Perverts 'R' Us

His Mother's Nylons

By The Purvv and fpatrick ( m/F, teen, cons, inc-mother/son, oral, solo )

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Part 1

Amanda sat in her office and reflected. It was strange that her life was reaching new heights at the same time that it was hitting new lows.

The 35-year-old executive had just been promoted to Senior Vice President of her prestigious firm. It was the result of over ten years of hard work and long hours. She sacrificed her marriage and her social life to get to this point. This was something that she had been almost obsessed to obtain. Moreover, she achieved it on merit. Being the hottest looking girl in the firm, she probably could have used her looks and body to help in advancing to her goal but she refused. She earned every promotion along the way to the top.

She was exhilarated from the promotion but so down with what was happening in her life. It had been eight years since the divorce and not once during that time did she have a sexual relationship with anyone.

For sure, she could have had just about any guy in the firm and indeed on those few occasions that she permitted herself the luxury of a dinner date it was always obvious that she could have her date in bed within a hairbreadth. Afraid any relationship would interfere with her ambition she fought off all of her sexual urges over the years.

She stood up and walked to the full-length mirror that she had on the door and looked at herself. No, she hadn't changed much over these last ten years, she thought. She was still slim and beautiful, and although she now wore a business suit, her figure and her ability to dress made her look extremely provocative in her high heels. Moreover, her sheer dark brown panty hose accentuated her tremendously shaped legs.

She smiled at herself in the mirror. Most girls would die for such a well-shaped figure, yet Amanda was sad and apprehensive.

There was something that was eating at her. Only this morning when seeing her 15-year-old son walking around the house in his shorts she once again started getting those funny feelings that had recently begun when she was around the boy. She was afraid. She knew what was happening to her but she didn't know what to do about it. She was actually having sexual urges around her son.

Worse yet, she was almost sure that Tim was fantasizing about her. There were enough little strange occurrences that told her this. There were those missing pantyhose that mysteriously reappeared a day or two after she discovered them missing. That happened a few times. In addition, the boy's furtive glances at her body when he thought she wasn't paying attention confirmed her belief. Her problem, which she admitted only to herself, was that she often felt herself becoming warm when she realized that her son was looking at her.

She shook herself out of her stupor. The firm's two partners were taking her to lunch to celebrate her promotion. It would last about three hours, she imagined. They'd wine and dine her and she'd head home early.

Part 2

Tim was lying in his bed looking at the magazine, holding it open with one hand while his other hand squeezed his jeans over his inflamed cock. It was only a few weeks ago that he discovered his incredible attraction for lingerie and women with nylons, and this was a magazine that specialized in these types of pictures.

The front door slammed and he heard his mother's footsteps. She was home from work earlier than usual. If she followed her usual routine, she would stop in by him before advancing to her own room. Panicky, he closed the magazine and gathered up the others. As she was advancing, he had turned and started shoving them under his pillow. Then he turned back onto his back and as she approached his door he realized his hard-on was sticking up in his pants. As she turned the handle, he grabbed the cushion that was by his side and covered his crotch.

She opened the door and he saw that familiar wide smile that his 35-year-old mother reserved for him. He didn't notice that she was slightly under the weather from her liquid lunch.

"Hi sweetheart," she said. "How was your day?"

He forced a nervous smile and watched her approach. As usual she was wearing an executive-styled beige suit over the dark brown pantyhose, which Tim always seemed to notice. She still had on her heels, which seemed to give her an exciting walk. He was proud of his mom. When she didn't notice he often stole glances at her beautiful legs and figure.

She first sat on the side of the bed alongside him, and bent to kiss him on the cheek. Then she let out a sigh of relief at being home and able to wind down, and turned and dropped her body facedown alongside of her son. Her head dropped onto his pillow and Tim immediately tensed. His heart began beating fast and he thought of the magazines. 'God I hope she doesn't feel them under the pillow,' he thought. She had closed her eyes restfully.

He sat up to the side edge of the bed, about waist level to his mom. He turned and looked at her lying there and he enjoyed the sight of her perfect calves and ankles under the dark brown nylon of her pantyhose. His concentration was on his mother's legs. His cock was hurting in his jeans.

