Date: Sat, 27 Feb 2010 16:03:47 +1100
From: The Pin <lawrencebradman@gmail.com>
Subject: The bonding Part 6

We had used help around the place for ages, it was simply too large but
having been in Dad's family for centuries neither Mum nor I would dream of
parting with it, besides the views were breathtaking and renovations
undertaken while Dad was alive had ensured a fair level of comfort.  So,
when your help retires, you have to look around - which is why I'd raised
the subject with Mum.  I confessed to her however that while enjoying a
certain - intimacy - with the boy, I had yet to meet the mother.  I knew
little except that divorced, she got by on a small allowance from her
husband...and that as part of the settlement, she now owned a very large
collection of books..of casual interest since I write the things.  After my
talk with Mum I mulled things over, yes we needed an extra hand...or two,
and when entertaining..we'd fallen back on catering firms, not that we
couldn't afford it but well, it just wasn't the same...and the boy's mother
had worked in catering?  So as we lay companionably relaxed after love
making, I put it to him....would his mother consider coming to help out?
Would she care to take a look around perhaps, then discuss her thoughts on
the matter, we meanwhile would try to arrive at a suitable arrangement..if
agreeable perhaps he too might consider....?  Here the boy stammered his
excuses, he'd enrolled for university starting the coming year...he'd be of
little significance in the equation.  I nodded and agreed.  Anyway.....I'd
answered the door and there with his mother stood my little boyfriend.
Sparing her the embarrassment of scrutiny I ushered them through to the
outdoor patio, there elegantly reclining lay Mum, slim legs swung to the
floor and she rose to greet the visitors.

"What a pleasure, of course my son has mentioned your lovely boy...but I
understand he hasn't met you before now either...so I'm sure he's grateful
for this chance to say 'hello'.  As for myself, I'm being totally selfish,
I'm just going to sit back and if you like the two of you can discuss
whatever appears suitable...don't mind me.."

Mum nodded at me, crafty old biddy, she'd be watching like a hawk and
listening....and I glanced at my boyfriend's Mum.  I didn't know how old
she was, couldn't tell!  Supremely well groomed, couldn't guess at her
figure either...hair, chestnut, similar to her son's though with a bit more
red, whether natural or otherwise I wasn't sure....however, I never like to
stare at people...but the woman's very neutrality told me something..it
required great skill and sensitivity to achieve that sort of
visual...anonymity.  Before too long the lady let drop the fact that she'd
been married to an academic, previously having been matron of an Hotel in
London...yes, of course we'd all heard of it...now she concentrated on her
articles, smiling she mentioned a national woman's magazine. Mum sat
up. Carefully working round to it, we began to discuss possibilities until,
nothing decided Mum suggested that perhaps it would be best if our visitors
had a look around?  This made complete sense of course, the two women
headed off while we two followed, Mum gave them the grand tour.  We would
have been following and listening for about half an hour when I noticed
it.....Mum's hand, it lightly rested upon the visitor's elbow, politely
ushering her as it were....of course nothing was resolved then and there
but next morning, I answered the door to a smiling woman...now casually
dressed - and I caught my breath.  It's true what they say, beauty can
be..a downright menace to the possessor, warping judgment, inspiring envy,
resentment even....so she'd deliberately muted that first impression she
made.  No wonder she had such a lovely son!  Mum had guessed of
course...that hand on the arm - it had been no one-off, no accident and now
shedding protective camouflage she followed me in to greet the lady of the
house.

Both of us had discussed the issue and agreed ... any new help must from
the very outset be under no delusions as to the um..affection..Mum and I
had for one another, otherwise life would become far too complicated, if
not unbearable.  So, this time we found Mum - casually attired, actually
she wore something diaphanous with a deep vee down the front even at 70+
the effect was visually - appealing - cheerily I ushered our guest in then
walked over to my mother.  Now came the critical bit...how would she react?
Arm encircling Mum's waist I drew her close and kissed her open
mouthed...then stood back decorously.  Our visitor I noted had flushed
pink...was that an excited gleam in her eye - my God!  Intuition told
me...oh yes, and on impulse I drew mum's garment off her shoulders and down
to her hips, then began to fondle her breasts.  From our visitor came a
strangled gasp

"Yes, I see ...and I'm so glad you decided to...let me in on
it....because..."

speechless now she strolled over to Mum and reaching out reverently, let
fingers encircle her breast.  Smiling conspiratorially, we two began to
pleasure my mother as walking with her between us I headed for the bedroom.
Once settled, we removed the rest of Mum's clothes before undressing
ourselves, again and again I glanced at the sensational body revealed, then
contrasted it with Mum's erotic elegance....firmly, feminine fingers parted
Mum's thighs, and as I toyed with her breasts I saw chestnut curls bob
between her legs.  Mum smiled up at me and mouthed

"Oh darling...and you have the boy too....oh wow, won't we have fun?"

and about then Mum ran out of coherent speech.  It was perhaps an hour or
so later and Mum had begun to doze off, a blissful smile upon her face,
that I turned to the chestnut haired lovely beside me...she nodded and
smiled

"Why not....you've had my son, I've done it with your mother, so really it
makes sense doesn't it?"

There was a giggle from Mum.  I ran my hands over sharply pointed breasts,
so different from Mum's yet just as exciting and gently reached for her
lush mound, this woman wasn't to be hurried and under Mum's approving gaze
I caressed and fondled, stimulating the lovely body until involuntarily
hips began to rise and fall and fevered muttering began, then with a final
glance at Mum and seeing her nod of approval, I entered my boyfriend's
mother.