Bunkmates

Even at an early age I was fascinated by pantyhose. The silky sheen and the soft feeling of nylon never failed to get me excited. Whenever I saw a woman wearing them I would stare at her silky legs and try to sneak peeks up her skirt or dress, becoming instantly aroused even by the slightest flash of control tops. I fantasized about them constantly and would sometimes even sneak into my mom’s or my sister’s underwear drawers just to get a close look at the mysterious fabric that had such a hold over me.

Then one day my aunt and uncle came for a visit. They lived far away and it was always a big deal when we saw them. They planned on staying for a week and everyone was excited except for my sister, Susan. She had a queen sized bed and had to give it up for our aunt and uncle to sleep in, which also meant she had to sleep in my room for the entire week. Of course she couldn’t complain to our Mom or Dad so she took it all out on me. Which was easy for her to do because she was older than I was and a lot more athletic, being into gymnastics and ice skating.

At the time my sister was considerably taller than I was. She had already had gone through a big growth spurt. She was 5" 5" with long toned legs and slender arms. She was also very popular too. I knew because there were always a lot of boys calling our house for her. My mom said it was because she was so pretty, with her big brown eyes and long blonde hair. But I knew it was really because of her big tits, which seemed to have developed almost overnight. She even started wearing sports bras because she was so self conscious about how big they had gotten. Occasionally I would try to peek at her while she was changing just to catch a glimpse of her massive chest, but she would always catch me, calling me a pervert or a little squirt.

Anyway, when it finally came time for us to share a bed together that first night I could hardly contain my excitement. I thought I might finally get a glimpse of her naked body. The chances were pretty good too because she always slept in the nude except for a large night shirt. I even hid a small flashlight beneath my pillow just in case I got a chance to peek under the covers. But to my surprise she didn’t wear her night shirt that evening. What she actually wore was much more than I ever could have hoped for.

When she came into my room she was wearing my Mom’s bathrobe. I guessed it was probably just because she was being shy around our aunt and uncle. Then, after she had closed the door, she untied the robe and let it fall to the floor. My jaw literally dropped open and I gaped in astonishment at what I saw. Instead of the large night shirt she usually wore she had on a bright pink belly shirt that barely covered her enormous tits, and a pair of shiny gold pantyhose, like the ones she wore with her ice skating outfits, and that was it!

“What? Did you think I was going to sleep next to you naked?” She asked, obviously misinterpreting the look on my face. “And stop staring at my legs, you can’t see anything anyway. The tights are opaque. See 3;” she said, showing off her legs to demonstrate. I watched in stunned silence as she turned this way and that, displaying her ass and her crotch for my inspection. The lower half of her body was practically glowing in its tight skin of shimmering nylon. It was true I couldn’t see anything though the opaque fabric, but I didn’t need to. Every inch and curve was outlined perfectly by the tight fitting nylon encasing her legs and ass. It was more than my young hormones could take and my cock instantly sprang to life, growing rock hard in seconds. “See 3;” she said triumphantly, twirling back around to face me. “You can’t see anything.”

My enormous hard-on was about to burst through my boxers, so as quickly as I could I got under the covers, not wanting her to see how turned-on she was making me. Even as I got situated I kept staring at her. I couldn’t keep my eyes off of her, and her tits were just as amazing as her legs. They looked huge in her tiny t-shirt against her skinny frame. I could even see the outline of her bare nipples, which were a lot larger than I thought they’d be. “God, you’re such a Perv!” she cried, noticing the way I leered at her. “I would’ve worn a bra to bed if they weren’t so damn uncomfortable to sleep in. So don’t try any of your tricks tonight. I see the way you’re always lurking around the bathroom when I’m in the shower, and don’t think I didn’t see the way you tried to look up my skirt tonight at dinner either. It doesn’t take that long to pick up a stupid fork!”

I was still too dazzled by the fact that she was standing there in nothing but a skimpy t-shirt and a pair of pantyhose to care that she was yelling at me. As long as she was dressed like that she could yell at me all she wanted. I just kept devouring her legs and her tits with my eyes until she finally gave up and sighed. Then she flipped off the lights and crawled into bed with me.

Unlike my sister’s bed, mine was only a single, so there wasn’t any room for us to move around. Immediately I could feel her silky tights against my bare legs. The sensation sent shivers all the way down my spine and up the shaft of my cock until it was pulsating painfully. I casually let one of my hands drift under the blankets until it accidentally came in contact with one of her silky thighs. It only lasted a few moments though because as soon as she felt my hand she started to kick me. “Keep on your own side you little squirt!” she yelled. “Don’t touch me! And hands on top of the covers where I can see them.” She started punching me too, and accidentally landed a blow to my crotch. I had to stifle a yell as my stiff dick throbbed in pain. After that I kept to my side, but I didn’t fall asleep, not yet anyway.

I laid awake for about an hour, watching the clock on my nightstand until I could hear the steady rhythm of my sister’s breathing. The whole time I never once lost my erection, and when I was sure she was fast asleep I turned to face her. She was lying on her side with her back to me. So as softly as I could I slipped my right hand under the covers and gently placed it on her upper thigh. I was nervous that she might wake up at any moment, but was exhilarated at the same time. When I saw that I hadn’t disturbed her I tried running my fingers up and down her nylon-clad legs, caressing her thighs, her knees and then the backs of her calves. It felt like heaven, and when she still didn’t wake up I took my flashlight from beneath my pillow and scooted down under the covers.

What I saw when I switched on the flashlight took my breath away. I felt like I had found the most valuable treasure in the universe. Her shiny gold tights were gleaming brightly in the strong light of my flashlight, and I passed the beam up and down the length of her long legs, slowly taking in every inch of her shiny pantyhose. Finally I let the light fall on her tight round butt, which was just inches away from my face. It looked so perfect and round encased in her hose that I just stared at it at first, but then I finally got up the courage to touch it, and when I did my cock twitched excitedly.

I placed my hand gently against her ass, first just enjoying the sensation of the nylon beneath my fingers, then I gently started to massage it, moving my hand from one perfect cheek to the other, enjoying the way the soft flesh gave beneath my touch. It was so intoxicating that before I realized what I was doing I found myself kissing my sister’s ass, and then I was licking it, running my tongue along her butt crack, tasting the nylon fabric. I could smell my sister’s body odor now too, but instead of recoiling I inhaled deeply, taking in the fragrant aroma.

I tried slipping my fingers between her thighs, but found I couldn’t because her legs were squeezed too close together. Then I froze, because all of a sudden I heard my sister moan, and then she started to shift position, rolling over slightly onto her stomach. My face was still pressed up against her ass and my hand was still between her thighs but I was too frightened to move. So I just held my breath until she finished moving. When she was done she had swung her right knee up towards her chest, and with the soft light of my flashlight I could see that she was now hugging her pillow.

I was still too afraid to move and stayed like that for some time. But I didn’t care, because now that her legs were parted I could easily see the small, reinforced crotch of her tights. I could even make out the distinct shape of her pussy outlined by the nylon, and after I was sure she was sleeping deeply again I slipped my fingers into the groove between the soft folds of her cunt. I started licking her behind again too, and kept my thumb firmly in the crack of her ass while I used my finger tips to slowly massage the lips of her pussy through her hose. At this point I was so consumed by my lust that I almost didn’t care if she did wake up. I even dropped my flashlight and started using my other hand to stroke my aching cock. The crotch of her hose started to become damp as I continued to work my fingers deeper into the groove of her silky mound, and when I started to smell the stench coming from her pussy I moved my hand away so I could start licking up the moisture coming through the nylon. With my hand free again I began caressing her long silky legs, and as I licked her pussy through her hose her stench grew stronger and stronger.

My sister’s breathing got a lot heavier too and I was afraid she might wake up. So I tried to stop myself, but it was already too late. I was racked by a violent spasm and I came, ejaculating thick ropes of cum all over my sister’s legs, and as I unleashed the rest of my load the bed started shaking. I couldn’t tell if it was because of me or my sister, and I noticed that her pantyhose weren’t just damp anymore, they were soaking wet. And still I came, squirting even more of my thick fluid over my sister’s legs.

Finally, after I stopped cumming and the bed stopped shaking I grabbed my flashlight. There were thick gobs of cum everywhere. It was all over the sheets as well as my sister’s thighs and calves, and when I saw how bad it was I started to panic. Desperately I tried to clean up the mess, but using my hands only made it worse, and I only managed to smear the thick fluid around her nylons even more. Frantically, without thinking, I started licking up the cum off of my sisters legs, using my own tongue as a sponge. As my panic died down I realized to my surprise that I hadn’t lost my erection, and found that I was just as excited as before. I actually enjoyed the taste of my own cum, and relished the sensation of licking it off of my sister’s silky legs.

When I was sure I had gotten all of it I flashed the light between my sister’s thighs, checking the condition of her hose around her pussy. She was half straddling her pillow now with her right leg pulled way up, and her legs were spread so far apart now that I could easily see the entire area around her crotch. Her tights were so wet that the thick nylon had actually become somewhat transparent, and I found myself staring at her pussy for the first time. I could even see dark pubic hair matted down beneath the damp nylon. With a sense of awe I slipped my fingers between the folds her pussy once again, and when I did the nylon made a wet squishy sound.

My sister’s breathing started to become heavy again as I continued to play with her pussy, and knew that it was only a matter of time before she woke up. So as quietly as I could I removed my hand and slipped my face between her thighs one last time, and as gently as I could I licked off the excess fluid that had come through her hose. It was a lot thicker than before and this time I could really taste it too. Then, after I thought I had sufficiently cleaned up the mess, I pulled away, quietly moving over to my side of the bed as far as I could, and slipped my flashlight beneath my pillow. Finally I drifted off to sleep.

I dreamt of an entire cheerleading squad that night, prancing around in nothing but shiny pantyhose and tight belly shirts, all of whom were cheering just for me. I was surrounded by them, naked except for a long flashlight that I was using to spotlight the girls as they danced. Then they were rubbing their bodies against mine, kissing me and wrapping their silky legs around me. My penis was rock hard and I played with myself as they took off their shirts, showing me their tits. Then they were on their knees in front of me, oohing and ahing about the size of my cock. Then they took turns touching it and holding it, and one of them was about to kiss it when I felt something cold against my penis.

Before I even opened my eyes I was aware of two things, that the blankets were pulled down around my ankles, and that my boxers were pulled down around my knees. When I finally opened them I saw my sister sitting next to me on the bed. But she wasn’t looking back at me. She was staring at my stiff cock, and the cold thing I had felt next to my penis was a metal ruler. My erotic dreams had apparently given me a morning woody the size of a giant oak, and my sister had apparently decided to measure the length of my hard shaft.

“It’s been like that for over an hour now.” She said, her eyes wide with amazement. “Is it always like that when you wake up?” I was so stunned that I didn’t know how to respond. So I just stared at her. She was still wearing her shiny gold tights, but instead of being all cleaned up like I thought they were, they were smeared with dry cum stains, and the crotch of her pantyhose, which I could easily see because she was sitting indian style, had a huge wet stain as well.

“Jenny says she saw Peter Jenkins thing once. She said it was the biggest one she ever saw, at least six and a half inches long.” I looked down at my cock then. My sister was still holding the ruler firmly against my swollen penis. “Kevin and I used to fool around a little too, but his was only about five inches, and not nearly as thick as yours.” The swollen head of my cock came to a stop at just under nine inches on the ruler.

Suddenly I became very aware of my sister’s grip around the shaft of my cock, and the memory of the previous evening kept coming back to me. Once again I let my gaze drift over my sister’s luscious body, and I noticed that her enormous breasts pushed her belly shirt out so far that from my vantage point I could easily see the lower half of her tits. As I stared up at them I could feel myself becoming even more turned-on.

“Jesus!” My sister exclaimed, and I looked over in time to see my cock grow another inch and a half, stopping a little over ten and a half inches. Then she looked at me in shock. “No wonder you’re such a perv! I guess you’re not such a little squirt after all.” Then she let go of the ruler and slowly began massaging my massive hard-on. It felt so good that I couldn’t help myself from moaning out loud. If she heard me she didn’t show it, and just continued stroking my throbbing penis.

“I was awake, you know,” she said casually. “last night. I knew you were going to try something so I stayed up. But I thought you were going to grab my tits like all the other boys. I wasn’t expecting 3;” Then she looked down at herself and her stained tights. “What is it about my legs anyway?” She asked. So I finally confessed, telling her about my fetish for pantyhose, and how much the nylon fabric turned me on.

“Really,” she said, letting go of my cock and straddling me. “You like the way this feels?” And she slipped her crotch down against my ragging hard-on and slowly began dry-humping my cock. The feeling of the slippery nylon against my sensitive organ sent tremors down my shaft. “ohgodohgod!” I cried. Never had I felt anything so wonderful. Then she grabbed the headboard above me and continued to grind her crotch against my manhood even harder.

“How’s that? You like that? You like the way my pantyhose feel against your big dick?” When she brought her arms up it lifted up her shirt, releasing her enormous breasts, and her tits were now swaying freely above my head. Without asking permission I reached up and grabbed them, feeling the soft pillowy flesh for the first time. “So you do like my tits after all,” she said, lifting her shirt off completely. “OohYes!” I cried as I greedily manhandled her big boobs. “Would you like to suck them?” She asked, lowering them to my face. Without answering I took her left nipple into my mouth and began sucking on it, flicking my tongue against its tip until it was as hard as my cock.

“Hmmm 3; you think you’re pretty good with that tongue of yours. Don’t you?” I barely heard her, and moved to her right breast, sucking on her other nipple until it was just as hard. The whole time she kept dry-humping my rigid pole, but it wasn’t exactly dry anymore. The crotch of her pantyhose had become just as soaked as it had been the night before, and I could tell without looking that the slick folds of her pussy were now molded around my rigid shaft.

“Suck my pussy, David. Like you did last night, through my tights.” She had shifted into a 69 position before I could even catch my breath, and was lowering her ass down onto my face. The sight of her pussy through her drenched pantyhose in the new morning light was the most glorious thing I had ever seen, and I hungrily pulled her ass the rest of the way down and quickly went to work eating out her cunt through her silky nylon crotch. The scent and taste were even stronger than the night before. My nose was buried deep in the crack of her ass and I could barely breathe, but I didn’t care. “GodOhGod!!! I’m cummminnngg!!!!” My sister screamed, and her hips bucked against my face violently over and over. “Eeeeghyaaahhh!!!” She yelled. Then a wave of thick fluid poured through the nylon fabric of her hose, covering my face. I licked up all I could, enjoying the sensation of the slick nylon against my tongue.

“Hmmmm 3;” My sister moaned in a satisfied way. Then to my surprise I felt her take hold of my penis and place it between her large breasts. Their soft flesh felt wonderful against the sensitive skin of my penis. Then I felt something else, something warm and wet around the tip of my cock, and knew immediately that it was my sister’s mouth. “Hmmmm 3;Urr Urnn,” she mumbled, and started sucking on my stiff dick. I had never received a blowjob before and always wondered what it would feel like, but never had I imagined anything as good as what my sister was doing to me. It felt incredible. We were still in the 69 position so I couldn’t really see was she was doing but I could feel her squeeze her tits around the base of my hard shaft as she took my cock down the back of her throat.

She had obviously had some experience at it too, because she sucked my cock as if she were born to it. “Shlloorrp! Hrruummph 3;Ullp.” She went, quickening her pace until she was fucking me with her mouth. It was too much for me to take and I started tearing at the crotch of her hose, and when I finally created a hole large enough to get my own mouth into I buried my tongue deep into her wet snatch, quickly locating her clit. She came up for air just long enough to scream “AAhh!GOD!Oohh!Fuckkk!!!” Then she dove back onto my cock, slurping and sucking loudly. “Urr 3;SHO 3;Umm 3;IGG 3;Ullpp!” She cried.

Suddenly someone was pounding on the door. “Hey in there!” Our mom yelled. “Will you kids settle down! You’re aunt says it sounds like the two of you are having sex in there for Pete’s sake!” My sister quickly slid my cock out of her mouth and swallowed hard. “Ulmph! Umph 3;Ahrry Aahmm! Ulp 3;We’ll be 3;quiet.” I would’ve said something too but I started cumming fast and hard. “Ugh 3;hey!” My sister said under her breath.

“Breakfast will be ready in five minutes,” our mother went on. “Yeah, Mom 3;Unngh 3;we’ll be 3;Uhng 3;right down 3;Jesus!!!” I tried to hold it in but it was useless, and continued to unleash more and more cum as I was racked with one violent spasm after another. “What was that?” Our mom asked through the door. “Ungh 3;Nothing!” My sister called back. Then, with our mother finally gone and my orgasm finally subsiding, my sister turned around to face me. “Jesus, David! Do you always cum like that?” She was squinting at me through thick globs of milky white cum. Her face was literally plastered with it. It was in her hair and all over her neck and chest. “Maybe I should keep calling you Squirt after all.”

To me she looked more beautiful than ever, drenched in cum and wearing nothing but a pair of torn stained pantyhose. “God, you’re beautiful.” I said with a sense of awe in my voice. “Hmmm 3;thanks Squirt.” She replied, licking cum off her pouty lips and smiling at me. “I guess I’ll have to start wearing pantyhose more often, huh?” She wiped the cum out of her eyes then and looked back down at my cock. To her surprise as well as my own it hadn’t gone down at all. In fact, it looked ever bigger.