Suddenly her voice and words snapped him out of his trance. "Tim - - what's this?" she asked, and to his horror he saw her bringing the magazines out from under the pillow.

"I, I...just got them from a friend," he stammered.

"Well, let's have a look."

And while she was turning the pages he didn't know what to do or what to say. He feared her reaction but she surprised him. She didn't make any negative comment or holler. In fact, she began to leaf through one of the magazines as he held his breath. After a few minutes in the heavy silenced room he noticed that she was smoothly and gently moving her ass and legs, and as she continued doing so it caused the bottom of her skirt to begin sliding up on her thighs. He couldn't help but notice the rustling sound of the nylon material between her legs.

Before she had leafed through half of a magazine, she had stopped moving. When finally Tim dared look at his mother, he noticed that she had apparently fallen asleep. She looked so exciting to him.

He contemplated getting up and leaving her to sleep but her attraction was too much for him. The end of the day was quickly bringing in the darkness of the night. There was no light on in Tim's room, which was becoming dim. He stayed there silently with his eyes running over her. Occasionally he had to put his hand down on his inflamed cock to push it down to the side from its upright position. His inside pants were wet. The vision of her lovely buttocks, shaped by the skirt and the back of her slender legs, was terribly strong. And she was apparently sound asleep.

Tim slid off the bed and stood, still watching his exciting looking mom. He walked around to the bottom of the bed to get a better look. He knew that this wasn't right to do but he couldn't help himself. His mother's shape and beauty excited him.

From the end of the bed, he bent down and peered silently between her parted calves, trying to peek up under the skirt, but it was too dark. All he could see was the pale color of the bottom pantyhose. His cock twitched in his jeans as he enjoyed the intoxicating mix of her flesh along with that wonderful nylon aroma that he had gotten to enjoy so much. Even to the point where he would sneak into her room when she wasn't home and find her nylons. The aroma itself was cause for his arousal.

He watched excitedly, his eyes running up and down her legs and buttocks. His breathing was somewhat forced and his legs were trembling. He looked attentively at the thin nylon material, which enhanced the perfect shape of his mother's legs. He wanted so badly to touch and rub the pantyhose. He looked up, making sure that Amanda was still sleeping soundly.

Finally, he couldn't take his inner excitement anymore. Tentatively he reached out a shaking hand to his mother's ankle. When she didn't react, he put his other hand down, and when she still didn't move he gently grabbed hold of it. Emboldened now by her non-response, he gently pulled her leg over, spreading it away from her other leg. This smooth movement caused her skirt to inch up further, the upper part of her thighs revealing the dark strip of the hose, which covered her white lace panties.

Tim was on fire now. He needed relief badly. He nervously pulled down the zipper of his jeans and took out his throbbing cock. In the silence of the semi-darkened room he began jacking off; trying not to make any noise that may awaken his mother.

His excitement was too much now. There wasn't even a semblance of a rational thought in his head any more. As his hand was moving faster upon his swollen cock, he wanted to do more. She was still sound asleep. He moved his face closer to her body. His heart was pounding in his chest. He couldn't refrain from kissing and licking the nyloned legs facing him.

Still pulling on his flesh he moved quietly onto the bed between her parted legs, and, when she didn't move, he began crawling slowly between them, up her thighs, his face just hovering above, almost touching her as he moved up. His nostrils were becoming flared from her aroma and he was now smelling her protected crotch.

With his shaking free hand he began to lift the skirt up her waist, revealing her ass cheeks and the thin strip of the panties, protected by the brown voile of the hose. With quiet determination, he shoved his face into the crack of the cheeks, deeply breathing the soft fragrance...

His body was about to erupt. The aroma in his nostrils and mouth, which was buried in the lusciousness of the panty-hosed bottom, caused him to finally lose control. He knelt up straight and began a fierce and powerful up and down movement on his cock. Then he started cumming. The first shot of sperm landed on her thigh and he kept pulling and groaning. He uptilted his squirting pecker and let loose with a second heavy load onto her ass. He beat his meat frantically as he released all of his pent-up juices onto his sleeping mother's body.

