Date: Thu, 11 Feb 2010 09:25:48 +1100 From: The Pin Subject: The bonding Part 5 The boy was twisting restlessly beneath my hips, I knew he was easily stimulated, in fact it couldn't have been more than 10 minutes since I'd penetrated him yet I knew I had already brought him close to the boil....and I wanted him to last, he was a pretty, delicate looking lad, quite feminine in many ways and I glanced at the expanse of smooth thigh before pausing in my love making...he was still quivering as I ran my hands soothingly over neck and slim shoulders, carefully I kissed the side of his neck..and he shivered. How old was he I wondered? That morning I had been strolling along amid the street stalls - one with piles of second hand books caught my attention and I lingered awhile..unaware at first that I was being observed. Then I had that certainty - someone was watching and with more than a casual interest and there behind the stall was what at first I took to be a young woman. Catching his/her eyes, I watched the blush tinge those cheeks, pretty chestnut hair, greenish eyes and long eye lashes completed it for me. "Hello pretty, I've been admiring your selection here...now I feel perhaps my admiration should be directed elsewhere?" The blush deepened. Hesitantly I elicited a stumbling reply and then I drew him into conversation, his father had been a collector of rare books but so indiscriminate were his habits that Mum and he had organised a sale of some lesser volumes (of lesser rarity, that is). He was minding the stall until Mum relieved him at noon. The boy was enchanting, his fragile beauty perfectly offset by the boisterous gaudy street surrounds and it wasn't long before I had arranged to meet him for lunch. Later, walking beside him, the sway of his hips was utterly captivating....lunch was a joy and after, we were reluctant to break it up. So it was that I found myself strolling along the cliff tops in company with a bubbly, willowy youth who couldn't seem to stop chatting. No, they hadn't been here long, he and Mum packed up after Dad died and moved up here, it was warmer and the heating bills were less. Soon it was apparent that we had left civilisation behind, taking him by the hand I drew him toward me, unresisting he tilted his face...and I kissed him. One thing led to another very quickly, neither had planned anything but...conscious that we stood exposed and out in the open, I whispered my proposition "You mean, up in that big house on the corner - near the top of the hill?" So I took him home. As he undressed I wondered at his reserve....shirt removed, slim torso with jutting nipples stood revealed...now he hesitated but then steeling himself, he unfastened his belt and in a quick movement daintily stepped out of his trousers...there he stood, slender, elegant...and clad in lacy grip top nylons. I gave a low whistle of appreciation as with hand on hip he postured for my appreciation. That had been 10 minutes ago and I proceeded to take him there and then complete with stockings...now I sought to prolong things and I began to quietly chat as I made desultory thrusts...he and his Mum were looking for work, Mum had been in catering and wouldn't mind something similar.....I mulled this over and gradually picked up the pace, soon he was bucking and heaving his slim body, elegant legs wrapped around my waist, arms reached for me beseechingly "Please, kiss me, kiss me...please" and now I began to drive deep, soon the boy was stretched back with arm thrown across his eyes, mouth opening in moans I felt his convulsions begin, the excitement was of course infectious and I began to react, his evident enjoyment and stunning beauty conspired against any hopes I'd had of prolonging the session and just as the first jets of semen spurted from his penis - I lost it. After, I came to a decision, I wasn't going to let this boy go...I'd talk to Mum. Later, that evening I sought out Mum - there she was shuffling things around on a balcony, she hadn't seen me and I paused to admire the sight, she had decided to age gracefully, hair now snow white but figure neat and trim she was in her 70's and walked erect with all the poise of a woman half her age, no disguising the wrinkles around eyes but these were bright and lively. Stealthily I approached and at the last moment, slipped a hand inside her blouse. For a second Mum froze, then brought her hand up to clasp my fingers to her breast. Without a word I let my fingers trace Mum's nipple and felt it harden, next I fondled the still smooth firm outline of her breast then pressed lips to the side of her neck... "You naughty boy, I wouldn't be surprised if you didn't decide to do it to me right here..." As ever, she had read my mind, casually I undid her blouse before unhooking her bra...I still marvel at the neatly formed little breasts jutting pertly into my cupped hands. Mum watches with an amused smile "Your old Mum still excites you does she...what else has Mummy got that you want...I wonder...?" Now Mum's fingers unfastened her belt, with a wriggle she sheds her skirt and then panties, I can only pull her to me and press my mouth to hers. Reaching below, I trace the outline of her slit and insert a casual finger, she's moist, through the sparse hairs I stroke her mound.. "Mum, Mum, God how can you do it to me...you don't even have to do anything...and I'm hot for you..." She giggles and I pick her up, there's a recliner and I lay her on her back, Mum parts her legs wide and draws up her knees - I know those legs will shortly be wrapped around my back, as I enter her I give thanks for her endless sexual energy, then once settled into a steady rhythm I mention that afternoon's encounter's with the fragile boy....she is silent for a while, thinking and then she giggles, almost squeezing me out of her vagina..."Ooops, sorry dear...I wonder, yes....his Mum could be useful, very useful I suppose....but what skills does he have?" I whisper in her ear, it takes a while ...then as I finish "Goodness, that sounds like lots of fun....I suppose...if Mummy can watch....?" Sometime later, much later, Mum and I skilfully bring things to a head...we still gasp like newlyweds as we cum, for the thrill of our love making has never waned....but we are oh, so much more skilled and understanding of each other's needs. Blissfully I snuggle up as Mum rests with her head upon my shoulder, idly I stroke her thigh...secure in the knowledge that in time, one thing will lead to another and that...Mum and I will be at it again....