“Fuck!” My sister exclaimed. “How 3;? Where’s the ruler?” And as my sister crawled around the bed looking for the ruler I got off the bed and stood up, stepping out of my boxers. “Will you really wear pantyhose for me?” I asked excited. “Yeah, yeah 3;anything.” She said finding the ruler. “Would you wear your black hose today, the ones with the seams?” She was kneeling in front of me now, on the bed, placing the ruler against my erect penis. “Sure, sure 3;whatever you want.” My heart was pounding now so fast and hard that I could barely hear her over my own heartbeat. “And your pink dress 3;the short one with the tight top 3;” My balls were tightening painfully now, and my cock was throbbing so hard I could actually see the veins pulsating along my thick shaft. Suddenly my cock was stretching past the end of the twelve inch ruler, and my manhood swelled up until it was almost as thick as my wrist. My sister’s eyes went wide with amazement and she looked up at me in shock, dropping the ruler. Her voice was small, almost childlike as she replied, “ 3;i 3;i haven’t worn that dress for over a year 3;it 3;it’s so small 3;it barely fit me even back then 3;i 3;” She looked back at my monstrous hard-on, realizing even before I did what was about to happen. “ 3;okay 3;i’ll wear it.” She said in a resigned, almost obedient way. “ 3;i’ll wear whatever you want.”

I reached out then and grabbed her legs, flipping her roughly onto her back. “Oohh!” She yelped. Then I grabbed her ankles and yanked her towards me until her ass was on the edge of the bed. It was like I was in a dream, watching myself. I knew what I was doing was wrong but I felt like I had no control over my own actions. I was completely consumed by my lust for my older sister and my fetish for pantyhose. “And your pink shoes 3;” I started, but my sister stopped me, finishing my sentence for me. “ 3;the ones with the open toes 3;and the really high heels 3;yeah, i know the ones you want.” I lifted her legs and wrapped her ankles around my neck, taking time to admire her dainty feet and nylon-clad toes. “Hmmmm 3;” My sister cooed, and placed her right foot against my mouth, smashing her toes against my nostrils. I inhaled deeply, enjoying the intoxicating aroma. “anything else you want me to wear?” she asked coyly. “ 3;or not wear?” And as she smiled up at me, teasing me with her feet, I lined the tip of my cock up with the hole I had created in the crotch of her hose, placing the large crown of my penis against the lips of her swollen pussy. “You know what I want.” I said, and plunged my hard cock deep into my sister’s cunt.

“UNGHH!!! 3;OOOOhhhGAAWWD!!!” She screamed as I quickly sunk six inches of my manhood into her wet hole. But then her pussy became incredibly tight as the walls of her vagina squeezed down on my thick shaft. It felt incredible, but I wanted more. I grabbed her thighs and pulled her toward me, forcing myself deeper inside her. “Uhhgh!! 3;ohgodohgodohgod!!!” I felt her vagina expand as I worked my cock deeper and deeper into her slippery cunt. She reached out, clawing at the sheets screaming. “UUUhhnghFUCKkk!!” I now had nine inches buried into her wet pussy, but it still wasn’t enough. So I started thrusting my hips, jabbing at her tight snatch with my rigid pole, and with every push I could feel her pussy expanding and stretching to accommodate my massive sex organ.

“Daaviid 3;Uhgh!! 3;Yerr 3;Ungh!! 3;soOH! 3;Unghh!! 3;Buh 3;BUhh!! 3;BIIIIGG!! 3;Uhh 3;OhhGodOhGodOHHHGHAAWDD!!!!!” Suddenly it was like a damn broke and a tidal wave of warm fluid poured over my shaft and down my balls. And as my sister came I realized my cock wasn’t meeting with anymore resistance. She was so wet and my cock was so lubricated now that I could finally slide my entire length deep inside her vagina. Excited, I leaned over her, stretching her legs way above her head. She must have known what I was up to because she grabbed her ankles and held them there, spreading her legs far apart in a large ‘V.’ I took just a moment to admire my sister’s perfect body, her enormous chest glistening with my already spent cum, and her beautiful long legs sheathed in a skin of shiny nylon.

“ 3;do it, david.” My sister whispered. “fuck me 3;fuck me as hard as y 3;” and then I was pounding all of my twelve plus inches in and out of my sister’s cunt, burying it to the hilt each time, and as I fucked her I kept increasing the speed and power of my thrusts. My sister threw her head back, grunting and panting. “YES! 3;YES! 3;FUCKME! 3;OhGodDavid 3;it’s so huge! 3;it feels soo goood!! 3;pleease don’t stop! Don’t stop!!”

And I didn’t stop, I kept ramming into her like a jackhammer, slamming my balls against her ass, fucking her harder and harder until the bed shook. “Susan! David!! What the Hell’s going on up there?” Our mom yelled up the stairs. But I barely heard her, and instead of stopping I flipped my sister over like a rag doll, grabbed the waistband of her pantyhose, and impaled her wet hole from behind, fucking her doggy style. “AVID! 3;UNNGH!! 3;ANT! 3;UUHNG!! 3;OP 3;Ungh!! 3;UMMINGG!!!!” My sister hadn’t even heard our mother at all. “What!” Came my mom’s voice, closer now.

I was close now too. I could feel my balls swelling with cum, building more and more pressure until my mind was reeling. Then I remembered how I couldn’t see my sister’s face as she sucked on my cock, and suddenly I wanted more than anything to watch her swallow my cum. So I pulled my sister by the hair, roughly turning her around and throwing her off the bed, and once I had her on her knees I stuffed my cock down her throat. She didn’t seem to mind me manhandling her and quickly sucked down my hard shaft, relaxing her throat muscles to take in as much of my long thick dick as she could.

“Damnit, will somebody answer me in there!” My mom was pounding on the door now, and I felt sure that she was going to come in and catch us. But there was no stopping us now. We were way past the point of no return, especially me. “eeeyyeeaauunnhhhgg!! 3;Uhngg! 3;kuh 3;kuhh 3;ckKCUUUMMMINNGG MOTHHERRR!!!!” I screamed, exploding into my sister’s mouth like a fire hose. My vision blurred and I doubled over, grabbing my sister’s shoulders for support. She was having problems too. She couldn’t keep up with the torrent of cum that I was releasing down her throat. “ULLLP!! GGUhhlph! Ummph!! OohAwd!!” She slurped and sucked, swallowing as fast and hard as she could. But it was too much for her and soon cum was spraying out of her nose and gushing out of her mouth around my cock. “Gaahhh!! 3;UHhg 3;AAgghhhkk!!” My sister choked, falling to her hands and knees, gasping for breath as cum continued to spill out of her mouth, pouring down her chin and splashing against her bare chest.

I still wasn’t finished though, and quickly ejaculated twice across my sister’s face, blinding her. Dazed and disoriented, she got back up on her knees again just as I released two more loads, this time across her naked tits. “ghuh 3;uhh 3;muh 3;” she mumbled, reaching out blindly, groping for my cock. “Looking for this?” I asked, slapping her across the face with my long rod. She grabbed the base of my cock and guided it back to her mouth, taking to it like a baby to a pacifier. Then she deep throated me, sliding at least ten inches of my dripping cock into her mouth all at once. “Uunngh!! 3;oooOhhYESS!!” I cried, and my sister moaned with pleasure as she squeezed my balls and sucked on my pole. To my surprise I started cumming yet again, but not quite so hard, and this time my sister was able to keep up with me, swallowing all the cum that pumped out of my cock and balls.

“David? Is that you?” came my mother’s voice again. “ 3;eeyuhgh!! 3;yeah, Mom.” I said. “Sorry 3;Hmmph 3;we were just 3;ehhugh 3;playing around 3;Ungh 3;uhh 3;we’ll be right down 3;hmmph 3;okay?” I could tell our mom was deciding whether to come into the room or not, and I think instinctively she knew it might be better if she didn’t. What you don’t know can’t hurt you, right? “Umm 3;okay.” She finally replied. “Uhh 3;take your time.” The whole time my sister never even acknowledged our mother, preferring to suck on my dick instead. Still blinded by a face full of cum herself, she slowly started cleaning off my cock by licking every last drop of cum from my shaft and balls. Finally spent, my erection finally started to go down. Wiping the cum from her eyes my sister looked longingly at it, disappointed that it was over.

Then she looked up at me and smiled. “Do you want me to put on my black pantyhose now? And my pink dress?” She asked, sounding like an eager puppy trying to please her master, and as I looked down at her I couldn’t find any part of her that wasn’t covered with cum. Thick globs of the thick white fluid were dripping from her entire body, covering every inch of her. “Uhh 3;why don’t you take a shower first.” I replied, but she just got this big smile on her face and started to giggle. “heehee 3;I feel like I just did, you Big Squirt.”

It all started innocently enough, by accident really. In fact, if it hadn’t been for that damn presentation it probably wouldn’t have happened at all. You see, I’m an architect, and I was gearing up for a really big meeting which was about two weeks away when my life took an unexpected turn.

I had just arrived home from work with a load of notes, diagrams and a scale model of the proposed project which I would be pitching at the big presentation. As a woman in her late 30’s I’ve had to work particularly hard to get where I am, so it wasn’t unusual for me to bring my work home with me. Of course the day had been filled with one long meeting after another to discuss the firm’s plan of attack. So needless to say, when I finally pulled into my own driveway I was bushed, and was looking forward to getting out of my work clothes and into a hot bath.

At the time I was wearing an expensive silk blouse, a light grey business jacket and short skirt, as well as an expensive pair of black pumps and tan hose. Even though it was Casual Friday I still preferred a more professional look. Again, as a woman trying to get ahead I would never allow myself the luxury of dressing down just for my own comfort. So, while adjusting my glasses and feeling particularly proud of myself, I stepped out of my car.

Carrying all of my notes, diagrams and that scale model was cumbersome to say the least, and I had to constantly jockey everything from one arm to the other as I made my way to the front door. By some feat of magic I managed to pull my keys out of my purse and slip the correct one into the door, but I had to lift my left leg as I did, to help support the model with my knee. As the door slid open I almost fell forward. So I quickly arched my back, hiking my leg up a little higher to maintain my balance. If I had taken the time to notice, I would have realized that my short skirt was now riding up dangerously high on my thighs.

“Hi Mom!” My son said, greeting me from his usual place on the living room floor. As usual he was sprawled out in front of the TV with his head down buried in his homework, wearing his favorite t-shirt and a pair of nylon running shorts. Why he didn’t just do his homework in his own room I never knew. My husband, who was sitting at the dining room table, which was our version of a home office, was so engrossed in his own work that he didn’t even hear me come in. The only one missing from the family was my daughter, who was currently away on Spring Break with some of her college friends.

“Uh 3;Could somebody give me a hand?” I asked. My son, always the joker in the family, started giving me a loud round of applause. But when he finally looked up at me he stopped clapping, probably after seeing the look on my face. “Never mind.” I said, getting a little annoyed. “If you’re going to be like that I’ll just do it myself.” So I got what I thought was a pretty good hold on all my stuff, put my leg down, and entered the living room. My son David was lying directly in my path, but I was still a little annoyed with him, so instead of asking him to move I just took a giant step right over his head and all of his homework.

As you can guess that giant step proved a little too much for me, and as soon as my right foot was over my son’s head I began to loose my balance. Letting go of a few notes and diagrams, I instinctively arched my back again, bringing my right knee up to support the model. This time I did notice my skirt as it practically shot up around my ass, and suddenly I was acutely aware of the fact that my son had a worm’s eye view up my skirt. Even though I couldn’t see him over the model, I could practically feel his gaze roving up and down my long legs. I tried desperately to remember if I had put on any panties that morning, and couldn’t for the life of me. Thankfully I was wearing a pair of control top pantyhose, so at the very least I knew there was something covering up the exposed area around my crotch.

“ 3;uh David?” I pleaded. “A little help?” Even though I had regained my balance I was afraid to move. Even if my son could see up my skirt a little I couldn’t take the chance of allowing the scale model to crash to the floor. I’d lose my job if I let anything happen to it. So I held my ground, standing over my son like some kind of overgrown flamingo. “ 3;Umm, David?” I asked again after a moments pause.

“ 3;uh, yeah Mom. Just a sec.” Finally, after what seemed like days, David’s head popped up into view as he stood up and quickly took hold of the other side of the model for me, but it must have been leaning to the side for too long because one of the taller structures was starting to break under it’s own weight. “It’s no good.” I said frantically. “We’re going to have to set it down right here before anything else happens to it.” So very slowly and very carefully David and I began to lower the model, but before we got too far I paused.

“Something wrong?” My son asked. “Uh 3;no. Nothing’s wrong.” I replied, trying not to sound too anxious, but there actually was something wrong. Because I suddenly realized that the only way to get the damn thing down was by squatting down with it. It was too wide and heavy to be set down any other way. Oh well, I finally thought to myself, there was nothing to be done about that now. So I said, “okay 3;easy now.” And we began lowering it again. Of course, if I had taken the time to notice, I would have realized that my son was just as nervous as I was.

So each of us began squatting down with the model, fanning out our knees to accommodate it’s awkward shape and size, and as soon as it was down past our waists I quickly became aware of two things, that my control tops did nothing to hide the fact that I hadn’t put on any panties, and that my son had one of the biggest damn cocks I’d ever seen. Both of us stopped dead in our tracks, caught like two deers stunned by the lights of an oncoming car, with my son staring at my naked pussy through only a sheer layer of nylon, and me staring directly at my son’s growing erection, which was pushing straight out against the silky fabric of his running shorts.

I knew that my son had a decent sized penis. The way he strolled around the house in those shorts all the time I’d be blind not to. But my God! I had never seen him hard before, and even though he was only semi-erect, it looked like his cock was already a good eight to nine inches long. Catching my breath a little I took a look at my son’s face, which was still glued to my crotch. “um 3;David?” I prodded. “Can we just get this over with please? My legs are starting to ache.”

David blinked a couple of times and looked up at me, dazed and confused. “uh 3;what?” He asked.

“The model 3;” I said softly, suddenly afraid that my husband might over hear me. “Remember?” And as I tried to get my son’s attention back to the task at hand I snuck a peak in my husband’s direction, trying to see if he was watching us. Luckily the dining room table was so large that he couldn’t see over it, and squatting down as we were I couldn’t see his face either, only his waist and legs beneath the table. I shouldn’t have worried, though. When he’s working like that he’s so focused on what he’s doing that he doesn’t notice anything around him, just like I get when I’m working.

“Mom 3;?” My son asked.

“Oh 3;uh, yeah.” I replied, and the two of us began setting down the model again the rest of the way, even more slowly and gingerly than before. As we did we each had to part our legs even further apart until we were both spread eagle, and when we finally got the model down on the ground two things happened. My skirt slid the rest of the way up around my waist and my son’s hard cock pushed it’s way out from the bottom of his shorts. When it finally gained it’s freedom it popped straight up in the air like a flag pole, taller, prouder, and more majestic than any of the other structures on my scale model. All it needed was an American flag.

My son’s penis was amazing to say the least. It had to be over ten inches long 3;had to be, and it was thick too. It looked absolutely massive! And the crown of his penis was all purple and swollen, and the shaft looked smooth and 3;

“Mom?” My son asked, the sound of his voice finally breaking me out of my trance. “uh 3;what?” I replied, a little dazed and confused myself. “Umm 3;Can I let go now? Can I 3;uh 3;you know, get up?” Get up? I thought to myself. How much more ‘Up’ did he think he could get? “Oh!” I exclaimed, finally realizing what he had meant. “Sure, honey. You can 3;um, let go now.”

But my eyes never left my son’s penis. Even after he let go of the model and slowly stood up, I watched, practically spellbound as he took hold of his long thick shaft and slipped it back into his shorts. The thing was so damn big it took him a couple of times to actually get it all back in, and even then the silky nylon of his running shorts did very little to hide it. In fact, they actually made it look even more defined 3;even bigger, somehow.

After he put it away I half expected him to excuse himself and bolt out of the room. He was obviously embarrassed by what had just happened, but something was holding him back, keeping him riveted to the spot where he was standing. Then I quickly realized that I was still squatting down with my own legs fanned far out to the sides, with my skirt up around my waist. Looking down I could see that my pussy, sitting just above the small cotton panel in my hose, was being spread apart by the taught fabric of my pantyhose stretching across my lap. The bright pink flesh of my labia was more than visible, as was the small wet spot just above my clit. To my surprise, the only thought running through my head was that I hadn’t taken the time to trim my pubic hair that morning, and was embarrassed by the fact that my son could see my razor stubble, and the long wisps of pubic hair that were curling their way through the nylon mesh of my pantyhose. “Oh 3;um 3;sorry.” I said, standing up just a little too fast.

“You 3;um 3;have a run 3;in your hose.” My son said, pointing at my legs. But I hardly heard him, because suddenly I felt light headed, and when I looked down again I became dizzy, experiencing an attack of vertigo. As I searched for the run my son had mentioned I noticed that my skirt was up around my waist, and wondered how it had gotten that way. “Maybe you should sit down.” My son was telling me. But he sounded like he was talking out of a cell phone with a bad connection. “uh 3;let me call you back.” I replied dreamily. “I have a run in my pantyhose.” Then I was falling into my son’s arms, and the last thing I felt before I passed out completely was my son’s hard cock as it pressed up against the back of my nylon covered ass.

*****

The next thing I knew I was lying down on my own bed, and when I opened my eyes my husband was coming into our bedroom with a glass of water and some aspirin. “You really shouldn’t work so hard.” My husband was saying. “You’ll wind up in a hospital if you’re not careful.” I was still a little foggy about what had just happened and was trying desperately to piece it back together. “Where’s David?” I asked. “He was telling me something 3;”

“Don’t worry about him right now.” My husband replied, handing me the glass of water. “Just get some rest for now.” After he had handed me the aspirin he left the bedroom, shutting the door behind him and leaving me alone to rest. When he was finally gone I casually reached down and lifted the hem of my skirt, and there, running along the inside of my left thigh all the way up to the crotch of my pantyhose was a very large, nasty run. I took the aspirin without thinking, and swallowed the entire glass of water in one gulp. ‘Oh God!’ I thought to myself. ‘Did that just really happen?’ And then I was thinking about it again 3;picturing my son’s penis 3;my son’s very Large penis 3;my son’s incredibly Huge penis 3;my son’s Fucking Monster of a Cock, penis! I had only seen one other dick as big as his in all my life, and the more I thought about it, the more my son reminded me of the man it had belonged to.

