The Silken Family Trap Ch. 03byMicheleNylons©
Just then the door flew open and there was our mom standing in the doorway, her skirt creased around her thighs; she had obviously just woke up from her nap. She looked in the room and saw her son lying on the bed, with his cock being wanked into her own pantyhose by her daughter. The same daughter who was sitting on her son's face, with her skirt rucked up to display her nyloned legs, silken panty ass and crotch.
"Just what the fuck do you two think your doing!" she shouted.
"Eileen get to your room!"
My sister quickly leapt to her feet, smoothed her skirt and turned to mom, "Mom, I'm so sorry, I don't know what came over us," she mumbled.
"Just leave Eileen ok, I just can't talk to you right now," Mom scowled. I had never seen her so angry.
My sister Eileen slunk out of the room and I heard her bedroom door close shortly after.
"And you, you, I don't know what to call you Mike, I just can't talk to you either right now, I'll just lose it!"
Mom turned away and slammed the door as she left, but even then I couldn't help looking at where my mom's skirt had rucked up to display her silken thighs.
I rolled over and started to whimper. I felt disgusted with myself, but at the same time so sexually sated that I was exhausted. I fell asleep that way, my mind spinning with what I had just done with my sister and what the consequences may.
I awoke the next morning surprised to find myself still fully dressed, and a pair of come stained pantyhose beside me on the bed; mom's pantyhose. Then the events of last night all came flooding back to me; oh my god, what had I done?
I snuck out of my room to shower, hoping like hell not run into my mom or sister; I was so confused and apprehensive, I just couldn't face either of them. I made a plan to stay in my room mom and sis left for work, it would be better that way, more time to think.
The minutes seemed like hours until Eileen left for work, I watched at the window until I saw her leave. Even though I knew my sister and I had committed the gravest of sins, as my sister walked down the path, head down, my eyes could not help focussing on her sexy pantyhosed legs on display beneath her short skirt. I knew I had caused her a terrible dilemma that could break our already fractured family apart, yet I still fanaticised about our sexual encounters last night. I started rationalising to myself. We hadn't really committed incest (yes I was now admitting to myself the nature of our sin), as I hadn't actually entered her with my naked penis; we hadn't 'fucked' in the true sense of the word, had we?
The dreaded knock came on bedroom door about fifteen minutes after Eileen had left for work. I was in a cold sweat, hoping my mother would at least give me the day to prepare for our encounter. I had fantasised about leaving home, running away, and never coming back to face my mom and have to explain my perversions. I just felt so ashamed and unable to explain the lust that had lead to last night's abhorrent behaviour. But deep inside I was still seething with the ecstasy that I had experienced; the exquisite feel of my cock on my mom's nyloned legs and the aftermath of sexual frenzy that I had experienced with my sister as she at first resisted, then capitulated to my base desires.
"Mike, It's mom, we really need to talk," she called to me through the door.
"Mom, I'm just so sorry, I can't talk to you, I'm such a bad son and a worthless brother," I croaked.
"Let me in Mike, we need to talk son," my mom insisted.
I dragged myself away from the chair by the window on leaden feet, dreading this encounter. I unlatched and open the door. Mom was dressed for work, her pristine white nurse's uniform complemented by her white nylons and white nurse's shoes. Although her shoes were 'flats', they somehow helped define her thighs and the calves that were on display below the hem of the skirt that came to just above her knees. I couldn't help but admire her, she was stunning in my eyes, her makeup as usual was heavier than expected of someone in her profession, but it accentuated her sexiness, almost making her a caricature of the nurses seen in porno magazines and movies.
"Mom, I'm so sorry," I whispered as she entered.
"I just, I just," I couldn't finish the sentence.
"We need to talk Mike," she half whispered, she started to cry and led me to the chair that was next to my study table.
I sat down and I felt all of my energy drain from me. I felt depleted of all energy and will. I was determined however to take full responsibility for my actions and tell mom everything. I would not let my sister take any blame for what I had done. Sure she had become a willing participant in our deviant encounter, but only after I had forced her.
Mom remained standing in front of me, and still my eyes drifted to her silken nyloned calves and then up to her thighs. I felt a further disgust directed at my wanton lust. I cleared my head and began:
"It was all my fault mom,"
"I forced Eileen to do what you saw. It's all my fault and I won't blame you if throw me out on the street."
"I let you down," I sobbed.
"Dad is in jail, I'm the 'man of the house' and now I fucked it all up by doing what I did to my sister."
"I'm so sorry," I sobbed.
"But it wasn't just your sister was it?" mom stated in a firm voice.
"Eileen told me what she saw when she came home," she said.
"You were doing things to me while I was asleep, weren't you?"
"Oh mom I'm so sorry," I whispered, "I, I, I, Just couldn't help myself."
"Well son, can you explain to me why you did what you did?" mom asked sounding genuinely concerned.
I told her, I let it all out. I went on to explain my sexual desires and fetish. How, for as long as I could remember, I have had a fetish for nylon stockings and pantyhose. How once she and my sister had damaged and discarded their nylons I would retrieve them from the trash and alone in my room I would enact my pantyhose fantasies. How I would wear them, sniff them, and wank in them, all of my panty and pantyhose perversions. I told my mom that I could not resist the sight, feel, and smell of nylons.
