Beneath Ch. 05: The Cumming of Age

His uncontainable sexual excitement showed in his face and eyes, as his masturbation grew more urgent and hurried. The teenager snapped his head up at the ceiling as his breathing grew faster and heavier, his groans became more audible and distinct, as he approached extremis.

His hard dick throbbing in the fitted grip of his palm, pushing harder and deeper into its tightness, fantasizing the owner's soft velvety cunt he was fucking into! He was getting closer to ejaculation, while keeping a steady pace of thrusting his throbbing erection into his palm as hard as he could! With every jerking stroke he envisaged his thick hard meat plunging all the way deep inside, hammering in an out of the owner's wet and slobbering pussy until she was gasping for breath.

Finally, unable to hold back any longer he grunted with anticipated fervor as he rammed his hot rod right up to the hilt of her cervix and climaxed! His cock exploded in the tight grip of his palm, a violent orgasm washed over his whole being as milky-colored jizz squirted all over the crotch area of a pair of Wolford Fatal 15 Seamless pantyhose, held slightly under the erupting shaft with his left hand. His tensed body shuddered fantasizing that he was impregnating deep into the owner's slattern and wanton pussy with copious loads of his warm spunk!

The eighteen-year-old had never ejaculated so hard before. He felt the throbbing in his head while his heart was pounding towards overdrive. His left hand reached forward to the white painted wall to support his weakened body after carefully putting the Wolford pantyhose down. His right hand slowly released its grip on his still pulsating erection. Drools of his sexual release hung precariously from its jap eye while his pinkish glans glistened in the mucous coating of his ejaculation.

Gradually, the teenager's excitement subsided in the solitude of the common bathroom as he used the pantyhose to wipe off the drooling mess on his semi-hard member. However, the sudden and abrupt sound of a door from outside opening and closing interrupted his tranquil attention. The intermission was followed by some quickening click-clacks before another door opened and silence returned once again. He halted his movements. His heart on the verge of falling. His eyes darted towards the bathroom door knob instinctively -- secured and locked. A sense of relief gushed over him.

The teenager waited for another five minutes, ascertaining the safety of his position. He carefully hung the cum-soaked pantyhose back on the empty hanger and wasted no time returning his flaccid penis back into its cotton confinement.

Unlocking the door, he turned the knob slowly and cautiously to minimize any sound made. He peeped through the small gap of the door opening; his eyes scanning the visible areas but saw nothing out of the ordinary. Was it his own guilt playing tricks on his mind because of what he did earlier? The teenager swore he heard someone or something.

Swinging the door open, he stepped out of the bathroom and acted as if he had only visited it momentarily. "Mum? Is that you?" the growing up adult asked inquisitively.

No answer.

Walking warily to the master bedroom, he stopped at the doorway and leaned his body forward a little to peer inside.

"Mum?" The teenager found his mother lying down on the bed, still wearing her office work attire and high-heels. One of her arms was resting on her forehead, her eyes closed. Her knees dangled over the edge on the mattress at the end of the bed while the hemline of her skirt had ridden up slightly with her legs parted just wider than her hips.

"Are you alright, Mum?" the boy asked with concern.

There was a long pause before the owner replied meekly, "Yes dear... I'll be fine. Just... having... a terrible... migraine."

The boy's eyes could not help wander at the owner's body lying on the bed, particularly her lower half that seemed to have captivated his attention. From where he stood, he could see a little further up his mother's silky-smooth oil-glossed legs; stoking his immoral imagination of the suggestive beyond her skirt's hemline.

"Dear..." the owner called out, interrupting her son's attention.

"Uhh... yes mum?" the teenager responded after gathering his train of thoughts.

"Would you be so kind to go to the kitchen and get me some aspirins from the medication box?"

"Sure!" the boy bolted for the kitchen to fetch some before returning just as quickly, along with a glass of water.

"Here..." the teenager handed a couple of pills to the owner before sipping the glass of water to swallow them down. The boy stood by the bed for a few more seconds; observing his mother as she rested her hands by the sides and closed her eyes. The only sound heard in the bedroom was her deep breathing. The boy watched his mother's torso rise and fall to the rhythmic breathing; in tandem with her two perky and well-rounded breasts.

