Helen's Horny Hosiery Boy Ch. 01

I was trembling all over, feeling so naughty, so forbidden, and my cock, engorged with blood and man-need, throbbed and bobbed in mid air as if seeking pussy.

And then I buried my face into the crotch of mommy's pantyhose with the silky feeling "thighs" caressing the sides of my face and head while my hands fondled the "ass." And with my face buried into the crotch I could smell a faint hint of that tart, tangy aroma of mommy's arousal—even after she had washed the hosiery. And so, now too horny to stand it any longer I reached a hand down to stroke my organ while munching on "mommy's" crotch, and then I came.

After that, I started to get more daring, and when she was gone I'd sneak into her room, snitch one of her spare garter belts, and a pair of nylon stockings, and take them back into my room to put them on. And oh, how sensuous it made my legs and feet feel. I couldn't believe how sexy, erotic, and well, electric, it made me feel as this sacred, sexy material began to envelope my legs. I laid down on my back and raised my legs in the air like I'd seen mommy do as I rolled the stockings down my legs. And as I smoothed out the material I caressed my own legs imagining they were mommy's legs while thinking about the way mom's sexy girl friends and caressed her legs the other night.

And then I made love to my nylon-encased play "mommy," relishing the feel of my nylon-embraced legs against hers going "swish, swish, swish."

Meanwhile, mom was now starting to get suspicious that something was going on between me and her hosiery—even though I had been very careful to put everything back in place just the way I found it, each time I played.

On that fateful day when things really went into overdrive she got dressed for work as usual (and I watched her as usual). Then after she left and I heard her drive away, I constructed my play "mommy" out of her pantyhose, snitched a pair of her nylons and a garter belt and began to make love to my play mommy. Little did I know that mom never intended to go to work that day. Instead, she doubled back and . . . well, I think I'll let mom tell this part of the story because I didn't learn about it until much later.

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I was really curious as to what my son was up to with my hosiery when I wasn't home, so as I was driving to work I picked up my cell phone and called in sick. Then I doubled back towards our house. But I didn't drive right up to the house because I was afraid he might hear the car and hide what ever he was doing and I wanted to catch him in the act. Our home was located near the end of the block, and at the very end of the street there was a small city park. I left the car there and walked over to our house hoping that none of our neighbors would see me and think it strange. I opened the front door very quietly, and very carefully. Then I began to look for my son. I found him in his bedroom. But it was what he was doing that was the shock of my life.

There was my son, butt naked except for the garter belt and stockings he was wearing. My garter belt and stockings. And there on the bed was that new pair of pantyhose that I'd been missing—all stuffed full of clothing and things to vaguely look like a woman's legs and crotch. And there was my son kneeling on his bed in his/my stockings, with the legs of this thing drapped over his shoulders and down his back, his cock as big and hard as a club and throbbing and bobbing in mid air. All of this and his face was buried into the crotch of the pantyhose, my pantyhose, and he was munching away while mumbling "mommy, mommy, mommy."

At first I thought I was going to march right in there and make him stop and try to explain to him how wrong it was for him to snitch mommy's stuff and how wrong it was for guys to dress like that—not to mention the "mommy" fantasies. But the sight was so fucking erotic that I couldn't move. I quivered all over and my knees were so weak that I knew if I tried to storm into the room I'd probably fall on my face—or fall on top of my son and rape him. So I just stood there and stared in open-mouthed awe. And my pussy just gushed. There was my son, pretending to eat out his own mommy—me. And while wearing mommy's sexy stockings. Without even realizing it I had one hand up my dress rubbing my cunt through my panties, and the other hand was fondling my ass.

