Helen's Horny Hosiery Boy Ch. 01

Now as I worked on her second leg, she rested the other foot—the nylon enshrouded foot—on my shoulder. And as I began to caress the new stocking over her other foot, the nylon-enshrouded one began to nuzzle my cheek from its perch on my shoulder.

But then when I knelt down to work the stocking down her thigh, she drapped that other foot clean over my shoulder and down my back so now it was her thigh—her nylon enshrouded thigh that was nuzzling my face. And I wanted so bad to ram my face all the way in between her thighs to her pussy.

I was so busy caressing mom's leg and unrolling the stocking so just right, while at the same time feasting my eyes on her increasingly wet pussy, and enjoying the feeling of her thigh against my cheek, that I had failed to notice what else was going on. While I was dressing mom in her nylons she was fondling her own tits with a dreamy far away look in her eyes. As I now knelt before her, unrolling the last inch of stocking down her gorgeous thigh, I wanted to stay down there for ever. Her pussy was so close to my face that I could amlost kiss it were I to bend over just a bit further. Oh, I wanted to kiss it so bad, but I was afraid. This was my mother, after all. But mommy said it was okay if I looked because women like to be looked at. So, I looked, and I drooled, and I breathed deeply inhaling all of the mommy cunt smell I could—while my cock ached to free itself of my gym shorts.

Mom suddenly stopped playing with her tits and the dreamy look left her face as she focused on me—as if suddenly realizing that I was there. "Oh," she said, "I guess it's time to do the garter snaps now." And she sat back up, and put both feet on the floor with me standing between her thighs—and her pussy still very much exposed. She held her hands out to me. "Please help me up."

And so I grabbed her by the hands and pulled her up watching her boobs jiggle so erotically. And the momentum of her standing up and me pulling her up crashed her body right into mine and her tits jiggled all over my chest like the surf rippling up on to the beach. She put her arms around me and gave me a quick, sweet peck on my lips and then said, "okay, you can help me with my garter straps now."

"S-s-s-sure, mom. What do I do?" I had already learned by experimentation how to hook up the nylons to the garter straps but I didn't want her to know that.

"I'll show you. Just stand beside me."

I did as ordered.

"Real close now." She put her arm around my waist and pulled me in tight to her until my hip was touching hers. "Now lift my skirt up and hold it out of the way so we can both see what I'm doing."

I gently took hold of the hem of her skirt with both hands and tentatively lifted it up until the bottoms of her garter straps were showing—too afraid to go any higher.

"Don't be bashful, now son," she placed her hands on top of mine. "Pull it up a little higher like this." With her hands on mine she pulled her skirt up until her cunt was showing. "Now we can see all of my garter straps clearly. Now isn't that much better?"

"Y-y-y-yes, mommy."

"Okay, good, now watch what I do."

Not an easy prospect because my eyes wanted to look at nothing but her bald, glistening, palpitating, beckoning, cunt right now.

"You see, in the process of standing up my stockings have both sagged a bit, so first we have to pull them back up and smooth out the material like this." She tugged at the top of the stocking on the leg that was nearest me and worked it back up her thigh an inch, then massaged and smoothed out the material from her knee on up and then pulled the stocking up another inch. "Okay, now that we have the stocking up about as high as it will go we take this first garter strap hanging down my thigh and we stretch it down until it meets the stocking, and then we fix the top of the stocking to the garter snap like this."

"I-I-I see."

"Do you think you'd like to try it now?"

"S-s-s-sure."

"Okay, I'll hold my dress up out of the way while you fasten the other garter strap." As she took her dress in her hands she raised her skirt even higher to expose more of herself.



Mommy likes to be looked at, I thought, as I tried to maintain control of myself. I tugged up on the back end of her stocking, smoothing the material up over the back of her thigh as high as I could, then holding it there, with my other hand I fumbled for the garter strap that was hanging down along the outside side of her ass cheek. In securing it my fingers touched her naked ass cheek, and the palm of my hand was briefly on her hip. Then I stretched the strap down and secured it to the stocking loving every second of it.

Then I moved around to her other side and repeated the whole process with her other leg.

"Thank you sweety," mom said as she smoothed her skirt back down to mid-thigh. Then, "oops, I almost forgot my panties. We wouldn't want mommy to go work without her panties, now would we?"

