Author’s Note: The final chapter of my first EMC effort. Thanks to everyone that wrote in with their comments. The support and critiques were appreciated. For those that were wondering when or whether Gina would make her daughter wear the hose... well, here you go.
It was eleven o’clock on a Saturday night, and Gina was standing in her daughter’s bedroom.
Only a small desk lamp was on. The light played off Gina’s nylon-covered legs. Coffee-colored pantyhose were all Gina was wearing, both on her legs, and over her head as a mask.
Weeks ago, Gina had been made into one The Silken. Forced to wear a special pair of pantyhose that had sapped her will, Gina had become a slave, and eventually, an enslaver of others. The nylons she wore now were practically sacred to her. Which was fitting because what she was doing—the first step towards her daughter’s inevitable enslavement—was a holy act.
Laura was out at the movies with her friends, or so she’d told her mother. It was so hard to believe what a 15-year-old told you. Especially since her father had died and Gina had been left to raise Laura. Gina was tired of the fights, the slamming doors, the rolling eyes.
That was OK. Tomorrow, everything would be different. It would be different because of what was in Gina’s hands. Bundled in them were several pairs of pantyhose of varying colors: nude, suntan, jet black, off black, navy, coffee. They didn’t appear different from any other sheer-to-waist pantyhose, except at the center seam was a thin gold thread.
That’s what marked these hose as something special. They would rewrite your memories when you wore them, making it seem as though you’d been a pantyhose fetishist your entire life. Once the victim’s memories were rewritten, there was nothing more normal than fucking while wearing hose all over their body.
Whatever was on them, it entered you through your skin. If you wore them on your legs, it would take hours for their venom to penetrate you completely, and make you one of The Silken. Much faster to pull them over the victim’s head so they could enter the mind more directly, forcing a victim’s capitulation in moments.
These were same kind of pantyhose that had been used on Gina to make her a slave, and which Gina had in turn used on two others.
The first had been a handsome, young associate at Gina’s law firm named Mark. The other had been Mark’s baby sister, Amy, who worked at the firm as a paralegal.
They were both in the bedroom with Gina now, and they were both wearing dark pantyhose on their legs and over their faces.
They were holding hands, brother and sister. Amy turned to look at him through the diaphanous material covering her face. She was so wet, just looking at her brother, seeing how his dick always strained against the hose, desperate to be released into their mistress Gina’s pussy, or Amy’s own.
Amy had only been enslaved for two weeks. How many times since then had her brother filled her pussy, mouth or ass with his cum? Too many to count. She turned from him to look at her enslaver, Gina, padding across the carpet, bending over as she opened the dresser’s top drawer.
Looking at Gina’s nylon-covered ass, Amy wondered how many times she had licked her mistress’s nylon pussy or ass in the past two weeks. Again, more times than she could remember. But tasting Gina through both the nylon her dom was wearing, and of the pantyhose slavemask that Amy always wore in the presence of other Silken, it was the sweetest nectar she could imagine. Addictive. She couldn’t wait to feast on Gina’s pussy again.
But she was first and foremost a slave to Gina, and like a good slave, she stood still until told to do otherwise, watching her mistress work. From the drawer, Gina pulled out a dozen pairs of hose, and tossed them on the floor. In their place, she put the gold-threaded ones that were in her hand, and closed the drawer.
“She’ll wear these tomorrow,” Gina said through her coffee-colored mask as she turned to her slaves. “Going to church is one of the few traditions we keep up since Laura’s father died. And Laura always wears her Sunday best. That includes pantyhose.” Even from across the room, her slaves could see through Gina’s taut, nylon mask to the smile underneath.
“But, mistress,” Mark began, “won’t she notice the gold thread and know that these pantyhose are replacements?”
Gina shrugged. “I doubt it. Most women don’t realize the innate power of pantyhose. I’m not merely talking about the special hose of the Silken, but just the kinds you can buy at a drugstore. They’re so stupid, don’t notice how men look at their legs when they’re all clad in nylon. Most women, and especially teenagers like Laura, to them, pantyhose are just a nicer kind of socks. But she’ll learn, very soon, their real power.”
“Mistress, why try to fool your daughter? We can force her into them, just like you and my brother did to me,” Amy said, becoming more wet as she thought about how Gina had kept her late after work one night at the office. How her brother, wearing nothing but pantyhose had grabbed her, how Gina had pulled a pair of gold-threaded hose over Amy’s head. How the hose had re-weaved her memories, until she remembered how her own father had fucked her while they’d both worn hose.
Gina slinked over to them as they stood before her like soldiers at attention. With her left hand, she touched Amy’s slick nylon slit. With her right, she massaged Mark’s hosed-up cock.
To Amy, she said, “You just love that, don’t you, bitch? How your brother and I raped you, made you into a hose slut?”
”Yes,” Amy said as Gina continued to strum her clit through her black pantyhose.
“How I was the first woman that ever licked your pussy, made you cum, forever bound you to The Silken?” Gina asked, pressing her fingers firmer against the material, deeper into Amy.
“Yeessss.”
“How you became a slave?”
“Yeeesssssss.”
“And started fucking your brother three or four times a day?”
“Ohhhh yesss.”
“Because the pantyhose control you, don’t they?” Gina asked.
“They control meeeee.”
“You’re obedient because of the house.”
“I obey the hose!”
“And obedience to the hose is pleasure,” Gina said, still masterbating Amy and her brother.
Amy was screaming now. “It’s such pleasure obeying the hose!”
“Then obey me and cum, you pantyhose cunt.”
“Ohhhhhgodddddd,” Amy said, as the orgasm radiated out from Gina’s fingers, to Amy’s clit, and from there throughout the twenty-three-year-old’s body.
Amy fell to the carpet, the pleasure overtaking her, and Gina turned her attention fully to her other thrall.
“You liked hearing your sister profess her slavery to the hose, don’t you?”
“Yesssss,” Mark hissed through his own mask.
“Just like you’re a slave.”
“Yes, I am a slave,” he said as he breathed-in sharply while Gina continued rubbing his nyloned cock.
“Remember how it felt, cumming inside your sister for the first time?” Gina asked.
“Yeeesssssss,” he said, and Gina knew this was the truth judging by how hard his dick was, and the precum glistening on interior of his hose.
