Date: Sun, 26 Feb 2023 13:03:00 +0000 From: teutonic1190 Subject: Dating Single Mothers 9 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/ ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Part Two of my weekend away with Olivia, 33, and her children Robert, 12 and Holly, 10. Our day on the beach soon drew to a close and we headed back to the mobile home to get ready for the evening. It was about 5pm by the time we'd made the long uphill walk back to the park, and we all dashed via bathroom and bedrooms to get changed. The children were super-excited, as they were being let off the leash. At 6pm, the site was putting on a supervised kids disco, so that parents could have a bit of time to themselves. Holly had planned her outfit well in advance and was a transformed 10-going-on-21 year old when she appeared in the living space. A sparkling black boob-tube (containing not the slightest hint of boobs!) with matching mini-skirt and her tanned mid-riff on display, sent a firm twitch through my groin. She'd teamed the outfit up with some platform sandals and faceful of slutty make-up, including some cock-sucking red lipstick. Robert had no such glamorous fashion designs, sticking to jeans and a t-shirt -- as did Olivia and I. We headed over to the entertainment centre and the youngsters were duly equipped with identifying wristbands by the event supervisor. Olivia gripped my hand as the lady behind the table welcomed the children: `It's the woman from the sea this morning, who fingered me and Holly', she whispered. Thankfully, Holly seemed oblivious. Waving them goodbye as they headed for the disco room, we breathed a sigh of relief and headed for the bar. I suggested that Olivia find a free table and went to buy the drinks, returning with a (well-earned) pint of Guinness for myself and a pint of the cheapest fizzy lager they had for Olivia. Her mouth fell open as I placed the drinks on the table. `I thought I'd be in for a cocktail after what I let you do today', she protested. `Or at the very least a glass of wine.' `This is another treat all of its own', I assured her. `You need to keep up with me, drink for drink, so I'd stop talking and get supping, if I were you', I continued with a wink. Every bit the trooper she was, she tucked in, and put the first pint away ahead of me. The second round was accompanied by a couple of bags of crisps -- I know, how can a catch like me be single, right? -- and as those drinks were polished off too, I said I'd buy the third round after visiting the toilet. We were short way into the third pints, and Olivia asked if she could pop to the loo too. `No.' `But I need to go!' `Just hold it. You can go soon enough. Now get that drink down you!' The conversation which had filled the time so far died off somewhat, as I watched Olivia struggle with her uncomfortable bladder, but she continued to drink as instructed. Returning from the bar with our fourth pints -- with another trip to the loo in the bag - I looked at my watch. 8.15pm. The disco finished at 9 and we'd need to pick the children up. `Please can I go to the loo, Mike?' Olivia pleaded. `it's really starting to hurt now.' `You can wee when you've finished your drink', I assured her. With a deep sigh, she picked up the full glass and started to gulp it down as fast as she could manage, finally draining it while I still had half a pint left. `Can I go now?' `You can wee now, yes.' She went to stand and I grabbed her hand, pulling back into her chair. `What?' `I said you can wee; I didn't say you could go to the toilet'. Her eyes widened. `That's not fair!' she protested, `it's hurting me so much!' `So wee then. Sit back and wee.' She swallowed hard and sat back. The chairs were the kind you find on the conservatories of old folk: made of wicker and with comfy, floral seat pads on them. `Open your legs', I instructed. The pale denim jeans were tight against her thick belly, thighs and cunt. `Go on... let it go'. Desperation won the day. A dark spot in her crotch was the first indication, widening before the strength of the stream broke through the material's resistance and started creating a deep puddle on the seat between her thighs. The volume soon soaked through the cushion too, and the cascade started to hammer onto the tiled floor beneath. Four pints had gone in the top -- it seemed like five were now being unceremoniously dumped in and around her. `You're such a shit', she cursed. `That's why you love me though, right?' `I really am so fucking horny', she laughed. `Come on, we need to head round to the other side of the building to get the kids', I said. `What do I look like though?' she grimaced. The pale denim was a solid dark blue around her entire arse, crotch and the inside of her thighs. `Just front it', I said. `Just walk like you don't have a care in the world.' She was convinced and we walked hand-in-hand through the bar to the room where the teen disco was being held. The old lady who had seen the children in was still waiting by the doors and greeted Olivia with a smile. `Second little mishap in one day, dear?' she asked with a smile. Luckily the sound of the doors opening and a throng of youngsters piling through saved Olivia having to conjure a response, and we were joined by Robert and Holly, of whose the latter's face couldn't have contained a broader smile. Once outside, Robert couldn't wait to grass on his sister. `Holly kissed a boy!', he exclaimed. `Shut up Robert', Holly responded. `That's ok, Holly, was he nice?', Olivia asked. `He was 16!', Robert interjected. `Oh... erm... that's quite a lot older', Olivia replied. `But just a kiss is fine.' `And then they went in the corner', Robert continued, `go on, tell her what you did!' `He asked me to put my hand down his joggers', Holly began. Our united silence prompted her to continue. `His willy was big and stiff and he asked me to rub it. So I did and all the white stuff came out like from Mike's willy earlier today.' `I didn't put it in