Not wanting to dwell on the past, I tried to push away those memories as I got up to draw my bath. As the water poured into the tub I shrugged off my clothes, and when I finally peeled off my pantyhose I casually tossed them in the direction of the waist basket, not even giving them a second thought. After my bath I felt a lot more relaxed, it had all been just an accident anyway. No harm done, just a little titillation really. David’s just a horny teenager after all, he couldn’t help himself from becoming aroused by what he had seen. It’s not like he was actually turned on by me. I’m his mother for Pete’s sake.

Anyway, after I had dried myself off I slipped into my bathrobe and went downstairs for a light snack. Like before, my son was sprawled out on the living room floor, but he must have gotten all of his homework done because his books were gone now, and his eyes were glued to the TV. He must have heard me come down the stairs because he looked up, and then just as quickly looked away. I knew he was still embarrassed. I was too, and I wanted to say something to him that would soothe him, so I stopped momentarily before going into the kitchen. But what was I going to say? “I’m sorry you saw my pussy?” or “I’m sorry I stared at your big dick?”

“ 3;uh, David.” I began, but my son stopped me. “It’s okay, Mom. Really.” He said. “I 3;uh, I’m just guna go up to bed now if that’s okay.” I looked down at my son, realizing for the first time how mature he had become. Instinctively I tightened my grip on my robe, suddenly all too aware that I was completely naked underneath. “Sure, honey.” I said. “I’ll see you in the morning.” So I headed back toward the kitchen, but just before I left the living room altogether something made me turn back. I was just in time to see my son bounding up the stairs two at a time, his semi-erect penis bouncing and wagging out in front of him the whole way.

With the image of my son’s penis still fresh in my mind, I made my way into the kitchen and poured myself a cup of coffee. I stayed awake for a long time watching all of the late shows, but to be honest, I wasn’t really paying any attention to them. Instead, I was wondering if I should finally have the big ‘talk’ with my son, considering what had happened. However, I finally I decided that it might be best if I just let it go. So after what felt like one of the longest nights of my life, I finally retired, going back upstairs to join my husband, who had already gone to bed. But once I was upstairs I paused outside my son’s room, and then did something that I hadn’t done since he’d been a child. I opened his door and poked my head in to check on him.

The light from the hallway spilled into the room, pouring across the floor and over my son’s bed, softly illuminating his prone body. He lay on his back with his chest exposed, his covers only coming up to his waist. Fearing he might catch a cold, I stole quietly into the room with the intention of covering him up. But as I stood over him I paused, taking a moment to admire his youthful good looks.

David had always been small for his age, but after he turned eighteen just a few short months ago he had begun sprouting up like a weed, getting taller everyday. And now, looking down at his partially exposed body, I could see that his chest and shoulders were beginning to fill out as well, and knew that he must be getting stronger by the day.

His sister Susan, however, had developed much more quickly, turning into an almost mirror image of myself overnight. It’s almost uncanny at times 3;looking at her, with those big brown eyes and her long blonde hair, the long legs and the big tits. Just like me at that age. Of course I keep my hair much shorter now for the sake of convenience, and I’m not nearly as skinny as my daughter is anymore. I have lot more curves on me now, and although I’m not fat by any means, I do have much fuller hips and thicker thighs, and strong well rounded calf muscles that can only come from years of walking around in high heels. My tits had become riper with age as well, swelling up like two huge melons. Where my daughter was just starting to wear D cups, I had been sporting 38DD’s for years.

I had used my good looks over the years to my advantage as well, to help climb my way up the corporate ladder. What were a few blowjobs and one night stands to me anyway, compared to a six figure salary. I had also used my sexuality to land my husband. Although he was fifteen years my senior and had a penis the size of a dried fig, he was loaded to the gills. My daughter, on the other hand, seemed to be just giving it away, because lately she had been dressing like a total slut, a complete and utter whore, parading around in nothing but tight dresses and skimpy outfits. I couldn’t even remember the last time I had seen her wearing a bra. Thank God for David, I thought to myself. Lately they had become a lot closer and I was grateful that she had at least one stable relationship in her life.

The clock on my son’s nightstand told me that it was half past two, and suddenly I realized that I must have been standing there staring at him for quite some time. So I reached out for the blanket to cover him up. But then something caught my eye, something not quite right. The waistband of my son’s boxers didn’t look like boxers at all, and as I raised the blankets that were covering my son’s waist I swallowed hard, afraid of what I might find. My suspicions were quickly confirmed, however, when I saw that my son David was wearing pantyhose!

I stared down in disbelief as I pulled back the covers. Once they were down around his ankles I sat down next to him on the edge of his bed. My son’s penis, just like my pussy had been, was visible beneath a sheer layer of thin nylon. His control top pantyhose, which were tan in color, were just like the ones I had been 3;

Looking down, I quickly scanned my son’s legs, already knowing what I’d find there. Running along the inside of his left thigh all the way up to the crotch of his pantyhose was a very large, nasty run. He was wearing the pantyhose I had on earlier! He must of fished them out of the waist basket in my bathroom before going to bed. But why would he want to wear them to bed?

And then I saw it. I couldn’t believe I had missed it until just now. A fresh cum stain, a big one too, was running down the length of my son’s right leg. It became obvious then why he had taken them. He must have used the pantyhose to stimulate himself while he masturbated. I could almost see him in my minds eye, pulling the nylon leg over his long shaft like a sheathe, then jacking off until he shot his load, filling my pantyhose up with his young seed. I wondered what he must of been thinking of at that moment, when he finally came, but of course I knew the answer to that. He had been thinking of me, squatting down in our living room with my legs spread apart like a common whore.

Suddenly unconscious of what I was doing, I lazily traced the run in his hose with one of my long finger nails all the way up to his crotch, and when I came to his balls I raked my nail across one of his testicles. His cock sprang to life instantly, twitching visibly under the nylon. Then I watched in thrall as his flaccid penis began to grow. It was slow at first, struggling against the snug fabric of the pantyhose, but when I raked all of my nails across his tight ball sack his cock literally jumped, gaining momentum and rapidly forcing its way upward, inch by incredible inch.

My son was breathing heavier now, and his eyes were moving rapidly beneath their lids, indicating to me that he had begun dreaming. Then a soft moan escaped his lips and his legs parted slightly. But instead of taking my hand away from his crotch I slid it down between his silky thighs, cupping his balls and gently massaging them in the palm of my hand. They were emanating so much heat that it was like holding onto two hot coals which could ignite at any time.

That’s when a glint of light beneath my son’s bed caught my eye. Taking my attention away from his cock for just a moment, I peered down where it was coming from and quickly discovered what it was. A metal ruler, twelve inches long by the look of it, was laying on the floor. Someone had apparently dropped it and left it there. Without thinking I leaned over, paying no attention to the way my large breasts spilled out my robe, and picked up the ruler. I couldn’t help myself. The temptation was too great. So as gently as I could, I laid the ruler down along side of my son’s growing shaft.

I wouldn’t have believed it if I hadn’t seen it with my own two eyes. My son’s penis was measuring at just under twelve inches long, but just to be certain I gave his balls a slight squeeze. His cock responded immediately and I was rewarded by seeing the purple head of his thick dick swell past the end of the ruler. I had to mark the spot and move the ruler up some, but now my son’s cock was measuring at exactly thirteen and a half inches long. A low gasp escaped my lips. “ 3;daddy?” I breathed, not even realizing until after I said it that I had been thinking of him the whole time. In complete shock, I let the metal ruler drop from my hand.

My father had died well before my son was born, and I hadn’t thought about him in a long time. I had loved him very much when he was alive, so had my sister. In fact, we had fought over his affections so much so that it wasn’t long before we began expressing it physically. At first it was just with an innocent hug here or a harmless kiss there, but eventually we began prolonging the hugs, and kissing him more deeply. Then we began dressing up for him too, more and more provocatively every day. Until one day he told us that he wanted to show us something 3;something special. That was the first time either of us had ever seen a man’s penis, and we had clawed, scratched and kicked at each other for the chance to be the first one to touch it 3;to kiss it 3;to suck it. At the time we had just assumed that every man was over ten inches long.

‘My sister’s going to so jealous!’ I thought to myself as I leaned forward, gleefully pressing my lips up against the base of my son’s enormous cock.

Suddenly I froze. What the Hell was I doing? This was my son for Pete’s sake! I had no right to touch him this way, and I wasn’t even attracted to him. Not sexually, anyway. Was I? And then I felt something brushing up against my lips, and realized that I could feel my son’s pulse, the life’s blood which I gave to him, coursing through the thick vein along his rigid shaft. Even through the nylon fabric of the pantyhose I could feel his heart pounding like a steel drum 3;or was it mine? And with my son’s cock still throbbing against my lips, begging to be touched 3;begging to be loved, I felt my will power slowly begin to fade.

I knew it would only be a matter of time too, before I succumbed to my new found passion for my son, and decided It would be better if I left before anything else happened. But before I left I couldn’t help myself from lowering my face to his throbbing member one last time, and kissed the tip of his swollen cock. It was almost as if it sensed I was leaving because it pushed up against the nylon fabric of my son’s hose, meeting my lips as I kissed it. I could tell it wanted me to stay longer, because it began to press up even more firmly, parting my lips as it did and forcing its way into my open mouth. My tongue, like a serpent coming out of its lair, slipped down and wrapped itself around the huge purple head of my son’s over sized cock.

My own head came down further as well, as I took even more of my son’s nylon covered beast into my mouth. I began squeezing his balls again too, and it wasn’t long before I felt the first drops of precum as they oozed out of his cock. I smiled to myself as I nuzzled the tip of my tongue into the eye of my son’s penis, licking the cum off the nylon and tasting his young seed for the very first time.

Of course, by this time David was moaning loudly, and I knew he was on the verge of waking up. So I reluctantly stopped manipulating his cock with my mouth and released his balls from my grip. Then, getting up quickly, I quietly stole out of his room, just as I had come in. As quietly as I could I closed the door behind me, and once I was out in the hallway again I made my way to my own room, but just like before, something made me stop and turn back. Then I heard it, a loud groan followed by an even louder grunt, emanating from my son’s room. He had finally woken up, violently too by the sounds of it. Smiling to myself I slipped into my own bedroom and got into bed next to my husband, and as I drifted off to sleep I savored the taste of my son’s cum, which was still on the tip of my tongue. Not to my surprise, it wasn’t salty at all like most men’s. In fact, it was very sweet. Sweet 3;just like Daddy’s.

*****

To be continued 3;Allow me to apologize first for leaving you all hanging. My life has been very hectic of late and I haven’t had much time to write. So I’m very sorry for the delay, and for any anxiety I may have caused you poor men. What you must think of me 3;leaving you all like that, with a bad case of blue balls and your hard dicks just aching for release. I hope you all can forgive me.

But before you continue reading you may want to go back and read the last part of the story just to refresh your memories, since the following chapter takes place right after part II.

Again, my apologies for the delay.

—Roxy


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I slept in late the following morning, and when I finally got out of bed both my husband and son were already gone for the day, off doing whatever it is they did on a Saturday afternoon. Seizing the moment, I decided to do a little investigating. So I grabbed my robe, crept down the hallway and snuck back into my son’s bedroom.

I didn’t even bother with the more obvious hiding places, like under the bed or in my son’s underwear drawer. Like every good mother I knew exactly where my children kept their secrets hidden. Normally I would never consider invading my son’s privacy, but I didn’t care. This was way more important, and besides 3;I was on a mission.

I quickly found what I was looking for in the back of my son’s closet in a box marked Comics. What I was looking for, of course, was the pair of pantyhose that my son had been wearing the night before. What I didn’t expect to find when I opened the box, however, were the dozens of other pairs that were stuffed into it as well. I recognized many of them right away as being my own, and suddenly it dawned on me that my son must have been pilfering pantyhose from my room for years! I recognized many pairs of my daughter’s pantyhose and tights as well. Most of which were stained with cum or had the reinforced crotches torn out.

I originally thought that my son had worn my ruined pair from the day before because of what had happened, and because wearing them made him feel closer to me in some strange way. But I knew now that it ran much deeper than that. My son David had a fetish for pantyhose, and a big one too by the looks of things. Suddenly it all started to make sense. No wonder he had gotten so hard when he had seen up my skirt. He couldn’t help it 3;the poor boy, and it had nothing to do with the fact that I was his mother. It was the fact that I had been wearing pantyhose that had turned him on so much. Of course, the fact that I hadn’t been wearing panties probably didn’t help matters either.

Other things started falling into place as well, like the way my son was always dropping things at the dinner table whenever I happened to be wearing short skirts or dresses, and the way he always seemed to be lurking around when I was changing, finding one stupid reason or another to come into my room to ask me something. Being his mother, it never occurred to me that he might be doing it just to see me naked, or in his particular case, to see me in my pantyhose. Now that I thought about it, I had caught him looking at my legs hundreds of times, in the car or around the house, but I had never given it a second thought.

Then there was his sister, Susan. David followed her around constantly growing up, even though she tormented him. I always thought he was just a glutton for punishment, but the truth was he couldn’t help himself. Susan had always looked hot, and she often wore pantyhose. David especially liked to hang out at the ice skating rink to watch Susan and her friends skate. But it wasn’t because he liked ice skating. It was because he liked watching them in their skimpy ice skating outfits and their shiny tights. I knew it was true too, I had all the proof I needed right there. Reaching into my son’s box of pantyhose I picked out a pair of my daughter’s shiny gold tights. The shimmery fabric was somewhat faded, however, because every inch of the nylon was completely covered with dry cum stains. ‘My son’s really got it bad.’ I thought to myself.

If I had wanted to, I probably could’ve just closed the lid on that box and forgotten about the whole affair, and that would’ve been the end of it. But the memory of the night before was still vivid in my mind, and the sweet taste of my young son’s cum still lingered on my lips. Without thinking I picked out the pair of pantyhose my son had been wearing the night before and held them up to my face, inhaling deeply. David must of climaxed really hard after I had left his room because the smell of cum was still strong and heavy. Then, after realizing that the pair of hose was still damp, I placed the crotch into my mouth and began sucking the moisture from the nylon fabric. “Hmmmm 3;” I purred, enjoying the taste.

I knew then that there wasn’t any point in denying it. I wanted my son 3;wanted him badly, and my mind slowly began working on ways to seduce him. Looking up I noticed another box marked Comics and quickly reached for it. There were a few more pairs of pantyhose in the box, but unlike the others they were brand new. Some were even in their original packaging. Mostly however, the box was full of smutty magazines. Not surprisingly, they weren’t the typical ones that I was familiar with, like Playboy or Penthouse. These were hard core fetish magazines, with names like Leg Show and Leg Action. There were even a few japanese magazines with strange names like Pan-Sto Freak and Legs Queen. I quickly scanned each of them, trying to glean any information I could about my son’s fetish, to gain any insights that might aid me in my plan to seduce him.

When I finally left my son’s bedroom I was so hot and horny from reading all of his magazines that I had to go back into my room to masturbate. When I got there I took a pair of my own pantyhose from out of my dresser and stuffed it up my pussy, using it to manipulate myself the way my son obviously had done with his pantyhose. The whole time I fantasized that he was fucking me with his enormously long cock, and when I finally came I was screaming out his name.

Of course the first thing I did after I got dressed was to head straight to the mall. If I was going to be serious about seducing my eighteen year old son I was going to need an entirely new wardrobe. Not that the clothes I wore weren’t sexy enough, any man with a set of eyes could tell you that. No, what I needed was a makeover that was more suited to my son’s wants and needs, more catered to his fetish. So with that in mind, I headed to the first hosiery department I could find. In fact, I went to each and every one of them, from Nordstrom’s to Bloomingdale’s, from Macy’s to Sak’s, and finally to the grand daddy of them all, Victoria’s Secret.

Before I had always bought Legg’s or Hanes brand pantyhose, because It had never occurred to me that men could be so obsessed with nylon. But now that I knew about my son’s fetish for pantyhose I was buying all kinds of hosiery, like DKNY and Donna Karan, Givenchy and Hue, Calvin Klein and of course, Victoria’s Secret. There was also a brand that I had just read about that morning in my son’s leg magazines, something called Peavey brand pantyhose. I bought them all, and within a few hours I had spent close to a thousand dollars on hosiery alone, and I was just getting started.

Next, I bought a whole range of new outfits, each one tighter and sluttier than the next. Of course I didn’t try on anything unless the fabric it was made from had a high content of lycra, spandex or nylon. None of the dresses or skirts came down lower than mid-thigh either, unless it had a slit going up to my waist. The tops were all low cut as well. It had been a while since I had really showcased my big boobs and ample cleavage, but that was all going to change.

I bought a lot of new lingerie as well, from lacy bras and panties to tight fitting corsets and teddies. Most importantly though, I bought a new satin robe, something I could wear around the house at night to replace that huge thing I had been wearing. The satin robe was a shiny crimson red and was so short that it barely covered my hips. I purposely bought it a size too small as well, because I liked the way my huge breasts kept pushing their way out of it after I tied it around my waist. After making my purchase, I smiled to myself and headed off in search of some new shoes.

As I strutted through the mall I noticed that a lot of the men were staring at me. I couldn’t blame them either, because I had chosen a tight little black dress that morning that hugged every one of my curves, not the least of which were my big melon sized breasts. You see, I had become so sexually charged from going through my son’s things that morning that when I had finally gotten dressed I had put on the sexiest outfit I could find. The low cut top of my dress almost came off the shoulders. Couple that with the fact that I wasn’t wearing a bra and well 3;you get the picture.