“If felt good, didn’t it, being a pantyhose boy-slut, and fucking your pantyhose sister?”
“Oh hell yessss,” Mark said.
“All your slave cum, getting into your sister’s slave pussy. Aren’t you looking forward to doing the same, inside my little girl?”
Mark groaned at that, and suddenly a stream of cum erupted from his cock, straining through the inside of his navy hose onto Gina’s hand.
“Good, slave, good,” Gina said as Mark’s legs weakened beneath him, and he knelt to the carpet, still rapt with pleasure, a current of cum still shooting from his dick staining his hose.
By then, his sister on the floor beside him had recovered from her own orgasm. Kneeling, she reached up, touched Gina’s legs, ran her hands up over her mistress’s ass, brought her face close to Gina’s crotch.
“Thank you so much for this pleasure,” Amy said. “Let me serve you now, please.”
Gina smiled kindly at her young slave. With the hand that Mark had cum on, she reached gently for Amy’s face, smeared her brother’s seed all over her black nylon mask. Amy reached for Gina’s sperm-covered hand with her pantyhose-covered mouth, gratefully smearing the cum even more on her face, loving that she was being marked even more as slave.
“I’d love that, my pet,” Gina said, “but there isn’t time. My daughter will be home soon. Her curfew is midnight. And also, you still live with your parents. You should go back to them like a good girl, not give them any reason to suspect your true self.”
After she finished licking Gina’s fingers some more, Amy pouted, “I hate living at home.” The economy right now was bad, and she had moved home before her enslavement by The Silken, working at Gina’s firm, trying to pay down some college loans. Of course, she had found her true calling thanks to Gina but Amt resented having to keep up appearances, like still living with her parents. It meant she couldn’t easily spend the night over at her brother’s, or her mistress’s.
“Don’t worry, sweet dear,” Gina said, “I’ll take care of that soon enough.”
Amy looked up at her quizzically but before she could ask Gina a question, Gina said, “Hush.” Then the older woman ran her cummy fingers across the length of Amy’s mouth. “No questions right now, my dear. Just get dressed and be prepared to come over tomorrow morning to help initiate poor Laura.”
Amy smiled, peeling off her cum-soaked mask. “I’ll be ready,” she said, then got up to get the rest of her clothes from Gina’s bedroom.
As Amy got dressed and made her way downstairs out of the house, Gina looked down at Mark. “As for you, help me get my daughter’s old hose into my room. I don’t want her wearing any pantyhose except the enslaving ones until after she’s been converted. I’ll keep her old ones myself until then.”
“Of course, mistress,” Mark said, grateful to do anything for the woman that had enslaved him, especially if it meant touching a 15-year-old girl’s hosiery. He collected Laura’s hose from the floor, then carried them to Gina’s room.
Gina followed him into her room. Approaching him from behind, she wrapped her arms around his broad chest. His nyloned ass pressed against her nyloned pubis. It felt so good, feeling his warmth against her body. Since becoming one of The Silken, she had come to love eating pussy. But there was something about having a good man with her. She had missed it. A man that would protect her, perhaps even love her with the devotion of her husband. A man that she could love, have another family with...
“Thank you for getting those, Mark,” she said tenderly.
“Anything for you,” he said.
“I would love for you to stay the night, but I don’t want Laura to discover anything. Not when we’re so close.”
He turned to her. His crotch was still slick with his cum, but his dick was growing hard again. “A slave obeys and is happy to.”
They kissed then through their masks.
A short time later, Mark left, but not before Gina had commanded him to leave his cum-stained hose on beneath his suit (the mask she naturally allowed him to remove—even if perhaps 5% of the small, wealthy town of Arclight, Massachusetts was now Silken, appearances had to be kept-up).
“Think of me as tonight when you masturbate in those hose,” Gina said as she sharply slapped his ass on the way out the door and he wiggled it like a woman.
After he drove off in his BMW, Gina returned back to her bedroom upstairs, stripped off her own hose. She felt incomplete without them clinging to her but if Laura saw her wearing nylons at this hour, she might grow suspicious. She’d never guess the truth, of course, but Gina didn’t want to risk it. She wanted her daughter’s enslavement to be flawless.
Laura was twenty minutes past curfew when she finally came home. She entered the kitchen while her friends drove off. Gina was there to greet her.
“You’re late,” Gina said, wearing a robe while standing in the hallway door. The autumn air seemed to permeate the house, even though the heat was running. Gina felt the cold on her naked legs and hated it.
“Whatever,” Laura said, opening up the fridge to get some pop.
Laura sat on a stool by the kitchen table as she opened the Diet Coke can. Her deep chestnut hair was long and straight, a compromise between her German blood on her father’s side, and her mother’s Chinese blood. Laura’s features were mostly Asian, softened slightly by her Western genes. One could tell by looking at her she would be a blend of the exotic and girl-next-door when she was older.
“I’m surprised you’d even notice, busy as you’ve been with your job. You can make time to stay-up for me but can’t even go to my recitals or plays?” Laura asked.
Gina had been through this before, and as much as she wanted to maintain appearances, she was tired of keeping up this act. “You’re right,” Gina said.
Laura hadn’t made eye contact with her mother since coming home but that last statement had surprised her. She looked at her mom with wide eyes: “What did you say?”
“I said that you’re right. I haven’t made enough time for you. That changes tomorrow. Or today, I guess, since it’s after midnight.”
“You’re not mad at me?” Laura said sounding almost disappointed. Gina laughed. “No, dear. Let’s start over. We’ll go to church tomorrow morning, like always, but afterward, we’ll spend some time together. A lot of time. We’ll become reacquainted. We’ll remake our mother-daughter relationship into something special.”
Laura shook her head and Gina could see that her daughter wasn’t ready to let go of her anger. “You haven’t been there since Dad died and you think you can just hit the reset button by saying so? Yeah right,” Laura said, storming out of the kitchen and upstairs. Gina heard the slam of her daughter’s bedroom door.
“Well, that went splendidly,” Gina said to herself, checking her own anger. Gina had only pretended that she wasn’t angry with Laura for breaking curfew, and her child’s attitude in general. Especially so since Gina had become used to Amy and Mark’s obedience. Gina herself knew to be obedient to more senior members of The Silken. With such familiarity to sexual and intellectual obeisance, it enraged Gina her daughter couldn’t even act with common courtesy.
