Date: Wed, 30 Dec 2009 15:25:52 +1100 From: The Pin Subject: One in the crowd Part 2 Well, there we were with his mum very much in control of the situation (or so it seemed, though what she actually felt is anyone's guess...). Things appeared to have resolved themselves in our favour, in part at least - though the truth is that neither of us was then old or mature enough to cope with the cross examination we were getting. Probably as well though since she probably felt we were too naive to dissemble...one thing that did emerge was the news that my little love was NOT 18...he was a 16 year old and hence the intense maternal interest in his wellbeing..."what was he doing in that Pub?" I asked myself and as if reading my mind I saw him blush. This put the whole thing on very delicate ground....female age of consent pegged at 16, male's were deemed fit at 18...oh dear, oh dear. Noting my dismay her face softened....and she went on, not unkindly "You are both very vulnerable people in our society, legally there are...certain sanctions that could be brought to bear and then of course, there are things called "standards", these are used by foolish ignorant people to apply against whatever it is they don't understand, to make life difficult for those are "different". You two...are sitting ducks. Now, what I could do is...kick him out of here, make him continue his studies and withdraw financial support to all but the minimum required of me. By doing that I'll simply be making two people miserable while exposing my son to possible undesirable influences. So, you two can stay BUT, use your common sense, I can't protect you, nor should I since from now on you will both be finding your feet for yourselves. How you handle it is up to you" and getting up she gave her son a peck on the cheek...and hurried out of the flat. Shaken we sat there in silence, until unable to resist I went over and sat beside him "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry...I thought if I hung around a nice Pub like that...I'd meet someone...nice..and I DID, I DID! Now you know how old I am, you won't want to have anything to do with me...and it serves me right...but you never asked me how old I was...I would have told you, I think...I don't know...it's all falling down...and you'll be late for work (inconsequentially). Work wasn't a problem in this instance and I asked if I could use his 'phone, I had left that dreadful Book Shop in Charing Cross Road and was now at He and I Records and I was talking to my boss....with him I knew it was safe to describe events and sure enough I got a sympathetic hearing. I'd be in before lunch and until then, well "do whatever it takes" he said meaningfully. So, reflectively I took in the situation, although now red eyed this was one delicious little blond bundle on that couch, he was one of those honey blonds, not the pale platinum variety but lushly attractive. I needed no prompting to perch beside him and turning his face to me, began to kiss those damp lashes, the sniffing eased and his arms came up, rich lips opened as I pulled him closer and our mouths pressed together.... "Will you be OK when I leave?" I asked "Only if, if, you know..." and grasping my hand he drew it his buttocks where he pressed it into his cleft "If you can leave me with...something...inside...you know what I mean..." and he lay back. It was a delight to undress the boy, fabulously erect he sprang up as his trousers eased downward over plump lush thighs, not so much a slender boy he radiated luxurious healthy sex, I couldn't resist it and took his penis in my mouth there to savour the smooth texture, intent on this I only broke off when his hips began their involuntary thrusts, I had a special goal in mind of course and here he assisted, raising up and twisting his buttocks I was able to thoroughly and methodically lubricate him, the glistening cleft between parted mounds said it all as for good measure I employed greased fingers deep within and he squirmed and squealed all thought of upset forgotten. Now it was no nonsense, matter of factly I took him as he bent over to clasp his ankles, thrusting deep, I needed to put earlier events out of his mind so concentrated on giving him an orgasm to remember at least until evening. It was extremely erotic standing with hands on lush hips as with swinging golden locks he rebounded to my love making, time being short I reached round and began masturbating him, this quickly brought him to the boil and as he came, as is usual with me his excitement tipped me over the edge also. Now I had to leave, the one thing that would settle him was the firm promise of my return that evening...and so it was. Weeks passed, he was adorable, attentive...but there was something lacking, he was lonely, we didn't know any other people like us.... Pressed, the rest of it eventually came out..it was all about "ownership", we couldn't go out together...not properly like other couples....he was my boy but he wanted to be able to show it....and he knew this could mean trouble....one Saturday afternoon it came to a head in Barker's department store in Kensington High Street, in the lingerie section. He so much wanted to buy something, something that he knew would turn me on....but didn't dare..and all the accumulated tensions boiled over for next I knew I was comforting a sobbing boy. And oh horror, we had an audience, hurrying toward us were an exquisite leggy brunette...and my boss from He and I Records.....I went numb. Mutual recognition clued me up and I examined the brunette carefully, she was very beautiful..but a 6th sense told me all was not as it seemed, anyway before I knew what was happening my little darling was whisked away to the change rooms, and I was left to confront my boss. "They'll be ok..he'll take care of him" (and here my ears pricked up) "Not been together that long have you? That 'phone call you made..." "Yes, he's the one....I don't know much about this...he's lonely and wants to please so much...and I didn't realise how young he was, it must be very difficult for him, it's all new and we have to be so careful" He was definitely managerial material I thought, tough and hard, but....he's somehow managed to attract that elfin vision...here we were interrupted "Off you go you two, give us half an hour will you please?" I noted how his face softened when he looked at this slim brunette and taking me by the arm led me toward the coffee shop, there we chatted about this and that until interrupted by parcels dumped on the table. How things had changed, my little blond was radiant.....the elfin one smugly satisfied and his partner - proudly doting. Finishing our coffee, it was the leggy brunette who suggested it..."our place is just round the corner..come round and we'll talk some more....we had to work things through too you know, didn't we darling?" and here lips were offered. Unhesitatingly the two exchanged a kiss....there was one more surprise in store, descending the basement steps my little lover burst out "You've got one of Mum's places....I decorated this one for her!"