I then told my mother how I felt being constantly surrounded by two sexy women wearing sheer pantyhose and short dresses or skirts. That when they sat around the house with their skirts hiked up or legs akimbo that I just had to retire to my room to take my pleasure with a pair of their discarded pantyhose or nylon panties that I had stolen from the wash-basket.
"Oh Mike, I'm so sorry, I didn't realise you had these feelings for your sister and me. I'll talk to Eileen tonight and explain it all. I don't know what I'm going to do about what happened between you and her though; you know what you did was not only morally wrong, It was illegal."
"There is only one thing for it. It will have to be our family secret; you must never tell anyone, ever, ok?"
"Of course mom, I promise," I whispered.
"And Eileen will have to be convinced of the same. That only leaves me, and of course I'm not going to say anything. I will not have my family split up"
"So there Mike, we can just put this nasty episode behind us ok?"
My mom smiled sweetly and I realised how much I loved her. But even then, with al this going on my eyes drifted to the hem of her skirt and her silken thighs. My mom's eyes followed mine and I knew she had seen what I was looking at. She frowned.
"Take a shower Mike, get ready for college. I've a phone call to make then I'll drive you, ok son?" she smiled.
"Ok mom," I said, and bounded off the bed and down the hall to the bathroom.
Everything was going to be ok, I thought to myself. We just won't talk about what happened last night and things will return back to normal. I stripped off and got under a warm shower. As I soaped my cock and balls a tingle started and I couldn't help but stroke my hardening cock I was thinking about how I had climbed on my sister and dry fucked her through her pantyhose and panties.
I couldn't help myself I still had my fetish. I turned off the water and climbed out the shower, drying myself on the towel. Then I went exploring in the washing basket. Bingo! I found the pantyhose mom had been wearing last night. I pulled them out of the basket and put them to my face. I felt the sheer nylon caress my face and smelt the faint aroma of my mother's vagina in the crotch of the hose.
My cock was now hard and I lowered the pantyhose down to it. I opened the hose and pulled one leg over my cock and started to wank slowly. The feeling of the sheer nylon of my mother's pantyhose on the nerve endings of my erect member was exquisite. I forced myself not to speed up the slow, deliberate, movements of my right hand wanking my hardon. With my left hand I gathered up the rest of the silky garment and began to slowly massage my balls. My thoughts now were of the earlier part of last night, how I had slid my cock up and down my mother's silken calves, clad in these very silken sheer pantyhose.
Then I heard my mother's voice, distant but loud enough to bring me out of my reverie. She was on the phone in her bedroom, I decided I better stop my wanton pleasure and get ready for college or mom would be suspicious. That wouldn't do now that It looked like I was going to get away with what was virtually the rape of my sister, and certainly incest with both her and mom, (even though mom didn't know what I had done to her).
I threw my discarded clothes into the wash basket on top of the pantyhose I had been wanking into. After years of masturbating with my mom's and sister's nylon panties and pantyhose, I knew how to replace the garments so that they would not be suspicious. Although my sister Eileen had said she had noticed come stains in hers. I would have to be careful in future I though. I may have agreed not to engage in incest but I had no intention of giving up my fetish.
I left the bathroom doing up my shave coat, a ratty robe I only wore to and from the bathroom for the sake of modesty. As I passed mother's room I overheard her talking softly into the phone,
"He's only 18 doctor but he's matured so fast. No I can't tell you about it on the phone that's why I want to make an appointment for me and him to see you as soon as possible!"
"Look you worked wonders with my depression when my husband went into prison, now I need you to help with a family crisis."
"No it's mainly Mike and these depraved sexual urges he is having. I'll explain it all to you before he goes in to see you, but you must keep it to yourself!"
"I know I have your word as my doctor, but what Mike's been doing is pretty debauched. Ok then, we'll be there in an hour, Mike thinks I'm taking him to college. Bye."
The fucking bitch! My mother the fucking bitch! My blood was boiling at this betrayal. I flung open the door just as my mom was hanging up. She was sitting on the bed next to the telephone on the nightstand. I stormed into the room and pushed her hard on her shoulders forcing her to fall back on the bed.
"You fucking bitch mom! You swore we would tell no one!"
She whimpered, I could see the fear in her face, "Mike its for the best. I have to get you some help if you are going to stay in same house with me and your sister."
"But you promised! We would all just say nothing, tell no one, and that would be it!"
"But Mike you need help!" she cried again.
Now I noticed how she had landed when I pushed her back on the bed. The hem of her white nurse's uniform had ridden up and her legs were slightly parted. I could see her sexy sheer pantyhosed thighs tightly stretching the white cotton skirt. I felt my cock begin to harden and I looked into her face. Her makeup had started to smear because she was crying, the mascara darkening her eyes even more. My god she looked even sexier, sluttish in her pose, with her piled on makeup, dishevelled, and her skirt rucked up; she looked vulnerable. She looked fuckable!
"Oh I need help alright mom," I hissed.
"I need fucking help, the same kind of help sis gave me last night."
