Date: Sun, 26 Jun 2011 16:09:40 +1000
From: Lawrence Bradman <prioryboy@gmail.com>
Subject: Release from the closet Part 5

This time, I was driven home...for in the circumstances no one felt like
leaving me to my own devices, so two got into their cars while by unanimous
consent a third was deputed to be my chauffeur...on the proviso he promise
not to take unfair advantage of the situation...he grinned sheepishly and
muttered something sounding like "Honi soit qui mal y pense" whereupon they
all laughed and off we went...Police and Ambulance passing us en route....

Back home, I confronted an anxious mother who having heard the distant
sirens had let her imagination work overtime so now could only mask her
anxiety by throwing a tantrum "Do you know...I TOLD you...what
will....bloody LISTEN next time!!" and so forth.  Instinctively I opted for
the easy way out, Mum was really very attractive, blazing eyed and with
flushed cheeks, chest heaving..I fastened my eyes upon those petite little
breasts and the exposed 'V' of pale flesh between so after a while there
was a pause and "What are you staring at?".  Saying nothing I pulled her
tight muttering "It's all right, they've agreed..so long as you...don't
mind them being here...we could have fun you know, lots of it" "Mind, mind?
Silly boy...it was MY idea!  Of course I don't mind!!"  I'd only cum twice
from memory, the session being somewhat shorter than usual since the
nastiness had interrupted things...and Mum's warm slim body was having the
usual effect...so kissing the exposed neck I groped for a breast.."Oh, oh
thank God they came round then, saw sense...naughty boy, not so
rough...gently...there's the nipple, there..just tweak..ah darling...take
Mummy upstairs now..oh aren't we a terrible pair, I'm wet already?  And
darling, I want you to tell Mummy exactly what you did, every little
thing..".

Over the next week or so messages were exchanged - understandably my
various friends were still slightly nervous but eventually they were
convinced - or let themselves be persuaded - that it would not only be safe
but ... that good "sport" for want of a better word ... could be had by all
and eventually a date was set.

On the surface Mum appeared to take things calmly but I'm certain that like
me, she was experiencing an underlying tension, a mix of excitement and
anxiety so, we talked it over.  For my part I described the three men...all
were attractive I said, ages varying from early twenties to late thirties
and then I added the important bit.."yes" I'd fooled around with lots of
men over the last couple of years...she knew that now but these men, well
these men I'd elected to stay with..OK they - were good performers sexually
and so forth but they all had one thing in common..here I groped for
words.....they, they were CONSIDERATE people and gentle with it.  Mum
smiled and thought then came out with it "What you mean darling, is that
they all make good LOVERS!"  Relieved, I could only agree she'd hit the
nail on the head, no question about that.

Of course I shouldn't have been surprised, for on the nominated day three
cars drove up one after the other.  Three men emerged - each carrying a
large bouquet.  Mum answered the door of course, paused awkwardly until the
silence was broken "We thought..." "Well, for both of you I think..." "Hope
you both enjoy these..."  "Oh wow, so that's how he got his looks!" The ice
of course was broken..partially...but we'd thought long and hard about this
moment, Mum and I, so as agreed we asked everyone to settle where they
pleased.  Dressed in tight slacks and men's shirt, mum herself looked like
someone you would eye off in the toilets or even go with into the bushes to
have some fun, her little breasts only just visible, the short cropped hair
completed the image...it must have helped to put the visitors at ease.  Mum
began "This is a special occasion isn't it....and after, if anyone feels
like it we've laid on some snacks and things (Mum and I had actually been
rather busy) but first, we have a little surprise for you, here she
motioned to me "Do you want to share with us dear....?"  On cue I sauntered
slowly into the middle of the room, then with a toss of my hair and one
hand provocatively on hip I glanced around, eyes were riveted, no question.
Casually I divested my clothes before a rapt audience, half naked I paused
to toy with my nipples, massaging my breasts and closing my eyes as I did
so and then, pausing for effect, performed a little pirouette - and let my
pants fall around trim ankles.  There was a gasp, before them posed a
willowy youth of great beauty completely naked from the waist up while
below, slender legs were enhanced by the most exquisite stockings we could
find, these were suggestively topped in turn by two lacy garter belts...I
wore no other underwear.  I stood there proud and provocative with penis
erect and pointing at the ceiling.  As rehearsed my mother softly called
"Oh that's lovely darling ....do turn around so we can all ...get a
look...." So I obliged, suggestively running hands up and down my lightly
oiled body as it glistened under soft lamps, then again Mum spoke "Darling,
oh darling...come to mummy pet....there ...my darling".  As I drew close
Mum reached out, slowly her hands settled one upon each buttock, each of
which she fondled and then.....looking around the assembled company, she
bent her head and slowly, fastidiously took the tip of my penis between her
lips, I thrust gently - a motion not lost on the eager observers - and
entered her further, whereupon my mother began to suck me.  I stood rapt
for a minute, as rehearsed Mum broke off then and smiled at our guests
"Sorry, I couldn't resist that...you see I find him just as attractive as
you....and...I suppose you'd like to...do things...with him now...wouldn't
you..?  Well, I can have him any time I like so for this afternoon, if he
doesn't mind of course - why you can do with him what you want...but...you
won't mind if his Mummy watches ..the sport...will you?"  A clearing of
throats, a dry cough and a chorus of "God no" "As much as you like...".

My mother composed herself, settled back on the couch - I noticed her men's
style slacks were unzipped and that her fingers were now busy - and she
began the proceedings with "Well gentlemen, I don't know what you're
waiting for...a lovely naked boy standing there..what's wrong with you
all?"  A couple collided in the surge, a third appeared to hang back...and
a glance told me why...he was staring at Mum and then looking back at
me...as if making up his mind!  Should I continue this story, I wonder
what's going to happen to me and mum though...I might be looking forward to
it mightn't I and who knows..I wonder if I'll be able to see mum
being..that's enough...I'm hard already...having a little feel as I think
about it...a penis, thrusting up into me and then there's mum being...right
in front of me and looking at me as he....oh yess, yessss, so nice!  If you
ask me nicely now, I might just....

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