My Mother's Nylons

My Mother's Nylons - Chapter Ten

Author's Note

Danny, 20, has two stunning goddesses wanting to go away with him. Audra and Josie are both thirty-seven and married. Both want to have a sexy affair with him; Josie to Vegas and Audra to some tropical paradise.

Josie seems to have fallen for Danny. But he's in love with Anna, his mother.

Audra is desperate for the sex. And she wants lots of it, in every way.

Anna, a tenured professor of mathematics in New York, has been stuck there guiding two of her graduate students through their Ph.D. candidacies. Her soon-to-be-ex husband has moved back in and he wants her back. Anna rejects him. Erika, Anna's twenty-two-year-old daughter and Danny's sister, will not leave her unprotected. Hence Anna, Erika, and Danny cannot be together.

Even though Anna encouraged Danny to have sex at college to get more experience, she's exhibiting signs of jealousy toward Audra and Josie. Danny is fearful of her reaction if he tells them of the women's plans for him.

Josie's daughter Hailey, a younger version of herself, is smitten with Danny. But Josie would "kill" him if he took her daughter to bed.

Meanwhile, Erika's climbing the walls in sexual frustration...

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End of Chapter Nine - At the apartment

Audra angled her knees towards me and picked up one of my hands in both of hers. "Danny, come away with me. Let's go on a trip for a few days, get away from this place. OK?"

Wow.

"I'd love that Audra. But first tell me: why do you want to go away when we have this apartment right here?"

She looked into my eyes. "I want to go somewhere so it doesn't matter if we're seen together. Someplace we can go on dates, then back to our room and fuck like animals all night long. And the next day, if we feel like it."

I gripped her hands tightly. "You actually like me, don't you Audra? I'm more than just a good roll in bed?"

"I don't know, Danny. But I want to find out. I've never felt so close to any man before. There's something going on between us and I need to figure out where this leads."

"That sounds wonderful, Audra. But I can't go right away. I have semester to think about."

"I know. But let's plan for it soon. I was thinking some place tropical. Someplace I can walk around in the skimpiest little bikini ever made, with sky-high heels to make everybody jealous of you, then make love all night to the sound of the ocean surf. Eat, drink, fuck, repeat."

I pictured being in a tropical 5-star resort with this tall, blonde goddess.

I nodded.

Of course I agreed.

"Oh Danny, that's wonderful! I'll get started on planning. You've made me so happy. I've already forgotten about this past weekend. Fuck it. We're going to have so much fun!"

She wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me, long and wet.

Her kisses always do it. She looked down at the bulge in my pants. Standing, she pulled on my hand.

"Come on, sweetie. Let's seal the deal."

That afternoon was a complete write off. But after a full weekend of non-stop sex with Josie, I was pretty resilient to Audra's attack. The ED drugs and her stunning sexuality kept me hard, but I only came once.

Audra came four times. On the last one, she cried.

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Chapter Ten

Friday - 8:40 PM

I had a night off from the Yoga Women's Sex Club.

I'd actually had sex with only four of the seven when Audra and Josie stepped in to claim me for themselves. This was done outside of my presence. I had no idea how that was received by Jessica, Shelby, Olivia, Brooke, and Alicia.

I'd spent one night with Jessica. Tall and beautiful, she arrived in miniskirt, corset, and thigh-high leather boots to play her Dominatrix fantasies on me. I went with it, and it was sexy and fun. The thing was, she talked about her life all through sex. I think I learned the color of her husband's favorite shirt just before she came while cowgirling me.

It was Josie who told me they were going to disband the sex club. But Shelby was next in the rotation and I'd never had sex with a woman with a body like hers. I told Josie I really wanted that experience. She laughed at that, knowing what I meant, and said 'sure, knock yourself out'. We both knew it would be a one-time thing.

While sex with Josie, Audra, Anna, and Erika are full of passion and romance, sex with Shelby was just rollicking, crazy fun. She's a joyful, sexy, petite brunette with a juicy round ass, a tiny, firm waist, dreamy cocksucking lips, and a monstrous pair of GG breast implants. She displays her extraordinary 36-21-36 proportions proudly, with a preference for tank tops so small and tight her massive tits want to burst them apart. When she walked into the apartment braless under the tank top, I nearly blew my load right there. Shelby's body, with her stupendous, gravity-defying breasts and a waist so tiny I could almost get my hands around it, looked like it came from the imagination of a comic-book artist. I was anxious to see what having sex with a woman with such an extreme body would be like and I wasn't disappointed. She loved to play lots of sexy games with her breasts and was eager for me to ply her with an amazing tit fuck, screaming in delight when I came inside her cleavage, shooting right into her wide-open mouth. She loved that so much, we did it twice. She obviously loves the effect her huge tits have on men and she had a lot of fun overwhelming me with them. One time she pretended to be some kind of Succubus demon and I was her victim. She subdued me, smothering my face with her breasts until I pretended to pass out, then she impaled herself on my rock-hard cock and fucked me stupid 'til she came in a wild frenzy of stroking and shaking, pounding me like the sex demon she loved to play.

I did succeed in giving her four pretty earth-shattering orgasms. When I ate her pussy 'til she came screaming with joy, she morphed into a super-horny slut. She dove on me backwards and pinned me down, driving her full round ass in my face and swallowing my cock, plying her fat lips on my shaft and skillfully plunging me to oblivion with a wild, frenzied combination tit fuck / blow job.