"Y-y-ye-n-n-no."

She smiled at me and reached for the pair of clean white panties she had placed on the top of her dresser. Then she handed them to me. "While you're here, sweety, you can help me put these on as well. I can brace myself on you while you slip them over my feet."

And so I bent down in front of her so very conscious of her wet steaming pussy hiding up under her skirt—but oh, so close to my face. I opened up the panty and helped guide her foot—her nylon-enshrouded foot—through one of the leg holes. And as she lifted up her foot I briefly snuck a peek up her skirt to check up on her pussy. I inhaled deeply, then returned my attention to the job at hand guiding her other foot through the opposite leg hole.

"Now slide my panties up in place for me, while I hold my skirt out to the way."

And as I slide her panties up her nylon-enshrouded legs ever so slowly, inch by inch relishing each touch of my fingers to each inch of her legs, she raised her skirt up to her waist again.

As I reached her thighs with her panties, I stared at her slick looking wet pussy, so close to my face. Oh, how I wanted to kiss those pouting lips so. I inhaled deeply of her mommy's cunt smell driving me so crazy. I exhaled onto her cunt and those fat lips puckered and pulsed making my already frenzied hard cock grow a couple more inches almost ripping my shorts.

And then I was pulling her panties up over her hips and her ass caressing and fondling as I did so. I wanted to touch her cunt the same way, but was too afraid. Mommy said I could look, but never said I could touch.

With her panties in place mom let her skirt back down, stepped into her heels, then turned to face me. "I guess mommy's got to go to work now, honey. But you've been such a sweety in helping mommy to get dressed. Now that you know how to help mommy get dressed, would you like to do it again some time?"

"S-s-s-sure."

"Okay, it's a deal. But give mommy a good by kiss now." And she took me into an embrace. Though I was about mom's height barefooted, now that she was standing in her sexy five-inch heels she towered above me, and as she embraced me her giant cleavage smothered my face.

And my brain was so fried by this time that all I could do was to begin to kiss the insides of her huge tits.

"Oooooh," she said. "You keep doing that and you'll make mommy so excited she'll never make it to work."

She lifted my chin up with her hand forcing me to look up into her eyes. Then she brought her face down to mine and planted a sweet kiss on my lips. And now, as her lips lingered sending chills all through my body I almost expected her to slip me a little tongue, ever so gently, like she did last night. But instead she sent her tongue skittering across my lips from side to side causing me to moan against her. Only then did she insert her tongue but instead of quickly retreating she fluttered her tongue against mine for just a second. And my cock twitched against her crotch which she had pressed up against me.

Then she with drew from the kiss and turned to go. "I'll see you after work," she said as she left.

And there I was, left standing right in the middle of her bedroom. I could still feel her kiss tingling on my lips. I could still feel her tongue skittering across my lips. I could still feel her wonderful tits pressed against me. And the aroma of her mommy cunt juices was still heavy in the room keeping me sex crazy intoxicated.

As soon as I heard her car drive away I knelt down by the bed where she had sat, where her cunt had been, and I inhaled deeply. And then I pressed my face down into the wet spot on her bed where her cunt juices had overflowed and I licked, and sucked, and munched. And then I shot my cum right into my shorts—my cock and balls being so far gone no contact was needed by this time.

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By the time I left my son standing gape-mouthed in my bedroom I was an emotional, physical, and sexual wreck myself. I knew how hot and horny he was—the erection in his shorts was so obvious—and so nicely erotic. I could have fucked him right then and there. But I wanted to make him wait a bit more. I wanted him to think about everything I did with him so that he would be beyond horny. Though I was sure he was ready to do anything I might ask of him, I had to make sure he was way beyond horny for all the kinky, perverted things I had in mind. The stage was now set. The seeds were planted, and soon they would sprout.

My knees were so weak, and my pussy so hot, that I barely made it to the front door—the urge to back into the bedroom and fuck my son silly was so strong. But I willed myself out and then to my car.

Driving down the freeway I picked up my cell phone and called in sick again, telling them I still had that fever. And, boy, what a fever it was! But it wasn't influenza. I put the cell phone back into my purse and doubled back like I did yesterday parking my car at the park. Let the neighbors wonder why this woman keeps parking her car at the park and then walking to her house. Fuck the neighbors! Well, maybe I just might, someday. I was certainly horny enough. But first, my son.