He was completely absorbed in his admiration of his mother's sleeping position that gradually awakened his horny lusts subconsciously. The longer he gawked and stared at her snoozing form, the stronger his arousal grew until a swelling began tenting inside his shorts.

All these years of growing up, the boy had never felt the way he was feeling now... until recently when his curiosity got the better of him to investigate the strange noises that reverberated inside this room and secretly caught and filmed her decadent self-indulgence.

He stooped over to scrutinize; his face was but a tongue's length from her mouth as she breathed deeply. He never saw his mum up close other than the times he was still an infant suckling on her tits during breastfeeding and showering him with plenty of maternal love.

"Mum? Are you ok?" the teenager spoke gently and waited for about a minute.

No answer.

Silence...

His eyes shifted instantaneously to his mother's legs. They were still parted, but her skirt's hemline had now ridden up higher to mid-thigh, showcasing her glossy flanks sheathed in smooth shimmering hosiery with her nylon-webbed feet covered in Jimmy Choo's black leather "fuck-me" high heels.

Despite the innocuous sleeping posture, it did little to safeguard her modesty. The eighteen-year-old's raging sexual temper was welling up inside him. Under the soft warm glow of the side table lighting, the owner's exposed mid-thighs were gleaming unabashedly at him. He could not take his lust-filled eyes off her suggestive posture while brazenly gawking at her inert form, until a strong stirring was felt between his loins. Within a matter of seconds, there was an impulse to slake the teenager's lustful hunger. A woman he could actually touch... to feel... to caress.

For a teenager, it would be rousingly exciting to have even just a few moments sliding his hand along the owner's calves! Running along her silky-smooth pantyhosed thighs and feeling his hands under the owner's skirt. He swallowed hard at the thought, even as the mounting bulge inside his shorts became more prominent and uncomfortable.

Moving to the end of the bed, the boy carefully removed the owner's black leather "fuck-me" high heels, left one followed by the right. Bringing them to his nose, he sniffed her sweat-filled scent deeply. Once... Twice... inhaling as much of her feet's unique aroma as his lungs could fill before placing the pair of high heels on the floor.

Looking at the owner's exposed feet clad in nude-color diaphanous nylon, he got on his knees and brought his face close, barely a couple of inches away as he gazed intently at those pretty soles. A mixture of subtle leathery aroma and the owner's sweat-dried nylon-webbed feet wafted through the air, filling the depths of his nostrils. Oh... how he loved to worship these feet for his entire life; to lick and suck them all over until they were slick and wet with his saliva.

It was becoming unbearably anguishing for his boner; twitching constantly and pressing hard against the crotch of his shorts, despite offloading a large amount earlier.

The teenager leaned in slightly and gently raised her lower legs, holding her feet delicately in the palms of his hands. Pausing momentarily to ascertain the owner was still in a deep slumber, he massaged each foot sensuously through the smooth flimsy nylon until he was satiated before bringing his face to press against the soles of her feet, stirring the owner from her rest. Her eyes opened slowly and guardedly. Her body remained perfectly motionless. Not a fibre of muscle moved. Glancing downwards, she felt the contours of her son's face brushing against her soles. Instead of catching her son red-handed, a huge part her curiosity desired to find out how far he would venture, as she continued feigning to be sound asleep.

Guiding the owner's nylon-webbed feet to his cheeks caressing them all over, followed by his nose where he inhaled deeply of her sweaty odour. Running down to his eager mouth, the boy stuck his tongue out and delicately lapped at the nylon-sheathed soles like a thirsty deer panting for water. Kissing and licking her nylon-webbed feet all over, attentively devouring each part; her heels, soles, the small of her ankles, and each of her webbed toes, all mediated through the soft sensuous fabric of the nylon hose they were encased in; consumed by his own decadence.

Succumbing to his swelling urge, the boy stood up and wasted no time yanking his shorts down to free his fully erected penis. Springing out from its imprisonment, the ferocious appendage twitched pointedly at the owner's nylon-webbed feet.

The teenager positioned himself well and got ready to make his next move, bringing his crotch nearer as he guided his rigid pulsating erection between the soles of her feet and commenced to rub himself against them.

"Mmmpphhff...!" the boy moaning with controlled euphoria.