But, as she had said to her own slaves, and hinted to her daughter, that would change very soon.
Gina went upstairs to her bedroom, closed her door, locked it. Laura’s old pantyhose were still on Gina’s big queen-sized bed. Gina took off her robe, then took a black pair of nylons from off the bed.
Gina sat on the bed, then pulled them on. Standing, she smoothed the hose out, then looked at herself in her dresser mirror.
There she was: a trim, beautiful, Asian-American mother, wearing her daughter’s pantyhose. Gina’s shaved slit, right where Laura’s had been.
Was there anything more intimate than to wear someone else’s pantyhose? Masturbating as she went to sleep in her daughter’s black nylons, Gina was certain there wasn’t.
The next morning was foggy. A cold, autumn mist covering the hills of Arclight. Laura woke-up in her bed. It still had all the stuffed animals she had collected a child on it. Even as she made her way to womanhood, she wasn’t quite ready to let her girlishness go. Heaven knew she’d let enough of it go already.
Which was why she was groggy from the two beers she had the night before. She and her friends had gone to the movies as Laura had told her mother. Once there, they’d run into some guys from their high school. Heading back to one of the boys’ homes, they’d found some beers in the fridge. The guy’s parents were divorced, and his mom was away on business. With no adult supervision, they had gotten into the alcohol.
The beer had tasted bitter to Laura but she’d force herself to drink or else not look cool in front of her friends. She was petite, like her mother, and by no means an experienced drinker. I wasn’t long before one of the guys made their move.
It was in a guest bedroom. She hadn’t really liked the guy but he was popular. It was expected that they’d hook-up. It had felt good, him fingering her, but then he’d wanted more.
They always do. She’d been lucky to have gotten out of there by just giving him a blowjob.
Tipsy, sickened with herself for having demeaned herself (again) for a boy, half the reason Laura had been so mean to Gina was to keep her mom from smelling the booze or cum on her.
The other half was because Laura was simply anger. She understood her mother had to struggle to support them now that her father was gone. But there was more to raising a daughter than money. What about spending time with each other? Or letting Laura know that her mom cared? It hadn’t been so long ago that they’d been the best of friends. Laura missed those days, though being a teenager, she’d never admitted it.
Part of her wanted to believe what her mom was saying last night, that things were about to start again.
She rose from her bed, opened her curtains to the foggy day and then went to take a shower. The hot water felt good on her body, seemed to wash away the physical taint, if not the memory, of the night before.
Wrapping herself in a towel, she went back to her bedroom, started to get dressed. It was Sunday, which meant church. A relic of when Laura and her mother were so much closer but a tradition they kept up largely because they’d always attended Mass with her father.
Once dry, she went over to her dresser, opened the top drawer where she kept her nylons. What to wear? Dark ones were probably a bit too sexy for church. Nude was too plain, and white too goody-goody. She decided on a pair of suntan hose. Pulling them out, she sat on the bed to put them on.
She never bothered with panties while wearing hose. Weren’t pantyhose basically underwear, anyway?
Laura almost didn’t notice it: the gold thread running along the center seam. She looked at them. Wouldn’t she have noticed that before? Come to think of it, were these even her pantyhose? They felt... different. Better, actually. Silkier. Pleasant to the touch. Much nicer than what she normally wore, just pairs she got from the local drugstore.
She was being silly. Who would replace her pantyhose? She still had to dry her hair. No time to waste. She pulled them up, the nylon covering one leg, and then the other. Then she stood, pulled them up past her vagina, over her ass.
She did her hair, then her make-up, which didn’t take long—she had great skin. Then Laura slipped on a white bra. As she was deciding what dress to wear, her hands idly ran over the hose. A pleasant sensation. Actually, she was feeling more energized now, but also slightly light-headed, as if something were clouding her thoughts even as her body began to feel better.
Boy, what a light-weight she was, still feeling the effects of just two beers!
She put on a simple, flowered dress, a dark, open sweater to guard against the autumn air, some closed-toe heels. Laura checked herself out in the full-length mirror attached to the back of her bedroom door. She looked good. Not slutty like so many teenage girls in an effort to look more mature, nor like a little girl going to her first Communion. She looked like herself: a budding, respectable woman, doing her best to find her way.
Then she noticed her legs. Owing to her father’s genes, she was already slightly taller than her mom. But she had inherited her mother’s shapely legs. Laura ran track in the spring, so she’d always known she had strong legs. Suddenly, however, she was seeing as if for the first time that she had really nice legs. The kind that men would notice, even on days like today, when she wasn’t trying.
The hose really set them off. The slight glistening of the material highlighted and enhanced what nature had given her. She imagined that all pantyhose did this on some level. That’s why women wore them, right? Strange that she never noticed it until now.
Laura left her bedroom. As she walked down the stairs, she again felt the lightheadedness, had to steady herself on the steps. It passed in a moment, and she felt fine. Good, in fact. Young and proud, she decided she wouldn’t tell her mom anything about the episode. She continued downstairs, where she found her mother in the kitchen.
“Coffee’s on,” Gina said from where she sat cross-legged at the kitchen table reading the Globe.
“Thanks,” Laura said as she saw her mother’s legs, clad in jet-black hose. The look of them seemed to have a pull on Laura.
Her mother often wore stockings,] but Laura had noticed that she’d been showing a lot more leg (nylon-covered leg, to be precise) the past two weeks.
Laura poured herself a cup of coffee.
“You look nice this morning, by the way,” her mother said, looking up from her paper.
Laura laughed. “Thanks but you’re not my type.”
Her mother smiled. “Cute,” Gina said, but something about the curl of her mom’s crimson lips made Laura think she might burst out maniacally: “But I soon will be!”
Silly thought, Laura knew. Instead, Gina turned back to her paper, occasionally touching her legs as though for comfort, not unlike how Laura had while deciding what to wear.
Whatever her mother had said about starting over, Laura still wasn’t ready to play nice. She snidely commented, “Aren’t those hose a bit much of church, mom?”
“What’s wrong with my pantyhose?”
“They’re dark.”
“So?” Gina asked.
“Don’t you think that’s too sexy for church?”
Gina put down her paper. “Why do you think dark hose are too sexy for church?”
Laura looked at her mother’s legs. Why couldn’t her mom get it? Why was she making Laura explain it?
