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


Over the next several days I made it a habit for Mum 
to see me naked at least several times every day. The 
door to my room became permanently open and I timed 
the moments of my undress to the times when she would 
be coming to and leaving from her room. That way she 
would have to walk right by my bedroom door.

On Tuesday morning as Mum was walking by, I called out 
to her, "Have you seen my black trousers, Mum?"

'They're hanging in your closet, John. I put them 
there on Sunday."

"Well, I still can't find them. Could you come and 
show me where you put them?"

Mum stepped into my room. At first she seemed 
completely exasperated about my nudity and I could see 
her debate whether to turn and flee, then I saw her 
resolutely decide to just ignore my lack of dress. She 
turned away from me and went to my closet where she 
went right to my trousers and started to pull them 
from the rack.

Of course I moved up behind her and was committed to 
keeping her from quickly slipping out the door again. 
She wasn't dressed provocatively in her blue quilted 
house-robe, but the thought of being naked with Mum in 
such a confined space had my cock stiff in front of 
me.

"I'd like to arrange my closet so that it's easier to 
find things, Mum," I told her as I stepped right up 
behind her and took the trousers from her. 

"See I'd like to put all my shirts on one side," I 
said, crowding her in and letting the head of my prick 
brush her robe ever so lightly. "The trousers I could 
put in the middle and my weekend clothes on the other 
end."

"Well, your a big boy now, John," Mum said flustered, 
knowing that if she turned around she'd probably get 
poked in the front by my stiffness. "Organize it 
however you want."

"You're the best, Mum," I said, giving her a big hug 
from behind. Mum practically jumped into the closet 
headfirst when she felt my hard cock press into her 
robe-covered arse.

But I knew there wasn't time to mess with her this 
morning. We both had to get ready, her for work and me 
for school. So after a brief yet pleasant rub, I let 
her go and turned away and threw the trousers on my 
bed and started to step into my briefs.

While pretending to ignore her, I still continued to 
watch Mum out of the corner of my eye. It was 
gratifying to know that even though she did beat a 
hasty retreat to the door, she still paused to turn 
around and watched as I took my time to bend over and 
pull up my underwear. By the time that I turned around 
to put on my trousers she was gone.

I threw on a shirt and my school shoes and rushed over 
to see if I could catch Mum getting dressed for work.

As I opened her door and stepped in, I caught her in 
her bra and panties in front of her closet trying to 
pick out a frock to wear. Typical Mum, really. Often 
she'd take forever to get ready because she couldn't 
quite make up her mind what to wear.

"Wear the red dress we bought this weekend, that ought 
to make your day interesting!" I said breaking into 
her contemplation and startling her.

"John, you simply must learn to knock," she replied, 
pulling out a dress at random and holding it in front 
of her to partially cover herself a little more.

As I crossed her room, I tsk'ed at her. "Not that old 
thing, Mum. You've worn that frock a hundred times and 
it does little for you. Wear your pretty new red 
dress. You look lovely in it."

I took away the dress she was holding up in front of 
herself and turned to her closet and drew out her new 
red dress. Holding it in front of her in the same way, 
I stepped back a little and admired it.

"Yes, this is just the thing. Wear it today, Mum. 
It'll be beautiful."

"Okay John, don't go on about it. I've paid enough for 
it already, I suppose I have to wear it someday."

I crossed over to Mum's dresser as she took the dress 
off the hanger and started to put it on.

"Wait Mum, you can't wear that red dress with those 
plain white bra and panties. Don't you have a red set 
I've seen in the wash a time or two," I said as I 
opened the dresser drawer she kept her underwear in.

"Get out of there, young man. It's not polite to go 
through a woman's things," Mum said, exasperated once 
more.

"Here they are," I said holding up the pair of red 
panties and bra I had remembered. "Why is it not 
polite? It's just scrapes of cotton and lace. You go 
through my drawers when you wash my clothes and put 
them away, don't you?"

"That's not the same, John. I'm not rummaging through 
your things, I'm helping..."

"That's all I'm doing now, Mum," I said stepping 
closer. "See, these match the dress and you just have 
to wear them together." As quickly as I could manage I 
stepped behind her and began to unhook her bra.

"I can dress myself, John," Mum said, trying to 
struggle away.

Just as her bra came unsnapped I snaked my left arm 
around her waist and pulled her closer. "Nonsense, 
Mum. Here I'll close my eyes if it will make you feel 
better. Come on now, we're going to be running late if 
you don't get a move on it. You're dawdling about."

