Date: Wed, 3 Mar 2010 15:30:11 +1100
From: The Pin <lawrencebradman@gmail.com>
Subject: The bonding Part 7

We had a problem, it hadn't taken long for all parties to work out that a
standard employer/employee relationship would be impossible to achieve in
the circumstances, and there had been other developments.  For example it
transpired that the intimate relations I'd enjoyed with my mother over the
years were by no means unique...Mum and I had been visiting the two in
their fairly cramped but comfortable apartment, somehow the conversation
had turned to erotic art, there was the ex-husband's book collection and
thoughtfully our hostess rose and selected a volume to illustrate a
particular point and there it was the Emperor Nero depicted in flagrante
with his mother Agrippina, what I found striking was the fact that in
parting her garment, he revealed two small rounded breasts and in fact
overall her figure closely resembled Mum's.  I confined myself to the
comment

"She's lovely isn't she...I know someone just like her but...hope no one
would confuse me with the overweight character who's groping her?"

There was a titter all round and Mum gently slapped my face

"Terrible boy, but I bet they had lots of fun."

as the pages turned, we began to have an idea of the sort of fun they had,
Mum had moved closer and as my interest grew I slipped a hand under her
mohair jumper and discreetly began fondling a breast.  Then I noticed, my
delightful young boyfriend, he too stood leaning against his mother but in
his case he had a hand thrust beneath her skirt.  This was VERY
interesting, I said nothing but divided my attention between the erotic
images and what I was doing to Mum's breast....looking up I noticed it,
both women looked slightly flushed and neither showed any sign of
discouraging the attention they were getting.  As we stood there, it became
obvious that all concerned were steadily becoming more and more aroused,
Mum broke the silence

"Darling, could you move to the other one, this one's getting sore?"

Our hostess made the decision and glancing at Mum said

"I think.....perhaps we can take a little break, aren't we lucky...to have
two such affectionate boys?  We can go through here if you like...yes, I
think the bed is wide enough...provided no one gets too excited of course!"

Mum's response was

"My dear, I'm afraid my days of wildly thrashing around are a thing of
memory, nowadays I tend to quietly lie back and let him enjoy me...not that
I mind the attention of course, I'm very fortunate there, he doesn't need
to do much before his old mother gets turned on, do you darling?  That's
it, you're nice and hard for Mummy, come here darling, closer ... there
now, Mmmmm.."

Elderly or not, it was a lovely turn on to have Mum sink to her knees and
take me in her mouth, snow haired old lady she might be but she'd lost none
of her skill - or enthusiasm - then before she had a chance to seize up I
helped her to her feet again.  The thing about undressing Mum was, I never
took it for granted, it was always a privilege, from that first button to
the moment that I began to ease panties down over her thighs I was aware
that she was conferring upon me the sweetest privilege a boy can
experience, to be a "Mother fucker" - which is in fact the highest accolade
of all.  That this lovely, frail yet fascinating woman should receive me
between her loins, countless times over the years...was still -
overwhelming, and as always I felt humbled when she manifest her arousal, a
finger between her thighs...and...it came away glistening, avid I inserted
more fingers, Mum whispered in my ear

"That's lovely darling, but wouldn't you like to come in to Mummy properly,
the others are waiting...."

and so they were, the voluptuous redhead lay there smiling with her son's
chestnut curls spread upon her thighs, so depositing Mum to one side I
eased in beside her, it was cramped and I was struck by the thought "What
if....in the confusion..." then realised it wouldn't matter in the
slightest, no one present would ever object if another hand accidentally
fondled, or whatever!  I must say, it was very - intimate - first off, we
had the two sons avidly pleasuring their mothers...and then there was the
fact that no one could really do anything without accidentally involving
someone else, of necessity we had to take things slowly and this became
extremely satisfying.  As I sank into Mum and felt her legs wrap around my
waist I could sense the gentle thrusts as the youngster took his own
mother, he looked at me and smiled...and we exchanged a lingering kiss,
then both steadily worked away between the womens' legs.  At some stage the
sex became audible, our mothers were by now very wet indeed and you could
hear the results, Mum tittered and expressed the thought

"At my age!  How undignified, or was that you dear - or perhaps both of us?
Yummy though...but darling, you can do it faster if you like, wouldn't it
be nice, if we could keep pace sort of...yes, you've got Mummy terribly
randy dear."

I had half an eye on Mum still, experiencing the turn on her nakedness gave
me, the rest of my attention focused upon a boy's luscious buttocks and his
mother's glorious figure, then Mum suggested it

"Mmmm, this IS rather special, I think so anyway....I'm feeling randy too
and rather naughty...does anyone ...want to change over, no fuss...."

The boy hesitated then made up his mind

"Mum's the only woman I've been with....I like doing it with men mostly, so
if you don't mind, I may not be very experienced but I can try?  If you
don't mind that is?"

Mum wriggled her hips as I pulled out, smiling she said nothing but pulled
the boy to her as I eased over and into his own mother, I heard Mum
continue

"There now darling, let an old lady show you some things?  You can practice
them on your Mummy after can't you now?"

There was no doubt about it, once the last gasps had subsided and breathing
assumed some sort of regularity, meditatively Mum came out with it.

"That arrangement we had in mind, it will never work will it....after all
this, I mean we can't even keep our hands off one another - by the looks of
it, so I think it's back to the drawing board really.  There's no way that
we'll be able to make it work - neither of us could ever regard you
as...well, the hired help."

There was a silence, I felt the boy's hand shyly entwine with my penis,
then it was his turn.

"Mum, you know how I like, being with him...and I know you like him allot,
you've said so, and that you and his Mum...well I know you've both been
doing..stuff together, lots of it....well perhaps they should advertise for
someone else?  I mean we can get by you know...but I like this..."

He trailed away...and other views came out, all at once and it seemed that
there was consensus, we all liked things the way they were, I noticed hands
indiscriminately fondle and caress while delightfully, a young boy began
sucking my penis, as his mother tolerantly looked on.  It was Mum who
clinched it, looking from me to the redhead.

"You two, I think you should get married"

No one seemed to find any fault with this proposal.