When he was finally totally spent he eased down off of the bed. He stood fascinated by the sight of the wide creamy trails of cum laying and oozing down on her slender silky nyloned legs and buttocks. As he started to come to his senses he reflected on what had just happened. He felt somewhat ashamed yet he knew that if he ever got another such opportunity that he would do it again. That was the most exciting thing that he had ever done in his life. Besides, he thought, he didn't hurt anyone. He loved her so much. It was so nice to smell her body with the pantyhose.

As he begun to calm down he quietly got up on the bed again. This time he edged himself down to where he was laying with his head alongside of her hip. Once positioned he reached a hand out to feel the cum, his cum, on her upper nyloned thighs. He wanted to rub it into her but his was afraid that she might awaken. He satisfied himself to just put his hand on her with a glob of cum beneath.

Tim breathed in the air and in the semi-darkness he could smell his mother. He closed his eyes.

Part 3

Amanda woke a couple of hours later in the total darkness of the room. She slowly got her mental bearings, remembering where she was, recalling coming home and lying down to talk to Tim. She had fallen asleep. She could feel her son, quietly sleeping at her side, his hand under her skirt softly resting on her thigh.

Raising only the upper portion of her body, she reached up and switched on the dim light of his lamp. Resting on one elbow, she looked down at her son. He was sleeping soundly. She started to become more aware of where she was and she recognized the heat from his hand on her thigh. All of her pent-up feelings were starting to build up in her body.

As wrong as she knew that it was she allowed her mind to concentrate on Tim's hand and her crotch actually began to feel a glow of heat flow through it. Her eyes accustomed themselves to the dimness of the room and looked down toward her son. She could see that he was still dressed in his t-shirt and jeans. Concentrating further she was fascinated. Amanda could actually see a huge male bulge under his jeans.

'Oh my god,' she thought. 'These feelings are so wrong.' Yet she couldn't deny that she had them. Moreover, she had thought about Tim enough recently and watched him enough to know that he too had feelings for her. But how much, she wondered? Could it be simply a fantasy for him; and if she tried to advance it what would be his reaction? Revulsion? Fear? Loathing?

Amanda was frightened. Yet, as she lay there she knew what she was contemplating was inevitable. She knew that if she didn't do something now, she would at another time. She had these feelings for her son that she couldn't explain to herself and she just had to find out if Tim's curiosity about her was as strong as she suspected.

As impossible as this would have been for her to believe of herself, her aroused feelings became her guiding force. She reached down and slid her hand to the bulge in the boy's jeans. Her mind was exploding in fear and excitement. She squeezed it gently and was totally entranced at how good it felt to her to feel his strength. There was no turning back for her anymore because all rational thinking had fled by the wayside with her aroused passions.

Amanda allowed her free hand to move down her own body over her nylons and onto her hot pussy. She began rubbing herself as her other hand encompassed Tim's cock. She could feel her sex melting under her fingers. Her body was starting to rotate under her hand. Her excitement was building. She moved her hand so that it hurriedly slipped under the waistband of her pantyhose. When her fingers reached the slit, she spread the lips and inserted two fingers within her pulsating cunt. At the same time that she gently pushed her fingers in and out of her moist pussy, her other hand was unconsciously squeezing and releasing the bulge in her son's jeans. As her hips began to magically respond to her thoughts and touch she pushed a third finger within her twat. Then spasms were grabbing her and she began to climax to her touch. She moved about silently as the pleasures overtook her and she continued to move her hips until the excitement in her body began to subside.

Suddenly her manipulations on his cock began to arouse him to awake. He groaned and Amanda panicked. She pulled her hand off of him and almost in the same movement she jumped off the bed. Now that she had cum and her head started to think more rationally she was too scared to continue. As he stirred to consciousness, she silently slipped out of the room.

As Tim awoke, he saw his mom slip out the door. He felt the total wetness in his jeans and realized that his cock was like a rock. As his head cleared he began to remember. He had been asleep but something in his head recalled that something had been continuously squeezing and squeezing on his cock. The truth came to him with a shock and his heart pounded at the thought. It was only a suspicion but somehow he knew the truth.

At about the same time Amanda was studying the pantyhose that she just had a hard time pulling down off her legs because they stuck to her. She then saw the stains. At first unable to comprehend she began to replay the night. The alcohol, the lying in Tim's bed, the magazines with the lingerie that apparently turned her son on, her falling asleep while he was in the room, and his hand on her thigh when she awoke. She thought back of her son's secret ogling of her, the missing pantyhose and now this. Realization was upon her. Her son had shot his sperm on her. At first she was taken aback, but as she thought of it further, a smile crossed her face.

