Date: Wed, 3 Mar 2010 15:30:11 +1100 From: The Pin Subject: The bonding Part 7 We had a problem, it hadn't taken long for all parties to work out that a standard employer/employee relationship would be impossible to achieve in the circumstances, and there had been other developments. For example it transpired that the intimate relations I'd enjoyed with my mother over the years were by no means unique...Mum and I had been visiting the two in their fairly cramped but comfortable apartment, somehow the conversation had turned to erotic art, there was the ex-husband's book collection and thoughtfully our hostess rose and selected a volume to illustrate a particular point and there it was the Emperor Nero depicted in flagrante with his mother Agrippina, what I found striking was the fact that in parting her garment, he revealed two small rounded breasts and in fact overall her figure closely resembled Mum's. I confined myself to the comment "She's lovely isn't she...I know someone just like her but...hope no one would confuse me with the overweight character who's groping her?" There was a titter all round and Mum gently slapped my face "Terrible boy, but I bet they had lots of fun." as the pages turned, we began to have an idea of the sort of fun they had, Mum had moved closer and as my interest grew I slipped a hand under her mohair jumper and discreetly began fondling a breast. Then I noticed, my delightful young boyfriend, he too stood leaning against his mother but in his case he had a hand thrust beneath her skirt. This was VERY interesting, I said nothing but divided my attention between the erotic images and what I was doing to Mum's breast....looking up I noticed it, both women looked slightly flushed and neither showed any sign of discouraging the attention they were getting. As we stood there, it became obvious that all concerned were steadily becoming more and more aroused, Mum broke the silence "Darling, could you move to the other one, this one's getting sore?" Our hostess made the decision and glancing at Mum said "I think.....perhaps we can take a little break, aren't we lucky...to have two such affectionate boys? We can go through here if you like...yes, I think the bed is wide enough...provided no one gets too excited of course!" Mum's response was "My dear, I'm afraid my days of wildly thrashing around are a thing of memory, nowadays I tend to quietly lie back and let him enjoy me...not that I mind the attention of course, I'm very fortunate there, he doesn't need to do much before his old mother gets turned on, do you darling? That's it, you're nice and hard for Mummy, come here darling, closer ... there now, Mmmmm.." Elderly or not, it was a lovely turn on to have Mum sink to her knees and take me in her mouth, snow haired old lady she might be but she'd lost none of her skill - or enthusiasm - then before she had a chance to seize up I helped her to her feet again. The thing about undressing Mum was, I never took it for granted, it was always a privilege, from that first button to the moment that I began to ease panties down over her thighs I was aware that she was conferring upon me the sweetest privilege a boy can experience, to be a "Mother fucker" - which is in fact the highest accolade of all. That this lovely, frail yet fascinating woman should receive me between her loins, countless times over the years...was still - overwhelming, and as always I felt humbled when she manifest her arousal, a finger between her thighs...and...it came away glistening, avid I inserted more fingers, Mum whispered in my ear "That's lovely darling, but wouldn't you like to come in to Mummy properly, the others are waiting...." and so they were, the voluptuous redhead lay there smiling with her son's chestnut curls spread upon her thighs, so depositing Mum to one side I eased in beside her, it was cramped and I was struck by the thought "What if....in the confusion..." then realised it wouldn't matter in the slightest, no one present would ever object if another hand accidentally fondled, or whatever! I must say, it was very - intimate - first off, we had the two sons avidly pleasuring their mothers...and then there was the fact that no one could really do anything without accidentally involving someone else, of necessity we had to take things slowly and this became extremely satisfying. As I sank into Mum and felt her legs wrap around my waist I could sense the gentle thrusts as the youngster took his own mother, he looked at me and smiled...and we exchanged a lingering kiss, then both steadily worked away between the womens' legs. At some stage the sex became audible, our mothers were by now very wet indeed and you could hear the results, Mum tittered and expressed the thought "At my age! How undignified, or was that you dear - or perhaps both of us? Yummy though...but darling, you can do it faster if you like, wouldn't it be nice, if we could keep pace sort of...yes, you've got Mummy terribly randy dear." I had half an eye on Mum still, experiencing the turn on her nakedness gave me, the rest of my attention focused upon a boy's luscious buttocks and his mother's glorious figure, then Mum suggested it "Mmmm, this IS rather special, I think so anyway....I'm feeling randy too and rather naughty...does anyone ...want to change over, no fuss...." The boy hesitated then made up his mind "Mum's the only woman I've been with....I like doing it with men mostly, so if you don't mind, I may not be very experienced but I can try? If you don't mind that is?" Mum wriggled her hips as I pulled out, smiling she said nothing but pulled the boy to her as I eased over and into his own mother, I heard Mum continue "There now darling, let an old lady show you some things? You can practice them on your Mummy after can't you now?" There was no doubt about it, once the last gasps had subsided and breathing assumed some sort of regularity, meditatively Mum came out with it. "That arrangement we had in mind, it will never work will it....after all this, I mean we can't even keep our hands off one another - by the looks of it, so I think it's back to the drawing board really. There's no way that we'll be able to make it work - neither of us could ever regard you as...well, the hired help." There was a silence, I felt the boy's hand shyly entwine with my penis, then it was his turn. "Mum, you know how I like, being with him...and I know you like him allot, you've said so, and that you and his Mum...well I know you've both been doing..stuff together, lots of it....well perhaps they should advertise for someone else? I mean we can get by you know...but I like this..." He trailed away...and other views came out, all at once and it seemed that there was consensus, we all liked things the way they were, I noticed hands indiscriminately fondle and caress while delightfully, a young boy began sucking my penis, as his mother tolerantly looked on. It was Mum who clinched it, looking from me to the redhead. "You two, I think you should get married" No one seemed to find any fault with this proposal.