The dark nylon, it highlighted a woman’s legs even more than the suntan-colored ones Laura wore. It accentuated the pleasant curve of the thigh and calf as the material stretched and became paler, only to become darker again as it reached down towards the more narrow ankle. How the color and its intensity varied over the leg’s geography was like an alien environment that needed to be observed. Touched. Explored.
Society would keep strangers from touching, of course, but not from looking. And a woman’s legs in nylon demanded to be looked at. It was impossible for a man (or a woman) not to notice the hose, and noticing the hose made one think what one would do if they could actually feel them.
And her mother was going to wear something that had so much power to church!?
Laura shook her head. The thoughts about the pantyhose and their meaning had come to her in a rush. She didn’t understand where it had come from. Laura certain wasn’t going to tell her mother what had just raced through her mind.
Instead she said, “Never mind. We need to get going or we’re going to be late.”
“Of course,” Gina said but Laura saw that smile again on her mom’s lips. It made Laura think her mother knew precisely what she’d just been thinking.
They walked from the kitchen to the garage. As she walked, Laura suddenly noticed how the seam of her pantyhose was playing against her clit. Rubbing against her pussy with every step she took, she was getting very wet.
She never wore panties under her hose, and this hadn’t happened before. Was it something about the pantyhose she was wearing? The gold tread running through their center seam?
Laura thought about going back upstairs to put some panties on underneath, but she didn’t want to make them late, have everyone turn and look as they entered. And what was going to tell her mom? “Hey, give me a minute to change my stockings, OK? These are turning me into a bitch in heat.”
Still, Gina seemed to notice something was amiss as they got into her SUV. “Is everything OK?”
“I’m fine,” Laura said.
Again, she saw her mom’s slight, knowing smile. After she started the Lexus, but before she pulled out of the driveway, Gina got her cell phone out of her purse. Laura watched as her mother sent a quick text.
“Who are you texting?” Laura asked.
“Just some friends of mine that will be coming by later,” Gina said.
“Do I know them?”
“No but I think you’ll like them.”
“Whatever,” Laura said.
They left the house and drove through the fog. Even though she wasn’t walking now, it still felt as though the gold-threaded seam was playing with her clit. It felt good. Even still, she desperately wanted it to stop. She didn’t want to go into church all wet like this.
The drive to church always made her think of her father. He had been an awesome dad, so smart, so kind. Handsome, too. In her heart-of-hearts, she had wanted to marry someone just like him. But with the pantyhose making her so wet, bizarre associations began to form in her mind. The thoughts of her father began to mingle with thoughts of hosiery, and unbidden, an image of her father in pantyhose rose in her mind.
She tried to fight it, it seemed so disrespectful, but the image remained. In her mind’s eye, she could see his dick through the material. Navy pantyhose, she imagined it, blue being an appropriate color for a boy.
Worse still, it was making her even wetter. Laura was suddenly worried her slickness might soak through her dress down to the SUV’s leather interior.
They arrived at the church’s parking lot. Laura let herself out, again having to steady herself. The thoughts of her dad in pantyhose was making her legs week.
“Are you sure you’re OK?” Gina asked as she walked to the other side of the SUV to see what was taking her daughter so long. “Do you want to go home?”
“No, I’m fine,” Laura said, forcing herself to walk and again feeling the gold-threaded seam’s kiss on her clit.
Inside the crowded church, Laura did her best to straighten herself, hoped she was doing a passable job of looking normal.
Meanwhile, her mother greeted the usual handful of family friends they saw every Sunday. Then she saw her mother saying hello to people that Laura didn’t know. The first of these was a young Korean-American woman, and the first thing Laura noticed about her was that she, like her mother, was wearing dark hose.
“Laura, I want to introduce you to a special friend of mine. Cheryl,” Gina said to the pretty Korean woman, “this is Laura. Laura, Cheryl.”
“Special friend?” Laura dumbly said, again feeling lightheaded.
“Laura, I’ve heard so much about you!” Cheryl said. Then, turning to Gina, said, “You’re so lucky to have such a beautiful daughter.”
Gina beamed. “Thank you.”
“You mentioned last week you’ve got some big plans for today,” Cheryl said. “How are they going?”
Plans? Laura wondered. Like hanging out with the friends her mom was texting? Laura didn’t understand, and was feeling so confused and distracted she didn’t feel as though she had the willpower to riddle out what they were talking about.
“Oh, they’re going well,” Gina said.
Cheryl regarded Laura, looking the younger woman up-and-down. “Yes,” Cheryl said, to Gina, “I’d say they are. Well, I don’t mean to hold you up. Laura, it was so nice to finally meet you!” Cheryl said, extending her hand.
Laura took it limply. “You too,” she said.
Then Cheryl leaned in close to Laura, whispered, “You look very nice in your nylons, by the way. Beautiful legs, just like your mommy.”
Part of Laura’s mind screamed then, SOMETHING IS WRONG HERE! WRONG WITH MOM, WRONG WITH HER FRIEND, WRONG WITH YOUR PANTYHOSE! GET YOUR STOCKINGS OFF NOW!
What was Laura supposed to do? Run to the bathroom and strip off her hose? It was chilly inside the church, and she wasn’t even wearing any underwear. She’d freeze if she took off her hose and went bare-ass through the service.
Besides it felt so good wearing the hose. She’d take them off eventually, sure. Not yet, though.
Maybe her mom’s Korean friend was just trying to be nice, let Laura know how attractive she was. If you looked at it that way, her comment made sense. Flattering, even.
Gina said hi to a few other people Laura didn’t know, mostly women wearing dark hose like the Korean woman. Some of these were here with their husbands and children, and Laura felt when she was introduced to them that they could see right through her, that they knew precisely what was happening to her, as if they had gone through something similar themselves.
As Mass began, Laura kept looking at those families, the ones whose matriarch wore black, sheer pantyhose like her mother. From time to time they, their men or their kids would turn and look at Laura in the back pew.
Watching them, it seemed as though all of these families were somehow connected, like they were all in on some big secret that Laura’s mom was in on too. Like they could read each others minds, as well as Laura’s own, knew all the sick thoughts that were blazing through it, knew how wet she was as the priest said his sermon.
Through the Mass, the mind-reading became a two-way street. Whatever was happening to Laura gave her a glimpse into these families’ minds as well.
