finger back inside to ensure he was clean and empty. `Hey, look, Mum's waving -- let's go back in and see what she wants' I said, extracting myself from both of them. Back on the beach, Olivia said it was time for lunch, so we all went up into the little beach hut. I pulled my wet trunks off and passed them to Olivia to hang outside on the veranda to dry. I told the kids to do the same. The children were sitting at the table as I helped Olivia prepare the food. I kept playing gently with my cock to get it into a decent semi-state -- still hanging down, but thick and full -- and pulling my foreskin back and forth to reveal the enlarged head. `Mike, are you going to make white wee like Robert?' Holly asked. I laughed. `That depends on whether anyone rubs my willy, like I did for Robert'. Olivia had her hand over her mouth and was gently shaking her head. This sexual liberation was clearly a whole new experience for her. `Come on then, I'll do it, so the children can start eating', she said, and sat down in front of me. To my delight she pulled my cock towards her and took it into her mouth, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from Holly. Olivia was a first grade cock-sucker, combining hands-on wanking with deep-throat fucking and slipping a hand under my balls to finger my arse. As I felt my seed rise, I turned to Holly. `Do you want to taste mine?' I asked her. She nodded. `Open your mouth and lean towards me.' She obliged just in time for me to pull away from Olivia's mouth and squirt toward her sweet daughter. The first shot went straight into her mouth, making her flinch, so that the second hit her nose. I pushed my cock against her now closed mouth to make it open again, and the third and fourth shots covered her tongue beautifully. `Clean me up', I said, turning back to Olivia, and she took my cock deep back into her mouth. `Mum!' came the sudden exclamation from Robert, who had been wanking himself under the table, watching us. He jumped up and offered his cock to his mother's face, who opened wide to receive every squirt into her mouth. She swallowed and three contented and beaming smiles gazed at me. `Best family ever?' I asked. All three nodded. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- In Part Two of this story -- coming soon - we're back at our holiday home after our day on the beach.