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Nylon Stocking Tease


Subtitled: A story of mutual seduction

Tags: Masturbation, Stockings, Nylons, Older women, Friends, Mother, Nurse, Neighbor

WARNING: This story involves scenes of graphic sex. If that is not what you are looking for don't read on. All sexual acts depicted in the story are committed by adults eighteen years old or older.


Steve Haskell and I had been friends since elementary school. He and I had played together, taken trips together and shared just about everything two guys could share. Even at 18 years old, I still spent just about every other weekend at his house.

His mom and dad had divorced in 1968 and as part of the divorce, Steve went with his father every other weekend without fail. He loved his dad and although it made him mad at the time of the divorce, he had adjusted to the new 'normal' state of his parents.

Steve's mom was a nurse. She worked long hours but was always off on the weekends. His mom was attractive for an older lady. She had been 29 when Steve was born. Now as she was nearing 50, she still looked good. His mom, Doris, stood about 5'-5", weighed approximately 120 lbs., had brown hair that was beginning to show a little gray, huge tits and nice legs. In 1970, nurses still wore the traditional white uniforms with white stockings and those God awful looking white nurses shoes. I'm sure they felt good to her, having to stand on her feet most of the day but they did nothing for her sexy nurse appeal.

It's funny, Steve had an extreme fetish for women in nursing uniforms but had absolutely no interest in his mom. I did but Steve didn't. I told him his mom was 'hot' but he didn't want to see or admit that. It was a running joke with us about 'hot' nurses.

One Friday night when Steve was staying home for the weekend, I went to his house for supper and we played board games. Risk was our favorite, 'the strategy of war game'. Sometimes, games took days to play. As usual, Steve's mom gave up her bed when I would stay over. Steve had one twin size bed in his room and his mom had a king size bed in hers. She would always let Steve and I have her room when I stayed for the weekend.

We managed to finish the game before midnight and got ready for bed. Because Steve and I had been doing this for years, neither of us thought anything about 'sleeping' together. Homosexual activity was the furthest thing from our minds.

During the night, I woke up and needed to go to the bathroom. Steve's mom's room had a bathroom attached to it, so I quietly got up and went into her bathroom. I was taking a leak when I noticed all of her lingerie and stockings hanging in the bathroom after she washed everything. I saw a great number of white stockings but my attention was drawn to a pair of black stockings.

After I flushed the toilet, I went over and felt of the black pair of stockings. They were sheer, probably 10 denier as compared to her work stockings that were a thicker blend of nylon at 30 denier. I couldn't resist the urge. I had a nylon stocking fetish which had blossomed when I started masturbating and used my mother's nylons. Even though I was careful, I'm sure mother had figured it out but nothing was ever said.

I pulled her stocking down off the rack and slipped my now erect penis into the toe part, wrapping the rest of the material around my dick and started pumping. Oh the joy of sheer nylon rubbing the tender flesh of my penis. I sat down on the toilet lid seat and was lost in the ecstasy of my masturbation session.

Suddenly I became aware of someone else being in the bathroom. I looked over and saw Steve's mom standing in the doorway. She had her bathrobe on and her arms were crossed over her chest.

I panicked! What do you do when your best friend's mom catches you jerking off in one of her nylons? I froze.

Mrs. Haskell came into the bathroom and quietly closed the door behind her. She sat down on the bathtub across from me and whispered, "Continue".

I didn't move.

"Finish what you started" she said softly, "I'll wait." I wished I could have escaped but then, where would I go? Home in the middle of the night? How would I explain that to my mother!

"Hurry up" she said, "We don't have all night."

I started rubbing my dick again, trying not to look at Mrs. Haskell. She had now crossed her legs and was absentmindedly swinging one foot back and forth. The combination of they nylon stocking on my dick and seeing her legs, drove me to an early climax, shooting my load into the toe of her stocking.

"Hand it to me" she said and I slid the cum soaked stocking off my dick and handed the sloppy mess to her. She got a bottle of Woolite out from under the sink and began washing the stocking. I was still sitting on the toilet seat and suddenly became very aware that my underwear was around my ankles. I pulled it up and covered myself just as she finished rinsing the stocking out. She rolled it in a towel and then hung it back on the rack next to the other stockings.

