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Mum and Me Part Two

Mum and Me, Part Two {John Jabbin} {mF Inc Mdom}

jjabbin@yahoo.com

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I plan this series as a slow seduction of a middle-aged

mother by her son. I've gotten tremendous feedback. My

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Mum and Me, Part Two

by John Jabbin

I slipped back in the house around dark, all nice and

quiet. I figured that any spat that Mum might feel for

me touching up her knockers would be done by then. But,

I had given a lot of thought to her and me as I

patrolled the neighborhood and talked to my chaps and

chickies.

In fact, I found myself thinking of little else than

Mum's luscious knobs and how good they had felt in my

hands. But as I talked to the little sluts in the

neighborhood that I was used to flirting with, I

realized that taking this same approach with Mum

wouldn't likely be successful. After all, Mum wasn't

some local tart that might be talked into a quick jump

if she was in the right mood.

The more I thought about it the more I realized that

I'd have to take it slow and easy with her. After all,

I didn't want to scare her off with some silly grab at

her arse that would ruin things for the long haul.

There was probably a lot about gaining the affections

of an older woman that I didn't yet know about, being

only fifteen. The more I thought about it long and

hard, the more I realized I'd have to be patient with

Mum and bring her round slowly.

Unless of course she wanted to jump me as soon as I

walked in the door.

Unfortunately for me, Mum wasn't standing naked at the

door when I got home. Then again, I hadn't really

expected her to be. But the thought did cross my mind

of how lovely that would be!

Mum was in the sitting room, reading a book. She never

was the type to sit and watch the tele absentmindedly,

but I'd often find her crawled up with a steamy romance

novel. She was sitting on the divan, with her legs

tucked up beside her. Best of all, she was still

dressed in the yellow blouse with the knee length black

shorts, but from the way she was sitting, there wasn't

anything yet to see.

"We need to talk, young man," Mum said in her most

solemn voice.

I was expecting this, so even though I took her concern

seriously, I wasn't too worried.

"I know we do, Mum," I said, taking a place beside her

on the divan. "Mind if I go first?"

When she gave me a little nod, I started in with all

I'd thought about to say.

"I just wanted to apologize for getting all grabby on

you before. It wasn't a very nice thing to do,

especially since you'd been so agreeable to me today

and took me shopping with you and even bought the dress

I'd ask you to. So I'd just like to say how sorry I am,

Mum, and that I won't be doing that again too soon."

"Well, all right then," she said all relieved. "I'm

glad we won't be having any more of that."

"I'd like to make it up to you, if I could. Is there

anything you need? Anything I can do for you?"

"Not at the moment, luv, but if you'd like to keep me

company a while, that would be nice."

"I'll tell you what I'd like to do, Mum. How about

giving me your feet and I'll give them a nice rub while

you read your book?"

She put up a bit of resistance at first thinking no

young man would want to be rub her feet, but eventually

I was able to talk her into letting me do it. Mum

leaned back with her feet straight out on the divan and

returned to reading her book. I put her feet in my lap

and began to rub them.

Now I had never really paid much attention to ladies'

feet, but I had noticed that by the end of the day

Mum's feet sometimes hurt her. Especially if she had a

hard day at work or if she had been wearing heels, she

would be very tender-footed around the house in the

evening. The first thing she often did once home was to

kick off her shoes at the doorway.

My thought was, if Mum didn't want me grabbing any

other part of her, I'd start with whatever part I could

lay my hands on.

From the very beginning this new tact seemed a great

success. I propped both feet along my thighs and rubbed

them softly with my hands, being careful not to tickle

her toes. I started hearing moans and thank you's right

away. Maybe they weren't the sort of moans a horny

young man really wants to hear, but there was something

wonderful about making Mum moan at all that made me

feel warm all over.

So I started really enjoying this, too. I kicked my own

shoes off and let her lay out nice and easy with her

feet resting in my lap. I took one foot up at a time

and inspected it.