She sighed, a bit put off, but Mum wasn't the type to 
make a big fuss and stamp her feet. When I stepped 
back and didn't crowd her, she held the white bra on 
with one hand as she pulled the straps off her arms 
with the other. Then, with her back to me, she swapped 
them quickly, so quickly that I might not have even 
gotten a glimpse from the front, much less from behind 
her where I stood. Still, I wasn't trying to peak at 
her so much as just get her used to me being around as 
she got dressed.

I did step forward though and helped her to get the 
straps straightened and to hook the red bra behind her 
back. I found that I was really enjoying the aspect of 
dressing Mum. I decided I wanted to make a daily habit 
of this ritual if I could help it.

"Turn around, young man," Mum said more determinedly. 
"I simply will not have you gawking at me as I change 
these panties."

I decided that since she was being a sport about it 
that I'd go ahead and for the sake of family harmony 
turn around. Still, I couldn't help but let a bit of 
humor enter my voice when I told her, "Okay, but 
you're taking all the fun out of it. I was hoping to 
get a good look at your arse this morning."

That got a giggle from her and I even felt her lean 
against me a bit as she stepped into her red panties. 
I was sorely tempted to turn around and catch her in 
my arms with them down, but I let the temptation pass.

Unfortunately, as a reward for being a gentleman, by 
the time I turned around the red dress was falling 
over her hips and I didn't even get a chance to see 
Mum in her matching red bra and panties. My cock had 
so wanted to have that image burned into my brain and 
I let out an involuntary groan, which for some reason 
seemed to please Mum.

As she stood there with an impish look on her face, 
smoothing out the folds of her pretty new dress, she 
looked marvelous. I couldn't help but step forward and 
scoop her into my arms and hug her tight.

"You look positively delicious in this frock, Mum. 
You'll be turning heads in this thing all day. Promise 
me you'll come home to me and not run off with the 
first man that wants to make love to you."

Mum laughed off my comments as she pushed away and 
went to retrieve a pair of red flats that matched the 
dress. I went back to her dresser as she did and 
retrieved a pair of stockings for her. It was a lovely 
sign of her acceptance that she didn't even fuss about 
it when I handed them to her.

And this time she hardly turned away when she bend 
down to slide the stockings on her leg. I saw her 
little foot go into the toe and she only turned a bit 
sideways as she ran them up her sleek leg. As she 
snugged them up high, I got a glimpse of the pale, 
lovely expanse of my mother's beautiful thigh. As much 
as I was trying to control my response, my cock was 
hard by the time she was putting the second stocking 
on.

I knelt down in front of Mum and, as she sat back onto 
her bed, I rubbed each foot just a bit right before I 
slipped first one flat and then the other onto her 
feet.

"Tonight when you come home I'll rub your feet again," 
I told her as I rubbed her calves before standing up. 

Mum's eyes rolled back in her head a bit at the 
sensation of a man rubbing her legs through her 
stockings. As I stood up, my hands slid up to the back 
of her knees and I gave them a light, gentle caress 
before I was done.

As I held a hand out to help Mum off her bed, I 
couldn't help but notice that she was staring at the 
obvious bulge in my trousers. Even so, I was 
disappointed that she didn't rub herself against it 
when she kissed me on the cheek to thank me for 
helping her get ready for work.

All day at school I thought of Mum in her sexy red 
frock. I thought of her full, pale breasts encased in 
her red bra all day long and of the round flank of her 
arse covered by soft red cotton as well. It was all I 
could do to not walk around with a huge boner all day 
long.

In fact, thinking of Mum all day, I was very 
distracted around my mates and the little girls that 
liked to hang around us at school. I found myself 
comparing these girls and their young, thin bodies to 
the fuller, more mature body of Mum. I'd played touch-
and-feel with a few of these girls, but today at least 
my mind was on Mum and getting my hands on her.

It's funny that girls seemed to sense a boy's 
distraction. The less attention that I paid to some of 
them the more interested in me they became.

But the day couldn't pass quickly enough for me. It 
felt like forever until the final bell rang and I was 
able to scoot home in a hurry. By the time that Mum 
got home I had my homework all done, dinner half-ready 
and a glass of wine poured for her by the time she 
stepped in the door.

"Here ya go, Mum," I said as I handed her the wine and 
pulled out her chair at the kitchen table for her to 
sit in. "How was work today for my favorite gal?"

Mum groaned and began to go on about how terrible her 
day was. She sounded like she just needed to blow off 
steam, so as she vented, I pulled up her foot into my 
lap and, after pulling off her shoes, began rubbing 
her stocking feet.

