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Mum and Me - 1
by John Jabbin (jjabbin@yahoo.com)
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One day it dawn me; why was I always I thinking for
fresh cunt away from home when there was a perfectly
good cunt right here at home being unused? 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)
***
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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...
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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.
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