The women in these families, they weren’t wearing panties under their hose, either,Laura sensed.
And suddenly she knew that those husbands and sons in these families, they were wearing black pantyhose under their suits and khaki pants. It seemed confirmed when a fourteen-year-old boy again turned to look at her, and she could just make out the erection pressing against his pants. The erection, it wasn’t down a pants leg like you’d expect it to normally fall but sticking straight-up against his zipper, held in place underneath by a nylon skin.
This realization, reminding what she’d been thinking of on the ride over, her father in navy pantyhose, almost made her climax right there in church. But it was the understanding of why the men were wearing pantyhose, and the women weren’t wearing panties beneath their hose that made Laura sudden with pleasure and panic.
In these families, the fathers and mothers and sons and daughters, they were all having sex with each other.
“Mom, we have to go, right now,” Laura whispered desperately.
Laura would have thought her mother would have questioned the request but instead Gina said, “Of course, dear.”
They eased their way out of church and back into the fog, Laura’s clit becoming radioactive hot by the ministrations of her gold-seamed hose as she walked.
“Why’s wrong, dear?” Gina asked as she started the SUV and pulled out of the parking lot.
Normally Laura would never say such an insane thing aloud but as confused and scared as she was, as weak as her will felt, she answered. “Those families, the ones with the moms and daughters that were wearing dark pantyhose, I think they’re all having sex!”
Gina didn’t seem the least bit shocked by this. “What makes you think that?”
Laura tried to articulate the sense of knowing she had felt inside the church, as if she’d been able to peer briefly into the minds of the black pantyhose-wearing families—even as they could look into hers. Then she explained about the boy’s erection she’d made out against the inside of his pants, how it lay as though bound in place by pantyhose.
“Very interesting observations. Assuming they were all wearing hose, why does that mean they were having sex?”
Laura remembered her earlier observations of her mother’s leg. “Because,” Laura began, “a pantyhose-clad leg commands to be looked at it, demands to be touched. If they’ve broken one of society’s rules by having their men wear it, why would they stop there? They couldn’t stop there. They couldn’t resist touching one another in their nylons, and if they’re touching, they’d keep exploring one another until they fucked. And once they started fucking in their hose, they would keep it up—the effect of the hose would be too powerful, they couldn’t resist.” Laura spasmed in pleasure saying all this aloud. She felt so lightheaded, almost drunk, it was hard to think. “Oh God, mom, I think there’s something wrong. I think the pantyhose I’m wearing are doing something to me!”
Gina was sweating too. “We’ll talk more about you in a moment,” she said. “But first, tell me, why do you think family members having sex with one another is bad?”
Laura’s head swam, her heart pounded. “Mom!” The SUV was going slow. Laura needed some air. Clumsily, she tried power window but her mother had locked it—and the passenger door as well.
“Come now, I bet if you think about it there’s some memory in your head now that will make you think it’s not so bad.”
“Mom, that’s so gross...” Laura began to protect but then the image of her father in navy pantyhose flashed in her mind. “I... I... mom, I think I remember something. Something strange, something very wrong...”
“But the memory, is it pleasurable?”
“Yes,” Laura confessed slowly.
“Tell me,” Gina commanded. “Every detail.”
“It was a year or two ago,” Laura said. “Dad was still alive. You were away in Boston for a trial. It was,” Laura struggled with the memory which was weaving itself inside of her even as she spoke, “the night of the Christmas dance. I didn’t have a boyfriend at the time, so I was going with a friend from school. It was Billy from school theater. He hadn’t come out yet then but everyone knew. His mom and dad dropped him off at our house. Dad was going to drive us over.
“I was running late and still getting dressed when I heard the doorbell ring and Dad answering,” Laura continued. “I finished my makeup as quickly as I could, and then slipped on my black pantyhose. Even then I never wore panties underneath. Through the nylon, my mound was pretty hairless. I didn’t need to shave at all back then. I was about to put on a black bra when I heard a noise from down the hall. A cry, maybe from pain, maybe from pleasure. I couldn’t tell.
“I called for Dad or Billy but no one answered. It was dark outside already. The house felt kind of scary. I slipped on a white robe and went to investigate. It was coming from the guest room. The rest of the house was silent, but as I went into the hall, I could see some light coming from beneath the guest room door.
“Slowly, I walked down the hall, my pantyhose-clad feet not making a sound on the carpet. I moved to the door. Through it, I heard a man’s grunt, and this one I could tell was from pleasure. I knew I shouldn’t but I put my hand on the knob, slowly turned it. I cracked the door and peaked in.”
“What did you see?” Gina asked.
“Dad and Billy,” Laura breathed, her eyes closed, smiling at the memory. “They were on the bed together, above the covers. They were laying side-by-side. They were both wearing navy pantyhose.
“ ‘Hey, Laura,’ Billy said.
“ ‘Hey, Laurie-girl,” Daddy said. ‘We were hoping you’d be here. Want to join us?’”
“Did you join them?” Gina asked breathlessly.
Laura opened her eyes from the memory long enough to see that her mother was driving slowly for fear that she would run off the road. Gina’s skirt was hiked up and Laura saw with one hand on the wheel, her mother’s other hand was on her pantyhosed-crotch, rubbing it.
Like mother like daughter. If it was OK for her mom to masturbate in front of her, wasn’t it OK for Laura to masturbate in front of her mommy? And since she wasn’t driving, she could use both hands.
Laura hiked up her dress and began running her fingers over her nyloned pussy.
Letting the pleasure wash over her, Laura leaned back, again closed her eyes, and continued. “I did join them, Mommy. It seemed... like the natural thing to do. I mean, it was so natural for them to be wearing navy-colored nylons, right? Blue for boys, after all. So natural for me, a budding woman, to be wearing black, slutty hose, and to act accordingly.
“ ‘I’d love to join you guys, Daddy,’ I said as I let the robe slip off my shoulders, let them see me in my dark, slut-hose.
“ ‘Mmmmm, doesn’t see look good, Billy?’
“ ‘She really does,’ Billy said.
“Hearing my friend and my daddy say this made me so happy. I felt so beautiful. I crawled up onto the bed. They were both lying on their backs so that I could see them fully, including their big dicks beneath the hose. That’s when I noticed the sticky stain on the crotches of their hosiery.