As I continued walking I arched my back, proudly pushing my 38DD’s out even further. The spiked heels on my black pumps could be heard clearly too as they clicked off my steps, echoing off the walls throughout the crowded mall. Of course my outfit wouldn’t be complete without my son’s favorite article of clothing, the one thing that was the source of all of his pubescent fantasies and desires 3;pantyhose. So I was wearing a pair of black Hanes Silken Mist pantyhose, sheer to the waist and very shiny.

I walked into the first shoe store I could find, which was mostly run by young teenage girls. Looking around I spotted the only boy who worked there and strode right up to him. I knew I would need to get some practice leg teasing if I wanted to be successful seducing my son, and like I’ve always said, there’s no time like the present. “Umm 3;excuse me.” I said in my sultriest tone possible. “Could you be a dear and help me?”

The boy looked fresh out of high school, roughly the same age as my son. ‘This was going to be perfect,’ I thought to myself. “Uuh, sh 3;sure!” He croaked, not believing his good luck. “uUh 3;wha 3;what are you looking for?” He asked, staring directly into my cleavage. But instead of straightening up I leaned over further. I was considerably taller than the young boy, even without my six inch heels, so my breasts were now right at eye level with his pimply little face.

“Something sexy 3;” I breathed. “You know 3;something with a spiked heel, like the ones I’m wearing.” When the boy looked down at my shoes, as I knew he would, I brought my right knee up very close to his crotch, then raised my foot, bringing it up behind me as if we were about to kiss. I had to lean into him further so I placed one of my hands on his shoulder to keep my balance. My breasts were now gently pressing up against him as well. “See?” I said, displaying my heel for him.

“Ung 3;yeah 3;um, is there anything else, um 3;you’d want to see in a shoe?” I could tell that he was getting nervous so I backed off a little. This whole teasing thing was new to me and I didn’t want to come off too strong. Before, I had always preferred the direct approach. When I wanted to suck on a man’s cock I just dropped to my knees, and when I wanted to be fucked I just spread my legs. It had always worked before, but then again I had never wanted to be fucked by my own son before. So I tried to be a little more subtle.

“Oh, I don’t know.” I finally said. “Why don’t you just bring me a few things and we’ll take it from there.” This seemed to satisfy the boy, and after finding out my shoe size he darted out of sight into the back room. The sales girls were giving me some pretty strange looks as I found myself a secluded corner to sit down. Apparently I had been a bit too obvious. I’d have to watch myself from now on.

When the boy returned he was carrying about five or six boxes, all of which tumbled from his arms when he saw me. I was sitting with my left leg crossed high across my right with my thighs slightly parted. My dress, which was hiked up all the way to my ass, barely covered my lap. If I had been wearing any panties I’m sure that he would have seen them. Lucky for him I wasn’t, so he now had a clear view of my crotch and my neatly trimmed pubic hair beneath the sheer fabric of my black pantyhose.

“Ooh 3;” I said, acting surprised. “I guess I’m supposed to remove my shoes now, uh?” Then I leaned over, sliding my hands down the length of my long silky legs all the way to my ankles, and slowly began removing my pumps. Of course, my low cut top could do nothing as my bare tits came heaving forward, and only by some miracle did they remain inside my dress. When I finally sat back up again my cleavage was pushed so far up that the dark tops of my areolas were now exposed. But I pretended not to notice and uncrossed my legs, parting my knees and exposing even more of my crotch. “Well 3;” I asked the boy. “Isn’t there something you want to show me?”

“Oh! 3;uh, of course! The shoes.” he exclaimed, dropping to his knees in front of my chair. As he opened one of the boxes he kept sneaking peaks up my dress, not believing his good fortune. “Don’t I know you?” I said, studying him. “You look familiar.” When he looked up at me it must have been the first time since I came into the store that he actually looked into my face, because he recognized me instantly. “Your David’s mom 3;yeah, we take the same bus to school. Only he’s a senior and I’m a junior. Wow 3;” he said, looking me up and down. “I’ve seen you around the neighborhood before but I never knew you were such a 3;uh 3;.”

“What?” I asked eagerly, leaning over again and giving him another good look at my big tits. “Umm 3;you know.” He replied shyly. “A babe. Yer 3;uh, kinda hot.” I smiled at him and leaned over further. “Only kinda hot?” I asked coyly. Then I lifted my right foot and placed it on his upper thigh, close to the growing bulge inside his pant leg, and pressed down ever so slightly. “Why don’t we take a look at what you’ve got there. Okay?”

He must of thought I was just kidding around with him because he started to laugh nervously as he picked out the first pair of shoes. They had spiked heels alright, just like I had asked for, and they had wide straps that went across the tops of the feet and around the ankles. He had to take hold of my calves as he guided them onto my feet, and I thought I felt him caress them slightly, almost as if he were trying to cop a feel of my silky legs. With my feet now in is lap my knees had come up slightly, and parted even further apart. It was all the boy could do to keep his mind on what he was doing, because by now the hem of my dress was halfway up my ass and he could see a lot more than just a little pubic hair.

After he had finished putting the shoes on for me I looked around the store, checking to see if anyone was looking our way. All of the sales girls were busy with other customers, so when I saw that the coast was clear I stood up, towering above the young boy. His gaze, of course, went immediately to my crotch, which was now just inches away from his face, giving him an up close and unobstructed view of my pussy. “Enjoying yourself?” I asked, as I reached down to adjust my dress. “ehh 3;god, uh 3;I’m sorry. I 3;um.”

Ignoring his pleas for forgiveness, I stepped over him to one of the mirrors, admiring the shoes he had picked out for me. They were sexy, but something about them just didn’t feel right. “They’re nice.” I said finally, sitting back down in my chair. “But do you have anything that’s 3;you know, a little more slutty?” He blinked at me, not quite sure he had heard me right. So I placed my feet in his lap again and asked him what his name was. He blinked at me again and told me that his name was Joey.

“Okay Joey.” I told him, looking right at him as I did. “What I’m really looking for here is a really good ‘FuckMe’ shoe. Do you know what that is? They’re the kind of shoes that when a woman wears them there isn’t a single man alive that wouldn’t want to bend her over and fuck her brains out, not even her own son.” When I said this the boy swallowed hard, making an audible ‘Gulp’ sound deep down in his throat. Then I leaned over and looked down at his lap, already knowing what I would find.

His hard cock was creating a huge tent in his pants. It wasn’t nearly as large as my son’s thirteen inch monster, but it looked respectable enough, maybe six or seven inches. The boy, now frozen with fear, made absolutely no move as I reached down and quietly took off my shoes. When they were off I took my stocking feet and placed them right on top of his rigid member, then began slowly working all ten of my nylon-clad toes up and down his swollen shaft. ‘Screw subtlety,’ I thought to myself. This was much more fun.

Joey moaned slightly as I increased my speed, and his eyes began to roll back up into his head as I increased the pressure against his cock. Just to make sure, I took a quick glance over my shoulder to see if anyone was watching us. It was a good thing that I did too because one of the sales girls was about ten paces away and closing fast. “Is everything okay?” She asked. “Is Joey taking good care of you?” I smiled and put up a hand to stop her from coming over, the whole time never taking my feet off of Joey’s stiff cock. “Oh yes.” I replied sweetly. “Joey’s got exactly what I need.” The girl, satisfied that Joey wasn’t screwing up the sale, backed away and left us alone.

“You like that?” I cooed, quickening my pace again until my feet were literally flying back and forth across his shaft. “Ungh 3;ohyeah 3;Mrs 3;uhhmm 3;ung 3;uh 3;” It was at that point that I reached down and quickly unzipped the boy’s pants. It must of startled him too because his eyes suddenly popped wide open. “It’s Mrs. Burke.” I said, dropping my voice to a sultry whisper. “But you can call me Jenny.” If he was going to protest he stopped short when he saw that both of my nipples were now completely exposed, my breasts having finally found their way out of my dress, and as he watched them jiggle back and forth in front of his virgin eyes, I deftly reached into his fly and pulled out his stiff dick.

With his cock finally free, I placed my stocking feet back down along his rigid shaft and continued playing footsie with him. To be honest, it was the first footjob I had ever given, and I was surprised by how much I was enjoying it. My feet have always been sensitive anyway, and I had always heard that they were one of the biggest erogenous zones for women. But I had no idea it would be so erotic, and within minutes my pussy was dripping wet. Suddenly, I wanted nothing more than to see this young boy cum all over my feet.

He was quick to oblige too, because the head of his cock was soon spurting out thick ropes of cum all over my feet and toes. “Not the legs.” I whispered, after one thick blast landed across my knees. “Just the feet, okay?” But he barely heard me, so before he could soil my pantyhose any further I placed one of my black pumps over the top of his rigid pole. It was a surprisingly good fit too, and he was soon dumping out the remaining contents of his balls into the bottom of my shoe.

After he had finished cumming I slipped my shoe off of his cock. It was practically filled to the brim with his young seed. My feet were covered with his gooey white goodness as well, but that didn’t stop me from slipping them back into my pumps. In fact, I relished the squishy sensation that his cum created around my feet and toes. “Hmmm 3;that feels nice.” I purred. Of course I desperately wanted to take his cock into my mouth so I could clean it properly for him, but I knew I couldn’t. We were in a public place after all.

“Tell you what.” I said, fixing my top and adjusting the hem of my dress. “Now that you know what I’m looking for, why don’t you go in the back, find me five or six pairs of your sluttiest ‘FuckMe’ shoes, and ring me up. If they don’t fit when I get home I’ll just come back for a more 3;thorough fitting.” Joey looked up at me and smiled, knowing exactly what I had meant. So, eager to show his obedience, he got up to do my bidding. “Uh 3;Joey.” I said as quietly as I could. “You may want to zip up first.” His cock, now limp and flaccid, hung sadly out of his fly, so I quickly stood up and shielded him from view as he put his dick back inside his pants.

Finally, after we said goodbye, I made my way out of the shoe store with my bags in hand. However, before I made it all the way out one of the sales girls let out a small gasp. When I saw the direction of her gaze I followed it, looking down at my legs. Streaks of Joey’s white cum stood out starkly against my shiny black pantyhose, going from my ankles all the way up to my knees. In all the excitement I had forgotten all about his errant cumshot. It was obvious what it was too. There couldn’t be any doubt that it was the young boy’s semen. His cum was oozing out of my shoes as well.

To my surprise, instead of being embarrassed I found myself incredibly aroused, and felt a tiny tremor begin to work its way down my clit. It built up strength quickly until I was finally rocked by an incredibly intense orgasm. As I came I moaned loudly enough for anyone to hear. “Hmmmmph 3;.ohgod! 3;ooohyeah.” I breathed heavily, grabbing the sales girl’s arm for support. “I really felt that one.”

Disgusted, the girl quickly shrugged me off of her, looking back at me with a look of utter horror on her face. I knew she was perfectly aware of what had just happened to me, even if some of the other people around us didn’t, but I just ignored them. I also ignored the cum on my legs and feet, and made my way out of the store and back into mall. Feeling invigorated, I decided to do a little more shopping.

In the back of my mind I knew that Joey would almost definitely get fired for what he had done, but I didn’t care. I had bigger fish to fry. Thirteen and half inches to be exact. Besides, I was certain Joey would think it a small price to pay for what I had done for him. So as I found my way to the next shoe store my thoughts once again turned to my son, David. My plan to seduce him was beginning to take shape, and I knew that in the days to come he wasn’t going to know what hit him.After leaving the mall I stopped by a salon to have my hair and nails done, so that by the time I finally made it home I felt and looked like an entirely new woman. My hair, which had been shoulder length and blonde, was now cut very short and was died jet black, and my newly manicured hands and feet were painted with bright nail polish, the color of pink bubblegum. I had my makeup reapplied professionally as well, with very dark eye shadow and dark red lipstick, until I was made up like some kind of porn star. In fact, as I looked at myself in the rearview mirror I realized that I looked a lot like Jeanna Fine.

Smiling to myself, I stepped out of my car and headed into the house, ignoring the fact that my dress had hiked up half way past my ass. My son wasn’t home yet to enjoy the show however, but that was fine by me. I had a little surprise planned for him that I wanted to get ready before the time he got home, and when he finally stepped through the front door I was ready, patiently waiting for him.

When my son spotted me lounging in the large recliner in our living room he immediately froze, his eyes locking instantly with mine. But the look of surprise on his face quickly turned into one of primal lust as he slowly began roving his eyes up and down the length of my body, one glorious inch at a time.

I was wearing my new red satin robe, tied loosely around my waist and left half open. My breasts, which were only half covered, were confined by only the laciest of thin materials and were doing their best to push their way out of the delicate fabric. The bra was was bright red, matching my lace panties, which my son could also see, because as I reclined there with my feet up I had allowed the lower portion of my robe to slide down around the sides of my waist.

My long legs were casually crossed, with my right leg over my left and pulled up slightly to show off the underside of my thigh. They were encased in my shiniest new pair of Victoria’s Secret brand pantyhose, which were sheer to waist and the color of light mocha cream. On my feet I had on a pair of sexy new slippers, which looked just like high heel slides, only they were soft and fuzzy, and were a deep crimson red to match my robe. In my hand I held a small cocktail, and the only sound that could be heard was the ice as they clinked around in my glass.

Finally breaking the silence I said “I’ve decided to take your father’s advice. I’ve been working way to hard lately and I’m going to take some time to relax, and after my big presentation I may even take some vacation time. Maybe go see your Aunt in Las Vegas.”

I don’t think my son heard me though, because he was still too busy picking his jaw up off the floor and was desperately trying to regain some of his composure. “ 3;eh 3;umm 3;your hair!” He exclaimed, finally finding something, anything to say. “You changed the color of your 3;uh 3;umm, hair.” I smiled at him seductively and thanked him for noticing. “The robe is new too.” I cooed. “Do you like it?”

My son, taking this as a golden opportunity to look down upon my body even more closely, stepped forward until he was standing directly in front of me, and now that he had my obvious permission and consent, he glared down at it with an intensity that was almost frightening. As he scrutinized me I set down my drink. Then I began displaying my new robe for him by running my hands down over the shiny satin fabric, and as I slowly passed them over my massive chest I allowed my fingertips to slip just inside the collar and traverse their way down my ample cleavage. When I had my hands firmly around my tits I paused momentarily, squeezing them. After letting go I slid my hands down underneath them, cupping and lifting them suggestively. As I did my robe opened even wider, revealing even more of my chest. My nipples, hard and erect, came into view instantly, unable to hide beneath the sheer lace fabric of my bra. Then I slid my hands down further, smoothing out my robe along the flat contours of my stomach.

“The other robe was so bulky.” I pouted. “This is much more comfortable.” Then I smiled coyly up at my son as I said, “Of course, it’s not as warm as the other one, but It’s fine as long as I’m wearing my pantyhose.” To my son’s utter disbelief I began running my hands down over the tops of my legs, caressing my silky soft thighs until my palms finally came in contact with my shiny, nylon encased knees. Then I uncrossed my legs, turned my hands inward and began tracing my fingers along the insides of my thighs, bringing them back up my legs until they were up around my crotch. I left them there too, with my fingers on either side of my lace panties and my thumbs coming together just above them, effectively framing my pussy. Like my nipples, my neatly trimmed bush was clearly visible beneath the lace fabric of my panties, which was exactly what I wanted my son to be looking at. Of course he was probably more exited by the fact that he was looking at it through a sheer layer of shimmery, seamless nylon.

I parted my thighs slightly then, opening them up just enough to reveal my womanhood to my son. “Do you like them?” I asked. “I bought them when I picked up the robe. I bought a few other matching sets of bras and panties as well, along with some pantyhose.” I smiled and leaned back into my chair then, closing my eyes and arching my back as I did. “When it comes to relieving stress,” I sighed. “I’ll take shopping over Prozac any day.” Then I raised my arms and stretched, making as big of a production out of it as I could. While my back was arched my robe fell completely open, allowing my breasts to sway freely from one side to the other. I stretched out my legs as well, flexing my calves and pointing my feet straight out, my new slippers dangling precariously from the tips of my toes.

Of course by this time my son was more than a little bit hard. In fact, I think it’s safe to say that his cock was harder than any known substance found on the planet, and I knew this for a fact because when I finally opened my eyes again I was staring right at it. Having just come back from a run, my son was wearing a white tank top and a pair of running shorts, but unlike his silky nylon boxers that he constantly wore around the house, these were made of spandex 3;tight fitting black spandex. I could make out all thirteen and a half inches of my son’s thick cock easily. It stood out like some kind of monolithic, black obelisk, as if it were some kind of holy relic that demanded to be revered and worshiped. In fact, the tight fitting spandex had molded itself around my son’s huge penis so thoroughly and completely that it looked like his cock had actually been sculpted by Michelangelo himself out of a slab of shiny black marble, with every vein clearly marked and the swollen head expertly and painstakingly chiseled to the point of perfection.

When my son noticed the direction of my gaze he took a step back and brought his hands down, covering the gigantic and obvious bulge that his erect penis had created. “uh 3;they look great, Mom. The robe too. But I think I better 3;uh, you know 3;”

“Take a cold shower?” I asked, still staring at his stiff cock. “Hmmm 3;now that you mention it, you do look all hot and sweaty. From your run 3;of course.”

My son laughed nervously and took another step back. Then he turned around and headed toward the downstairs bathroom. “David 3;” I said quickly. “Why don’t you use the one upstairs. The one in my bedroom is much nicer than the one down here.” David, just eager to get away, turned around and headed for the staircase, but before he got there I stopped him again. “Oh, one more thing. After your shower, could you be a dear and take that box to the Good Will?”