Now I don't know anything about ladies' feet, but I

could tell that Mum's were in terrible shape. There

was dry skin and calluses around the outside near her

toes and especially along her heels. I suppose the best

place to start in getting dear old Mum in shape was at

the bottom, with her feet.

I excused myself a moment and came back with some skin

lotion and began to rub a generous amount on her right

foot, concentrating on the portions of dry skin at her

heels and along her toes. Mum practically began to purr

and I soothed her feet, running the slick, creamy

lotion over her arches and on her soles and starting to

work it into her most dry and tender places.

"That feels heavenly, John," Mum murmured softly. "You

really don't mind rubbing my feet?"

"Not at all, Mum. It's sort of fun, seeing a part of

you up close I'd never given much thought to before."

She began wiggling her toes and stretching the ankles,

moving both feet at a time. Now, for the one in both my

hands, that really wasn't a problem. I was holding it

up and using my thumbs to make deep soothing circles on

the soles and to rub the thicker pads around her heel.

But the foot that was in my lap was another matter. It

wasn't so much that anything of hers was really

touching anything of mine other than my leg, but Mum's

foot was so close to my prick that it was maddening.

Almost at once, as soon as she started wiggling her

toes around, I got an instant and enormous erection.

The more I rubbed, the more Mum's other foot wiggled

and the harder I got. Then I had a wonderfully wicked

idea. Picking up her left foot, I set the right foot

that I had been rubbing directly down on my fat

erection.

Mum froze and I felt her get very rigid. I just started

rubbing the left foot and slathering on the lotion to

it as though nothing was about. Even so, even though I

was trying to ignore it completely, the weight of Mum's

foot on my chubbie felt remarkably good.

Mum set her book aside and watched me massaging her

foot. At least, that's what she was pretending to do,

just like I was pretending to be rubbing her left foot.

In reality, we both were concentrating on her naked

little foot that was lying on top of my hard prick.

Still she hadn't moved it. It was maddening how she

left it there so motionless, the warm sole of her foot

pressed the entire length of my prick. I wanted to grab

hold and rub myself with it, wanted to thrust my cock

against it until I added my own special lotion between

her toes.

But I didn't do that. I wanted to wait Mum out, to see

what she would do. What I did do though was to get a

gander at her rocky hard nipples, though.

Now that she had laid her book aside, they were there

in all their glory, shining like two beacons on a dark

night: Mum's flinty-hard nipples. I'd never seen a more

lovely sight! I had felt up every girl in the

neighborhood that would allow it, but I had never seen

two hard nubbins press against a shirt so

distinctively.

"So, Mum, do you like having your feet rubbed?" I

asked, just to get her talking. The answer was obvious

in her quickened breathing and the flush upon her face.

"Yes, dear. It feels very nice to have them done."

"It looks like you need to have them taken care of

often. Would you like me to do this for you every

night?"

Maybe it was just my imagination. Or maybe just my

fondest wish. In any case, I thought I felt just a

little extra pressure from Mum's foot against me,

pressing down, rubbing her foot along my prick so

gradually that it might have been missed otherwise.

"You actually like rubbing my feet, John?" Mum almost

whispered as though half-afraid I might say, 'no.'

"Why sure, Mum. You have sexy feet."

Again, the slightest extra pressure when I said that

'sexy' word. It even felt involuntary, as though Mum's

foot had a mind of it's own and that mind was filled

with thoughts of my hard cock.

"Don't be daft, John. I'm sure there's nothing about my

feet that's sexy."

"Maybe not to you, but they are to me."

If she'd only rub me harder, I'd show her just how sexy

I thought they were, I thought. Please Mum, rub your

boy a little harder with your sexy toes.

"Why in the world would my feet be sexy to you? They're

just feet, and not particularly attractive ones."

"I'll grant you that they could use some attention,

Mum. I'll be sure and take good care of them from now

on. But, I wouldn't say they're not attractive. You've

got nice small feet and I certainly like your toes."