“ ‘Hey, you guys have already cum!’ I said.
“ ‘Yes, pumpkin,’ Daddy said, ‘we’ve been masturbating each other through our hose.’
“ ‘But don’t worry,’ Billy said, ‘we’ve got more for you. We’ve both wanted you for so long.’
“I could tell that they did. Their cummy-dicks began to grow and throb as I messaged them through their pantyhose.
“ ‘You’re a natural slut, Laurie-girl,’ Daddy said as his hard slab reached eight inches, ‘just like your mom.’ I was so happy when he said that!
“ ‘Are you going to entertain us both?’ Billy asked as his own dick made it to six inches.
“ ‘Yes,’ I said. I was so eager to please.
“ ‘Do you want our seed on you, or in you, Laura?’ Daddy asked.
“ ‘In me, please,’ I said.
“Daddy got up from where he was lying, moved behind me, then positioned me so that my ass was against his dick and my face on top of Billy’s penis.
“ ‘Honey, I’m going to fuck you from behind while you blow Billy, OK?’
“ Yes, Daddy! Whatever you both want!’ I said, then lowered my mouth on Billy’s pantyhose dick. I could tasted the spunk on his hose from when daddy made him cum earlier. It tasted so good, and I was glad my daddy had helped my gay friend feel good, and my gay friend had pleasured daddy.
“Then I felt daddy moved his finger along the seam of my black pantyhose. As he reached my cunt, he pressed with his finger, a popped a hole into them. I groaned as my father’s finger entered me, then drew back out to tear a hole in my hose big enough so he could get at me with his big cock.
“Daddy took his time, entering me slowly, letting my young pussy get used to the feel of a man. My mouth full of Billy’s gay dick, I let daddy know my gratitude by working harder on his lover.
“Billy groaned. ‘Oh god, the way she’s sucking me off, I think she likes your dick in her, Daddy!’ he said as he ran his hands through my hair. I loved that Billy called him daddy, too.
“ ‘Of course she does,’ Daddy grunted as he pushed himself fully into my waiting crotch. ‘It’s only natural she’d want the dick that gave her life inside of her.
“ ‘Is that why I wanted to masturbate you earlier, sir?’ Billy asked even as he rode the pleasure I was giving him. ‘I wanted to serve a father figure?’
“ ‘That’s right, Billy. It’s only natural.’
“ ‘Yes, it’s only natural,’ Steven droned and even though I couldn’t say anything with my mouth so full, I agreed that it was natural.
“ ‘And the pantyhose bind us together,’ Daddy said, ‘a nylon knot, the uniform we wear to give one another pleasure, to serve each other, this is the most natural thing, this is the way it’s always going to be now when we fuck!’
“ ‘Oh shit, I’m so close to cumming!’ Billy cried.
“ ‘Do it!’ Daddy shouted. ‘Come in my daughter’s mouth pussy even as I fill her with my daddy-cum! We have no choice now—we have to obey our needs and give into the hose!’ I felt daddy ramming into my pussy harder and harder, just stuffing my baby-girl box! It was wonderful!
“ ‘Ohfuck, ohfuck, sir, I can’t hold it, little sis is making me cum, I’m going to chis into my baby-sister’s beautiful mouth, Daddy!’ I felt Billy’s warm chism strain through the nylon into my mouth as I continued running my hand up and down his dick and massaging his pantyhose-covered balls.
“ ‘Fuck, I’m cumming too, Billy, my baby-girl is making me cum too, filling her with my daddy-seed even while she mouth-fucks my pantyhosed baby-boy!’ Daddy screamed, and then I felt his torrent of sperm flood into me, and knowing I’d just fucked them both, I came too, came like slut, father, son and daughter all rutting in their pantyhose, all cumming together!”
Laura stopped there, the memory fully formed inside of her mind, exhausted both at the effort of getting it out of her and having it implanted into her. She opened her eyes again, saw that she and her mother were now just pulling up into their driveway. There was a BMW already parked there and they stopped next to it.
“That’s a very good memory,” Gina said, finally speaking now that her daughter had had her epiphany. “And your father was right: it is natural for family to serve each other in their hose.”
Laura was still confused at the revelation and the pleasure the memory gave her. “But... did that really happen, Mommy?” she asked quietly.
“It happened in your mind, sweetie,” Gina said. “That’s the most important thing.”
“Yes,” Laura agreed.
“With what you’ve just remembered, do you still think that those mommies and daddies and sisters and brothers having sex in their hose is wrong?”
Laura shook her head. “No, Mommy, it’s natural to do that, just like daddy said.”
“Does that mean you accept having pantyhose sex with your own family?” Gina asked.
“Yes,” Laura said.
“Including with your mommy?”
“Yes,” Laura said. “I wanted to fuck the cock that gave me life. It’s only natural that I’d want to taste the pussy that gave birth to me.”
Her mother groaned at that. It was obviously taken her a lot of effort to stop masturbating herself but she finally did. Gina turned off the engine, unlocked the passenger door. “Let’s go inside, daughter.”
“Yes, Mommy.”
They walked hand-in-hand through the fog, entering by the front door. Closing it behind them, they threw their coats to the hallway floor as Gina led her daughter to the family room and stood her in front of a large mirror atop the mantelpiece. “Look at yourself,” Gina said, indicating the mirror. “You’re so lovely, so newly a woman.”
“You’re beautiful too, Mommy.” As if for the first time, Laura saw how exotically beautiful her mother was with her dark, Asian eyes, and full lips, her black hair long and sheen as Gina pulled out the chopsticks that had been holding it in place, and shook it loose and wild. Standing behind her daughter, she kissed the back of the girl’s neck as she ran her hands down the length of Laura’s dress, reaching past the hem.
Laura sighed. Her mother touching the hose underneath Laura’s flower dress felt electric.
“You don’t need this anymore,” Gina whispered hotly into Laura’s ear as she began lifting up her little girl’s dress.
“I don’t need it anymore,” Laura repeated, lifting up her arms so that her mom could remove the unwanted garment.
Gina tossed the dress to the floor, and Laura saw herself again in the mirror, now only wearing her lacy pink bra, her suntan hose, and her heels.
“You won’t need this anymore, either,” Gina said as she unsnapped her daughter’s bra.