Reaching the front door, I snuck into my own home as quietly as I did yesterday.

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After I'd made a mess in my gym shorts I returned to my room and tossed them. I took off my sneakers and took a quick shower to make sure I'd be all nice and clean for mommy's nylons. Then I went back into her room, this very room where I had seen mommy all naked. This very room where we had done all these nice things. This very room where I had caressed her nylon enshrouded legs and had touched her ass and kissed her cleavage. This very room where my face had been so close to her bald, naked, glistening pussy that I could have almost kissed it. And this very room where the aroma of her mommy's cunt juice was still so strong it made my head spin with nasty, cock-stirring thoughts. And, indeed, my cock was already getting hard again even though I had just cum. But now I knew that I could last longer, and I was planning to have lots of fun today with mommy's hosiery and things.

I quickly set to work filling her panty hose with the items needed to make my toy "mommy." Then I slipped on one of her extra garter belts and felt so slutty as the garter straps hung down my thighs and ass just like hers did. I rummaged through one of her drawers and pulled out a couple pair of nylon stockings. I selected the pair I wanted, a beige color just like mommy was wearing today, and set the other pair down on her bed.

But, now, instead of taking all of this paraphernalia to my room to have play sex with my play "mommy," I thought it would be more exiting to do it right here in mommys' bedroom—especially since the smell of her hot cunt was still so strong.

I laid down on the bed just like mommy had done when I helped her put on her stockings, and as I rolled the stockings down my legs I caresses my nylon-enshrouded legs imagining that it was mommy who was doing this for me.

Then I stood up and fastened the stockings to the garter snaps. All ready now I knelt before the bed—right where mommy had been sitting. And I arranged my panty-hose encased play mommy so that her crotch was right in front of my face and I positioned her legs over my shoulders so that the feet rested on my butt and the thighs were caressing the side of my face. Then I inhaled mommy's cunt smell, and with my exposed cock throbbing in mid air I buried my face into the crotch mumbling "mommy, mommy, mommy."

And then I heard her voice coming from the doorway behind me. "Well, well, well, mommy, mommy, what?"

I turned to look and there she was standing just inside the doorway with her hands on her hips and her bosom heaving.

I was so embarrassed. I tossed the play mommy clear off the other side of the bed where it would be out of sight (so I could pretend it didn't exist), and remained crouched there trying to hide my boner that wouldn't go away in spite of my embarrassment and fear of being caught.

"Stand up!" She commanded.

I obeyed her command, but with face lowered and my hands still trying to hide my naked erection.

"Don't try to hide your face. Look at me."

"Y-y-y-yes, mommy." With my cheeks burning with embarrassment I lifted my face up and the sight of her heaving bosom kept my cock hard and throbbing.

"And don't try to hide your cock from me either. Mommy let you see her pussy, so you show mommy what you're trying to hide there. Move your hands away so I can see."

"Yes, mommy."

"There, that's better." She said with a strange grin. "Such a nice big hard-on my boy has." Then she licked her lips and began walking towards me, her beautiful heart-shaped hips swaying side to side, and her unbelievable cleavage jiggling like jello.

"So, what is this? You like playing with mommys' stockings and things?"

She was standing right before me now, only inches away her boobs almost touching my face she was so tall in her heels. And my rebellious cock almost touching the hem of her skirt as if it were trying to sniff its way inside to the hot pussy delights it knew must be lurking under mom's skirt.

Unable to look her in the eyes I lowered my face again, and then to her boobs I said, "I'm sorry, mommy."

Mom placed the first two fingers of her right hand under my chin and lifted forcing me to look her in the eyes. "Look me in the eyes," she commanded. "You don't have to be sorry, son—just be honest. Because mommy thinks it's really sexy what you were doing. In fact it's so sexy and erotic that you've got your poor mommy hornier than she's ever been in her life."

Now she held my face between her hands—her lips so close to mine that her hot breathe danced a ballet across my lips as she spoke—each syllable making my cock jump and twitch. And such naughty words she spoke. "Yes, you've got your poor mommy's pussy so fucking hot it's dribbling her hot girl goo all over her panties. Mommy's girl goo. And maybe I'll let you taste some later if you do as I tell you."

