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Mum hadn't had a man about the house since Dad buggered off five years ago. I'm sure she had to be nice and horny by now, even though she never invited any man to share her bed. She wasn't a bad looking slice of pie, either. It was a shame to let her best years go to waste. I'd really be doing her a favor by becoming her steady supply of cock even though I was only 15 and her son. (mdom/F, inc, teen/adult, d/s) *** Author Note: Feedback is the only price that most authors that post to ASSM ask. If you want to read more, you ought to pay the price by letting me know you liked this perverse tale. Writers need feedback in order to become better writers. If you don't let us know what you like, don't complain that there are no good stories. Any comments, bad or good, are welcome. Write me at the e- mail address above. If you're a minor, don't read this. If it's illegal in your country to be in possession of stories about sex, please destroy all copies of this work. Practice safe sex reading please. *** PART ONE I began to actively think about taking my mother when I was fifteen years old. I was a horny bugger at that age, just like every boy, but unlike other chaps my age, my thoughts turned to dominating submissive girls. I had cornered some of the neighborhood sluts for quick little trysts, fingering their juicy cunts and forcing them on their knees to suck my dick, but my mind always turned to my need for a regular supply of steady pussy. That's really what a growing perverted boy like me needed. So early one Saturday morning, after spending some time thinking about this persistent dilemma, I went downstairs to break my fast and decide what deviousness I could do all day. Mum had me a nice plate of goodies and I sat to eat my sausage and toast and all the while I did she washed and cleaned about the kitchen. She was wearing a full-length satin nightgown that was anything but provocative to all but the horniest of teenagers, which I just so happen to be. As I sat and ate, contemplating my constant need for sexual attention, her ass swayed gently back and forth, going about her household duties. It was like waving a red flag at a bull. Until eventually it dawn on even my thick skull, why am I thinking so hard about how to get fresh cunt away from home, when there's a perfectly good cunt right here being unused? Mum hadn't had a man about the house since Dad buggered off five or six years ago. I'm sure she had to be nice and horny herself by now, even though she never invited any beau to share her bed. She wasn't a bad looking slice of pie, either. It was a shame to let her best years go to waste. I'd really be doing her a favor by becoming her steady supply of cock. And Mum was a submissive little gal, too. She never gave me orders anymore. We had an easy style between us since I liked things nice and neat. I wasn't yet out hanging with the chaps each night since they all had to be in bed at certain times. Occasionally I was out late sniffing at some cunt, but at my age they all had to be in even earlier than the boys. So there was never much friction around our flat. She had done the very best she could since Dad bugged out. She made a decent wage and dawdled over me as much as I allowed. Even so, there was always a tinge of sadness to her life. Mum was lonely, of that I was sure. So wasn't it about time, as the only man in her life, to put an end to that? I was really just doing my duty to dear old Mum, when I thought about it that way. Plus, it'd be nice to have a steady flow of snatch about the house. So, walking up behind her at the sink, I put my arms about her waist and hugged her short little body back against me. "So, what's my favorite girl to do today? Any wild exciting things on tap?" "Nothing but the regular weekend chores. Why? You have something you need to run and do?" "Oh, I don't know," I whispered with my chin on her shoulder near her ear. "I was thinking I need to spend more time with you. We haven't done anything fun in quite some time. Isn't there anything wild you'd like to do, Mum? "Middle aged mothers don't do wild things, luv. There's too much work to be done for that." "But just this once, Mum, let's do something fun together. I want to see you let your hair down a bit." Whether she could feel my boner pressing into her arse, I don't know. The nightgown wasn't all that thick I could tell from my hands at her waist. Still, I wasn't exactly grinding it into her ... yet! "Well, I do have to buy myself another dress for work. I had one go completely out on me this week and I have to bite the bullet and get another. We could go shopping together if that's your idea of fun." "I don't know, Mum. That's almost too much excitement than I could stand. I'm only fifteen. Do they allow sons my age into the bawdier dress shops? "Don't be silly, boy. I have to buy my dresses off the rack at a department store. I can't afford dress shop dresses on our budget." "Well that's a shame, Mum, because you deserve to be all styled up if anybody does. Maybe I will go with you just to help you pick out something flashy that all the men would love." "You're welcome to come, John, but I won't be buying anything 'flashy' for my work. I just