“Thank you,” Laura said as Gina slipped it off her. It felt so good to be free of the thing, so good to only be wearing pantyhose and nothing else. The nipples of her small, girlish breasts felt hard as diamond.
“Laura, would you help me?” Gina asked as she turned her back to her daughter.
“Of course,” she said, reaching to unzip the back of her mother’s skirt. It slipped off her mom’s hips and Laura saw for the first time her mommy’s pantyhosed ass. Beautiful. Laura wanted to touch it, but Gina said, “Help me with my top now.”
“Yes,” Laura said, unfastening the back of her mom’s silk blouse. It fell to the floor along with the rest of their clothes, and as it did, Laura said, surprised, “Mommy, you don’t have on a bra!”
Gina turned back to her daughter. The waistband of her sheer-to-waist hose reached over Gina’s C-cup tits. “I find that queen-size pantyhose works just as well. And besides, I love the feel of it.”
“Do you think I can start wearing them that way?”
“You like the idea of being covered in them, don’t you?”
“More than anything!”
“Then here,” Gina said, reaching for her purse. She pulled out two pair of jet black pantyhose, both completely sheer, but one with a golden thread at the center seam, and the other without.
“Come here, dear. Let mommy mask you.”
Laura saw the ones that Gina was going to use on her had a gold thread in them.
“The golden-seamed ones help you remember things, like your pantyhose sex with Billy and daddy.”
“I’m so glad I remember now,” Laura said.
“I know you are,” Gina said as she pulled the mind-controlling hose over her daughter’s face. “They do more than help you remember, though. They’re changing you, just like they did to me and all those people in church that you saw. They make you in The Silken. That’s why you could sense those Silken families at church. In large groups we can sense one another, even know each others thoughts, though if we’re in small groups it’s much harder. You’re almost completely one of us now. All we have to do is make you cum.”
Gina pulled her own mask on. They held each other then, both women’s breasts touching the others. Their hands moved over one anothers nyloned asses and they kissed through their masks.
Gina reached down, cupped her daughter’s soaked pussy. “Oh god, Mommy, are we going to fuck?”
“Yes, precious, we’re going to fuck. But first, I want you meet some friends of mine,” Gina said, taking up the legs that extended from the top of Laura’s pantyhose mask as though they were a leash and leading her daughter up the stairs.
Through the gauzy material of her hose-mask, Laura stayed at her mommy’s tight ass on the way upstairs. How it moved, it was hypnotic.
Her mother led her to Laura’s bedroom. Inside, standing at attention, were a man and a woman with only pantyhose on their heads and legs. Gina introduced them as Mark and Amy, brother-and-sister, and Gina’ personal Silken slaves.
“They’ve been preparing while we were out,” Gina explained, leading Laura by her leash to the bed. “Do you like it?”
On her bed had been a bunch of stuffed animals, tokens from her childhood. Now Laura saw that Mark and Amy had pulled nylon stockings over each of the stuff animals’ heads. Even as her mind was washed in pleasure and her will completely rinsed away by the wetness between her legs, she understood the symbolism: her past, her childhood, her memories, had all been corrupted by The Silken, and so now was Laura herself.
Laura was grateful.
Her bed was a full size. A tight fit for four people, but they managed. Placing Laura in the center, Gina commanded her to spread her legs.
“Please do it, Mommy, I’m so close!” Gina smiled through her mask, then descended hungrily on her daughter’s young pussy. “Ooohhhhhhyesssss!” Laura cried.
Amy was to Laura’s right, while Mark was on her left, sucking Laura’s tits through his black, nylon mask. “You’re mother personally enslaved my brother and I—she’s our mistress, our queen. But you’re our princess, and we’ll give you all the pleasure you want.”
Instinctively, Laura stabbed her fingers through Amy’s hose and into her wet pussy. With her other arm, she cupped around Mark’s pantyhosed head, forcing her harder onto her tit. Amy screamed in pleasure, “You’re going to be so good at this, Laura, just like your mommy! How’s it feel, you mom’s tongue licking your tight slit?”
Gina was feverishly lapping at her little girl, savoring the taste, wanting only to give Laura pleasure. And pleasure was all that Laura was aware of as her mother’s ministrations took her to orgasm: “My mommy’s fucking me! Myyymommysssfuckingmeeee!” Laura kept screaming.
“Give in to your mommy’s tongue, Laura,” Amy said. “Climax and fully become one of us!”
Laura’s body shuddered. “Oh god, I’m cuuuuummmminnnngggg!”
Gina felt a fresh rush of wetness against her mouth as her baby girl came and Gina gripped even harder her daughter’s ass, and kept licking, determined to extend her pleasure.
Laura rode the orgasm and felt it peel away the old her. Gone was the whiny, self-involved teenage brat that had given her mother such a hard time. Now there was only the obedient servant who loved wearing pantyhose, that wanted only to service her mother’s pussy, and help Gina enslave others.
There were so many people that she could enslave, starting at school. Her friends, certainly, but also their parents. She’d learned how natural it was having pantyhose sex with family. Perhaps she’d start with that boy that had made her blow him the night before. (Was it only the night before? It seemed like a lifetime ago now.)
She didn’t like him but a servant was a servant. Wouldn’t it be interesting, making him turn his mother into Laura’s pantyhose slut?
Eventually, the orgasm ebbed and Gina rose from Laura’s slit, pushed Amy and Mark aside so that she could more easily kiss her daughter, smear Laura’s juices onto her own mask.
“Thank you, Mommy, thank you,” was all Laura could think to say between kisses. “I want to return the favor. Can I please lick your mommy-pussy?” Pulling away, Gina said, “All in good time. But tell me, besides that memory of your daddy fucking you, have you ever had vaginal sex with a man?”
“No, mother.”
“I thought not.” Gina moved off her daughter’s body, turned to Mark. “I’ve taken her lesbian virginity. Now it’s time to take her hetero virginity.”
“Yes, mistress,” Mark said as he positioned himself between Laura’s legs. Laura looked confused. “But I remember daddy and I...”
Gina cut her off. “Let the adults do the thinking, dear,” she said, and Laura was silent. Instead, she looked at the big, athletic man above her, his dick pushing against his dark hose.
Her mother took a finger, popped a hole in Laura’s suntan pantyhose right along the golden seam, before pulling on it, making it wider right at her wet crotch.