"Umm, that feels delightful, son. I feel like I've 
been on my feet all day. Thank you so much for rubbing 
them."

After I had started on the other one, I asked her, 
"Would it feel better if we pulled off your 
stockings?"

"It might, but ... wait John, let me do it!"

"Just relax, Mum. I saw you put them on this morning. 
I can figure how they come off."

With my hands up Mum's skirt, I found the top of the 
stocking to her right leg and slowly started to ease 
it down. I made sure to caress the soft tender flesh 
of the inside of her thigh as I was there. What amazed 
me most was how warm it was up under Mum's skirt.

Then, with my hand on her bare right foot, I kneaded 
the arch and sole of her foot directly. Mum moaned a 
sigh of relief and slumped even deeper in her chair 
and closed her eyes to relax.

In the removal of her stocking, Mum's skirt had gotten 
pushed up about a third of the way between her knee 
and her hip. The whole time I was rubbing her foot and 
calf, I was looking at the smooth, soft skin of Mum's 
pale thigh. I really wanted to push that skirt up even 
further, but even more I wanted to keep touching her 
and not scare her away this time.

So, after a discreet enough time, I leaned forward and 
began to pull the stocking off of her left leg. Mum 
kept her eyes closed, but even so, I was very 
gentlemanly about not using the opportunity as just an 
excuse to feel her up.

That's not to say that in the course of reaching up 
her skirt and taking off the stocking I didn't get a 
lot of exciting touches of Mum's skin, especially 
since the stocking was already off of the other leg. 
The whole way up, the back of my hand was brushing her 
naked right thigh. Then, when my fingers curled around 
the top of the remaining stocking, there was the 
inside of her warm left thigh. Just that intimate 
touch would have made me rigid if I weren't so hard 
already.

And this time I made sure that the skirt came to rest 
even higher up. In fact, from where I sat I could see 
just the hint of red panty underneath enclosing the 
cheeks of her bottom. While I rubbed her foot, I 
stared mesmerized by that small strip of red.

Until, so aroused I could hardly think straight, I 
reached forward to tug the skirt up even a little 
further. Mum's eyes fluttered just a bit when I did so 
and her hand reached forward to swat at mine casually, 
but by then I had pulled it up even further. 

Now, as I continued to massage her feet, I could see 
quite a bit of the lovely pair of panties I had picked 
out for Mum just this morning. They were almost the 
same color as the skirt, except that they were a 
little lighter color, just a shade more pink.

Except for one part. As I went back and forth between 
one foot and the other, I spread Mum's legs apart ever 
so slightly. There, in the slim, soft space between 
her legs, the material of her panties was slightly 
darker.

As I continued to rub her feet and legs, that 
discoloration grew deeper and darker. As I rubbed her 
calves and upward to her knees, not only did it seem 
darker, but there was also a lovely fragrance in the 
air. I knew enough about women to know that the 
wonderful aroma was the smell of my mother's cunt.

"That's enough, John," Mum suddenly said when my 
fingers started to massage her thighs just below her 
knee. "Thank you for rubbing my feet, darling. That 
felt grand."

Mum kissed my cheek and rushed upstairs so quickly 
that I knew something was up. I knew what I usually 
did when I rushed upstairs so quickly. After a short 
time, I slowly eased upstairs, being careful not to 
step on the one squeaky stair.

At Mum's door I listened carefully and heard soft 
moaning. Slowly I turned the knob and cracked the door 
open, thanking the foresight I had exhibited a few 
days ago to oil all of the hinges on the doors 
upstairs.

Through a small crack in the door I was able to see 
Mum stretched out on her bed, still dressed in her 
sexy red dress. Her legs were spread wide and though I 
couldn't see them, it looked as though her hand was 
moving very quickly inside her beautiful red panties. 

I watched, mesmerized, as Mum tossed herself off. I 
wondered what she was thinking as she rubbed her 
clitoris so desperately. I was thinking about 
loosening my own pants and beating off with her when, 
of a sudden, Mum's thighs came together and her bum 
came up off the bed and she was moaning out her 
orgasm. 

God, she was beautiful cuming like that. My mouth was 
watering, wanting to be between those squeezing thighs 
as my tongue lapped at Mum's leaking cunt. It was over 
so quick, though, and then the moment had passed. Very 
quietly I closed the door and slipped off to the 
bathroom to masturbate to the sight burned on my mind 
of Mum jilling off on her bed in that sexy red dress.