It’s the last week before school starts and my son asks me to take him for a play day together.

“Sounds like fun! What do you want to do?”

Without hesitation, he says, “Let’s go to that new mini-golf place!”

“Kevin, it’s supposed to be over ninety degrees today! It’s too hot for mini-golf!”

“It’s okay, Dad.” Kevin has his argument lined up. “This is an indoor place. Air conditioned! Mermaids Cove Underwater Adventure and Mini-Golf!”

Still not my idea of fun, but it’s his day, so I agree. I put on my mermaid print Aloha shirt, just to embarrass him, and off we go.

We live about an hour away from one of those ubiquitous tourist trap towns that seem to be everywhere around the National Parks. We arrive and buy tickets. I’m hoping for a quick hour of mini-golf, the obligatory souvenir and let’s get lunch.

It's fairly crowded, so I tell Kevin to hurry up so we can get in line. We go grab our putters and pick out colorful golf balls. Just as we’re about to enter the line, two small girls, probably under five years old, run and jump ahead of us, squealing and giggling.

“I’m so sorry!” says a voice from behind us. “Emma! Rita! Get back here!”

I turn around and am hit between the eyes by two of the most gorgeous young mothers I’ve ever seen. They have three more kids with them, all under ten.

“No, it’s okay!” I tell them. “They’re just excited. You guys go ahead.”

MILF mama number one is about 5’7” tall; brown hair, soft brown eyes, and a beautiful, shapely body. She’s wearing a floor-length, sleeveless black summer dress. Her bare arms are covered with some really artistic, intricate tattoos.

MILF mama two is slightly shorter. Her face is almost angelic, with piercing blue eyes. Her blonde hair is up in a ponytail, exposing her exquisite neck and shoulders. She’s wearing a short tennis skirt and a form-fitting Lycra shirt with spaghetti straps holding it up. Her tits are, to put it mildly, awe-inspiring. The shirt's scooping neckline reveals plenty of ample cleavage.

Kevin groans that I’ve let them jump the line, but I tell him to just calm down. We’ve got all day.

For the first few holes, I am mesmerized by those amazing tits. Every time she putts the ball, her arms come together and they bulge out of the shirt a little more. And every time one of her kids drops their ball, she bends over to pick it up, giving me a close-up view of either her fabulous cleavage or her tight little ass. It’s definitely having an effect on my putter.

By the fourth hole, we start casually chatting as the kids take twenty putts each to finally get the ball into the cup. The ladies are not quite flirty, but definitely playful. By the sixth hole, our two parties have become one, as Kevin and I intermix with Naomi, Dawn, and their five kids.

As we wait for the group in front of us to finish up the twelfth hole, I am admiring Naomi’s tattoos. Her arm is covered with a colorful Polynesian Warrior Princess that sits above an Amazonian Goddess, leading down to an Egyptian Pharaoh Queen. Naomi notices my Aloha shirt. “Nice threads,” she tells me. “Very appropriate. I like it!”

“Thanks!” I shoot back. “And I really like your t…” I catch myself. “Umm… your ink!”

Naomi and Dawn both burst out laughing. “Were you gonna say you like her tatties?” Dawn giggles.

I laugh. “In my defense, I caught myself. But they ARE a very nice set! Yours too!” Dawn doesn’t have any ink that I can see.

More laughter followed by Dawn, now definitely flirting, “I’ll show you my tatties if I can see your putter!”

The kids are ready to move on, and I need to catch my breath and keep my putter under control. Luckily, I’m wearing a pair of loose-fitting cargo shorts.

The flirty, sexy banter continues until we reach the eighteenth hole. By now, Kevin and Naomi’s ten-year-old boy are fast friends. “Dad, can we go into the undersea bounce chamber?”

If it means I can spend more time hanging out with Naomi and Dawn, I’m all for it. Tickets are purchased and kids bounce.

I notice Dawn and Naomi talking quietly to one another, then Dawn walks away towards the restroom. Another minute later, Naomi gets a text. She slides up next to me and says slyly, “You need to go to the restroom.”

“Uh… I’m good.”