Gina rolled down the front of Mark’s nylons, freeing his cock. It was enormous in her hand. “I can’t even tell you how many times in the past few weeks I’ve had this dick spitting its cum inside me. I want you to have it now, too, Laura. Tell me, do you want to share this big dicky with mommy?”
“Yes!” Laura said through her mask.
Gina turned to Mark. “Fuck my daughter’s pussy. Be gentle as you break her hymen.”
“Yes, mistress,” Mark said, then slowly eased his body over Laura’s.
“Keep your legs nice and wide for him, dear,” Gina said as she grabbed Amy, pushed the twenty-something’s mouth onto Gina’s own vagina. Amy gratefully started lapping at her mistress.
“Like this, Mommy?”
“Yes, just like that.”
Mark eased himself into her. “I’ve been wanting to fuck my mistress’s baby for so long,” he hissed to her through his mask. She felt the pressure as her pussy, even as wet as she was, struggled to accommodate his cock. “Oh my god, I can’t believe how tight your little pussy is,” he said, which made Laura happy. She wanted it to be good for him, too.
Still, it hurt a little bit and he had to rock himself in and out to get deeper into her. He did this slowly, patiently. Then, as if he couldn’t hold it anymore, he gave her a deep thrust that seemed to stuff her—and push against what felt like a wall inside her.
Laura yelped.
“It’s OK, Laura,” Gina said while she continued fucking Amy’s face. “That’s just your cherry getting popped. It’s another stage in becoming a fully adult woman.”
“Mommy it hurts!”
“Accept the hurt, dear, and feel the pleasure underneath,” Gina said.
And Laura could feel the pleasure beneath the pain. The hurt was already starting to subside and Mark’s big dick remained, filling her with so much love.
“Do you want me to stop?” Mark asked.
Laura grabbed his nyloned ass, sunk her fingernails into it. “Keep giving me your dick, you pantyhose fuck, and don’t stop until I tell you too!”
She was her mother’s daughter. “Yes, mistress—I’ll keep fucking you!” Mark cried as she started battering his cock into her.
“That’s it, male-slut, fuck this pussy! Fucking it like my daddy would!”
“I will, mistress, just like your daddy!”
Laura closed her eyes, remembering her father, again picturing him in navy hose, but now also with a navy stocking over his face as one of The Silken. “Do it, Daddy!” she screamed. “Give me your daddy cream! I need it so bad!”
Mark, programmed as he was to be obedient, easily slipped into the role: “Daddy’s going to give his baby his cum! Is that what she wants?” Laura dug her nails even further into Mark’s ass cheeks, making runs in his nylons. “Baby needs daddy’s cum! Baby will cum for Daddy’s cum!”
“Baby, daddy can’t hold it anymore!”
“Give it to me, Daddy, give it all to me!”
“Ohhhhhhhhfuuuuccckkkkk,” Mark moaned as his dick erupted in Laura’s waiting pussy.
Feeling her tight love-walls get washed with seed, imaging it was her father filling her womb, Laura for the second time in minutes came as well, this time the pleasure so intense she lost consciousness.
Through it all, her mother watched, so pleased as her male slave’s ass moved up and down as he pumped his seed into her little girl. Laura was already one of The Silken, but taking a man’s seed into her was her final step into full womanhood.
Being able to give her that, being able to watch it, Gina swelled with motherly pride. And hearing her baby girl’s moans of pleasure, feeling Amy’s mouth firmly on her own pussy, an orgasm detonated between Gina’s own pantyhosed thighs.
Hours later, Gina lay with her daughter in the bed. Amy and Mark were curled on the floor together, sleeping like cats.
Gina felt the heat radiating off her daughter’s nylon legs. She’d never felt so peaceful.
“Mommy,” Laura eventually whispered, “can we sleep together every night?”
“Yes, sweetie,” Gina said, stroking her child’s face through her nylon mask.
“And can we fuck every night?”
“Of course, dear, every night. And every morning too. You’ll feel so good wearing your hose beneath your jeans, and remembering how mommy had made you cum before going to school. That’s what The Silken do for each other. It’s what family does for one other.”
“And can I use Amy and Mark to pleasure me?” Laura asked excitedly.
“That’s what they’re there for,” Gina said. “But we have to let Amy get home to her parents, eventually. She still lives at home and we can’t have her mother and father suspecting.”
“Can we make more hoseslaves together, Mommy? There are a lot of boys and girls and teachers in my school that would look good encased in nylon.”
Gina was getting wet once again. “Yes, honey, we’ll make slaves together,” she said, running her hands up Laura’s legs and inserting a finger into her little girl’s slit.
Laura responded by inserting her finger into the pussy from whence she was born. “I know who we should enslave first.”
“Who?” Gina asked, gasping as her daughter touched her clit.
“Mark and Amy’s mommy and daddy. That way, Amy can play with us as long as we need her.”
Her girl really was a natural at this. “We’ll do it, dear, and then make them fuck Mark and Amy.”
Laura beamed. “Thank you, Mommy! I love you so much!”
Gina smiled. “I love you too, sweetie. I’m so happy we’re talking again.”
“I am too. I never thought our mother-daughter relationship could be this healthy and strong,” Laura said as she kissed her mother on the lips.
I’d originally planned on a fourth chapter showing Mark and Amy’s parents being enslaved. Because the story begins with Gina worried about her strained relationship with her daughter, ultimately I decided the extra chapter would take away from Gina and Laura coming together. Also, judging by the comments I received, readers cared more about Laura’s ultimate fate than anything else. Giving the audience what they want is generally good advice.
Also in the original drafts, Gina had a son that was a college freshman. Naturally, he was going to come back home eventually and become a hoseslave. I didn’t want the story to become too long and since I was planning to have Mark fuck his enslaved mother and father, I thought Gina having a son might be redundant. All reference to the son was edited out before Chapter 1 was posted. However, since Mark and Amy’s parents’ star-turn was axed, I wish I’d left Gina’s son in it. (The scene with Billy in this chapter originally was of Laura’s father and brother.) The lesson here is finish the entire story before posting chapters.
All things considered, I’m still satisfied with this ending. Despite the fact (or because of it) that many taboos have been broken and individuals’ minds overthrown, it’s as happy an ending I think as this genre allows.