Summer Holiday/Spain Day 8 Susan and Phoebe by the pool
I was feeling pretty knackered after my early morning fuck so I sat by the pool to watch the happy children splashing about. I must have dozed off because I woke with a start when someone flopped into the lounger beside me. “Sorry,” she said. It was a girl with a baby on her lap, fast asleep. I couldn’t tell if the baby was a boy or a girl, even though it was wearing nothing but a nappy.
I shrugged a ‘no problem’ as she stretched back in the lounger. She wasn’t wearing her bikini top and I could see the little blue veins on her swollen breasts and the big brown nipples. “Susan,” she mouthed quietly and stretched her free hand over. “Frances,” I mimed back and shook her hand. In spite of our efforts, the baby began to wake; yawning and stretching before opening her big blue eyes and seeing me. I smiled and was rewarded with a return smile.
“She likes you,” Susan said with a little giggle. Her voice was slurred and even though it was still well before lunch, I guessed that she had been drinking."She likes men full stop; don’t you darling,” she said and looked down at the baby, then back at me. “Have you got any?”
“Any what?”
“Children.”
I shook my head. “I’m not married.”
She giggled. “Neither am I.”
“She’s very pretty,” I said. I was beginning to think that maybe I was being chatted up. “Like her Mum,” I added.
The baby started to wriggle about and soon found a breast with a fat nipple to clamp on to, and because of my fantasy I got an instant erection. I tried to hide it but Susan spotted it and grinned. “I think he likes us too Phoebe,” she said to the baby.
A week ago I would probably have blushed with embarrassment and run off, but after all that had happened since the start of this holiday, I was getting used to it. “I need to change her,” Susan said. “Could you watch my stuff while I pop to the loo?”
Considering that I was supposed to be a paedophile, I found the sight of Susan’s bum wobbling in her bikini bottom as she walked away, surprisingly erotic. I closed my eyes and tried to think mundane thoughts to make my stiffy go away, but she was soon back and now Phoebe was naked. Susan fussed about her bags and then held the baby out towards me. “I must have left her cream in our room; would you mind holding her while I fetch it,” she said.
I didn’t really get a chance to argue and found myself sitting with a naked baby right on top of my stiff cock, while her mother walked off out of sight with just a quick look back over her shoulder. I sat Phoebe up; she wasn’t the first baby I’d held (although the first naked one) as I’d held a couple of cousins a few times, but usually their mothers were hovering to make sure I didn’t drop them or something. Phoebe seemed unconcerned about being with a strange man and allowed me to jiggle her up and down on my lap. I held her sitting astride my legs and I had a clear view of her pussy which, to my inexperienced eyes, looked much bigger than I would have expected.
She gurgled and flapped her arms about, and then sent an exploratory hand down between her thighs. I was using both my hands to hold her up so I just watched as she began to masturbate. “Phoebe! Behave yourself.” The voice came from behind me, but she didn’t really sound as if she meant it. Susan plonked herself down on her lounger and I made as if to pass Phoebe back over to her. “Why don’t you rub it on,” she said. “She’d like that I’m sure.”
I looked around; although there were quite a few people about, no one seemed to be taking any notice of us. “Are you sure,” I asked.
“Turn her over and rub plenty of it onto her bottom and down between her legs. It stops her getting sore down there,” Susan said. She unscrewed the top off a big jar of white cream and I turned Phoebe so that she was lying face down across my thighs. Susan held the jar out and I took a dollop on my finger. “More than that,” she said. “Use lots and rub it right in.” I spread the cream over the baby smooth bum; something she obviously enjoyed because she was kicking her little legs. When I slid a finger down her arse crack I looked at Susan for reassurance, but she was watching closely and I could see the tip of her pink tongue. I reached the some more cream and put a gob right on Phoebe’s arse and then began to work it in.
Susan had a towel over her lap and I realised that she had her hand down underneath it as she watched me slide a finger into Phoebe’s tight, slippery little arse. Phoebe made a gurgling noise and I felt her clamp down on my invading finger, so I held it still until she relaxed. “Turn her over and do the front,” Susan said, her voice sounding kind of strained. I did as I was told lifting Phoebe so that her back was against my belly and her feet splayed out across my thighs. I had to put her slightly to one side because my stiff cock was in the way. I took another gob of cream and spread it over the baby soft belly and immediately Phoebe got hold of my hand and pushed it down between her legs. “That’s my little slut daughter,” Susan said as I slipped a finger into the youngest vagina I’d ever touched. I saw Susan going red in the face and felt her baby daughter squeezing my finger and my cock erupted inside my shorts.
Nobody said anything for ages; Phoebe dozed off on my lap and I could hear her making little snuffly snoring noises. “I’m going to take Phoebe back to our room for a nap; do you… err… Want to come and get yourself cleaned up,” Susan said, getting to her feet, scooping Phoebe up off my lap and picking up her bag all in one fluid movement.
What do you do?