need a nice, sensible frock." "Let's go then," I said, giving Mum a swat on her bum. "And don't forget to wear clean knickers like you're always telling me." Mum threw me a puzzled look over her shoulder, but scuttled off to her bedroom to change, apparently happy with a little male attention for a change. All during the trip to the store I bantered with her back and forth, schmoozing my Mum just like I might a fresh bird off the street. As we went along, she got more and more gay, enjoying herself and our companionship. I thought to myself again how lonely she must be that just a little more attention from her boy could make her feel so nice. Now women's fashion at a department store is a fascinating place for a fifteen-year-old boy. Ladies garments and underwear as far as the eye could see. And tagging along with my mum, I actually had the right to touch and feel everything we passed. I quickly decided that this wasn't half bad, being with a crowd of women as they thought about changing clothes and what they would wear. For the most part, I was ignored. Seeing I was attended to by one of their own, most of the ladies let me be. One big arsed flirt actually held up a dress before her massive bosoms and glanced at me to ask my opinion. When I held my nose to show my disapproval of the dreadful frock, she laughed and put it back and continued shopping. But when I wasn't flirting with tarty old whores, I was concentrating on finding Mum something sharp to wear. She was picking out a dumpy old dress, but I was able to see what sizes she wore from the things that she considered. She went to try a few things on and while she was gone, I looked on a few of the nicer racks. I found a red sexy number that was a bit lower cut in the front and a little tighter around the hips than she would normally wear. Still, it was in her size and not much more than the three she had picked out for herself. She came back out, shaking her head. "I'm just not sure. Which one of these two do you like best, John?" she asked, holding up the two least hideous of her three. "I like this one," I countered, holding up the red one I'd picked out. "What have you got there?" she questioned looking at the size and style and finally checking out the price. "That's nice, dear, but not practical and way too expensive." "Come on now, Mum. I've come all this way, at least try on the one I've picked for you before you toss it aside. If you like it, I promise to not eat anything more until we've saved enough to pay for it. Just try it on and see if we both like it." I bullied her until she had agreed and tried to wait patiently until she finished. When she did come out, I was quite pleased. It wasn't the sexiest dress in the world, but it was a damn sight better than her other two and better still than anything in her wardrobe. As she stood in front of the looking glass, I took a fresh appraising gander at my gal. Mum was a short, strawberry blonde that was just now going from slender to pleasingly curvaceous. She was fine the way she was, but in a few more years at this rate she'd be just short and dumpy. Like most lonely folks, she ate too much and didn't get enough exercise. Mum was letting herself go through inattention. Lucky for her, she had a son that was ready to address the situation. "Now that's a better look," I said glowingly coming up behind her. Putting my hands possessively on her hips and turning her a little this way and that, I said, "Now the men at work and on the way will sit up and take notice of a lady in a dress like that. But see here, it's still very professional. It's a very sexy look without crossing the line into being a tart." "Jonathan!" Mother remonstrated me, though she never took her eyes off her figure in the glass. "It's nice, but I just think it's a bit much." "Oh come on, Mum! It's perfect, is what it is. Please, you have to get it, if nothing else as a favor to me." "It's just too... provocative," she finally intimated, her hands fluttering around her neckline and bosom. Reaching over her shoulder, I spread the collar to show even a bit more skin and whispered in her ear, "That provocative look is what I like about it. I have a sexy young Mum and I want everyone to know it." "Jonathan!" Mum embarrassingly looked around to see if anyone could have heard me. But, the really telling thing was that, not seeing anyone, she pushed back against me ever so softly. If I hadn't been trying to anticipate her reaction, I would have missed it altogether. That's the sign that confirmed to me that my mother would eventually be willing. The sweet pressure as she leaned against me told me that all I had to do was be patient with her. "Buy the dress, Mum," I whispered seductively in her ear. "Make your man very happy." "My man?" she repeated, her eyes widening as she stared at our reflection in the glass. "Why sure, Mum. Except when you start wearing a sexy frock like that they'll be plenty of blokes want to take you off my hands. But until they do, you'll be my gal. Won't you, dear? And I'd really love my gal to buy herself this frock." "Well, if a simple dress can make a young man go daft over his old mum, maybe it has some promise. I guess I can stretch our budget just a little." "Great, Mum! Now let's