It was the first time my son had even noticed it, even though it was in plain sight by the front door. I guess being dressed in only a bra, panties and a pair of pantyhose had proved to be too distracting for him. In the box was the little ‘surprise’ I had put together for my son. True, it was filled with some old clothes and other items that I had been wanting to give away, but sitting on top was a pile of my used pantyhose, with a few new pairs thrown in for good measure. When my son saw what was in the box his eyes immediately lit up. “I bought so many pairs of hose today that I thought I’d get rid of a few of my old ones. Their so dull compared to the new ones and besides, I thought I needed to put a little sparkle into my life.” To demonstrate, I lifted my right leg high into the air, allowing my pantyhose to catch the light. They responded quickly, shining brightly as tiny sparkles glimmered into life, dancing up and down the length of my leg.

My son, unable to take any more of my relentless teasing, made a mad dash up the stairs. Little did he know that I had left a little surprise for him up there as well. Sitting in plain view in the waste basket of my bathroom was the pair of black, Silken Mist pantyhose I had worn to the mall. The cum stains the boy from the shoe store had created when he ejaculated all over my feet were still fresh when I had taken them off, as was the wet spot in the crotch, created by my own juices as they trickled out of my pussy when I came. I just wish I could’ve been there to see the look on his face when he saw them for the first time.

Later that night, after my son returned home from his little errand at the Good Will, I was still lounging around the living room. Only now I was working my way through a tawdry romance novel instead of a stiff cocktail, and when my son finally made his appearance in the living room I looked up at him over a pair of reading glasses. “What happened to your shorts?” I asked, noticing his change of clothes. Instead of his silk running shorts, like he usually wore around the house, David was wearing a pair of sweat pants, along with a baggy t-shirt and pair of white socks. “uh 3;they’re in the laundry.” He replied, a little uneasily. And that’s when it hit me. David was wearing pantyhose!

He never liked wearing socks around the house, always preferring to go barefoot, and the only reason I could think of to explain why he may have them on was to hide the fact that he was wearing pantyhose, which would also explain why he was wearing the long sweat pants and the baggy t-shirt. Apparently my little surprise had been a big hit. I had known all those pairs of pantyhose would never make it to the Good Will, but I had no idea he would put on a pair on as soon as he got home. Then another thought occurred to me. Maybe he was wearing the pair I had left for him in the upstairs bathroom. I got dizzy just thinking about the possibilities.

As my son dropped down onto the floor to watch some TV I brought up my legs, using my knees to prop up my book as I read. I did this for two reasons. One, it allowed my son to stare at my legs all he wanted to without worrying about me catching him, and two, it effectively exposed the entire area around my crotch. I even scootched down in my seat far enough to give him a clear view of my butt. By this time my panties had wedged themselves firmly up my ass as well, so I knew I was giving my son one hell of a show.

As the minutes turned into hours I let myself get drawn into my book, and as I read I lazily traced my fingers up and down along the underside of my thighs, lightly scraping my long nails across the nylon fabric of my pantyhose, dragging them against the grain. The enticing sounds this created could easily be heard over the soft drone of the TV, and each time I brought my hand down I allowed my fingers to lightly brush up against my pussy. By this time I could hear muffled sounds coming from my son, and I wondered if he was masturbating. My curiosity finally got the best of me and I brought my legs down, stretching them out like I had done before, flexing all of my muscles and pointing out my toes.

“Enjoying the show?” I asked dreamily, looking down at my young son. From the looks of him, David had definitely been enjoying the show. His face was flushed and he was sweating profusely. Plus, he couldn’t bring himself to look away from my long legs. “The TV show 3;” I asked again. “Is it any good?”

“Oh 3;that, um 3;yeah. It’s okay.” He said, finally looking me in the eyes. “How’s your 3;um, romance novel?”

“Good.” I said. “But all the sex scenes are making making me horny, and there’s nothing worse than getting all worked up when you can’t 3;well, you know.” Then I put down my book and leaned back, closing my eyes. “Your father called earlier.” I said. “He’s going to be out of town tonight 3;something about a meeting.”

After I said this I could almost hear the gears in my son’s brain turning while he tried to decide whether or not he should make a move on me. I had decided earlier that I wasn’t going to make the first move. I would try to entice him as much as I could, but I wasn’t prepared to cross that line unless I was certain he was prepared to do the same. David was still my son, and I wasn’t prepared to alter the relationship we both shared unless it was something that both of us wanted. So I lay there for the taking, waiting expectantly, ready and willing to do anything for my son.

David held his ground however. Apparently he wasn’t ready. Whether it was because I was his mother or because he just hadn’t gotten up the nerve to do anything about his sexual urges, I didn’t know. It was fine by me though, I can be very patient when I want to be. So I kicked off my slippers, turned off the reading lamp next to my chair, and slowly allowed myself to drift off.

As I slept I dreamt that I was back at the mall in the shoe store. Only this time instead of Joey it was my son, David, who was helping me. He kneeled in front of me holding a very sexy pair of shoes. I was in my black dress and black pantyhose again, my legs spread wide as he slipped the shoes onto my feet. As for David, he was naked except for a pair of tan pantyhose. ‘Those are mine.’ I thought to myself, noticing a large run on the inside of his left thigh.

“Did you see his cock? It’s sooo big!” The voice was that of a young girl, and I looked over my shoulder to see one of the sales girls. Only it wasn’t a sales girl at all. It was my daughter, Susan, and she was dressed in one of her ice skating outfits, a bright yellow leotard and a pair of shiny gold tights. “His cock 3;” She said again, excited. “Did you see how big it was?”

I turned back and my son was now standing in front of me, his large erect penis pushing out against the taught fabric of his hose just inches from my face. “ 3;yes.” I said softly. “I see it.” Then my son began groping me, feeling up my tits and running his hands all over my body. I wanted to reciprocate, to touch my son the way he was touching me, but for some reason I couldn’t move, and all I could do was moan as my son caressed me. Then he was kissing me, working his way up from my feet all the way to my silky nylon crotch. Sensing that I couldn’t move, my son spread my legs for me, placing them over the arms of my chair. Then he was working on my pussy, using his tongue against my clit and licking up all the moisture coming off my pantyhose.

“oooh 3;yes!!” I groaned, finally opening my eyes. I came hard and fast, not even realizing that I was awake, my thoughts still fuzzy from my dream. But like the dream, my thighs were spread open and my legs were positioned over the arms of my chair. Also, my robe had been untied and was now completely open, and my slippers were back on my feet, even though I remembered taking them off. My bra had been tampered with as well, and I knew instantly that if it had been the kind that clasped in the front, it wouldn’t have been on at all. As my climax eased to a slow trickle, I looked around the dark room, waiting for my eyes to adjust. Finally I realized that I was alone. My son, whatever he had been doing to me, was obviously finished for the night.

I knew of course that it would take a lot more to seduce my son completely, but I smiled to myself, enjoying my little victory. So finally, tired and horny, I went up to bed. I knew perfectly well that my son was still awake so I didn’t bother checking in on him, even though I was dying to see which pair of pantyhose he was wearing. I thought about staying up, but in the end I decided no to. Besides, I had big plans in store for him, and decided it might be best if I got some sleep. Tomorrow, I decided, was going to be a very big day for my son, a very big 3;long 3;hard 3;day.When I awoke the next morning I heard the sound of running water coming from the bathroom. Figuring that it was my husband back from his business trip, I rolled out of bed and got up. I was still wearing my red lace panties from the night before, as well as the pair of shiny cream colored pantyhose. To tell the truth, it was the first time that I had ever slept in pantyhose, and I had to admit that it was pretty erotic. Sleeping in the sheer silk softness of nylon was intoxicating to say the least. My bra and robe, on the other hand, lay on a chair next to my dresser, so I stood there with both breasts exposed, my nipples hardening quickly in the cold morning air. Padding quietly across the floor in my stocking feet, I made my way to the bathroom, not even bothering to look up when I opened the door.

“Mom!” My son exclaimed. “What are you doing?”

Still foggy from having just gotten up, I just stood there for a moment, looking curiously back at my eighteen year old boy. He was standing there naked in front of the toilet, a strong hand wrapped around his thick meaty cock, and was urinating into the bowl. Unable to stop the flow, he could only stand there and stare back at me while he pissed out the contents of his bladder. But even though he was completely mortified that I had caught him in such a compromising position, he still looked me up and down, obviously excited by my state of undress, standing there as I was in only my panties and pantyhose. Behind him the shower was going strong and steady, and hot steam was quickly filling up the room.

“Oh God!” I said, lifting my hands to cover my naked breasts. “I’m sorry. I thought you were your father.”

By this time my son had started to become aroused, and his long dick began to extend outward and upward, away from his body. The flow of piss had also stopped, so he just stood there holding his growing member as it thickened in his hand. “Mom 3;” he said helplessly. “I can’t go with you 3;you know, standing there like that. Do you mind?”

“uh 3;okay, I’m sorry.” I replied, and turned around to leave the room. But before I got through the door my son’s voice stopped me. “Is it still okay for me to use the shower in here?” He asked softly. “It’s a lot nicer than the one downstairs, and yesterday you said I could use it. Remember?” Smiling to myself, I turned around to face my son, forgetting for the moment to cover my naked breasts. “Sure Baby.” I said, looking him over. “You can use it any time you want. Just come and go as you please.” He smiled back at me, looking me over as well, his hard cock finally reaching its full potential. “Thanks Mom.” He said, sounding more relaxed. Then I stole one more quick glance at my son’s amazing thirteen and half inch cock, then reluctantly backed up and closed the door, finally giving him his privacy.

I pictured him in there with his hand around his thick shaft and wondered if he had begun stroking it. I desperately wanted to open the door to see it again, but had to resign myself to the fact that it wasn’t going to happen. So I slipped my own hand down to my crotch and began rubbing my pussy through my pantyhose, settling for the next best thing. Then I dropped to my knees and placed my other hand against the bathroom door, and when I finally heard my son getting into the shower I furiously went to work on my clit. In my mind’s eye I could actually see him as he lathered up his lean muscular body, soaping up his incredibly large penis until it became engorged with blood. I quickly brought myself to a climax, cumming hard twice. My ass shook violently as my body trembled, and I had to stifle a yell so my son wouldn’t hear me through the door. Then, after I had finished gratifying myself, I got up, picked up my robe, put on my slippers and headed downstairs to make myself some coffee.

Before the coffee maker had even finished brewing a full pot I took it off the heater and poured myself a cup, and as I sipped on the soothing black liquid I could hear the upstairs shower being turned off. I waited patiently in the kitchen, just enjoying my coffee, and after a few moments I heard my son coming down the stairs. “Good morning.” I heard my son say, and then he quickly came up behind me and gave me a kiss on the cheek, something he hadn’t done in a long time. When he did I became aware of the fact that he wasn’t wearing a shirt, and only had on a pair of boxers. Also, as he pressed up against me I could feel his semi-erect penis pushing gently against my ass.

I wondered then if my son was on to me, if he knew that I had been slowly trying to seduce him. Maybe he was trying to do the same to me now, engaging me in a battle of wills to see who would be the first to give in. I had made up my mind previously that it wasn’t going to be me, so I resisted the urge to push back against his manhood. Instead, I whirled around and faced my son. “Good morning, David.” I said cheerfully, and leaned in to give him a kiss on the cheek, reciprocating the familial gesture. I pressed my breasts firmly against his naked chest as I did, and since I wasn’t wearing a bra the only thing between us was a thin layer of silky soft satin.

I felt my son’s penis rise up against me then, pressing firmly against one of my nylon clad thighs, and when we finally pulled apart I looked down at his growing erection. “I’m glad to see that you’re wearing your shorts again.” I said, referring to the statement he had made the night before about them being in the laundry. “They look so much nicer on you than your sweats.” Then I reached out with one of my hands and traced a finger along the waistband of his nylon running shorts, being careful to avoid the large tent his stiff cock was creating. “Hmmm.” I purred. “The fabric feels just like my pantyhose.” Then I took one of my son’s hands and placed it against my thigh, sliding it beneath my robe until it was up around my hip. “See.” I said seductively. “Silky smooth, just like your boxers.”

By this time my robe had fallen completely open as well, and the swell of my breasts were fully exposed. In fact, the only thing holding my robe in place at all were my erect nipples, which seemed to be clinging to the satin fabric for dear life. Of course I knew I was being a lot more obvious with my son, baiting him intentionally, but after his bold entrance I felt like I needed to raise the stakes a little. I needed to find out what his motives were, to see if he was really coming on to me or if he had just been testing me to see what I would do.

Apparently he wasn’t expecting me to be so agreeable to his advances, because he immediately backed off and removed his hand from my hip. I guess the encounter proved to be too much too soon for him, but I wasn’t surprised. After all, suspecting a thing to be true and knowing it for a fact are two completely different things. Plus, at this point there still wasn’t any real harm done, we hadn’t crossed any lines. However, if David had been testing me he obviously had a lot more to think about now. Whether he had gotten the answer he was looking for I still wasn’t certain, but If the condition of his cock was any indication, it wasn’t entirely unwelcome.

He stood there in the middle of the kitchen staring intently at my body, his hard cock threatening to once again pop out of his shorts like it had the other day when I had seen it for the first time. But if he had been waiting for me to make another move he was going to be disappointed, because in the next few moments I retied my robe around my waist and stepped right past him, heading for the stairs.

“I’m going to go upstairs and take a shower now.” I declared. “Then I’m going to try on some of my new outfits. I need to decide what I’m going to wear for my big presentation.” I didn’t even look back as I made my way up the stairway. I already knew without looking that his erect cock had finally freed itself and was once again waving proudly in the air. I smiled to myself, enjoying the moment. Teasing my son was turning out to be even more fun than I thought it was going to be, and a lot more erotic as well. I couldn’t remember the last time I had felt so alive, and it had me strutting around the house like an ally cat in heat.After I had taken my shower and applied my makeup, I laid out all of my new clothes on the bed and pulled out all of my new shoes as well. Of course I left my bedroom door wide open, and knew it was only a matter of time before my son found some excuse to walk in on me. It didn’t take him long either, and pretty soon I felt him lurking around the hallway, probably trying to figure out something to say that wouldn’t sound too lame. Or maybe he was just waiting for me to put on some clothes, because I was still walking around my bedroom in nothing but a skimpy towel.

I didn’t want him to wait out there too long, so I dropped the towel and started putting on one of my new outfits. First, I slipped into a pair of Peavey brand suntan pantyhose, sheer to waist, silky smooth and ultra shiny. Then I put on a black thong, pulling it up tight around my ass. Next, I put on a black bra, but instead of lace this one was made of sheer nylon, and held my big 38DD breasts together like two huge bowling balls. Then I shimmied my way into a suede mini skirt, the color of dark mustard, and after that I put on a pair of brown leather boots, with two inch platforms and wide funky heels. They zipped up the sides of my legs and hugged my calves all the way up to my knees. Very sexy, very tré chic.

Of course, through all this I was watching my son out of the corner of my eye. You see, I have a large full length mirror in my bedroom, and while I used it to admire myself my son was using it to watch me from the hallway. Actually, it gave me a weird feeling of deja-vú, and I suddenly realized that my son must have been using the mirror for years to watch me while I got dressed. ‘Wow!’ I thought to myself. My son really had no control over his fetish at all. In fact, I was beginning to suspect that everything he did revolved around his obsession for pantyhose.

“David?” I said, reaching for a brown turtle neck sweater. “Is that you out there? You can come in if you want.”

David sheepishly made his way into the bedroom, embarrassed that he’d been caught peeking at me, and sat down on the chair next to my dresser. But I didn’t make any indication that his voyeurism had bothered me. Instead, I gave my son a big smile and did a little turn for him. “Do you like the skirt?” I asked. “It’s not too short, is it? I mean 3;for someone my age.” David immediately perked up when he realized that he wasn’t in trouble. “It looks great, Mom.” He said enthusiastically. “And you’re not too old for mini skirts. It looks better on you than it would on most of the girls my age.” Then he paused a moment and added, “You’ve 3;uh, got really great legs, Mom.”

“Thanks honey.” I replied, flexing the muscles in my calves. “That’s sweet of you to say.” Then I turned for him again, showing off my shimmery gams as best I could, letting my pantyhose work their magic on my young son.

David was still wearing his shorts, but he had put on a large t-shirt that came down far enough to cover any embarrassing bulges. As for myself, I still hadn’t put on my sweater, so my son could easily see my large nipples through the sheer fabric of my nylon bra. I put it off as long as I could too by showing off my skirt some more, trying to milk it as much as I could. Finally, however, I decided that I couldn’t put it off any longer without looking too suspicious, so I brought my sweater up over my head, put my arms through it and pulled it down over my shoulders. The tight fitting knit fabric clung tenaciously to my body, making my tits look even bigger, like two overgrown coconuts. Of course, I had purchased the sweater one size too small for just this purpose.

“What do you think?” I asked, still adjusting my tits inside my sweater. “Would this outfit convince you sign a multi-million dollar contract to have me build you a state of the art cine-plex?” I was referring, of course, to the upcoming presentation that I had been preparing so hard for, the supposed reason for all of my stress and anxiety.

“Definitely!” My son exclaimed, obviously enjoying himself. But I gave him a serious look and pretended to be unconvinced. “Hmmm 3;” I intoned, looking myself over in the large mirror. “I don’t know. Maybe I need something a little more 3;persuasive, more 3;provocative.” So, without warning, I quickly yanked off my sweater with one quick jerk, and since my bra wasn’t exactly designed for support purposes, my tits bounced violently into view, dancing in all directions. My son, wide eyed, stared at them with rapt attention. Then, tossing my sweater aside, I made my way over to my bed and quickly picked out two more outfits. “How ’bout these?” I asked, holding them up for my son. “Which one do you think would look better on me? The red 3;or the black?”

