Date: Thu, 11 Feb 2010 09:25:48 +1100
From: The Pin <lawrencebradman@gmail.com>
Subject: The bonding Part 5

The boy was twisting restlessly beneath my hips, I knew he was easily
stimulated, in fact it couldn't have been more than 10 minutes since I'd
penetrated him yet I knew I had already brought him close to the
boil....and I wanted him to last, he was a pretty, delicate looking lad,
quite feminine in many ways and I glanced at the expanse of smooth thigh
before pausing in my love making...he was still quivering as I ran my hands
soothingly over neck and slim shoulders, carefully I kissed the side of his
neck..and he shivered.  How old was he I wondered?  That morning I had been
strolling along amid the street stalls - one with piles of second hand
books caught my attention and I lingered awhile..unaware at first that I
was being observed.  Then I had that certainty - someone was watching and
with more than a casual interest and there behind the stall was what at
first I took to be a young woman.  Catching his/her eyes, I watched the
blush tinge those cheeks, pretty chestnut hair, greenish eyes and long eye
lashes completed it for me.

"Hello pretty, I've been admiring your selection here...now I feel perhaps
my admiration should be directed elsewhere?"  The blush deepened.
Hesitantly I elicited a stumbling reply and then I drew him into
conversation, his father had been a collector of rare books but so
indiscriminate were his habits that Mum and he had organised a sale of some
lesser volumes (of lesser rarity, that is).  He was minding the stall until
Mum relieved him at noon.  The boy was enchanting, his fragile beauty
perfectly offset by the boisterous gaudy street surrounds and it wasn't
long before I had arranged to meet him for lunch.  Later, walking beside
him, the sway of his hips was utterly captivating....lunch was a joy and
after, we were reluctant to break it up.  So it was that I found myself
strolling along the cliff tops in company with a bubbly, willowy youth who
couldn't seem to stop chatting.  No, they hadn't been here long, he and Mum
packed up after Dad died and moved up here, it was warmer and the heating
bills were less.  Soon it was apparent that we had left civilisation
behind, taking him by the hand I drew him toward me, unresisting he tilted
his face...and I kissed him.  One thing led to another very quickly,
neither had planned anything but...conscious that we stood exposed and out
in the open, I whispered my proposition

"You mean, up in that big house on the corner - near the top of the hill?"

So I took him home.  As he undressed I wondered at his reserve....shirt
removed, slim torso with jutting nipples stood revealed...now he hesitated
but then steeling himself, he unfastened his belt and in a quick movement
daintily stepped out of his trousers...there he stood, slender,
elegant...and clad in lacy grip top nylons.  I gave a low whistle of
appreciation as with hand on hip he postured for my appreciation.  That had
been 10 minutes ago and I proceeded to take him there and then complete
with stockings...now I sought to prolong things and I began to quietly chat
as I made desultory thrusts...he and his Mum were looking for work, Mum had
been in catering and wouldn't mind something similar.....I mulled this over
and gradually picked up the pace, soon he was bucking and heaving his slim
body, elegant legs wrapped around my waist, arms reached for me
beseechingly

"Please, kiss me, kiss me...please" and now I began to drive deep, soon the
boy was stretched back with arm thrown across his eyes, mouth opening in
moans I felt his convulsions begin, the excitement was of course infectious
and I began to react, his evident enjoyment and stunning beauty conspired
against any hopes I'd had of prolonging the session and just as the first
jets of semen spurted from his penis - I lost it.  After, I came to a
decision, I wasn't going to let this boy go...I'd talk to Mum.

Later, that evening I sought out Mum - there she was shuffling things
around on a balcony, she hadn't seen me and I paused to admire the sight,
she had decided to age gracefully, hair now snow white but figure neat and
trim she was in her 70's and walked erect with all the poise of a woman
half her age, no disguising the wrinkles around eyes but these were bright
and lively.  Stealthily I approached and at the last moment, slipped a hand
inside her blouse.  For a second Mum froze, then brought her hand up to
clasp my fingers to her breast.  Without a word I let my fingers trace
Mum's nipple and felt it harden, next I fondled the still smooth firm
outline of her breast then pressed lips to the side of her neck...

"You naughty boy, I wouldn't be surprised if you didn't decide to do it to
me right here..."

As ever, she had read my mind, casually I undid her blouse before unhooking
her bra...I still marvel at the neatly formed little breasts jutting pertly
into my cupped hands.  Mum watches with an amused smile

"Your old Mum still excites you does she...what else has Mummy got that you
want...I wonder...?"

Now Mum's fingers unfastened her belt, with a wriggle she sheds her skirt
and then panties, I can only pull her to me and press my mouth to hers.
Reaching below, I trace the outline of her slit and insert a casual finger,
she's moist, through the sparse hairs I stroke her mound..

"Mum, Mum, God how can you do it to me...you don't even have to do
anything...and I'm hot for you..."  She giggles and I pick her up, there's
a recliner and I lay her on her back, Mum parts her legs wide and draws up
her knees - I know those legs will shortly be wrapped around my back, as I
enter her I give thanks for her endless sexual energy, then once settled
into a steady rhythm I mention that afternoon's encounter's with the
fragile boy....she is silent for a while, thinking and then she giggles,
almost squeezing me out of her vagina..."Ooops, sorry dear...I wonder,
yes....his Mum could be useful, very useful I suppose....but what skills
does he have?"  I whisper in her ear, it takes a while ...then as I finish

"Goodness, that sounds like lots of fun....I suppose...if Mummy can
watch....?"

Sometime later, much later, Mum and I skilfully bring things to a head...we
still gasp like newlyweds as we cum, for the thrill of our love making has
never waned....but we are oh, so much more skilled and understanding of
each other's needs.  Blissfully I snuggle up as Mum rests with her head
upon my shoulder, idly I stroke her thigh...secure in the knowledge that in
time, one thing will lead to another and that...Mum and I will be at it
again....