It was as they both lay in their own beds that mother and son knew that their fantasies would be realized.

Amanda was so excited at the idea that she started to imagine different scenarios that would arouse her son. Now that she was completely aware of his interest for nylon and lingerie, she decided that that was the way to entice him to break the ice.

The following day she went out on a mini-shopping spree on her lunch hour, buying different pairs of sheer stockings and short black leather skirts...

Part 4

That Saturday she informed Tim that she was going out for dinner with a guy from her office. He was disappointed that she wouldn't be home for the night but he was also happy that she was getting out. He knew that she rarely got any outside enjoyment.

About seven o'clock she was seemingly starting to get ready for the dinner.

Tim was downstairs in the kitchen when he heard Amanda call down to him. He walked out to the bottom of the stairs and suddenly caught his breath. His mother was standing up at the top and he was immediately aware that she was in an ultra short skirt. His eyes swept quickly over her black stockings and he felt his crotch stir. The nylons gave off a very exciting light café color that so delicately outlined the shape of her exciting looking legs.

"I need you to hold the ladder for me. I left my McGuffin in the attic and I want to try to find it for tonight." The attic could only be reached with the ladder and even then only half of one's upper body could reach into it.

As he started running up the stairs his eyes followed his mother's long legs in the nylons as she walked toward the upper entranceway. Each of her movements caused her short skirt to swirl about on her thighs, revealing the dark tight strip of nylon, the secret border to heaven. Then he was alongside her. Amanda turned to the ladder and began moving up while Tim reached over and grabbed it. After the third step up he was able to hold both sides in his hands as she moved toward the top, four steps up.

Tim's face was beneath her ass and with the short skirt that she was wearing he could see the entire length of her legs ensconced in the stockings that he was so captivated with. Holding the ladder he had a marvelous sight, right up to her crotch. His cock was as hard as a rock. His heart was pounding fiercely because he was so close to his fantasy and he wildly thought of doing things that he knew that he shouldn't dare. He wanted so badly to just push his face into her but he was sure that she would kill him. Yet he allowed his face to come as close to her as possible without touching so that he could pick up the aroma in his nostrils.

Amanda could feel the heat of her son's breathing upon her legs and she was more than alert and aroused at the game she was playing. She was pretending to shift different things about in the attic when suddenly she gave the appearance of losing her balance. As she started to fall, Tim grabbed at his mother's legs to steady her. In the process, she turned completely around so that she was facing him.

Feeling the warm, wonderful shape of her legs through the thin material, his cock twitched. Almost unable to control himself he moved his face closer to her and smelled the intoxicating natural odor of her body inside of the nylon.

No longer able to resist, Tim slowly began to stroke Amanda's legs; gently up and down, moving slowly up to her thighs. She tried to pretend not to notice but her body couldn't help but to instinctively move around beneath his stroking and her muscles were tensing. Her body was betraying her lust, she could no longer resist; she had to give in to the desires of her son.

Nervously she sat back on the ladder and slowly spread her thighs. Tim's eyes bugged at the sight of his mother's exciting crotch inches from his mouth. He looked up at her face and suddenly knew the truth. She was as hot and as lusty as he was. Her eyes were glassy and her lips were quivering. With a trembling hand she reached down between her legs and pushed aside the leg of her panties.

A squirt of precum drained into Tim's pants as he saw the lips and hair on his mother's cunt. She was almost presenting it to him. His mouth was dry. All of his past fantasies were being offered as a reality. As Amanda held herself open to him with her free hand she reached to the back of her son's head and clasped it with her hand, urging him to bring his mouth into her crotch. As he eagerly obeyed she began to wildly stroke his hair. As her son's lips touched her pussy Amanda moaned and moved her hand away and that also went to the back of his head.

"Yes honey...taste mom, I'm yours...if...if you want me...?"

Tim, while kneading her nyloned thighs, put aside the panty and began to lick her entire pussy, which by then was drenched. His temples were throbbing from the excitement. He pushed in his mouth, hearing his mother groan mournfully, as he tasted every part of her delicious pussy lips and vagina, darting his tongue into each fold as she pushed outward into his face. The aroma permeating his nostrils was awesome.