My son looked back at me dumfounded, still unable to look at anything but my bouncing boobs. “Uhh 3;um, I dunno.” He replied, sounding like his IQ had just dropped twenty points. “uuh 3;the red one?”

The ‘red one’ was actually a long cocktail dress with a swooping neck line and thin straps that tied up around my neck. The dress was backless as well, the lower half wrapping around my waist just above my ass. “Excellent choice!” I said, eagerly dropping the two dresses so I could start changing. Then, before David even had a chance to ask if I wanted him to leave the room, I unzipped my skirt and allowed it to fall to the floor with a soft thud. Stepping out of it, I sat down on the edge of the bed directly across from my son, fanned my knees apart and leaned over so I could take off my boots. My full breasts hung low and heavy, swaying gently back and forth as I slowly unzipped my left boot. Then I brought my head up to look at my son while I slowly went to work on the right one, unzipping it as seductively as I could.

“It’s been a while since you helped me pick out what to wear.” I said, dropping my voice to a sultry whisper. “Remember when you were little? You used to help me all the time. I used to think you’d grow up to be a fashion designer.” David smiled uneasily at me as large beads of sweat appeared on his brow. It was taking every bit of his concentration to look me in the eyes, and I could tell that the temptation to look at my large chest and my silky legs was killing him, so I kicked off my boots and casually tossed them in his direction. He followed them with his eyes, thankful for the added distraction.

“Is it hard?” I asked then, glancing in the direction of his crotch and trying to sound casual. “Mom!” My son exclaimed, obviously embarrassed by the question. So I smiled at him reassuringly and said “David, I didn’t mean that. I meant 3;is it difficult? You know 3;being so well endowed. I imagine it must be pretty hard for a boy your age to deal with having such a large 3;big 3;uhh 3;well, you know what I mean. Is it difficult?” David’s eyes softened and I could tell he was genuinely touched by my concern. We had never talked about sex before and he obviously wanted someone to open up to. Of course the only real concern I had at the moment was getting another look at his spectacular cock, and if I hadn’t been so damn horny I probably would’ve felt guilty about playing with his emotions.

As he mulled the question over in his mind I stood up and turned around, allowing him to get a good long look at my nylon covered ass. Then I bent over my bed to retrieve my red dress, taking my time as I did. After picking it up I stepped into the stretchy fabric, pulling it up around me like a snake shedding its skin in reverse. The dress was made mostly of lycra and spandex, and even though it shimmered brightly, it also had sequins sown into the fabric to add even more sparkle. I knew the dress was suited more for a fancy cocktail party than it was for a company meeting, and if I actually did wear the dress to my presentation I’d probably be mistaken for a call girl. But of course that wasn’t the real reason I bought the dress. The real reason was sitting right behind me.

Finally, after slithering my way into the dress, I turned around to face my son. His eyes were bright and alert, and he had a stupid grin on his face. I could see that his cock had popped out of his shorts again too, because the tip of his enormous penis was pressing firmly against the cotton fabric of his t-shirt, turning it into a circus tent, and even though it was clear to both of us that he was hard, my son made no move to hide his state of arousal. It was then that I realized that his cock hadn’t popped out of his shorts at all. He had pulled it out.

“Actually,” my son said, sounding a bit smug. “It is a little hard.”

My son was obviously trying to bait me again, to see what I would do, and I smiled at his not so subtle attempt to tease me. “Hmmm 3;” I purred. “So I see 3;” Then I walked over to where he sat and as I went I reached behind my back and unclasped my bra. Since my dress was backless the bra strap was visible, and since I had to remove it anyway I decided to make a real show of it, taking it off like a stripper. The whole time my eyes never left the large bulge my son’s cock was creating, and when I was finally standing directly in front of him I leaned forward and peeled off my bra seductively. Of course I had to take my breasts out of the dress first to do this, so they heaved forward in all their glory.

“Well,” I said, smiling down at my eighteen year old son, my naked tits swaying just inches away from his face. “If there’s any way I can relieve some of your stress 3;I mean, if there’s any way I can put your mind at ease 3;about the size of your penis, or if you’re just curious about sex, feel free to take advantage of my experience. I’m your mother, and I want you to feel like you can come to me for anything 3;anything at all.” When I said this I dropped my bra across his lap, making sure to drape it across his rigid member, then I gathered up my big boobs and placed them back inside my dress. Of course I couldn’t have been more transparent, and I knew that my son was smart enough to realize that I had just propositioned him.

My son looked me up and down then, an impish grin playing at the corners of his mouth. Then he reached out and placed his hands upon my thighs, and since the dress I was wearing had slits going up the entire length of both my legs, they quickly found their way inside. Then he ran his hands slowly up and down my legs, caressing my silky thighs and calves tenderly. As he did his cock twitched happily beneath his t-shirt. Smiling, I ran my fingers through his hair, letting him take as much time as he wanted to explore my pantyhose covered legs. As far as I was concerned, my body was at his complete disposal.

“You know 3;” My son said finally. “I bet this dress would totally hot if you wore it with a pair of white pantyhose. And it’s so tight that it would probably look even better without any panties. I mean, geez Mom! I can totally see the outline of your thong.” My son then boldly moved his hands quickly up around my ass and took hold of my thong, which I was wearing on the outside of my suntan pantyhose, and pulled it roughly down around my knees. “See 3;” He said, admiring his handiwork. “That looks way better.”

“Oooh!” I gasped, not expecting the sudden movement, and I had to grab onto my son’s shoulders for support. My tits pressed up against my son’s face for a moment as I regained my balance, and at this point If he had moved his fingers up to my crotch I probably would’ve come right there and then. At the very least he would’ve been able to see how wet he was making me. “Sure Baby.” I said finally, catching my breath. “I’ll try on anything you want.”

Then, tostling his hair one last time, I made my way back over to the bed, stepping out of my thong as I went. Then I quickly picked out some new pantyhose, selecting a pair of Givenchy Body Gleamers which were bright white with light control tops. Of course before I put them on I had to take off the pair I was currently wearing, so I hiked my dress up over my ass, hooked my thumbs around the waistband of my Peavey brand pantyhose and began pulling them down around my thighs, bending over at the hip as I went. Then my son said something that so surprised me that the instant he said it I froze. I only had my pantyhose halfway down my legs at the time so I just stared back at him through my legs, my naked ass pointing in the air.

“What was Grandpa like?” He asked.

What could possibly have made him think to ask me that now? I thought to myself. Had he guessed the truth about my relationship with my father? Had my sister told him anything? No, I finally decided. He couldn’t possibly know anything. David might be perceptive, but I doubt that he truly suspected anything. Besides, I hadn’t even talked about my father in years. So, forgetting about my pantyhose for the moment, I straightened up, leaving the nylon fabric bunched up down around my knees.

“Actually,” I said, looking intently at my son. “You take after him quite a bit. You have the same eyes, the same mouth, the same 3;everything.” Without even intending to I said ‘everything’ while staring directly at his crotch. “In fact,” I went on to say, being even more obvious. “You could even say that you’re the spitting image of your grandfather.”

If David didn’t suspect anything before, he definitely did now. I could see it in his eyes. “Really?” He asked carefully. “How do you know he was 3;um, that he had a big 3;uhh.”

“How do I know that he had a large penis?” I asked for him. “Because when your aunt and I were your age he used to walk around the house naked. Like you, he was almost always hard. I think it had something to do with his incredibly large size. With all that testosterone coursing through his body his testicles were almost always swollen with 3;umm, well 3;you know. And the same thing probably goes for you too, and the fact that you’re so young 3;why, you’ve probably got so many hormones racing through your body right now that I doubt you have any control over what your penis does at all. Combine that with the fact that your so freekin’ 3;um, so big 3;I mean, it’s no wonder you’re always hard.”

My son nodded like what I was saying actually made sense, but to tell the truth I was making most of it up. The real reason my father was hard all the time was because my sister and I were constantly trying to seduce him, much like what I was trying to do with my son now. “Back then 3;” I said, continuing my web of lies and half truths “ 3;your grandfather had a hard time finding pants that could comfortably accommodate his size. So one day he just decided that while he was at home he would just go around the house naked. After a while we all just got used to seeing his erect penis. In fact, your aunt and I started doing it to, only we were too embarrassed to go around the house completely naked, so we usually wore bras and panties 3;or just our pantyhose.”

By the time I finished my story my son’s eyes were glazed over, and I could distinctly make out a fresh wet spot on his t-shirt, just above the tip of his cock. “You know 3;” I said, trying to sound casual again. “If it would make 3;you 3;feel more comfortable, you could go around the house naked too. That way you wouldn’t always have to hide the fact you’re hard. I wouldn’t mind either 3;I mean, it’s not like I haven’t seen your penis before. This past week I feel like I’ve been bumping into it every time I turn around.”

My son looked up at me then, meeting my gaze and taking his eyes off my body for the first time in quite a while. Of course he already knew what my alterior motives were for suggesting this, but I think he was enjoying all the double meanings and innuendos, and actually preferred to play along with all the lies. For him, I realized that the pretense was just as important as any other part of the seduction. Because of his fetish, being teased was like foreplay for the boy. It was just as good, if not better than the actual act of sex could ever be. Finally he smiled and stood up, then he stripped off his shirt and stepped out of his running shorts. “Thanks, Mom.” He said, standing there naked before me. “You’re right. This is more comfortable.”

My mouth immediately went dry at the sight of his immense cock and I unconsciously began licking my lips. Even though I had seen it before I was still surprised by how enormous it was, how massive and powerful it looked. His thick shaft jutted out formidably from his body, looking out of place against his slender frame. The sheer size of it took my breath away, and I had to fight the urge to drop to my knees, which were already weak and threatening to buckle. ‘My God,’ I thought to myself. ‘It’s absolutely gorgeous.’

“Is it really as big as Grandpa’s” My son asked, taking a step forward to give me a closer look. “Actually.” I said, after regaining some of my composure. “I think you’ve got him by about an inch 3;maybe even two.” Then I reached out a hand and took hold of my son’s amazing shaft, giving it a slight squeeze. “You’re definitely a lot thicker than he was, and heavier too. I’m sure your grandfather would be quite proud.” My son winced, his eyes rolling slightly back up into his head. Apparently he hadn’t expected me to grab his cock like that. So I released my grip, not wanting to appear too forward. As I’ve said before, I didn’t want to do anything without his consent. If we were going to have sex he was going to have to make the first move.

So instead, I finished taking off my pantyhose, which were now down around my ankles, but instead of tossing them back onto the bed I draped them across my son’s hard cock, using it like a coat rack. David left it where it lay as I suspected he would, and watched me while I slipped into the Givenchy Body Gleamers, which sparkled almost as much as the red dress I was wearing. Unfettered by a bra, my naked breasts swayed freely beneath the snug fabric of my skin tight dress while I wriggled my way into my hose. Then my son handed me a pair of shoes that he had picked up off the floor, and I took them from him, eager to do his bidding.

The shoes were clear plastic slides, with three inch platforms and eight inch heels. I had purchased them at a Frederick’s of Hollywood from a man who asked me if I could dance for him at his bachelor party. I took the man’s number and told him I’d think about it. Once I had the shoes on I walked around the room for my son. As I did my long legs slid easily in and out of the slits on my sparkly red dress, showing off my shiny legs to their best advantage. I had to admit, the overall effect was quite dazzling. The tight dress even made my ass look higher and rounder than it already was, and my tits jiggled and wiggled like they had a mind all their own. My son sat down on the edge of the bed, enjoying his private show, the pair of discarded pantyhose still dangling from his naked cock. How he restrained himself from masturbating I’ll never know.

“You look great, Mom.” My son remarked, looking up at me with lust in his eyes. “Really glamorous. Very sexy.” So I thanked him and walked over to where he was sitting. Then I moved up between his legs until my body was pressed up softly against his. I took him by the neck and guided his face to my ample cleavage, holding it there between the exposed swell of my huge breasts. Then I lifted my right knee until it was pressed firmly against his swollen shaft, just like a stripper would do. “Is there anything else I can do for you 3;” I breathed heavily, adding even more pressure against his cock. “ 3;or would you like me to try on something else?”

I could actually feel my son’s thick cock throbbing against my leg, and he groaned softly into my chest. I thought for moment that he was going to make his move, but instead he cleared his throat and mumbled something about me trying on the black one, referring to the other dress that I had held up earlier. “Sure thing Baby.” I cooed softly. “Anything you want.” So, with his face still between my breasts, I untied the straps around my neck and pulled them down, fully exposing my naked tits. Then I cupped them gingerly in my hands, offering them to my son. He turned his face upward to look at me then, parting his lips as he did, and allowed me to place one of my nipples just inside his mouth. He sucked on it briefly, just enough to make it hard, then he did the same for my other nipple.

“Hmmm 3;” I moaned, feeling my body tingle all over.

By this time my son’s hands had found their way through the slits on my dress again as well, and he was slowly feeling his way around my pantyhose covered ass. So I turned around for him slowly. Then I locked my knees and once again bent over at the hip, and this time I leaned over all the way to the floor, until my head was down between my calves. Then I reached up and slowly peeled off the rest of my red dress until it lay in a heap around my feet, and I was staring back through my legs up at my young son wearing only my shiny control top pantyhose and my clear plastic ‘FuckMe’ stripper shoes.

I grabbed my ankles for support then as my son continued feeling up my silky ass and my glowing gams. “Would you like me to leave them on?” I asked softly. “Or would you like me to try on another pair?” Instead of responding my son slipped his right hand between my thighs and brought his fingers up to my crotch, finally making his move. Then there was a loud wet smack, but I didn’t need to hear it to know that my son had just found my pussy. “uuuooohh!” I yelped, relishing the sensation of my young son’s touch. “Hmmm 3;that’s it, Ungh 3;yeeeahh 3;riiight there.”

Then my son leaned his face into my ass and inhaled deeply, taking in the strong aroma that was now emanating from my wet snatch, and as my son worked his fingers along the groove between the folds of my pussy, expanding the crevice he had created there wider and deeper, the crotch of my pantyhose become increasingly more damp. My juices were flowing freely now, and I could tell that it was only a matter of time before I came. My son must have sensed it too, because he forced his face into my sopping wet cunt and exchanged his fingers for his tongue, and even though I was wearing control top pantyhose with a reinforced cotton panel he zeroed in right away on my clit, and began flicking it expertly back and forth against the sensitive nub right through the thick nylon fabric.

“iiiieeeyyyaaaAAAAUUUGGHHH!!!” I screamed, bucking my ass violently. I came so hard that I lost my balance and pitched forward. But my son held me fast, digging his fingers into my ass and pulling my crotch even more firmly into his face, the whole time spreading my butt cheeks further and further apart with the bridge of his nose. Then I felt his teeth as he actually proceeded to nibble on my clit. “OOohHHGAAWDoohHHFUCKK!!” I screamed again, and quickly released a tidal wave cum down upon my son’s face as I climaxed harder than I had in years.

“OoohhffFFPHUUckkK!!!” By now I was hollering at the top of my lungs. “MMMmmyyeeahh!! Suck it!! 3;Hmmph!! 3;Eat It!!! UNNNGGH!! 3;EEATMYYPUSSSIEEE!!!” By this time David was lapping up my crotch like a desert coyote that had gone mad with thirst. “oooooh!! That’s it Baby! 3;uh-huh, lick it up!! Ungh!! yyeaahh!! 3;UHmmph!! All for you, Baby!!”

I’m not sure how long my son was at it, but by the time he finally pulled away his face was glistening with my cum. It was running in streams down my nylon covered legs as well, all the way down to my clear plastic slides. “Maybe you should try on another pair.” He said finally, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “These are all wet.” All I could do was groan in response as I obediently reached up to take off my ruined hose, but instead of just pulling them off, I peeled them back seductively, looking back at my son as I did. Then I began to slowly roll them down the length of my legs. As I watched my son’s face I realized that he was completely oblivious to the fact that my naked pussy was now inches away from his face. Instead, he was totally consumed by his fetish, and watched transfixed as I rolled my pantyhose down the length of both my legs. I drew it out as well, not even removing my shoes until all of the nylon fabric was rolled down around my ankles.

Finally, after removing my shoes and hose completely, I turned around and dropped down to my knees in front of my son, grateful to be finally sitting down. Then I took one of the rolled up legs of my pantyhose and placed it on the crown of my son’s enormous cock, then slowly rolled it down his thirteen and half inch monster, like it was some kind of huge nylon condom. A thick glob of precum oozed its way out from the tip of my son’s rigid member as the soft nylon washed over the length of his swollen shaft, and after I had my pantyhose firmly wrapped around the entire length of my son’s glorious cock all the way down to his huge ball sack, I looked up at him expectantly with my mouth slightly parted, waiting patiently for him to tell me what to do next.

Of course it was at that precise moment that my husband decided to come home. “Jenny!!” My husband’s voice came, reverberating up the stairs. “David! Are you guys home?” David immediately shot up and ran to the door with both pairs of pantyhose still attached to his cock. They flailed wildly behind him like nylon scarves in a strong wind. Snatching up his clothes he turned around and looked back into my beseeching eyes. ‘So close,’ I thought to myself. I was so close.

“The pink tights.” My son said quickly. “Wear the pink tights with the black dress 3;and those shoes.” Pointing, he indicated a pair of black shoes with thin laces and stiletto heels. “For your meeting.” He said. “No one will be able to resist you in those.” Then he was gone, quickly closing the door behind him. Then, just as quickly, the door opened again and my husband walked into the room. “Jenny!” He exclaimed. “Are you okay? Why didn’t you answer me?” I looked up at him, still kneeling on the floor by my bed where my son had been sitting just a moment ago. Still naked and still very horny, I looked up at my husband. “Gerald 3;” I sighed. “Just shut up and fuck me.”Over the course of the next few days my son and I barely had enough time to exchange pleasantries, let alone continue our little May-December romance, or whatever it was we were having. My son was being bombarded with homework at school while I was gearing up for my big presentation, which was less than a week away. Plus, my husband was always close by, putting a stop to any ideas I might have had about a romantic evening alone with my son. To say that I was more than a little frustrated would be putting it mildly. However, there was a plus side to all of this.

