Date: Sat, 13 Jun 2015 15:26:26 +1000 From: Lawrence Bradman Subject: The Opportunist Part 12 The Opportunist Part 12 Next morning I woke to the feel of two warm, firm bodies pressed against me, I'd slept solidly and so I supposed had the other two...a look at my watch told me it was near noon....would my parents be worried yet? I thought not, meanwhile my morning hard on was rampant and pressing against...here I had to think...it was Tristram facing me, awake too and with a finger to his lips he gently rolled over presenting his arse to me. I got the message and quietly began to fuck him, he was still slippery inside, meanwhile his mum slept on...our stealth made for a long slow, relaxed one, intimate and enjoyable, every now and again I'd nuzzle the nape of his neck then kiss his exposed shoulder, Tristram lay with his eyes closed and had his teeth slightly bared - I knew he'd be savouring each slow thrust. Suddenly I felt a hand on my hip, his mum had woken "You two are SO naughty....but I want to watch" she drew the bed clothes back and settled comfortably, head propped up "you do make a lovely couple...such a big boy Harry but you're so gentle with Tristram" I felt movement behind and guessed, she was masturbating....I reached behind feeling for her groin and yes, without thinking I stroked her busy hand and was rewarded with an "Oh Harry!". Tristram came all of a sudden, I waited until his breathing steadied then pulled out, turning over I now faced his mum, she was still busy at herself but I managed to get her on to her back, from there it was easy, parting her legs I lifted them back pushing them down as I did so...her passage was exposed, it looked inflamed and I asked "Do you want me to...may be sore?" She muttered "Tristram took you, so can I, but gently let me use a bit more of this, a graceful arm reached to the bedside table and now her hole glistened......Tristram watched intently while I sodomised his mother "Nice isn't it mum..I know how you're feeling, it's like we are sharing him, isn't it?" as he affectionately stroked her cheek. It was late afternoon before I got back home, Isolde drove with me in the front and Tristram in the back seat. On arrival she walked to the door with me, I opened it and called out "Mum, Dad, I'm back...with Tristram's mum" It was my mother that appeared and after brief introductions Isolde made apologies in case I was late "No, not at all, no problem" Mother said and I noticed her glance at the car, anticipating her query I cut in "Oh, that's Tristram's sister, he had a football match to play..." and lowering my voice I added "she's VERY shy!" then "What a lovely girl..." was all she said. When Isolde had gone, mum looked at me slightly dazed and asked "His mother...do you know if she danced..ballet?" Here I was more comfortable "Yes, she said she did...yes, it was ballet." Mother muttered "Thought so, it had to be her, didn't know she'd retired to these parts - good Lord!" So it dawned on me..I'd been buggering a celebrity all weekend - and her son too and all I could think was "Yummy!" So I kept quiet for the next few days, not from choice but because of my penis, it looked and felt as if I'd got it sunburnt....while at school I noticed that Tristram seemed to be walking strangely. Trouble was, I really wanted to kiss and cuddle him because by then I knew that with the exception of his boyish mum and her neat little arse, I'd never really be interested in girls. Already I was looking forward to the weekend... It took about four days for my prick to recover and then the skin peeled off - much as it would with sunburn, meanwhile I kept an eye on Tristram at school, there was no disguising his pretty looks of course but in all other respects he must have made an huge effort to appear "normal", for example I knew his natural inclination was to sway his hips as he walked and his gestures really were "limp wristed". It was an effort for me too because of the way his face lit up when he saw me - all I wanted was to get him alone somewhere. Friday came and with it the news that Tristram's mum had once more issued an invitation (to my relief), my own mum was impressed, by now she'd let slip to her friends that she'd met "Isolde - you know, the ballet dancer!" but I think she was suspicious because having caught a glimpse of Tristram's 'sister' in their car she almost managed to put two and two together "Now be careful Harry, she's a VERY pretty girl that sister of his - how old is she by the way?" "Um they're twins mum, 14". She wasn't reassured "OK then off you go and like I said, just be careful darling!". Actually, Isolde came and collected me - no sign of Tristram, enigmatically she muttered "surprise Harry, be patient" and cheerfully she waved to my mum as we moved off. Still no sign of Tristram the other end.. she opened their door and there at the end of the hall stood this little beauty. He was in heels this time and wore a mini skirt with fish net stockings, it was topped with a blouse that opened in a deeply revealing 'V' but it was the makeup, wow was it skilful, nothing overstated but as a whole, the outfit was sensational, he could have resembled a teenage hooker but restraint had prevailed. I felt my breathing go all funny, Isolde watched me, amused then said "I'll leave you two lovebirds for a while but later - we have a date, OK Harry?" I smiled gratefully. Tristram stood waiting then with a provocative swing of his hips came to meet me, placing his arms around my neck and presenting his lips for a kiss. "Darling, I've missed you..you know, I've nearly cum at school just looking at you.." He blushed prettily and simpered "I bet it was mum you were thinking of...." I knew he was teasing and reached behind to lift his skirt...no panties, wow what a feel, satin smooth buttocks to be caressed...Tristram whispered, "Give me finger Harry, like they do with real girls....." obligingly I parted his cheeks, there was his tight little hole, already lubricated so pressing him to me we kissed, as my finger slowly slid in and out. "God Tristram, at last...let's do this for a bit longer, you're a wet dream come true...how do you want us to do it......?" He thought for a while and I felt his buttocks thrust back and forth with my finger movements "Put me on my back please Harry and then, then I'll have you facing me as you do it to me..." Carefully I lifted my little lover and carried him up the stairs and glancing down, I saw lips parted in a smile and provocatively, a pink tongue waggled suggestively..."But first Harry....I want to suck you, properly....then you can put it in me..OK?" I couldn't reach his bedroom fast enough.