Then, when I realized that I was about ready to start moaning and cuming, I somehow found the strength to look away, and turn away, as I knew that my moaning would alert Steve to my presence. Somehow I found the strength to return to the front door, step back outside and gently close it so as to not make any noise. And somehow I found my way to my car. And once I had closed my car door, giving myself the illusion of privacy, both of my hands instantly flew down to my thighs and then up my skirt and I masturbated myself like there was no tomorrow. Had someone walked by the car right then and peeked through the window they would have gotten quite a show. Had it been a cop I could have been arrested for being a pervert. But I was way beyond caring I was so fucking horny and turned on. All I cared about was working my cunt and rubbing my clit as fast as I could while the image of my son eating out his "mommy's" crotch while wearing his mommy's nylons was burned into my brain and making me so-o-o-o sexy crazy and making me feel so wonderfully perverted. And I worked my cunt and clit so hard the car rocked back and forth—and I could care less what any of the neighbors thought. I thrashed and bucked and moaned—and had the most violent and satisfying orgasm I've ever had.

And, then I set there in a daze feeling the fires start in my cunt all over again as I kept thinking all these perverted, kinky thoughts about what I wanted to do with my son—yes, all these wonderful, kinky, perverted thoughts. And the idea of being such a pervert made me tingle all over, and feel so full of electricity—and so alive. It was like my first date in high school, or the first time I ever had sex. It was all of that and more. Oh, such delicious, kinky, perverted thoughts that filled my soul and stoked my furnace to ever new heights. But how in the hell does a girl go about fucking her own son?

And then I drove off spending the rest of the day hanging out at the mall. And as I cruised the mall, the sopping wetness of my panties was a constant, and pleasant, reminder of the wonderful perverted fantasy I had just enjoyed. And as I walked, the lips of my cunt, those fat, pouting lips, rubbed against each other keeping me at a constant fever pitch of delicious horniness. Neat the end of the afternoon I purchased a new pair of panties and went into the ladies room to change, putting the soggy ones in the bag and stuffing them into my purse.

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Later that day, mom came home at the usual time so I didn't suspect anything.

"Stevie honey," she said, "I've had such a rough day at work today, on my feet all the time, If you will promise to give me a foot massage later I'll treat you to pizza and a movie. Is that a deal?"

"Sure, mom."

"Ah, you're such a sweety," she said and she embraced me and gave me a kiss, right on the lips like she did the other night. And while her wet lips lingered on mine I was most aware of her huge tits pressing against my chest. And without her friends there to make teasing remarks, mom lingered there on my lips much longer than the night before. And my poor cock was bulging so hard I'm sure she could feel it since she had just pressed her crotch up to it as she continued to hold me in the embrace.

And then she pursed her lips one final time making a slight sucking sound against my lips sending tingles all through me. Then she broke away and gave my ass a playful slap saying, "well, let's be off then."

While at the pizza place we just had small talk, like what I was going to be taking in school next fall, and things like that. Then after the movie we came home and as soon as we entered the front door, mom put her arm around me (with her wonderful heart-shaped hip pressing against mine), and said. "You remember that promise you made me about giving me a foot massage?"

"Yes, mommy."

"Well, now's the time for the payoff." She grabbed me by the hand and led me to the couch. Then she let go of my hand and plopped down on the couch with a sigh and said, "pull up the foot rest and sit on it, facing me real close to me so you'll be nice and comfortable when you massage my feet."

I did as ordered and scooted up as close to the sofa as I could and still have room for my knees and legs. (Mom had spread her legs wide to allow me room to scoot in between). As soon as I was in position mom chucked off her low quarters and placed both of her feet in my lap. Both of her nylon enshrouded feet on my bare thighs (since I was still in my gym shorts). And the erotic feel of her stockinged feet on my skin went right to my cock making it strain against my underwear and shorts.

And, if that wasn't enough, the view I now had just about fried my brain. The stool I was sitting on was only about six inches high, and had mom not put her feet on me my face would have been only a few inches higher than her knees. But now, in order to put her feet in my lap she had lifted her knees up high and now I could see the underside of both legs almost to her ass. This was so much better a view even than when I had dropped my cereal. Plus, in this position her skirt on the top only came to about a couple of inches from the tops of her stockings. So I got to see both of her entire legs all the way around right up to her garter straps.

"Okay, massage me," she ordered as she lifted one foot up and placed it on my chest.

And this action caused her legs to part a bit giving me a nice view up between her thighs, right to her white panties. Though her panties were a beautiful white, there was small, tell tale wet spot right were her cunt would be, and that excited me.