Naomi says it again, more insistently. “No, I’ll keep an eye on Kevin. You need to go to the men’s room. The stall with the rubber band on the knob.”

Suddenly, I have an overwhelming need to go to the bathroom. “Kevin, I’m gonna hit the head!” I call. “Naomi’s gonna watch you!”

When I enter, there’s no one else around. The toilet stalls are fully enclosed, with doors that ensure privacy. Seeing a rubber band on the doorknob of the last stall, I slip inside.

Dawn is standing in front of the toilet; her shirt off and those superb tits standing up in all their glory. And they are glorious. She’d shown me plenty of cleavage on the mini-golf course, but out in their natural habitat, they are even more inviting.

“I told you I’d show you my tatties,” she giggles. “Now you need to show me your putter.”

She sits down on the edge of the toilet and reaches out, grabbing my belt and pulling me closer. She unbuckles it and undoes the buttons on my shorts. I pull them down, showing off the tent in my underwear.

“Can I practice my golf strokes?” Dawn asks sexily. She pulls out my hard cock and feels it up and down. “Yes, I can work with this.”

Dawn leans forward and takes my cock head into her mouth. She has a tongue stud, which I’m not expecting. After just a few minutes, it feels so damn good I’m afraid I might cum right then and there.

“Woah, slow down,” I warn her. “I know you want a quickie, but if you keep that up, it’s gonna be a lot quicker than you think.”

She stands up and puts her arms around my neck. Using me for balance, she puts her feet up on the toilet seat and squats in front of me.

“Hold me up,” she says. I grab her shoulders and she leans into me, squeezing her tits around my cock. “Oooh, that’s it,” she moans. “Fuck my tatties!”

I slide my dick up and down that beautiful valley. It’s my first titty-fuck and I am in heaven. Her soft flesh feels so good wrapped around me. I am pouring out pre-cum like a leaky faucet and it’s helping to lubricate the sweet valley between her breasts.

Once again, I’m inching closer to the point of no return, so I grab Dawn around the waist and set her on the ground. We turn sideways in the stall and she faces away from me. She flips up her tennis skirt and pulls down her soaking wet panties.

Reaching back, she guides my cock into her folds, and starts thrusting her pussy onto me with wild abandon. She’s using the wall for leverage as she slams into me repeatedly.

“Oh, shit!” she whispers fiercely. “Fuck me! Fuck my slutty pussy!”

Wow, this girl is a FREAK! It’s nonstop, balls-to-the-walls intensity. It goes on for several minutes.

“Yeah! Take me like the whore that I am! Fuck this whore pussy!” Between the crazy-intense fucking she’s giving me and the crazy-hot dirty talk, I am ready to blow.

“I’m pulling out! I’m gonna cum!” I grunt into her ear.

“No!!! Leave it in!!” she hisses. “Pump your cum into my whore pussy!! I need your cum inside me!”

Obeying her command, I blast my load deep into her hot cunt. I stay inside her as she explodes in a rocking, shuddering orgasm. “YES!! YES!! I AM A CUM LOVING CUMSLUT WHORE!! OH, FUCK THAT’S GOOD!!”

We take a minute to catch our breath. I pull up my shorts, and Dawn puts on her panties and shirt. There is cum dripping down her legs, heading towards her white deck shoes. I grab some toilet paper so she can wipe it up.

“Whores don’t wipe,” she whispers to me. “Whores wear it with pride.”

“Wow, she really is a whore,” I think to myself. “You sure?” I ask.

“Don’t worry,” she says. “My husband will clean it up later.”

This is definitely the hottest, strangest encounter I’ve ever had. I open the stall door and check to make sure the coast is clear. We slip out and head back to the Undersea Bounce Chamber. The kids are all sitting around, drinking sodas and chomping on Red Vines. I tell Kevin we should go, because I still owe him lunch.

As we say our goodbyes, Naomi quietly says in my ear, “We’re here every Friday. We take turns watching the kids. Just in case you wanted to get in another round.”

Back in the car, we head for Kevin’s favorite pizza parlor.

“Thanks, Dad, I’m having the best play day ever!”

“Me too, Kev! Me too. Let's do it again real soon!"