get you changed and let's go home. I can't wait to be off with my gal." Mum quickly changed and paid for her new red frock with only a minimum of grumbling over the cost. We rushed home like two teenagers on the flirt and for at least half of us it was true. The other half only felt that way for the first time in a while. It was getting well past noon and we were both hungry again, so I offered to help Mum make us a little meal together in the kitchen. We both decided on something light, just a bit of soup and salad, so as I got the salads ready, she fixed up the other. Before we started, Mum had changed into a pair of almost knee length shorts and a light yellow button down blouse. I was a little disappointed that she hadn't worn the dress, but it was a bit much to think of us piddling around the kitchen in her sexy new frock. There'd be time enough for that very soon. Besides, the yellow blouse had possibilities if she had only not worn her standard issue brassiere. The top was so light and thin that it would be quite interesting if I could only talk her out of the undergarment. "You look all nice and comfy," I told her while coming up and cuddling her from behind. "But I would have thought you'd want to be a bit more comfortable on your days off." "What do you mean?" she questioned. "You look lovely, don't get me wrong, I'd just think you'd be more at ease if you didn't have to be all trussed up around the flat," I explained while reaching up and giving her brassiere a little pop by pulling it away from the back. "Oh my, John! In this thin top? I'm sure you wouldn't want to see your old mum parade herself around like that." "I'm sure I wouldn't mind at all, since even though you are my mum you're not THAT old. But no matter what, I'd be willing to do a bit of suffering for your comfort, 'old mum!'" "I might not mind being a bit more comfortable if I thought you would behave and not be gawking at me. But for all that you like to act so grown up, Jonathan, you're still just fifteen years old." "So how am I suppose to act more mature if you never give me the chance. Relax yourself and see that I won't be gawking at you. Well, not much anyway. No more than any man of any age might notice a beautiful woman about the house." "Oh my, but you're laying it on thick today!" "And well I should. I've only got one, Old Mum, and I haven't been paying her enough attention as of late. I'm out to rectify that. Do you mind a little more attention from your son?" "No, I can't say that I mind it, son. You're growing up to be a handsome lad and you've certainly got a tongue of gold in your sweet mouth. There's not many girls who'll be turning away your attentions either now or in the future. Even so, we have to keep a bit of perspective here, you know." "That's all I'm trying to do by getting you to loosen up a bit, luv. Just trying to get a little 'perspective.'" "See, there's that cheeky 'tongue of gold,' I meant." We both went back to fixing foods and soon we were nearing being done together. As we set the plates and food on the table, Mum excused herself and I finished up with drinks and such. When she came back and set herself down, much to the delight of my wandering eye, she had left her brassiere behind. As we had agreed, I didn't say a word about the transformation, though I certainly stole a few glimpses to appreciate the view. Mum's breasts were well bigger than a handful and even though there was a touch of sag, they still were lovely to behold. In particular, her nipples seemed big and lovely and every time she caught me glimpsing they seemed to get a little bigger. We ate our meal and chatted about this and that. Mostly I was respectable and looked her in the eye. Every now and then, and mostly uncontrollably, they slipped a little lower. Still in all, I could tell that Mum was almost beginning to regret her bravery. And, there was the fact that I didn't want to seem as eager as I was. So I told Mum there was a bit of running round in the neighborhood I needed to do and wondered if she could fend for herself for the afternoon. Just like a silly girl, she went immediately from being worried that I was giving her too much attention to being worried that I hadn't given her yet enough. She got a disappointed look to her face, but try as she could, she couldn't think of any reason for me to stay. So I finished up my food and excused myself and bent down to give the old girl a peck on the head before I left. As I did, I wrapped my mitts around in front and, hefting mother's charming tits in either hand, gave both warm nipples a gentle squeeze. As she gasped in shock as I whispered in her ear, "And thanks for the lovely perspective on these beauties!" As I scrambled out the door, she had just gathered herself to begin shouting. Still in all, I'll always remember the warm flush that went over her and the way her nipples hardened wonderfully in my hands. Continued in part 2... More stories by this author available at: /files/Authors/Jabbin/ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life in any way, shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of the scenarios in this story should seriously consider seeking professional help. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 80