With trembling hands I took her foot and began to caress it. Oh, if she only knew how much I loved holding and caressing her nylon-enshrouded foot like this. I was in hog heaven and was so very tempted to kiss her feet like her friends had done the other night. But I was afraid to go too far. I mean this was my own mother. So, I just caressed and fondled her lovely feet and ankles while looking up her skirt and between her thighs to her beautiful panties that seemed to be growing wetter by the moment. And, that wonderful, strange, tart, tangy aroma wafted up from her mystery area to intoxicate me.

And mom let out another sigh and leaned further back into the couch—which hiked her skirt up even higher. "Oh," she said, "that is so beautiful what you are doing. You have no idea how much mommy loves this."

Then after a bit she shifted position again and lifted her other foot all the way up to my face and placed it gently against my cheek. And now her skirt was hiked all the way up so I got to see all parts of her legs right up to her panties, and underneath clear to her ass, and with her legs parted like that I could see the entire crotch of her wonderful white panties fully exposed. And, oh, how wet they had gotten! And, how much more potent that intoxicating peanut butter and tuna aroma had gotten.

I let go of her first foot to begin caressing the other one while nuzzling my cheek against the bottom of it, loving the silky, sexy feel of the nylon against my face like that. And as I fondled this foot she began rubbing the other one up and down my thigh driving me crazy.

Then she pressed her foot gently against that most obvious bulge in my shorts. And she grinned at me.

And I almost thought I'd squirt right then and there in my underwear.

"Oooooo, my little boy has such a nice big man hiding down there." She giggled and then pulled both of her feet back away from me and stood up. She said, as she pulled me up to my feet, "That's enough, it's getting late now, and I have to go to work again in the morning, so we'd both better get to bed."

With her pulling me to my feet we were both standing face to face again with our bodies touching—and those wonderful huge tits of hers again pressing against my chest. She put her arms around me, holding me in her embrace as she looked into my eyes and smiled. "That was a wonderful foot massage, sweetie. You were so nice to mommy."

And my throat was too dry to say anything.

"Give mommy a goodnight kiss now?" And she planted her lips on mine again, and as her lips lingered there she pressed her crotch in hard against the bulge in my shorts, and her tits were practically drilling holes in my chest. And then she slipped me a little tongue, and I felt like tiny ants were crawling all over the inside of my skin, and my cock trembled. Her tongue slipped in between my lips, and twitched ever so slightly for just a second, and then she withdrew it and pulled away.

And we both went to our separate bedrooms—me to mine, and her to hers. And as soon as I was naked on the bed I began playing with my enraged cock thinking about mom's legs, her feet, her stockings, and looking up between her legs, seeing her panties, the big wet spot right in the middle, and smelling that wonderful tangy aroma. And her foot on the cock-filled bulge of my shorts. And then the kiss, the wetness of her lips was still on mine, and the tingle of her tongue slipping between my lips teased my cock. And then I came. (And I learned later that mom also masturbated as soon as she had closed her bedroom door behind her).

The following morning as mom was starting to get ready to go to work, I took up my position in my closet and was just about ready to pull the little knot out of its hole so I could peek into mom's bedroom when she called my name.

"Stevie, honey? Can you come here a moment?"

I quickly dashed into the hall (I didn't want to answer her from the closet as she might get suspicious and see the knothole). "Yes, mom, what is it?"

"Don't be bashful! Come on in here I need your help for a moment."

She had left the door just slightly ajar, and so I pushed it open and entered. And there was my mom completely naked except for her garter belt with the garter straps hanging down her hips and thighs, looking so sexy, and this wonderful white, uplift bra that lifted her tits and pushed them out and made them look even bigger than ever. And it was designed to show maximum cleavage on top.

But of course it was her pussy that drew my attention. There was something different about it today. It didn't look the same as it did the other day when she was fooling around with her friends. Then it hit me. She had shaved off her bush!

I can't tell you how turned on I was. Entering mommy's bedroom, even when she was gone, was always a turn-on, but to be invited to enter while she was still in it was a thrill beyond belief. But then, to see her all naked except that sexy bra, and with her bald pussy winking at me—I was entirely paralyzed, except for my cock which was madly tenting my gym shorts (I wasn't wearing any underwear today so my cock was free to stretch my shorts out as much as it wanted to).