She looked at me and said in a very calm voice, "I know it's normal for boys your age to masturbate. I've found evidence where Steve had done the same thing only with my white stockings. Please don't use my underwear for your personal gratification. I need these for work and church. Okay?"

What could I say but "Yes ma'am."?

"Now go back to bed" she instructed and hastily beat a path to do so. I was so embarrassed at being caught.

The next morning, we woke to the smell of bacon frying and headed down to the kitchen. Steve's mom was cooking and asked, "How do you want your eggs this time?"

"Over easy" Steve replied. "Over well for me, please" I said.

We ate breakfast and chatted about different things, the whole time trying desperately to avoid eye contact with Steve's mom. Then Steve and I went outside for a while. I didn't dare tell him about what had happened overnight, but I couldn't get the sexy image of Steve's mom in her bathrobe as I masturbated with her nylon stocking out of my head.

That afternoon, I was getting my things together to head home. I said goodbye to Steve and his mom and started out for my house, about a half a mile away. As I went for the front door, Steve's mom stopped me and handed me a small brown bag. "Here's something that will help" she said, "Open it when you get home."

I made it to the corner before curiosity got the better of me and I opened the bag. There were three stockings in the bag. Two of which were the black ones from last night and the other was a light tan stocking that had a run in it. I was ecstatic!

I raced home and flew into my bedroom, slamming the door closed in the process.

"Hey, don't be slamming doors in this house young man!" mother yelled from the kitchen.

"Sorry mom" I yelled back and went to the door to lock it.

I hastily pulled my pants and underwear down and sat on the bed. Pulling one of the black stockings out, I slipped it over my erect penis and slowly slid the silky-smooth material up on down my aching shaft. This was pure heaven.

I had an experience with an older woman, a couple of years before and she had turned me on to nylon stockings. She would always wear them when we had sex. I was hooked for life.

The pure pleasure of masturbating with nylons was driving me wild. I pumped my fist hard and faster. I knew I was going to blow a load any second, so I grabbed some Kleenex and quickly pulled the stocking off my dick and placed the tissues over my head just in time to ejaculate large quantities of semen. I managed to capture it all in the tissues.

I laid back on the bed and examined the stocking I had used. The toe was damp but there was not semen. It had absorbed my precum while masturbating.

'Damn this feels good. I'd love to fondle Ms. Haskell's legs' I thought as I lay there fondling her stocking.

I couldn't resist the urge to try them on. I tore my socks off and slipped the soft nylon stockings over my foot and rolled it up my leg. Then I did the other leg. I wished that I had a garter belt to hold them up. I had to pull on them with my hands to keep them tight as I rubbed my legs together.

'Holy crap this feels good' I thought to myself and noticed that my dick was standing tall again. I pulled the tan stocking out of the back and slipped it over my dick. I started masturbating with it, like I had done before when I got the bright idea of rubbing my dick between my now stocking clad legs. I pushed it forward and pressed it between my legs. Oh, the feel of stocking on stocking. I didn't last but another ten seconds. This time I blew the load into the toe of the stocking. I lowered my legs down and just covered up with the sheet and fell asleep.

When I woke, it was because mother was knocking at my door.

"What are you doing in there?"

"Taking a nap" I replied.

"Well, we don't lock doors in this house. Suppers ready."

"Okay mom, be right down."

I rolled the stockings off my legs and put them back in the bag. The tan stocking was still over my now very limp dick and was thoroughly soaked with semen.

I started to just throw them away but remembered Mrs. Haskell washing hers with Woolite. I knew mother kept a bottle under the sink, so I snuck into her bathroom and took the bottle to my bathroom. I rinsed the semen out of the stocking the best I could and then quickly cleaned it. I rolled it in a bathroom towel that was hanging on the rod (from where my sister took her shower earlier in the day) and stashed the stockings under my bed.

Sitting down to supper, mother asked about my weekend. I talked about the games we'd played but obviously didn't mention the nylon stocking story. I may be dumb but I'm not stupid.

I was so anxious to go over to Steve's again, I was on pins and needles all week. I knew that Steve's father picked him up from school on his weekend, so I was with him when his dad pulled up. Steve got in and waved goodbye. I headed home.