With his eight-inch-thick shaft cupped between the owner's arches and soles, he carefully guided her feet up and down in rhythm, using her heels to massage his scrotum and her toes to squeeze the pinkish glans of his cock, eliciting clear precum juices to bleed out from its jap eye.

She could feel the moist arches of her feet clasped a hard elongated shaft. She knew from experience what the motion was. Despite her silicone penis tucked along her perineum and wedged between her hosiery legs, the owner could feel the girth of her extension gradually growing thicker. The urgent humping action had inadvertently stirred her own phallus to be stimulated. Slow strobing beats began pulsating on the owner's G-spot with the incessant thrusting of her son's pelvis.

Please... stop growing any bigger or my cover will be blown literally and reveal what's underneath the skirt... the owner pleaded prayerfully under her breath.

"Oohh... gaawdd... This is heaven..." the boy murmured in a low tone.

It was so delirious! His arousal ascending to an almost unsustainable height. It was surreal, almost like in a dream, while humping in and out of her nylon feet, further intensifying his erected joystick! Applying the perfect pressure on his overly-excited phallus, the teenager could only prolong his mounting urge for a limited time before reaching the point of no-return.

"Ooohhh... fuck!" the boy groaned as his body went into a sudden and intense convulsion; unexpectedly spewing the first couple of his milky molten spunk in between the owner's sexy pantyhosed feet.

Acting on quick reflexes, he retracted his throbbing erection out from the soles of her feet while shuddering to multiple uncontrolled albeit subdued spams, splattering some of his milky semen on her heels and the small of her ankles easing himself away. He gripped and squeezed his energetic appendage and bulbous head tightly to contain the overzealous eruption before directing his stifled release of his remaining jizz onto the insoles of the owner's Jimmy Choo's black leather high heels.

"Urgghh...!!! Oooh...!!! Mmpphhff... mmmpphhff... Mmmm...!" the teenager grunting mutedly as he huffed and exhaled in relief from ejaculating all that build-up. Relief also that he did not mess up too much on his premature discharge except...

He looked over the owner's high heels, cloudy puddles of his copious spunk pooled around the centres of each insole. Thinking quickly on his feet, he took the right side of the high heel and gently slipped his mother's foot until it wore snugly inside before repeating the same with her left and lowering them down again; concealing any remnants of his incestuous act.

The teenager then stood up and shifted himself until he was now standing beside the bed, towering over his unconscious mother (or so he thought). His semi-tumid cock shamelessly twitching sporadically in front of her beautiful porcelain face, as he contemplated his subsequent exploits.

The owner could feel the looming presence of her son standing close beside the bed. Really close. She kept absolutely still, feigning deep sleep. However, the viscid dampness on her webbed feet was gradually seeping into her naked soles through the diaphanous nylon, arousing and turning her on inexorably.

Her pulsating penis was increasingly stirred and ecstatic. She squeezed her Kegel muscles while simultaneously clamping her inner thighs subtly to lock her eager erection, desperately praying that this would suffocate and quell its excitement.

The intense rhythmic vibrations elicited overwhelming waves of pleasurable tingles on her G-spot and vaginal walls, intuitively triggering her bulbous glans to secrete cloudy discharge prematurely on the back of her pantyhose. The owner clenched her hands into fists of balls, gnashing her teeth inconspicuously beneath her lips to silence squeals of an ill-timed self-induced pleasure, and suppress those involuntary convulsions with what strength she could muster with her intoxicated body.

Fortunately, the dim-lit surroundings aided her. With the warm lighting by the bedside table, her son's shadow was casted mostly on her face so that he could hardly see her facial features.

She waited.

Nothing happened. It was tormenting yet erotically arousing.

She felt like she was being baited, brought to the tipping point of an orgasm, and then left to cling to the edge for dear life. She had not had this feeling for as long as she remembered. Perhaps not ever. She knew her son was still standing there, but chose not to open her eyes to see what he was waiting for, avoiding any awkwardness or embarrassment.

With precum already leaking, the owner's cock was twitching periodically with enthused anticipation of her teenage son's next move. The absence of sight heightened her sexual arousal while waiting with bated breath.