Mom's eyes went right to the monstrous bulge in my shorts, and she smiled. "Haven't you ever seen a woman naked before?" Her blue eyes danced with merriment.

"Nghgh," was all I could say, I was so tongue-tied.

"Well, if it bothers you so much then help me put my dress on." She reached to the bed where her dress was, and then handed it to me. It was a one-piece yellow thin cotton job, sort of like a T-shirt dress, but with a large "V" down the front to show off her ample cleavage.

With trembling hands I held the dress open for her and standing behind her helped her slip it over her arms, and then down her body. And as she smoothed the dress down her body she shifted her position and her ass pushed up against my raging hard-on.

I dared not move because the feel of her ass pressing against my gym shorts-encased hard on was just too delicious. Standing behind her I was looking over her shoulder and also looking at her through the mirror. I was amazed at how much cleavage her dress showed, and with that uplift bra it really looked awesome like there was an ocean of breast flesh that I'd love to bury my face into, and the whole structure seemed to be defying gravity.

She didn't say anything but just stood there for a moment, pressing her ass into my cock and looking at herself in the mirror. She noticed that I was looking at the reflection of her amazing cleavage in the mirror, and she smiled at my reflection. Then she cupped her hands under her voluminous breasts and said, "do you like mommy's new dress?" And she bobbled her tits with her hands making her entire cleavage ripple and shake like a tsunami crashing to shore.

"Y-y-y-yes."

"It's okay to look, honey. Mommy doesn't mind. In fact that's why women wear clothes like this because we enjoy being looked at."

Then she moved away to grab a pair of brand new stockings off of her dresser. "What I really called you in here for, honey, was to help me with my stockings. I just bought this pair yesterday, and new stockings are always stiff and difficult to put on so I could sure use some help." She began to undo the little packet. And her tits jiggled maddeningly with each movement she made.

"S-s-s-sure, mommy,"

She removed one of the stockings from the packet and gave it to me, then she sat down on the edge of the bed and placed the packet containing the other stocking beside her. "Come here real close to me now so you can put these stockings on me." And then she laid back down onto her back and raised her legs to stick her feet straight up in the air like she had done for her two friends the other day.

In this position I could see the backs of her legs all the way to her butt and part of her quim was peeking out from betwixt her thighs. It was just like the other day except that now instead of having to peek through a knot hole from a distance, I was right here. So close I could touch her.

In fact I did touch her—at least her feet anyway. "W-w-w-which foot should I start with mommy?"

"Take your pick, honey. Which ever one you want. Just be sure to not rush this. Unroll the nylon very slowly and make sure that you stretch the material adequately and smooth it down my feet and legs—otherwise you'll never reach the garter straps."

I was shaking like a leaf I was so excited, but somehow I did manage to get her stocking fitted over her foot, and I caressed it and loved it just like her friends did the other day.

Mom sighed, "oh that's wonderful, you do that so well, please kept doing it. Mommy loves it so."

Now that I had a start on this one leg, she rested her other foot on my shoulder. And this, of course caused her split open a bit. And there was her entire cunt staring right at me bald, and now glistening with her mommy juice. And I was almost delirious. And that strange tart, tangy mommy cunt smell was starting to make me high.

I was now rolling the stocking down past her knee and so I kneeled down before her to be closer to her thigh and have a better angle for working on her leg. And this, of course put my face only inches away from her pussy. I inhaled deeply loving the way the mommy sex smell made me feel and made my cock quiver with need.

I now had the stocking all the way unrolled and was caressing her thigh. "Should I hook up the garter straps now." (I was dying to because that would have given me the opportunity to touch her ass).

"No, we can do that later. For now do my other leg please." And she removed her other foot from my shoulder and stuck it up into the air again.

I grabbed the packet containing the other stocking which she had placed so close to her that I got to touch her ass after all. Then I stood up again, and in spite of my shaking, clumsy hands, I extracted the stocking and tossed the packet aside.