2 Holiday surprise - Sex Stories

2 Holiday surprise

... her 5 or 6. I had determined to go and sit in my place on the dune before they arrived, as I felt it would add credence to my pose as an artist, thus I wandered off before the f****y left the pub, taking my place as I had the day before. They arrived as I expected, nodded, lay out their towels and lay down in just the same places as they had the day before, it was getting as if they were running on a predictable fixed routine. Out on the beach a mother and her brood caught my eye, an older mother of rounded shape, struggling with her towel to change with as much dignity as she could into her bathing suit, I began to sketch her, capturing her ample outline on my pad and adding shade after she had changed and settled on her towel, though I say it myself it was a good likeness, all the time keeping a weather eye on Trevor and his mother. Yesterday I had missed the first part of young Trevor’s routine having gone off to sketch the river, not so today, armed with a bottle of pop bought from the pub, a towel to sit on and a new sketch pad, I was here for the whole afternoon, seated in the gallery. The routine (as I called it after the third day) began with Trevor laying in the sand, his mother straddling him and wetting his body by the simple procedure of pissing on him until he told her enough. Now I don’t know about you but stopping mid stream, be it on command or not I find difficult but as requested this lady did just that, stepping back as commanded. Being fully clothed in ...

... her sun dress the procedure had been fairly discrete, till then, but if that was to me bizarre, the next act was even more far out as the father was now ordered by his own son, to lick and kiss that wet body dry. To my amazement without a murmur, the old boy was down and doing as instructed in a single bound. Receiving, on completion a “well done” pat from Trevor, like some pet dog that had fetched the ball for his master. By now my subject the big lady with the k**dies, had been forgotten, my eyes were riveted to the scene before me, mesmerised. The three carried on as if on a deserted island somewhere, oblivious of the rest of the known world. Father knew the script and turned on his knees to face his wife who held open her sun dress for him to lick at her sex, which seemed to me to be the first thing he had done that seemed “normal”, however even that was to be a surprise to me when the master of their universe, young Trevor, commanded his mother to “give him his drink”! I can only say that the lady had perfect control of her bladder, as she proceeded to wash father`s tonsils with the remains’ of her dinnertime lager. That old lad didn`t spill a drop, appearing to relish his unusual refreshment and with a smile on his face licking his lips. The f****y now settled down on their towels, as if nothing untoward had happened, which I suppose to them it hadn`t and after my erection had deflated, I went back to my sketching of the lady on the beach. After perhaps an hour, Trevor to ...