Date: Thu, 1 Jul 2010 17:00:23 +1000 From: The Pin Subject: The Bonding Part 10 Waking some time during the night I found myself still wrapped in Mum's arms, one leg crossed over hers...and with an insistent erection - Mum always had this effect on me so ever so cautiously trying not to wake her I began to masturbate. Mum's nakedness acted as the perfect stimulus too, gently I held her against me as my hand moved, in the gloom her fine boned features relaxed in sleep, she looked years younger. The truth is, I've never got used to doing it with Mum, I've never taken it for granted you see, always, right from the first I recognised what a tremendous privilege it was to have her spread her legs and allow me entry and as a woman, I still considered her sensational...so it was no real surprise when I heard the sleepy mumble "It's alright darling, you can come in if you like...only...I'll need something...not ready yet..." However, rather than use some lubricant on Mum I decided to persevere since after all I had no objection to having a good feel beforehand. On impulse, I thought "why not?" and decided, I'd treat her as if she were a teen on our first date, with hands grasping her waist I tentatively nuzzled her ear, then planting gentle kisses progressed to her lips, there I inserted my tongue and for a while we enjoyed the interplay. Feelings of tenderness came over me and hands now either side of her head I caressed her, fingers rubbed soft hair then traced fine boned features as I gazed at her in wonderment...this lovely dignified woman would let me do anything I wished, I knew that. Time to check, a hand lowered and cupped a breast then fingered its nipple...hard and pointy but I still lingered to feel the soft swelling and as I did so, Mum's hand covered mine as I fondled her, again we kissed, lingering and by now I was insistent as Mum well knew "I think darling, it's about right...down there now....want to try?" I certainly did but one thing remained, I'd always had this thing about Mum, when doing it with her I liked being able to see, it was still a thrill to watch what I was doing to my Mother and she knew and accepted it - for her part she probably got just as much turned on by watching her son take his pleasure of her, I hoped so. With a click I turned on the bedside light, there beneath me, elegant, slender and naked lay my Mother, slowly she raised arms above her head pulling those breasts taut and smooth and coolly smiling, parted legs in invitation "Oh Mum, you're gorgeous, God you're lovely, just look, how well we fit..we're made for each other aren't we?" As I sank into her, it was true, Mum fitted like a glove and then as her muscles exercised I groaned as I gently thrust, this was special, we'd have a wonderful slow quiet one, forbidden or not I didn't care all I knew was that doing this to my Mother was bliss and as her arms lowered to caress my back I felt I was in heaven. Ruminatively she murmured "We've had so much practice together haven't we darling? It still feels so sexy, beautiful...and to have my own little boy doing it...that's extra fun, oh yes....and we do fit each other perfectly too..." At some stage we both experienced deep languid orgasms, the ones that take over and then gently go on and on and before I knew it, with Mum's arms around me once more and my fingers between her thighs, I was asleep, deeply content and secure in the knowledge of a Mother's love. Later, I found that my wife hadn't been neglected, her teenage son had proved exceedingly attentive and she arrived at breakfast hollow eyed and with shaky hands, I probably looked not much better - we grinned sheepishly at one another then both turned to regard Mum with amazement, cool and collected she helped herself to coffee. Then I noticed something, my young stepson, slightly the worse for wear but...the way he was glancing at Mum, I could tell he was thinking certain thoughts, ah well. The household was quiet for several days, well relatively so...a visit from our friend the Bishop intervened and at some stage he vanished into the Library to emerge an hour or so later, slightly flushed but otherwise beaming and seemingly content. That afternoon relaxing in the heat of the day, I had my stepson beneath me, eyes closed and knuckles clenching while above him I methodically set about exploring his depths, it is always fascinating to prop yourself up at full stretch then observe the way your penis sinks into a tight pair of buttocks, I like to penetrate him to the full and try to imagine how far inside him the tip has reached, withdrawing and plunging in again to repeat the process makes this highly enjoyable and of course by now, he was an accomplished lover. As I felt his anal muscles clamp and unclench I was somehow reminded of Mum...she too enjoyed occasional anal sex, as did his own mother, and each felt different, I reckoned that blindfolded I'd still be able to tell which of the three I was embedded in....God I was lucky. Meanwhile, my partner at last came out with it...and not unexpectedly "Um, well...you know, how would you feel if...well what do you think she'd say if...no this isn't right...your Mum...would you mind if...I asked her nicely if we could.....well, do things...I mean you do it with MY Mum but....would she be upset? Would you mind if I asked her...it would be something really special for me...?" Swiftly I put the lovely boy out of his misery, still relishing what we were doing I took time to reassure him "Of course it would be something special, she IS special, just like your Mum but...it's important to let them know how you think and if you do it right, I think she'll be very pleased and well, it's certainly worth a try and as for me...I'm not going to be upset, after all...look what you're letting me do to you?" That evening, writhing slowly with my wife, I mentioned the conversation and paused for her reply "Well, darling, as a family...we couldn't be much closer now...could we...but let's try this again...the way you were doing it to him, Oooh! Steady....that's better...yesss...God its gone up a long way, don't pull back too far yet, let me get used to you - It's not my little boy you're doing this to now! How - do you like it, am I as nice as him, will I do, what do you think now, quick or...I'll cross my legs!" Amazingly, I realised that my wife...was tighter than her son...back there....Wow! Indeed! And I nuzzled a shoulder as I told her so.