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(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 TWO 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. Continued in part 3... 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