Date: Sat, 27 Feb 2010 16:03:47 +1100 From: The Pin 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.