The eighteen-year-old held his semi-tumid penis tenderly between his index finger and thumb. Even though he had already ejaculated twice within a short span of time, he was still feeling as horny as ever. Ah! The perks of a youth and those uncontrollable raging testosterones. He was still admiring his mother's amazing shape; her firm perky breasts, her small tight waist, and those slender gams that he could not peel his eyes away, in spite of being a housewife for so many years.

He leaned forward a little, bringing his cock closer to his mother's lips. Gently, he guided the glistening cum-coated glans to brushed lightly against those succulent, cherry-red moist lips, smearing streaks of his sperm across them.

"Mmmphhfff" the teenager groaned softly.

The owner instantaneously felt a gooey layering over her lips as a rotund-like turgidity skimmed between them from left to right and back repeatedly. Soon, a familiar light musty salted flavour greeted her taste bud despite keeping her lips pressed together.

The boy continued rubbing his cum-coated, rotund glans along the plump gap of his mother's desirable lips. It was the closest thing to an actual blowjob, mimicking the action by thrusting his hips forward and backward in slow deliberate motion. The longer he ground his penis along the owner's lips; from the tip of his pink bulbous head and frenulum, to the underside of his semi-tumid shaft, right down to the base of his dangling scrotum, the harder his erection got and the slicker it became from all that smearing from his own spunk.

The owner fought to keep her composed expression, battling the urge within her inner dark side to keep her mouth shut, literally, instead of opening it to suck on that inviting obtrusion, while her son continued rubbing his stiffening manhood between her lips. The owner knew better than to succumb to her morally sinful lust, fearful of anticipated consequences.

Yet telepathically, the teenager began to probe his bulbous head past her lips as he was no longer satisfied just rubbing his shaft up and down against his mother's lips. He wanted to experience his first blowjob on her!

Oohh gaawddd... the owner implored in her mind.

The eighteen-year-old humped his hard boner up and down impatiently, occasionally jabbing and stabbing his oozing glans into her lips. She was getting a little queasy in the stomach now, tasting more of his musty salted cum inside her mouth.

In the heat of his decadent desire, the teenager got on the mattress and straddled across his mother's head, kneeling over her porcelain face. His thickened elongation mere inches away from her nose and mouth; whiffs of heady-scented spunk assaulting her olfaction.

The owner begged silently beneath her breath; dreading what was about to come next. She was getting butterflies in her stomach, deliberating her response that would ultimately determine their future kinship.

It was too late however, as her son pinched the sides of his mother's cheeks with one hand to make a prominent 'O' of her mouth and shove his eight-inch thick and hard cock inside her inviting orifice. The heady flavoured jizz immediately overwhelmed her palate, churning her stomach as she swallowed more of the musty salted goo.

The owner clenched her fists forcefully, while her nylon webbed toes curled tightly against the cummy nylon material inside her high heels, as she cringed in nauseousness. It was a long time since she last tasted that familiar rich and strong flavoured essence of a man. The eighteen-year-old's unexpected action caught his mother completely off-guard; causing her to baulk and gag reflex from the invasion of her defenceless mouth, as her son's steely member slammed into the back of her throat.

The teenager thrusted his hips back and forth rhythmically, humping his stiff erection in and out of his mother's sensual mouth. By now, he had already released his pinch on her cheeks, with both hands in front above her head, supporting his weight in a slight leaning position while fucking his mother's face.

"Oohh yeaahh," the ecstatic teenager moaning inaudibly to the tempo of his pelvic thrusts, fantasizing that his pulsating appendage was piledriving into his mother's velvety wet cunt instead. Consumed by his own sexual rage and gratification, he was oblivious to her reactions, relishing in the sensation of his cock being gripped with the perfect suction around its thick veiny girth pistoning in and out between her lips.

The owner was silently choking and gagging from the ramrod's elated hammering; her chin constantly slapped by its scrotum from her son's humping action. He was in the height of his carnal heat, ascending higher up the summit of sexual fulfilment.

Yet in the midst of such debauchery, her clenched fists subconsciously loosened their grips and unfurled. One of her hands slowly wandered to the realm of her pelvis, fingers sliding to the V of her pantyhose crotch area, between the tops of her thighs, progressively travelling beneath to feel the growing pulsation of her own penis. Within seconds, her discreet caressing action stirred her bulge to tumescence.