I felt a definite nudge that time. Mum pretended that

she was stretching a bit, and perhaps she was. She'd

been sitting very still for quite some time. Even so,

when she scooted over just a bit, her foot definitely

gave my stiff prick an extra rub.

Mum's tits were really pointy now. And all along the

outside, I could see a fainter, lighter ring. Just

looking at her meaty nipples made me hungry.

"Would you like your calves massaged a bit, Mum?"

"Yes, John, please do."

I picked up Mum's right foot, the one that had been

resting on my cock and held her two pretty feet

together. Then, very carefully, I set them both down

together on either side of my stiff prick, with the

effect of nuzzling it between them.

Then, stretching forward, I began to slide my hands

down the undersides of Mum's bare legs, massaging the

muscles of her lower calves. Of course, this had the

effect of rocking Mum's feet back and forth

rhythmically on my lap.

Oh god, that really felt good along my soft trousers.

Sure, everything was covered and hidden, but the

friction was divine. Mum even curled her toes and

arched her ankles a tad straighter to fit around me

more snugly.

"We really shouldn't do this, John," Mum whispered

throatily.

I thought she'd back away. I was looking her straight

in the eyes. They were like warm pools soaking in our

naughty action. I held her legs firmly with the thought

of preventing her escaping. Even so, she made no effort

to withdraw her feet.

"Shouldn't do what, Mum? I shouldn't rub your feet and

calves?"

"No, son. That's not what I mean."

I kept rubbing Mum's calves and my erection with her

feet at the same time. It wasn't a lot of stimulation

on my prick, not nearly as much as I use on myself, but

it was such a vulgar thing to do that I was getting

more and more excited all the time.

"What do you mean then, Mum? That's really all that's

happening here."

Then a really wonderful thing began to happen. Mum lay

back again and closed her eyes and started actually

flexing her feet around me gently. She was bending her

knees slightly and then straightening them out, with

the effect of drawing those gorgeous feet ever so

slightly against my hard slab of cock between her toes.

"Yes, son. That's all that's happening. Rub my feet,

John. It feels so lovely."

"Oh yes, Mum, really lovely!"

Harder and harder I rubbed Mum's calves and Mum's feet

rubbed my cock. Then the pretext of the leg rub was

momentarily abandoned. Now she was more actively

rubbing me off with her feet. I leaned back more and

more until I was gripping just the tops in my hand and

was for all extent and purposes jacking my cock off on

her feet.

Back and forth I rubbed, it felt amazing. From heel to

toe I rubbed, it felt glorious. I could see Mum's hard

nipples jiggling now, rubbing the insides of that

yellow blouse. I longed to suck them into my mouth and

nip the tips gently with my teeth. I longed to spread

these pretty legs and crawl up and lick Mum's splendid

cunt.

Just thinking about Mum's cunt got me that much closer.

She was licking her lips and we were both breathing

faster. Sliding down even further, I gripped her arches

and thrust my pelvis up and began to shoot great globs

of hot, sticky cum into my trousers.

Oh god, if it felt this grand still dressed up I don't

know if I could stand it in her cunny. Her toes and the

balls of her feet urged me on. As they began to press

into the ever-expanding patch of wetness, she began to

wiggle her toes more, causing more grunts and

convulsions from her son.

When I had shot all I could, I held Mum's feet still on

me. As I leaned back to catch my breath, Mum slowly

pulled her feet back further on the divan and off my

lap.

When I had recovered somewhat, I tried to catch her

eye, but I could tell that what we had done embarrassed

Mum tremendously.

"Maybe you better go get cleaned up for dinner, John,"

she said without looking at me, picking up her book and

pretending to get back to reading it. "It's been a long

day. Why don't you go take a shower?"

"You're right, Mum. It's been a hard day, but a very

good one."

As I rose and began to walk upstairs, I turned to see

Mum curled up on the divan. She looked to be reading

her book as though nothing had happened. I would have

almost thought it so, except to see one hand gently

squeezing compulsively on her nipples.