Before I had a chance to say "yes mommy," she mashed her mouth to mine and her hot, long tongue shot deep into my mouth feeling like a hot poker from the fireplace sending searing sparks fluttering all through my body. Then her tongue began swirling all around the inside of my mouth wrestling with my tongue and teasing my gums, the roof of my mouth, everything.

She slid her hands down my body and grabbed my ass and pulled me up against her as she continued to face-fuck me.

My hands, now having a mind of their own found her ass with out any conscious command from my totally fried brain. And I fondled her butt like she was doing mine. And my cock, throbbing and aching, poked its cunt-hungry head up under the hem of her skirt seeking out the hot pussy that it knew must certainly be there like a water witch seeking out water in the desert.

And, my cock had grown so big and hard that even though mommy towered over me in her heels, the tip of my cock struck paydirt! It lightly touched the hot wet spot in her panties—sending new lightning bolts of thrills throughout my body.

Mom pulled away from our kiss and while still caressing my ass and with my cock still lightly touching the hot wet spot in her panties she looked deep into my eyes, smiled, and said, "Now that we both know that you like playing with mommy's nylons and things, we're going to have some real fun. You wanna play?"

"Y-y-y-yes, mommy."

She grabbed up one of the extra stockings that were on the bed, and tied my hands behind my back with it while saying, "I'm going to have to tie your hands behind your back because if I don't, I'm afraid you'll start playing with yourself when you see what I'm going to be doing. And I don't want you to make yourself cum too early. You've got to learn restraint. Most men don't know restraint. If you cum too fast it'll spoil all the fun. Mommy wants to make you wait and hold it so we can play longer and have more fun."

Mom then sat on the edge of the bed hiking her skirt way up past her hips and ass exposing all of her panties—and oh, how wet they were!

"Come here and stand before me!" She ordered as she slipped her heels off and spread her thighs apart. "I want to see your hard cock up real close."

"Yes, mommy." I moved up to stand between her knees. I inhaled deeply of the mommy sex smell that was emanating out from her drenched panties and enveloped me just as her nylon-enshrouded legs seemed to be surrounding me.

She looked at my cock, licked her lips, and then she pulled the lapels of her "V" necked dress to the side causing her huge, bra-encased tits to plop out while smiling at me. Then she pulled her bra cups down to fully expose her gorgeous, gravity-defying melons to my drooling gaze. She began fondling herself and teasing her nipples to outrageous lengths all the while alternately looking at my cock or smiling to my face. And while she played with her tits, she began to rub one of her feet—one of her nylon enshrouded feet—against the back of my own nylon-encased leg. And all my poor cock could do was to strain against its moorings and quiver and bob in front of mom's face.

And then she started rubbing her cunt through her sopping wet panties! And then, as she masturbated herself in her panties her feet were all over me, teasing my ass, rubbing up and down my legs, and my tummy, and then even teasing my cock.

And I was going crazy between watching her panties get wetter and wetter as she masturbated and watching her gorgeous tits bounce and ripple to the motion of her masturbating hand. And that tart, tangy odor filling her bedroom got stronger and stronger and made me hornier and hornier and I was really afraid that my cock would rip itself away from my body and go seeking mommy's hot, wet cunt all on its on.

Then just when I thought I could stand no more, she stood up and shook her tits in my face, those gorgeous sex globes slapping my cheeks, erect nipples teasing my earlobes and the side of my face. And all I could do was go "blurububub" as I tried to kiss and inhale the cleavage that was smothering me so wonderfully.

"Would you like to suck on mommy's titties? Mommy loves to have her titties sucked."

"Y-y-y." Before I could complete my answer she had begun rubbing one of her huge, throbbing nipples back and forth across my lips.

And I thought I was in heaven. Her tits were like . . . , well, with the creamy white flesh of her breasts, and those big, bright red-swollen nipples, it was like a pair of giant Vanilla ice cream sundaes with strawberries on top. And my face was buried right in the midst of all that.

And then, just as I started to suck it into my mouth she pulled it away and teased my lips with the other one. Then, only after teasing my lips like this with first one nipple, and then the other, she finally let me suck it all the way into my mouth. And she let out a nice moan as I did so.