Both mother and son were out of control with lust now. He pulled his face back slightly and inserted his thumbs between her pussy lips and spread open her cunt.

"Nnnnnggggggg." A soft lengthy moan seemed to rise from within her throat and fill the air.

She was mentally into it now and she helped by spreading apart her silky thighs for him. He wanted to see everything of hers and he now had her entire sex totally exposed to his sight. His couldn't believe his eyes, looking at the large pink, humid and throbbing hole facing him, framed by her slender nyloned legs.

Unable to stand it any longer, Amanda now wanted her son inside her. She pushed him gently back and suddenly, Tim understood. With his guidance they slipped together to the floor. Both mother and son, wild with lust, wanted this first time together badly. She reached down and began to push her panties down her legs with a rush. Upon seeing what his hot mother was doing Tim unbuckled his belt and eagerly pushed his jeans and shorts down, hurriedly kicking them away with his ankles.

Amanda didn't discard her panties. She held them in her outstretched left hand while her right hand was wrapping around Tim's back and he knowingly moved between his mother's legs. She spread herself to cradle him and he reached down and grabbed her legs. His eyes stayed transfixed on her pink fully moistened pussy as he pushed her legs down to her shoulders.

She was totally opened up to him. He was now satisfied with her position; her beautiful face between her nyloned legs encouraging him to do whatever he wanted. He could see her distended pucky asshole beneath the ajar lips of her pussy. He felt as if he was being presented with a beautiful birthday cake and didn't know where to start.

Totally inflamed at the sight he lowered his head down toward her by now sopping wet pussy. As he neared his goal the aroma filled his nostrils, mouth and head. His throat emitted a groan as he plunged into his mother's goodness.

He began to lick, smell and tenderly bite every part...

"Nnnnngggg, oooo Tim nnnn Timmy ooooohhh," she muttered as she twisted and moaned her excitement. She was immediately building up to the same height of pleasure that she was at only moments before. Her pussy was pumping up into Tim's thirsty mouth. His hands were around the outside of her legs and the nylon at her thighs squeezed around his ears and neck.

Amanda was bucking up with urgency as tremendous sensations rolled inside her frantic body. Somehow the boy knew enough to switch his body's position. With his hungry mouth still buried in his mother's delicious pussy he turned upside down and moved over her into a classic '69 position.

Seeing her son's inflamed youthfully smooth cock at her face, while her body exploded with pleasures, Amanda engulfed it. Each of them were then hungrily licking and sucking their most secret parts and their ecstatic pleasures were their driving force.

Tim felt the heat starting to build in his crotch and sensed that if this continued that he would be cumming into his mother's mouth. That's not what he wanted now; maybe some other time. Now he wanted to cum inside her, the way grown-ups do. It was something that he had dreamed about doing.

He pulled his torso back, drawing his throbbing cock from his mother's vacuuming mouth. Shifting about once more he hurriedly switched his position and brought his body down between her spread legs, still encased in the nyloned stockings. Once he was there she raised her knees on either side of the boy. Her breathing was heavier than she could ever remember. She felt that she might not be able to catch her breath from this excitement.

He pushed his cock toward her pussy as he watched her. Their eyes were locked in a wondrous lustful embrace. Tim entered her waiting sex, sliding into her to his balls.

"Unnnngggghhhhhh!" he groaned.

"Ahhhhhhhhhmmmmmmmmmmmoooooooo. Oh yeah Timmy that's...Oh that's soooo nice, baby."

Soon he was widely pistoning her depths...in and out as she wrapped her legs tightly and expertly around his. The feeling of the nylon only seemed to enhance his excitement. Amanda wrapped her one arm around him and her hand clutched at the back of the boy's head. Feeling his flesh excitingly push in and out of her body she moved her other hand toward his face. It was still clutching her panties.

She pushed the material into his gasping mouth and nose and both of their bodies were thrashing in desperation of relief.

"Oh mama mama mama I...I can't stop...Oh oh..."

"Yeah baby, do it. It's okay...doooo it, it's OHHHH-KAAAAAAYYY AHHH!"

Mother and son both came with a rumble of passion, as she muttered her final wild words.

The End