I waited until 6:00 PM, knowing that Steve's mom got home around 5:30 or so. I knocked on their front door and Steve's mom answered.

"Hi Mrs. Haskell, is Steve home?"

"You know he goes with his father every other weekend" she said in a tired voice.

"Oh yeah, I guess I just got a little confused" I said as I stood there trying to build up the courage to say what was on my heart.

I looked at her and said, "I really just wanted to see you and thank you for the stockings".

She looked at me for a long minute without saying anything and then a small smile crossed her face.

"I'm fixing some spaghetti; would you like to stay for supper? I hate eating alone."

"I'd love to" I said cheerfully. Probably a little too much so.

"Come on it and make yourself at home. It'll be ready in about ten minutes".

I sat down on the sofa and could see into the kitchen. I watched her in her nurse's uniform and I could hear the scratching sound of her thick nylons as she moved around in the kitchen.

"Come on, it's on the table" she said.

I went into the kitchen and she was sitting to the side. My plate was at the head of the table. She scooped out some spaghetti and ladled some sauce over it. Then she fixed her plate.

As we ate, and she asked me about school, sports, etc. Typical supper time talk. I could hear her rubbing her feet together under the table. The sound of her nylons were driving me crazy. I accidentally, yeah whatever, dropped my napkins and bent down to pick it up. Her dress was riding up on her legs as she sat there, exposing the tops of her white stockings.

'Shit, that's all I need right now' I thought as I lusted after her legs.

I sat back up and saw she was staring at me. I felt my face get warm.

We finished supper and stacked the dishes in the sink.

"I think I'll leave those until morning" she said. "Would you like to stay a little while and watch some TV?"

"Sure" I said, "Thank you for asking". I was trying to be a polite gentleman while I was passionately lusting about her body.

She tuned in a comedy show and she sat back on the sofa. I was sitting on the center cushion next to her, but it was a huge sofa, lots of room between us. As we watched the show, she continued to rub her feet together. At one point she brought her foot up, crossing her leg and rubbed it with her hand.

I gulped hard and said, "Would you like for me to do that?"

She looked over at me with a queer look and said, "Excuse me?"

"I'm sorry" I said, "I should have phrased that better. My mother has me massage her feet all the time. I know that you stand on your feet all day and they probably could use a good massage right now."

"You're right about that. Are you sure you're okay with doing that?"

"Yes ma'am. Just swing your legs up and put your feet in my lap. Then sit back and relax. I've got this under control" I replied confidently.

Now, I wasn't lying about messaging mother's feet, but she always had me sit on the floor to do it. I'd never had a woman put her feet in my lap before.

She didn't hesitate as she swung her legs up, placing her feet on my lap. She tugged at her dress a little to keep the hem over her stocking tops and I saw her lean back into the sofa and close her eyes as I started messaging her feet.

I was good at this and messaging her feet gave me sexual pleasure in doing it. I could feel my dick getting hard in my pants. It was pushing against my zipper and I tried to push it to the side without being too obvious. Although Mrs. Haskell had her eyes closed, I knew moving my erect dick around would be felt by her feet.

I finished on foot and started on the other. My dick was hard as a rock. The heel of her foot was resting up against my dick and every time she moved her foot a little, it sent needles of pleasure racing through me.

After finishing the other foot, I started on her ankles and then her calf and then her knee, working my way up her leg. When I got to the hem of her dress, I pushed my hand up under and almost instantly came into contact with her metal garter clip. I rubbed her nylon covered leg for a few minutes and then started on the other leg. Same think, ankle, calf, knee, stocking top.

I looked up at her to see if she was objecting but her eyes were still closed, and she was breathing heavily. I proceeded to move further into the forbidden zone. I went up under her dress and found the other garter clip. I knew that there was only about eight to ten inches between me and the secrets of her womanhood. I moved up and touched her bare thigh. Instantly her hand slapped down on mine.

"Get back to messaging my feet" she said in a calm voice, her eyes still closed.

I did as I was told and massaged her feet again. When I had finished both feet, I stopped.

"Well that was a wonderful treat" she said as she stretched out on the sofa, digging her nylon covered heel into my crotch for a longer period of time than could be construed as accidental.