Now that the cat was out of the bag and my son, David, knew about my desire to have sex with him, I didn’t have to worry about subtlety anymore, and I relentlessly teased him as much as I could. Before, I had always gotten fully dressed before going downstairs to breakfast. Now, I walked around half dressed, rarely buttoning up my blouse before leaving the house, let alone putting on a jacket or coat. Sometimes I’d rush downstairs in only my underwear and high heels. But of course I’d always be wearing a pair of silky smooth pantyhose! At other times my son would come by my room while I was getting dressed, and if my husband was in the shower I’d put on a show for him, like I was doing a striptease in reverse, and I always asked my son for advice about what I should wear to the office. Now that I had a wardrobe more suited to his fetish, my son had lots to choose from, and I quickly learned which outfits were his favorites.

While I was at the office I practiced my teasing techniques on all the men I worked with. I had always been the office hottie, but they didn’t quite know how to respond to my new sexy persona, but that didn’t stop them from hanging around my office. I now kept my door open at all times, and if I sensed that someone was out in the hallway I would swivel in my chair so that my legs were faced in that direction. Then, while keeping my own eyes on my work, I would slowly and seductively uncross and recross my legs, or dangle my shoes. Of course my son always picked out my shortest mini skirts and my tightest dresses for me to wear, so whoever passed by my office was always sure to get a good long glimpse of my crotch. Of course, like the red dress I had tried on for my son, most of my outfits looked best if I wasn’t wearing any panties. So, whoever happened to be looking up my skirt at the time stood a very good chance of seeing my pussy. Of course it all depended on the type of pantyhose I was wearing. Although my son liked the sheer nudes, he definitely had a preference for the thicker, shinier nylon fabrics. One day he even asked if I could wear a pair of his sister’s tights to work!

I also made a point of strutting around the office, stopping by all the men’s cubicles to see what they were working on or just to say hi. This always made them nervous because most of them were my subordinates. I would always lean in close, bending over so I could take a look at their computer monitors. Since I had started wearing lacier bras that were a lot less binding, my large breasts always heaved their way out of whatever top I might be wearing, and if I was wearing a blouse I would always make sure to leave the top three or four buttons undone. While the men checked out my cleavage I would brush a nylon covered thigh up against their arms, which would almost always make them rock hard. After finding out about my son’s fetish for pantyhose I wasn’t surprised to discover that most of the men at my office had fetishes as well. Now that I knew what to look for, it wasn’t hard to figure out which guys were into feet and shoes, and which were into legs and pantyhose.

By the end of the week all the men were running around panting like lap dogs at my feet, and more than a few times I would see one rushing off to the bathroom to jack himself off. Finally, it got so bad that I got called into my boss’ office. When I saw that the CEO and VP were there as well I knew that I was in trouble. Apparently I had been having a bit too much fun teasing my male co-workers, and guessed that one of the women in my office had lodged a complaint. To my surprise, however, I soon found out that I couldn’t have been more wrong.

“Mrs. Burke 3;um, Jenny.” My boss began. He was sitting behind his desk while the other two men were standing off to the side. Apparently they were there to listen, not talk. Each of them were in dark business suits and sporting a blue or a red tie. As for myself, I was sitting on small leather sofa just to the side of my boss’ desk. He had told me to make myself comfortable when I first came in, and offered me the sofa instead of the chair that sat across from him. Apparently he wanted me to feel at ease about whatever it was we were going to talk about.

“Uh 3;Jenny,” he continued. “I’d like to talk to you about your 3;um, behavior this past week 3;uh, around the office, and especially your 3;um, choice of wardrobe.”

This part I expected, so I crossed my arms in a defensive manner and put my head down, pouting at the old man whom I had worked for for more than five years. “uh 3;please!” He said. “Don’t get me wrong. We want to 3;um, thank you. What with the big presentation coming up and all 3;everyone here has been overworked and feeling under appreciated. Why, I have seen morale this low in years 3;that is, until this past week 3;thanks to you.”

I was stunned to say the least. They were actually thanking me for acting like a slut. I let out a large sigh of relief, not even realizing that I had been holding my breath. “In fact,” my boss continued, before I even had a chance to reply. “We’d like to encourage you to spend more of your time 3;uh, rallying the troops 3;so to speak.” When he said this my jaw dropped open. Not only were they thanking me for being the office tease, they were actually encouraging my behavior.

I realized then the precarious position these men were putting themselves in. They could get into an awful lot of trouble for talking to me this way. Which is probably why they were all there. If one goes down, they all go down together. I had to admit, I admired their tenacity. Of course they all knew only too well that they were giving me the upper hand, but apparently they thought I was worth the risk.

“Well,” I said finally, enjoying the unexpected turn of events. “If I’m going to spend more time 3;rallying the troops, I’ll need an assistant to take some of the work load off of my hands.” As I said this I eased back into the leather sofa and slowly uncrossed my legs. At the time I was wearing a light pastel, lavender business jacket with a matching mini skirt, and ‘mini’ is putting it mildly. As soon as I uncrossed my legs all three men in the room had a clear view of my crotch, and since I was wearing a pair of white, sheer to waist pantyhose none of them had any trouble seeing my well trimmed bush. Before they could reply I began fiddling with the buttons on my blouse. “Also,” I said, quickly undoing the next two down. “if you’re asking me to do what I think you’re asking me to do 3;I’m going to need a little more incentive to keep the men’s morale 3;up, so to speak.”

The CEO and VP were staring wide eyed at my pussy, not believing that I would actually go for their outrageous proposal. But I could see that they were very excited about the prospect of doing business with me. The bulges in the fronts of their pants told me that, and even though my boss was shielded by his desk, I knew that he was just as excited as the other two. By this time I had completely unbuttoned my blouse and was quietly shrugging it off my shoulders along with my jacket. Next came my bra, and in one quick motion I snapped off the front clasp. Before anyone could say ‘dictation’ my huge tits came bounding into view. This time it was their jaws that dropped open. “Ooopsie!” I squeaked. “Now look what I’ve gone and done.”

My boss was standing now and making his way around to the front of his desk. His fly was undone and his hard cock was sticking out of it like a lurid fugsicle. The other two were unzipping their flys as well, not wanting to be left out of whatever was going to happen. Then I slipped off the leather sofa and kneeled in front of them, wearing only my mini skirt, hose and high heeled shoes. In one swift motion I yanked off my skirt as well and tossed it across the room. “Okay gentlemen.” I said, taking command of the meeting. “Lets get down to terms.”

As I’ve said before, I’ve never had any qualms about sleeping my way up the corporate ladder. What are a few blowjobs compared to an extra ten or twenty thousand dollars a year, and by the end of the day I was passing out blowjobs like they were lollipops, only it was me who was doing all the sucking. After the meeting it was decided that I would have an ‘Open Door’ policy, where any man could come into my office at any time, and I would be responsible for relieving him of any stress or anxiety he might have. Which basically meant that if his dick was hard, I’d suck on it as long as I had to, until he either came down my throat or I died trying to make it happen. I was also encouraged to wear even more revealing outfits, which I assured my bosses would not be a problem at all. On the condition, of course, that I would be allowed to wear pantyhose at all times. They agreed, and in return I was given two full-time assistants, both male and both of my choosing, and a forty thousand dollar raise with unlimited sick days.

I was still responsible for heading up the big presentation, though. I was too involved, and it was too late to bring anyone else up to speed. So I still had to carry tons of work home with me at the end of the day, especially now that I was wasting so much time at the office sucking off my co-workers. When I finally got home I set up shop at the dining room table, where my husband and I often worked late into the night. But lately, it hardly felt like work at all. Not since I had started teasing my son. You see, David had always done his homework in front of the TV while he was sprawled out on the living room floor. I never knew until just a few short days ago that he chose to do his homework there because from that particular spot he could easily see beneath the dining room table, and since neither my husband or myself could see what he was doing, he could stare at my legs and up my skirts as much as he wanted. Apparently he had been doing this for years!

Of course, when I got home I would already be wet between the thighs, still sexually charged from my exploits at the office. So when I finally sat down at the dining room table I was hornier than hell, and knowing that my son was already in position on the living room floor, eagerly waiting for me to sit down, just made it that much worse. So, as soon as I sat down I would immediately part my legs and fan my knees apart, giving my boy an unobstructed view of my pantylined, reinforced, nylon clad crotch. Even though my husband sat right next to me he would usually be so engrossed in his own work that he wouldn’t even notice as I brazenly reached down between my thighs and began massaging my swollen pussy. It was all I could do to keep my mind on my own work as I continued to work away at my clit, becoming more and more wet, completely drenching the front of my pantyhose.

When I did this I would occasionally get up, just to take a breather or to fix myself a cup of coffee. But of course I was really getting up so I could get a peek at my eighteen year old son. He would always smile at me and roll over onto his side, showing me how incredibly turned on he was by reveling his hard cock for me. Sometimes he would boldly walk into the kitchen stark naked, reminding me of his grandfather, and I would brush my legs or my ass up against his stiff cock teasingly. At times he would even grab me from behind, cupping my breasts firmly. Then he would yank up my skirt or my dress and slip his erect cock between my silky thighs. I would press them together for him, pinning his sensitive organ between the soft nylon fabric encasing my legs. Then he would thrust his cock back and forth along the slick groove between my ass cheeks and the folds of my pussy. Every time he did this it only took a few strokes for him to make me cum. Then my son would have to clasp a strong hand over my mouth to drown out the loud cry that always threatened to escape my lips. My husband, of course, never noticed a thing.

My favorite part of the day, however, was late at night after everyone had already gone up to bed. I’d lounge around in my red satin robe, wearing only a pair of suntan pantyhose underneath and my fuzzy red slippers on my feet. Then, after I was certain that everyone was asleep, I would steal my way upstairs and into my son’s bedroom, so I could watch him while he slept. As gently as I could I would peel back his covers, always trying to guess what kind of pantyhose he had worn to bed that night, before seeing them for the first time. Then I would sit down next to him on the edge of his bed, like I had done the night I first discovered his secret fetish. Then I would begin softly caressing his silky legs, running my hands up and down over his nylon covered feet and ankles, over his silky knees and soft thighs, and of course, up around his swollen balls and nylon covered cock.

It would only take a few moments for the transformation to take place. Sometimes I wouldn’t even have to touch it at all, and as soon as I sat down it would begin to grow. I loved watching my son’s penis as it came to life. Watching it as hot blood coursed through the large veins running along his incredibly thick shaft, forcing it to expand and thicken even more. Then it would suddenly increase in speed, growing by leaps and bounds right before my eyes until it pulsated and throbbed its way to its full length of thirteen and a half inches, the swollen head ballooning up to the size of my fist.

Then I would lean over my son’s crotch, bringing my face down between his thighs. First I would lick my way around his testicles, teasing them with my tongue until they were wet with saliva. Then I would suck his balls up into my mouth one at a time, like a hungry reptile invading a nest of eggs. His thighs would always part for me then, to give me easier access, inviting me to proceed at my leisure. Then I would work my way up the base of his fat meaty cock, licking and sucking, working up more and more spit as I went along. Shivers would run down my spine as I felt my tongue glide its way along the silky nylon of my son’s pantyhose, and my own hand would inevitably find its way to my pussy, frantically fighting its way through my own pair of pantyhose to get at my cum soaked pussy.

By this time my son would be moaning loudly, obviously in the throws of some erotic dream. Then my licking would turn into slurping, and my sucking would turn into slobbering, as I furiously went to town on my son’s silky member. Then I would attack the tip of his cock like some kind of crazed animal, pulling up at the base of his cock so I could get a hand around his massive shaft. As soon as I had it up far enough I would dive in, impaling my mouth on his nylon rod. Forcing his cock down my throat, I’d bob my head up and down on it until I felt the first signs that my son was waking up. I wouldn’t stop either, not until I had brought him to the brink of climax. Only after I had tasted the first drops of precum would I back off, licking them off my son’s penis as they escaped the confines of his swollen manhood. Then I would silently gather my robe about me and quickly make my exit, relishing the sweet taste of my young son’s cum. If my son ever woke up during one of these sessions he never told me, so I never mentioned them to him either.

Finally the weekend came, but with my meeting coming up the following Monday I had to spend most of it at the office, setting up visual aids and models, and smoothing out the rough spots in my presentation. I was devastated too, because I knew that my daughter, Susan, would be home soon from Spring Break, and then I would never get a chance to be alone with my son. I hired my first assistant, though, so I had a warm body around the office to help me out. In a moment of divine inspiration I had given my son’s friend, Joey, a call. The boy from our neighborhood that I had run into at the mall, the one I had given the footjob to in the shoe store. As I had suspected, he had been fired for his misconduct and was currently looking for a new job. Needless to say, he jumped at the chance to intern in our offices and work under me. Of course I had promised that I would give him all the ‘hands on’ experience he could take, and that I would see to his training personally, giving him my undivided attention so that he could benefit from my years of experience.

Then the big day finally came. After all this time it was weird to know that in another 24 hours it would all be over. Of course if my firm got the contract it would mean a lot more work for everyone. But my part would be over and I’d be able to devote more time to some of my newer, more 3;stimulating pursuits. Since I still had so much to do that day I got up early, knowing that I’d be long gone before anyone else even got out of bed. My outfit, of course, had already been picked out by my son. So after I finished washing up, applying my make-up and fussing with my hair, it was already laid out for me.

To say that the black dress my son had chosen for me to wear was sexy would’ve been like saying the Pope was kind of religious. It was an ultra sheer, slinky nylon tube dress that’s intended to show off your underwear or your slip when you wear it. You know, the kind of dress you might see a young college girl wearing out at a trendy night spot or a hip dance club. It felt like I was slipping into a pair of my Hane’s Silken Mist pantyhose as I stepped into it and pulled the nylon number up around my long legs, and it was so skin tight that it took a Herculean effort just to bring it up around my enormous boobs. The top of it stopped halfway up my cleavage, and it was so short that if I had brought it up any further it would have slipped up around my waist. Lucky for me I had a tight round ass to keep it in place.

Attached to the top of the dress, underneath each of my armpits, were long nylon sleeves. Again I was reminded of my pantyhose, and as I put them on I felt like I was sliding my arms into the legs of one of my most expensive pairs of hosiery. The sleeves came down all the way to my wrists and clung to my arms all the way up to my shoulders, coming to a stop just above my biceps.

Of course, instead of wearing an opaque bra or a slip underneath it like you’re supposed to, I was wearing the same black nylon bra that I had worn the other day when I held my little fashion show for my son. So it was one sheer layer of silky black nylon on top of another, leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination. It was the next best thing to being naked, and since my bra didn’t have shoulder straps and only hooked around in the back, it looked perfect with the dress, like it had been made for just this purpose. Of course I had applied a generous amount of pink blush to my nipples as well, so they stood out like a pair of high beams on an oncoming semi.

The tights came next. They were hot pink and thicker than most of the tights I had worn before. They were incredibly stretchy and snapped back against the flesh of my thighs as I yanked them up around my waist. After I pulled them on and smoothed them out, I pulled my dress back down and took a look at myself in the full length mirror. ‘My God!’ I thought to myself. I’d be spotted more than a mile away in these babies! Not only would they stop traffic, they were probably capable of landing a fucking plane! Who needs landing lights when you’ve got a bright beacon of shiny hot pink nylon to guide your way. In fact, I looked so much like a tawdry neon sign that I felt like I should be mounted on top of a strip joint in Vegas with a blinking arrow pointing at my crotch! All I needed were a couple of pink lights to attach to my nipples.

“David’s going to fucking love this!” I exclaimed, completely forgetting that my husband was right behind me asleep in our bed.

Finally I put on my black shoes, which my son had also picked out for me. They were completely open, showing off the entire foot except for a number of thin straps which crisscrossed their way over the base of my toes and the tops of my feet. The base of the shoes were very slender and had tall, 6" stiletto heels. The shoes also had long laces attached to the back of the heel, which I had to lace up around my ankles. I had to loop them around four or five times each before tying them off into tiny little bows.

I glanced at myself one more time in the mirror before I left, admiring the way my pink lipstick, eye shadow and nail polish matched my tights, and the way my glossy, jet black hair matched my see through dress and sexy shoes. Looking down at my crotch, I could easily see through my transparent dress that I wasn’t wearing any panties. Although my tights were opaque, they were so snug that it was hard to miss the way they molded themselves around my cunt, and after doing a quick turn, I could see that they also conformed perfectly to my butt cheeks, burying themselves deeply into the crack of my ass. ‘Boy!’ I thought to myself. ‘I really do look like Jeanna Fine. In fact, I look like I’m on my way to a shoot a porno flick!’ Actually, as you’ll all soon find out, what I was thinking wasn’t too far from the truth.I don’t know what’s gotten into me! I rarely post this many stories at once. But then again 3;occasionally I do like to spoil my boys. I don’t know when I’ll be able to post again, though. So I’ll try to reward your patience with something special next time.

