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