Mum and Me {John Jabbin} {mF Inc Mdom}
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I plan this series as a slow, gentle seduction of a 
middle-aged mother by her son. If you're interested in 
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Mum and Me - Part One
by John Jabbin


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 said, 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 here?" 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, 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.



THE END - PART ONE


Author's Note: If you're interested in more chapters 
in this story, please tell me at either of the e-mail 
addresses listed on the head. You'll get a private, 
personal reply in return. And I'm always like to know 
just where my readers think the story ought to go.

~John
