Date: Wed, 7 Apr 2010 18:35:16 +1000
From: The Pin <lawrencebradman@gmail.com>
Subject: The bonding Part 8

My wife's name was Irene, as suggested by Mum and to everyone's
satisfaction we'd been married a month before, now the last of their stuff
was being moved in and soon all could relax, meanwhile, I had things that
needed to be finalised with her son - now my stepson. He was lying face
down with both my pillows beneath his hips, every now and then I'd check he
was comfortable since this was proving to be a lengthy session and neither
showed any indication of wanting to expedite things.  In a pleasant
daydream I gently slid in and out of the boy's neat buttocks, occasionally
we'd begin a companionable discussion on this or that though as often as
not we'd break off to savour some new sensation engendered by a novel move
by one or the other, it was supremely comfortable and civilised this sex we
were enjoying so the interruption came as a surprise.  Both our mothers
appeared in the doorway, tactfully my wife cleared her throat

"You two, you do make a lovely pair and we hate to interrupt but..."

We both got the message and went into overdrive, promptly I slipped a hand
under my partner and swiftly began to masturbate him as I rapidly thrust

"Won't be long" I gasped

"Most impressive, you make a well practiced pair too, I must say"

My hand was coated with warm fluid as the boy arched upward and shuddered,
in turn I released myself, a loud slurping served to embarrass me as my
final thrusts plunged through and into the mess I'd made.  So, out of
breath but otherwise more or less composed, we rolled onto our sides to
receive instructions - or whatever was to come.

My mother began it

"Well, we have an applicant for the position of cook, she's also prepared
to help with cleaning - which as you know has largely been left to...guess
who?"

The boy and I squirmed.  Then Mum continued

"She wants to live in...this place is easily large enough but there's the
issue of - er - privacy of course.  So, we two have dropped some hints,
fairly heavy ones at that but nothing too specific in case she changes her
mind and news gets out, suffice it to say, she's aware that our lifestyle
is not - well, not quite mainstream.  Now, she has a 12 year old
daughter..." she let that sink in.  The boy and I looked at each other
uneasily as she continued "However...and this could be significant, I've
sighted a reference provided by the Bishop of all people - my old friend
Sanctu Paedophile no less.  He writes glowingly of the child...."

God, I thought...what DID she do?  No, don't ask......Then my wife chipped
in

"So, if you two can bear to unplug for a few minutes, the two of them are
waiting downstairs and...it would be best if we welcomed them as a family?"

This was different, the boy and I took the social niceties seriously so in
a minute there we were, still slightly flushed but presented for
inspection.  Our women appraised us, nodded grudging approval and led the
way.  Not sure what I'd expected but as we entered a slim hawkish woman
rose, lithe trim figure, and a slightly weary if humorous
expression...beside her, hesitantly rising was what I assumed to be her
daughter.  Impish eyes, and an unsettling look that said "I've seen it and
I know the score..."  My focus was upon the mother and daughter, vaguely I
noted that terms were being discussed, the woman had worked in a decent
restaurant and had references in support.  Now she wanted a less hectic
environment and a secure base for her daughter who she hoped, would
continue her academic successes.  Here I noted the girl's lack of
embarrassment, perfectly assured and at ease she listened, occasionally she
would nod her head in support of something said then would sit demurely
examining her hands.  So, it was finally agreed, the mother would assume
the role of cook and part time housekeeper and she and the girl would
occupy three rooms by the courtyard, pretty well self contained and all
included with the salary package.

Almost at once there was a change, meals became something to look forward
to rather than the hit or miss affairs they had been, and the place
actually looked tidy....but we saw little of the two new arrivals.  Then
slowly they began to slip in to a niche...early in the piece we'd told them
to use the pool but nothing happened for a while until, early one
afternoon, demurely the two emerged to take the plunge.  Idly I noted the
mother's figure, lithe and trim obviously fit...she shepherded the girl
ahead of her.  Oh dear...I began to suspect the good bishop's motives in
giving that character reference, hips swung provocatively...no breast to
speak of yet but the ripe swell of buttocks and long slender legs and there
it was - that saucy glance.  Yes, this little miss knew the ropes, dark
curls and impish almond slanting eyes completed it, carefully she lowered
herself in...really she was presenting herself for inspection - I caught
her glance.  Only 12 years old?  Her Mum saw my expression, and spread her
hands resignedly, I smiled in sympathy and went back to my book.  Then
became aware of the dripping figure,

"I have to get back, things to prepare but is it OK - if she stays?  If she
becomes a nuisance for any reason, just send her in to me, she'll have
plenty of homework anyway."

I agreed and watched the trim body with swinging hips as she receded.

"She's not bad is she...my mum?  What do you think - no, that's rude of me
to ask, but I hope men will look at ME like that when I'm her age!  Mind
you, some men look at me like that already....."

I knew of course that she was fishing, I knew very well why they would want
to look at her but wasn't about to let on so changed the subject

"Your mother, she mentioned something about scholarships, how do you think
you are going?  Oh yes, we have a pretty extensive library - did you know
that?  I think, well I suggest, that you look it over, its strong on the
arts but I've also tried to take care of the sciences, may be nothing
suited to your curriculum but you never know, worth a try?"

She looked at me through shining eyes - later I learned she was good at
that - and breathed

"Will you show me, please?"

Now again I heard warning bells so suggested that first she get changed out
of her wet stuff and then mention it to her mum.  Off she shot.  Half an
hour later, she and I were stooped over my index system, I wasn't in the
least surprised to find a little body press up against me, the question
was, how best to handle the situation?  Already I was beginning to
anticipate pleasures in store but if I wasn't careful, she'd - and there it
was, little fingers skilfully began their work....found me already hard and
again I was treated to those shining eyes. It was useless of course, I
stood her up and carefully eased off her shorts and panties, idly stroking
a finger along her hairless slit, I swear she purred as I fondled that
sweet little body, the next step was - and here I checked, yes she was
literally dripping - to heft her up on to the table, carefully spreading
her legs I paused and looked at her...she nodded "Please...but let's make
it a quick one - this time?"

I had forgotten the feel of a tight little pussy and became busy,
reflecting that since she'd doubtless satisfied the good bishop, she'd be
quite good enough for me and as she called out "Oh woweeee!" the door
opened, in sauntered Mum followed by my wife....