my mouth though', she added in urgent mitigation. As we arrived back at the caravan, Holly noticed the state of her mother's jeans. `Are your jeans all wet, Mum?' `Yes, it's nothing. I just spilled a drink.' I deliberately fussed and fumbled with the keys to the door, knowing that the cool air on Olivia's wet jeans, together with how much she'd drunk, would mean she would be bursting to go again. `Come on, Mike, hurry up.' Bingo. As I unlocked the door, Robert was super-wily, ducking under my arm and dashing to the loo inside. Olivia, Holly and I stood in the living area waiting. `Get those wet jeans and knickers off', I suggested to Olivia. `It's time for my treat now.' I pulled my t-shirt off and lay on the carpet in the living area. I think the penny dropped almost instantly with Olivia but Holly looked on suitably bemused. `Come on -- let me have a drink', and Olivia squatted over my face, her thick-lipped cunt falling open above me. She had peed in my mouth before, so was already skilled at filling my mouth, pausing to let me swallow it, before dispensing the next part of her flow. With all the beer she'd drunk, her pee was gloriously warm and clear, and I consumed it greedily. Robert was now back in the room. `Wow -- doesn't it taste horrible?' he asked. `No way, it's amazing', I replied, `come and try it', and I pulled myself out from under his mother. He pulled his t-shirt off and slid in to replace me. The sight of a 12-year-old boy drinking his mother's piss was glorious. These days such fabulous events could be captured on a phone -- back then it was just the magnificent creation of a lifelong memory. `Do you need a wee?' I asked Holly, as we watched her mother feed Robert. She nodded, and I lay back down. `Get you skirt and knickers off and do it like your Mummy.' The site of her bald little cunt and arse lowering themselves onto my face almost had me spontaneously ejaculating. I'd planned to lick her pussy a bit first, but as soon as she was within range her pent-up flow thrust forth. There was no pacing of her sweet piss either, and I coughed and gagged my way through trying to swallow as much of it as I could. Both ladies finished together and I suggested they both sit on the sofa next to each other. `You need to learn how to eat pussy', I advised Robert. `We'll start with your mum.' Pushing her knees back against her chest, I pulled her inner and outer labia apart and gave Robert a guided tour, culminating on pushing my tongue deep into her sopping cunt. I showed him how to use his lips and his teeth on her erect clit and he needed no encouragement to gorge himself on his mother's huge pussy. With him busy, I could finally attend to his sister: none of the voraciousness I'd used on Olivia, instead gently kissing and caressing her sex with my lips and tongue. As her breathing changed and she started to moan involuntarily, I risked ruining the moment by introducing my finger to her pink opening. A little resistance at first, but then it slid in deep as the little sweetheart achieved her first orgasm. I lifted my head and Holly just sat there: knees up, pussy exposed, but her eyes closed and seemingly asleep, but simply in blissful solace. Glancing sideways, I looked across just in time to see Olivia spray her son's face with three huge shots of orgasmic squirting. `Wow -- that was awesome', he said grinning. `Your mum tastes amazing, doesn't she?' He nodded excitedly. Holly was `back in the room' by now. `Let me show you guys how awesome your Mum's pussy is', I said. `Robert, you come here first. Make your left hand nice and flat', I said, demonstrating. `Now slide it into your Mum's pussy.' He looked a little horrified, initially, but his face changed to delight as the big wet cavern easily swallowed it. `OK, now the same with the other hand.' `Oh God, oh God, that's so good', Olivia started panting, as I showed Robert how to gently fuck his hands back `n' forth. `Right, now you Holly. Reach across and put your left hand inside Robert's left hand... that's it... and now your right hand inside his too.' Olivia's head was flung back, her mouth wide open as her children started fist-fucking her together. `That's it, push your hands deeper and deeper and slowly get faster and faster', I encouraged. Finally, I leant in, grabbed their forearms, and helped them to properly punch fuck their mother's cunt, spotting the key point at which she hit her crescendo when I pulled the mass of hands out in one clump. Squirting and pissing every last drop she could muster, both children were drenched again by her shuddering climax. As composure was regained, Holly considered the state she was in and declared that she needed a shower. `Take your mother with you', I laughed, and the two ladies left for the bathroom. `Get your jeans off and sit up here', I said to Robert, tapping the sofa. `Did you enjoy playing with your Mum?' `Yeah, that was so horny.' I started massaging and pulling at his cock, which sprang to attention, and took the slim, hard pecker in my mouth. Pulling his foreskin back, I revealed the plump, juvenile head and sucked for England as I shuttled my fingers up and down his shaft. Having watched his sister wank off an older boy and then played with his mother so intimately, his state of arousal was such that he blew his load into my mouth almost immediately, his face a picture of a boy satisfied. `Want to take my load?', I asked, standing and pumping at my cock. Without a word, he leant forward, his mouth wide open. I grabbed a fistful of his hair to stop him reeling as the first squirt shot into the back of his throat, then pushed my cock head inside his mouth to deposit the remainder. `You're definitely a man now, Robert', I congratulated, patting his shoulder. You'd better get in that shower too!' ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- There'll be more from me, Olivia, Robert and Holly soon, but the next chapter describes an incident with a single mother while I'm at work.