"I think you deserve a reward" she said, "Go into my bathroom and there is a bag handing on the wall, it has several stockings with runs in the bag. Take one and come back in here."

She moved her feet up and I went to her bathroom. Sure enough, there was a bag on the wall, full of nylon stockings. I pulled a black on out that had a small run up it and headed back to the living room.

As I sat down, Mrs. Haskell said, "Now this, like the stockings that I gave you last week, is our little secret. You can never, ever, ever tell Steve or anyone else about this. Are we in agreement?"

"Yes ma'am" I said.

"Good, now masturbate with the stocking. I want to watch."

I pulled my pants and underwear down, freeing my pent-up erection.

"My, I didn't get a good look at it the other night. You are a big boy!"

I had a sheepish grin on my face as I slid my dick into the stocking.

"Mrs. Haskell? May I rub this between your legs?"

"Hmm... Well, I guess so. I don't see the harm. You just promise to stay below my knees. Nothing above the knees, okay?"

"Yes ma'am" I cheerfully agreed.

I pulled her legs up and placed my stocking clad dick between her white stocking clad legs and started pumping. The sight of my dick, covered in black nylon, poking up and down between her white stocking clad legs for very exciting. My hips were working overtime as I pushed my dick up between her legs. 'I'm fucking Steve's mom's legs' I chuckled to myself, now moving up a little too just below the knees. It was wonderful. Holding her nylon clad legs with my hands as I pumped my dick between them was sheer delight.

"I know you don't need any stimulation but just in case" she said as she pulled her dress up a little exposing the tops of her stockings and about an inch of bare skin. I was staring at her legs and pumping wildly between them. Enjoying every blissful moment. I felt the urge to cum creeping up on me and decided to just ride it through.

I gave a few wild, hard pumps and then ejaculated into the stocking while holding it between her legs. One, two, three hard blast of cum erupted from my dick. It was hot, and it was thick!

I sighed and fell back into the back of the sofa, exhausted.

"Well, you must have been saving up all week!" she said with an enthusiastic giggle.

"Sorry for the mess" I said as I pulled my soggy dick from between her legs.

"Just throw that one away" she said of the stocking I had used. "There are plenty more".

"Well, I've got to get ready for bed and ah, clean up a little" she said as she stood up. "I hope you remember your promise about this being our secret."

"Yes ma'am. May I come back tomorrow?"

"I don't know..." she said slowly as if trying to make up her mind. "Okay, be here around three tomorrow afternoon and we'll see about continuing our 'secret activity'."

"Thank you" I said, grinning from ear to ear. I didn't know what she had in mind, but anything would be great.

I ran home on a cloud.

Mother was in the kitchen when I walked in.

"Where have you been young man!" she demanded.

"Just hanging out with friends" I said defensively.

"Well next time you're going to 'hang out' (she actually used her fingers for the quotations) with your friends, how about letting me know. You worry me sick sometimes. You need to be more communicative with me. I love you and I worry about your safety."

"I'm okay Ma'" I said, "I'm 18, I can take care of myself."

"Well, take care of this then. It came in the mail today."

Mother handed me an unopened envelope. I looked at the return address and it was from the government, selective service. I opened it up.

"Greetings from the President of the United States" it started. I'd been drafted. There was a war going on in Vietnam, but I really didn't think that they'd call me up but guess what! They did!!

"Well shit" I exhaled.

"Watch your language" mother said, "Is it what I think it is?"

"Yes ma'am, it says I have to report to the center downtown next month for a physical".

I had an older brother that was in the Army and he was stationed in Vietnam. He was a Captain of an infantry unit. Life expectancy wasn't all that great for enlisted men and it was doubly so for officers. Mother worried constantly about him. He had called home once over Christmas and we got letters from him about once every week or so. He said things were fine but mother still worried. I guess that was her job. Official worrier.

The next afternoon, I was preparing to leave the house. "Mom?" I yelled. "In the laundry room" she replied. I went there and said, "I'm going out with friends and will be late tonight".

"Don't be too late" she said, "I don't want to have to start worrying about you too."

"Love you mom" I said as I gave her a peck on the cheek. Out the door I went, heading straight to Mrs. Haskell's house.

I knocked on the front door.

"Come on in" her voice said from inside the house.

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