"So mommy are you going to help your son with this problem," I whispered harshly and opened my shave coat to reveal my hard throbbing cock to my mother.
"Mike! Son! No!" she screamed. "You can't, please, cover yourself; I'm your mother for god sake!"
I was through talking; looking at her lying helpless on her bed only made me more aroused. As I leapt on her, my shave coat flew open, and I landed on top of her. I stretched her arms out and pinned her beneath me. I had landed directly on top of her with my legs between hers; my erect penis pushed against the cotton hem of her skirt and my face hovered over hers.
"Please Mike, stop this now, please have some respect for your mother," she whispered into my face only inches from hers.
Her breath was sweet, and looking into her sexy blue eyes and ruby lipsticked lips, I knew I couldn't stop myself. I lowered my face onto hers and kissed her lips. She kept them tightly closed, but the taste of her lipstick and the feel of her fully clothed body against my almost naked body only inflamed my passions. I sighed and tried to force my tongue between her lips. My mother responded by squirming beneath me and wriggling to get free.
This was a disastrous mistake for my mother as her writhing caused her skirt to ride up further and my hard cock to come into contact with her pantyhosed thigh. I hung on to her, allowing her to move beneath me thus causing her nyloned leg to rub against my turgid penis. The feeling of her gossamer nylons on my cock was electrifying; along with the feel of her breasts inside her crisp white nurse's uniform rubbing on my chest I was intoxicated with passion. The thought of finally consummating my deeply held secret passions for my mom in her uniform and pantyhose drove me to the peak of my desires.
"That's it mommy, fight me if you want. You know my sister did at first, but she soon changed her mind," I whispered in her ear.
Then my mother realised what I was doing, holding on to her and allowing her struggle to inflame my passion. She lay still and looked me in the eyes.
"Well take what you want Mike. I won't fight any more because I think that's what you want. But remember you will have to live with consequences after," she whimpered.
I lowered my lips to hers and as they touched I whispered, "Fuck the consequences!"
I mashed my lips on hers and forced my tongue into her mouth. She didn't respond but she didn't fight either. Her lying prone and not offering any response at all only served to inflame me to greater passions. I put my hand between her legs and positioned my cock over her panty and pantyhose covered pussy and started to thrust slowly against her. I then eased my cock between the nylon gusset of her panties and the gossamer thin nylon of her sheer to the waist pantyhose covering her pussy. My cock was in a silken trap, caressed between her nylon panties and her hot cunt covered by her pantyhose.
I continued to kiss my mother as I humped her panty crotch, my cock was like a living thing, the sensation was so magnificent, better than anything I ever felt when masturbating, or even with my sister last night. I could feel the outline of my mom's pussy lips through the hose and adjusted myself so my cock was between them. My precum was lubricating the nylon so I couldn't tell if mom was aroused but she continued to lie there unresponsive.
I reached down with my hand and put a fingernail against the nylon covering her cunt and pushed until I felt the pantyhose tear. Still my mother didn't move so I pushed forward with my hips. The tip of my cock forced its way through the hole in her pantyhose and was nestled in her pussy lips against the entrance to her cunt. I pushed forward again slowly but firmly and felt the head of my cock enter her. My mother grunted as my cock went inside her, but other than a flinch she made no effort to stop me. My mind was racing. I was fucking my mom! NO! I was raping my mom!
I pushed in further and found resistance. She was dry! It was obvious my mom was not going to capitulate and become a willing participant. I started a slow thrusting movement hardly moving my cock at all, just enough to get my precum lubricating my cock as I entered her further, millimetre by millimetre. We must have looked a sight, my mom lying on the bed her legs apart and her arms above her head held there by my free hand. Her skirt rucked up around her waist and her sheer nylon encased legs wide with me between them slowly humping and forcing my kisses on her, her heavy makeup smeared making her look like a whore.
Eventually I was fully inside her and my balls came to rest against the silken gusset of her panties that had been pushed aside to allow my entry. I was fighting off my orgasm; having to enter her slowly had helped. My precum had lubricated my mom's cunt enough to enable my cock to fully penetrate her, but she was still very tight. My head was spinning with desire now and I knew the inevitable would happen soon, regardless of how slowly I fucked her.
I released the hold on her hands and lifted her silken pantyhosed legs up and around me. Mom didn't fight; she hadn't said a word other than the grunt as I entered her. She was just like a rag doll. Tears streamed slowly down her face and her eyes were closed. I shucked off the shave coat all the way so that I was fully naked and could feel the gauzy nylon of her pantyhose legs on my back and thighs. I pulled back my throbbing cock all the way and thrust deeply into her, once, twice, three times. Each time I did, she grunted with the force of my thrusts. On the third thrust I pushed in as far as I could and rubbed my balls on her panty-ass and concentrated on the feel of her silken nylon legs against me. I exploded; torrents of come seemed to explode out my cock. The pleasure was so intense that it was almost painful.
I shuddered and groaned for what seemed like an eternity as I filled my mother with my hot seed. Eventually I came down from the plateau of ecstasy and opened my eyes. I found myself looking at my mother's icy blue eyes; they were devoid of emotion. She just stared up at me.
To be continued...