Better get a box of tissues out for this one guys, you’re in for one wild ride 3;

—Roxy, xxoo


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Even though it was still early in the morning when I pulled into the parking structure of my building, there were already a few guys hanging around my parking spot. As I pulled to a stop I saw some money quickly changing hands and realized they were all bidding on who would get to help me out of my car. To my surprise it was my new intern, Joey, who had coughed up the most dough. Where he got the money from I didn’t know, but when he held out his hand for me there was a small wad of cash tucked beneath his palm. I deftly took it into my own as I accepted his offer to help me out of my car, rewarding him with the best crotch shot of his young adult life. It was easy for me to do too because I drive a large S.U.V., and my pussy was right on eye level with the small boy’s head. I fanned my knees apart for him as far as they would go, and waited long enough for him to feel like he had really gotten his money’s worth.

“dduuuhhhh 3;” He groaned, staring dumfounded at the outline of my pussy beneath the glowing fabric of my bright pink tights. “Thank you, Joey.” I replied sweetly. Then I said “Remember these?” And before I stepped down from my car I pointed a dainty foot at his crotch, wriggling my exposed reinforced toes as I did. The open black shoes I was wearing with the stiletto heels were from the same batch I had purchased at his store. When he looked down at them he smiled, and when I noticed the growing bulge in his pants I said “Remember this?” And pressed my foot firmly down onto his semi erect penis like I was trying to stamp out a big fat cigar. His cock responded quickly too, growing another two to three inches in mere moments. “Uuunnghh!” He grunted loudly.

All of the other men were watching my little performance with rapt attention as I proceeded to sharply dig my 6” stiletto heel into Joey’s tight little balls, unable to tear their eyes away from the sight of my spectacular foot play. That is, until I finally stepped down from my car, and then suddenly everyone was staring at my nipples, which were poking out visibly through my sheer nylon dress and my barely there nylon bra. As soon as I got out of my car they began fighting each other to be the first one at my side, so they could escort me to the stairwell. Since my meeting with my bosses all the other women in our office had been assigned to different floors so I could feel free to wear whatever I wanted to around the office. But I had to start taking the stairs up to my floor to avoid any awkward encounters in the elevators. Of course I was told that there would be a few men waiting for me when I arrived to make sure the coast was clear. Over the weekend I had placed a few extra outfits in my office as well, just in case we had any unexpected clients drop in on us. Those outfits weren’t conservative by any means, but they were one’s I could get away with in mixed company.

The men couldn’t stop salivating over the outfit my son, David, had picked out for me, not believing that I would actually wear such a thing in public. Each of them drooled all over me, staring at my bouncing breasts and my tight round butt all the way up the stairwell. Finally after making it to my office I closed the door, giving Joey explicit instructions not to call for me until everyone was in the conference room. This was met with huge groans and complaints from the growing crowd outside my office, but they all understood I needed to be alone to psyche myself up for the big presentation. Of course I’m sure they all believed I would change into one of my more ‘professional’ looking outfits before going into the big meeting, but I had already made a promise to my son that I would wear what I had on, and I wasn’t about to disappoint him. The only change I made to the outfit at all was the addition of my reading glasses, which I perched on the end of my perky little nose.

When Joey finally showed me into the conference room and introduced me to our esteemed guests I was met with stunned silence. All six of the firm’s partners were there, as well as the CEO and a couple other V.I.P.S. All of them were looking at me like I had gone out of my mind. Smiling, Joey sat down in an empty chair in a corner of the room. He had been such a big help over the weekend that I promised that I’d let him watch the proceedings. “Isn’t that a school day?” I had asked him. But he had told me that he wouldn"t miss it for the world. All five of the men I was there to impress were Japanese, all in dark suits, all old, and none of them taller that five feet. I could tell because they all stood up and bowed slightly when I strode into the room. I bowed as well. Only I bowed much lower, as one should to show the proper respect. Of course I was also showing them my ample cleavage, and my huge boobs almost popped out of my tight little tube dress in the process!

At first I’m sure they thought it was all a big joke, that the firm had hired a stripper to come in to entertain them before the real meeting began. But after I introduced myself and started into my pitch they all looked at each other, not believing their eyes. I quickly moved to the head of the conference table, upon which was a detailed scale model of our firm’s proposed project. Behind me hung a state of the art video screen that was tapped into an overhead camera, as well as two others that were mounted on opposite ends of the conference room. Nodding to Joey, who I had given the remote controls to, I gave the go ahead signal to start taping.

Of course, instead of displaying an arial view of the model, the screen behind me gave everyone in the room a bird’s eye view of my immense cleavage. Apparently someone had tampered with the overhead camera. Joey, switching to camera two, treated everyone to the sight of my bright pink ass, nestled in the shiny fabric of my black nylon dress. Camera three, on the other hand, gave an overview of the entire office, making sure that all the action would be caught on tape. A red light blinked behind me, letting everyone know that the cameras were rolling.

Instead of using a more professional monotone voice to deliver my speech, I dropped my voice an octave and spoke in low sultry tones. I used a small pointer as well, about the length of my son’s long penis, to indicate specifics in the overall design and construction of the model. Of course when I wasn’t using it to point anything out I would playfully hold it between my breasts or stroke it suggestively with one of my delicate hands. At other times I would even bring it up to my mouth, nibbling on the tip or sucking on it outright as I paused in the middle of my speech for effect. Also, anytime I pointed anything out on the model I made a point of bending over, giving myself an opportunity to show off my large tits again, and with all the bending I was doing it wasn’t long before the nonexistent hem of my tight fitting dress hiked itself up around my waist.

As I got further into my pitch I started walking around the room, relying on Joey to keep the cameras on me. My stiletto heels would sound off every one of my steps as I moved from one chair to the next, brushing my body up against whoever might be sitting there. Of course I gave special attention to the five Japanese businessmen. It was obvious they were enjoying themselves too because they had begun copping feels of my ass and legs, and even grabbing my tits when they hung close enough to their greedy little hands. When the partners saw this they all visibly relaxed, some even pulled out their hard cocks and began openly stroking themselves.

I went through the whole presentation this way, never missing a single bullet point. I didn’t even have to look at my notes, which I had forgotten back in my office anyway. When I was finished every man in the room had his cock pulled out of his fly, all of them hard as a rock. Joey too, whose stiff penis I had made a point of brushing up against as many times as I could.

“Well, gentlemen.” I said finally, sitting down at the head of the conference table. “I think you’ve all had a chance to see everything that I have to offer. So now, if you’ll all take turns stepping up to the front here 3;I’ll take time to field any input you wish to give me. You’ll find that I’m well equipped to handle any hard task that’s put in front of me.”

The men took turns alright, some of them took two or three! Of course I took care of the Japanese businessmen first, sucking on their small cocks like a two dollar whore. I swallowed so much cum at the end of that meeting that I thought I was going to be pissing sperm for a week. I made sure to swallow it all, though. I didn’t want them to soil my outfit and ruin it for my son. But I could tell that some of them wanted nothing more than to cum on my huge American hooters, so I finally gave in.

First I made them all wait for me to get undressed, and only after I was completely naked did I allow them to cum on my face and chest. Apparently the Japanese business men were big fans of bukkake, and liked seeing my body covered in their cum. The partners joined in as well, cheering each other on, offering up their spunk until I was covered in their goo. But it was little Joey that got the biggest round of applause, because he nailed me right between the eyes with a huge blast of his young seed, knocking off my glasses and blinding me for over five minutes. As I groped my way around the conference room floor I could actually hear him being high-fived by all the partners in the firm.

Needless to say, those five Japanese businessmen quickly agreed to give us their business, hoping for many more similar encounters with our firm. Of course we sent each of them home with a copy of the taped proceedings. All of the partners were pleased as well, congratulating me on my unorthodox approach. Apparently I had really begun thinking outside the box, and they told me how nice it was to work with someone willing to go that extra mile and really take one for the team.

‘I took one for the team, alright.’ I thought to myself, as I scooped a huge wad of cum out of my right ear. I was so worn out after the meeting that Joey had to help clean me up. I was so thankful that I allowed him to dress me as well. To his credit, he took great care with every article of clothing, especially my sexy shoes, which he expertly laced up around my ankles. “I couldn’t have done it better myself.” I told him, watching him while he tied them off in cute little bows. Then I had him drive me home, too exhausted to do it for myself.

On the way Joey had a hard time keeping his eyes on the road, stealing quick glances at my nylon clad boobs and long silky legs every few seconds. I noticed right away that he had quickly developed an enormous hard-on as well, which he was making absolutely no effort to try to hide from my own wandering eyes. “Jesus!” I exclaimed, referring to his erratic driving 3;not his cock. “You’re going to get us both killed!”

Then, after letting him see that I had only just been kidding, I rolled my eyes at him and sighed heavily. “Here,” I said, reaching over and zipping down his fly. “If you’re not going to pay attention to the road anyway, I might as well give you a better reason for being so distracted.” Then I lowered my head down into his lap slowly, pulled out his cock, and quickly deep throated the entire length of his seven inch shaft.

“wwhhHOOoohh!!” Joey chirped, swerving sharply into the next lane. “ 3;ohmygod-ohmygod-ohmygod 3;ooooohhh!!” But I ignored his squealing and the screeching of the tires, concentrating at on the task at hand, bobbing my head up and down on his stiff pole like an oil rig drilling for oil. Only it wasn’t black gold that I was searching so hard for, it was white lightning, trapped down in the depths of his scrotum like some kind of reluctant genie. So I began rubbing the base of his cock with both of my hands as well, to help coax the little demon out of his tight ball sack.

“SShhllorrRRP!! UULLkk!! Uhmmphh! 3;ULpULp 3;Shhhlloorrp!!!” I went, furiously sucking away on his hard dick. I even banged my head up and down to the beat of the music as it blared out the windows, keeping up my break neck speed for about ten to fifteen minutes. Finally a slow song came onto the radio and I slowed my pace, continuing my oral manipulations of his rigid member in a more relaxed, romantic manner. Reaching down between my large breasts, Joey eased off the clutch and shifted down a few gears, copping a feel in the process and finally gaining back control of his car.

Then I began licking the tip of his cock, concentrating solely on the swollen purple crown of his erect penis. I looked up at him too with a devilish look in my eyes and a big grin on my face, and when I noticed the trucker speeding along next to us in the passenger seat of a huge semi, I peered up at him as well, my grin becoming even wider. Taking a quick look back over my right shoulder I could see yet another semi, the man behind the wheel of the eighteen wheeler stealing long glances at my tight round butt, which I had stuck up high into the air.

Joey even reached across my back and grabbed the hem of my see-thru dress, pulling it up around my waist so I could more easily display my hot pink, nylon butt in the passenger side window. Then, turning my attention back to Joey’s rigid tool, I reached down to my wrists, pulling my black nylon sleeves up around my hands. Then I wrapped them firmly around the sensitive skin of Joey’s steel hard shaft, yanking up on his joystick like a navy seal piloting a doomed apache helicopter, zooming down in a tailspin at over 200 miles an hour looking for hell or high water!

“oooOOOOHHHHHSSSSSHHHIIIIIIIIIITTTT!!!!” He screamed, his eyes bulging out of their sockets.

Of course with all the friction I was creating with my silky soft sleeves there was no way Joey could stop himself from cumming. I don’t think any man, let alone a young virgin like him, would’ve been able to resist being tortured this way for very long without succumbing to the glorious sensations being created by the amazing fabric we all know and love. So I opened my mouth wide, tilting my head back and sticking out my tongue as far as it would go, and watched in rapture as Joey’s cock erupted, just like old faithful, sending huge jet streams of thick gooey fluid skyrocketing into the air.

The first blast was so powerful that the first few shots of cum actually hit the roof of the car and landed on the inside of driver’s side window. But thankfully most of it fell down upon my face and into my hungry mouth. One blob plopped down heavily into my left eye, and since I wasn’t wearing my glasses I became partially blinded, having to squint out of my right eye just so I could see the trucker next to us as he gave Joey the thumbs up. I reciprocated the gesture with one nylon clad thumb, then proceeded to finish the job I had started, cleaning off Joey’s gooey rod until I had ridden it of any signs that he had climaxed at all. Behind us a horn blared loudly and I peered up at the rearview mirror to see that we were being tailgated by an old beat up red car. The truckers instantly joined in as well, blasting their loud horns over and over as we sped on down the highway!

Finishing up, I finally got a chance to look myself over in the small mirror tucked beneath my sun visor. Then I took a moment to clean myself up, grabbing a kleenex out of the glove compartment so I could dab away at all the little bits of cum that were still left on my face and in my hair. After I finished I reached over and zipped Joey up, noticing that we were almost home. “Good timing!” I said cheerfully, smiling as we pulled up into the driveway of my house.

While seeing me to the door Joey grabbed my ass, copping one last feel for the road. I smiled at his new found confidence and responded by slipping my nylon covered hand down the front of his pants again, ignoring the fact that it was the middle of the day and anyone near a window could plainly see what we were doing. Joey was hard as a rock again, and his seven inch cock pulsated strongly and eagerly beneath my silky grip. “I’d invite you inside 3;” I said, squeezing down on it a little more firmly. “ 3;but I’m too fucking tired.”

The red car from the highway honked its horn as it sped past my house. Then another car drove by and nearly ran off the road. “Umm 3;” Joey replied, moving his hand up to my crotch. “ 3;are you sure? I really like it when you 3;umm, use your sleeves like that.” Another car honked, driving by more slowly, but when I glanced up I realized that it was just the first car driving back around for a second look. My dress of course was still hiked up high above the waistband of my tights, up around my flat stomach. I had forgotten all about it during the drive home and I hadn’t even bothered to pull it down before stepping out of the car.

By this time Joey was aggressively massaging my sensitive mound through my thick opaque tights, getting me all worked up again. So I began stroking his rigid member with my sleeve one more time, conscious of the fact that he was quickly developing a fetish of his own for the silky feel of nylon. Lifting his face up to my breast, Joey took one of my nipples into his small mouth and began roughly sucking on it through my transparent dress. Then he unzipped the front of his pants, releasing his hard cock to give me easier access. I responded by quickening my pace, rapidly manipulating his swollen sex organ. Even though I was tired, it was no excuse for giving the boy a poor hand job. Then I heard the sound of a motor running and glanced up to see the same red car, only now it was parked out in front of the lawn. In it were three boys from the neighborhood who were all apparently just getting home from school. I recognized them easily too because all of their faces were pressed up against the windows, which they were rolling down rapidly. “Go for it Joey!” they all hooped and hollered.

“Joey 3;uuhh 3;” I breathed heavily. “We can’t 3;uungh 3;do this 3;ummpph 3;here.” By now Joey had one of his fingers buried deeply inside the walls of my cunt, even though my tights fought against him at every turn. Pulling his mouth off of my tit with a loud wet “SHPOP!!’ he looked up at me. “Can I take a rain check then?” He asked, giving my snatch another hard poke. “OOHH!! 3;Uuuhhgghh!!!” I cried, cumming unexpectedly. “UNgh! 3;uummph 3;uh, sure thing Joey.” I panted. “ 3;uunh 3;anytime you want.”

Still reeling from my sudden climax, it was all I could do to let go of Joey’s hard penis and take my hand out of his pants. But somehow I found the strength and released my grip on his budding manhood. After letting go I fumbled with my keys, dropping them on the front porch. So I quickly bent over at the hip, teetering on my high heels while I reached down to retrieve them. Of course my bright pink nylon covered crotch and ass were now pointing directly at the street and the three boys who were parked there, making them cheer all the more. “NICE ASS MRS. BURKE!!!!” They all cried in unison, shouting at the tops of their lungs and honking their horn again. Some comical twist of fate must of made me bend over at that precise moment too, because I instantly heard Sir MixaLot telling the whole neighborhood that “Baby’s Got BAACK!!! 3;” as the three boys cranked up their radio.

Somehow after picking up my keys I managed to right myself and insert the correct one into the lock on my front door. Staggering into the house, I turned around to face the boy who I had recently become so intimately acquainted with. “Next time Joey 3;” I said joking, nodding my head toward the boys in the car and giving him my best ‘devil may care’ smile, “ 3;let me know before you decide to invite any of your little friends along.” Somehow I instinctively knew that he had called them before driving me home, setting the whole thing up.

“Sure thing Mrs. Burke.” Joey laughed as he headed back down the driveway. Then he got back into his car and drove off down the road to the end of the street where he lived, followed closely behind by his friends in the red car. Feeling something wet and sticky between my fingers I looked down at my hand, and when I saw the thick mass of milky white goo I was holding, I realized that Joey hadn’t been laughing at my joke at all. He was laughing at the fact that he had just cum all over my hand 3;and I never even noticed. Slightly embarrassed, I made my way to the kitchen so I could wash up, swearing to myself the whole way for allowing Joey to soil a portion of my son’s favorite outfit.

After cleaning Joey’s spunk off my sleeve I started making a fresh pot of coffee. It was my intention to change before my husband had a chance to return home. If he caught me wearing this outfit there was no telling what he’d say or do. But I was still too tired to drag myself up the stairs to do it. So after reminding myself that I still had a lot of time, I made my way into the living room and plopped down on the couch, taking a load off my stiletto heels.

Of course I only intended to rest there a moment while I waited for the coffee maker to finish its job. But as you can probably guess, all the events of the past week finally caught up with me 3;all the hard work and long hours I put into my presentation 3;not to mention all the hard work I put into seducing my son, David. Finally it all took its toll on my thirty-nine and a half year old body. So before the coffee pot in the kitchen was even half full, I passed out like a light. Outside, unbeknownst to me, clouds were gathering 3;indicating that a storm was brewing as well.

But before I slipped away completely into a deep deep sleep, I dreamily glanced up through the open curtains of our large living room window. The paper boy, another teenager from the neighborhood, was standing outside on the front porch frozen to the spot where he stood staring back at me with a look of childlike wonder glued across his face like a young Oliver Twist, gazing into the display window of some gigantic toy store on Christmas Eve 3;yearning in his little heart for the biggest toy of all.

As I nodded off, visions of sugar plumb patterned pantyhose danced inside my head.

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