She came away more than satisfied. She gave me her number, telling me it was the best four hours she'd ever spent in bed and she really wanted an encore, even if the yoga club was officially canceled.

I kept her number. She already had mine.

Now that it's only Audra and Josie, I have most weekends free because their husbands are often home then.

I usually spend a couple of hours a day talking on the phone to Anna, Erika, Audra, and Josie.

Josie talks about everything. She wants me a part of her life. She's declared romantic love for me, despite our age difference. But until we can actually spend time together outside the apartment and not screwing, it's pretty hard to judge how we really feel.

Audra keeps our conversations on three topics only - her husband, her career, and sex. She constantly grieves over her husband's lack of quality in bed. He's mostly a pump-and-dump kind of guy. She also loves to talk about her pussy in really intimate detail. A little weird, but I find it really sexy.

Anna and I have so much history our conversations are wide ranging and deep. She tells me how she tortures her estranged husband George, my father, who refuses to move out until after the divorce, which he's contesting. She's always wearing sexy nylons & garters, corsets, and heels around the apartment, just to drive him nuts. Anna's vibrator is a big part of our phone conversations. Usually she's inserted it into her pussy and switched on while we talk. It's not uncommon for Anna to cum once or twice during a call with me.

Erika fills me in on all the details of guys she has sex with. She really is a slut (she's the first to admit it), and she has protected sex every week. But she almost never has a repeat. She tells me how she works a guy over until he begs her to stop. Then she leaves. She's always horny, always ready for sex, but she tells me she's become more discerning after getting the lowdown about Anna's adventures with me. Erika's stuck in New York to protect Anna from George, but she keeps threatening to come to Albany to fuck me silly. She tells me she "wants to cum like Anna", which apparently would be a new peak for her. I tell her the invitation is always open. But I know she has to stay in NYC with Anna until after the divorce when Anna boots his sorry ass from the apartment.

I really need to get out of this residence.

While Audra and Josie are so much fun, they don't offer me a future.

Josie says she wants one, but I don't see her leaving her husband for a twenty-year-old student.

Audra is one of the most ravishingly sexy women I've ever seen. But she's a social animal with a big life and a career in cosmetics and fashion at stake. She's not about to give that up for me.

Fuck it. I'm on my own this weekend and I might as well get caught up in my backlog of schoolwork.

Being a Friday night in November, it was party time in the residence building. Our co-ed building is six stories tall, packed with three hundred students of equal number male and female.

You'd think that would be a lot of fun.

You'd think I would have friends, study partners, sports fans to watch a game with, people to go out on group dates with.

You'd be wrong.

That night Josie spent with me in my room, twenty students had heard her screaming orgasms. They'd parked themselves outside my room to see who she was. I later found out Josie's daughter Hailey was one of them.

I'd managed to get her out without revealing her identity. But to do so, I had to get tough, taking videos of every asshole that tried to pull off her disguise and threatening others with the police.

Since then I've been a pariah on campus. The women are afraid to talk to me, fearing they'll be slut shamed. The guys think I was disloyal, in some idiot student unity thing. Who was I, they said, to threaten to call the cops on them,

over a woman

? It broke their stupid code.

I'm pretty much the most hated person in my building. And my reputation has only grown, like a massive game of telephone, where the story keeps getting better and better. I'd even overheard a story that the cops took somebody away in handcuffs that night. Ridiculous, because the cops were never even called.

By ten to nine, the party in the common area was just getting started. Paid for from our mandatory dues, a DJ was spinning vinyl to near-threshold levels. The din in my room was intense. The music was loud, the booze was flowing, and people were beginning to pour into the building from other parts of campus. Ours was a very popular place to party.

We don't have any cooking equipment or refrigeration in our rooms. I needed a coffee to keep me going for a night of study work. My room is on the ground floor, with the common room just a twenty-foot walk down a corridor.

Coffee cup in hand, I left my room, locked the door behind me, and headed towards the kitchen.

The common area was a big open room about sixty feet square, with a large open kitchen, several big easy chairs, and an 85-inch flat-screen TV. Maybe a hundred students, male and female, were standing or sitting around, talking and laughing, nodding to the deafening music. Several guys were already drunk, making outrageous plays for women way out of their league, drinking hard and talking trash.

More people were pouring in. By eleven, the place would be jammed. My eyes landed on several college women that would give me an instant boner if I wasn't so fixed on getting in and out of the common room as fast as possible.

What some guys would call a target-rich environment.

The first comment came immediately. A group of guys holding beers was standing in a circle, shooting the shit. A couple of women were in the circle, wearing jeans and tank tops, the uniform of choice for a lot of girls at campus parties. One of them was a tall, buxom blonde I could easily describe as drop-dead gorgeous.

That meant the idiots around her would be extra-aggressive.

"Hey, fuck head," came the first comment from some asshole, his arm inked with a horrible image of Marilyn Monroe.

"Gonna call the cops, dick face?" said another. "We makin' too much noise?"

I ignored them and plowed on. But Marilyn-Arm apparently thought it would be worth escalating, to impress the hottie in his group.

"Hang on shithead," he said, grabbing my arm. "Whattaya say about that? I think you owe this young lady here an apology."

"For what?" I said, reluctant to engage.

"For being such an asshole," he said to laughter from his buddies. A real bright eye.

"He means," said the other, "for calling the cops on your housemates. That was a dick thing to do, shithead."

It didn't seem to be any use to explain I hadn't actually called the cops. I only threatened to if he attacked Josie.

I noticed the hot blonde in the group lean over to her girlfriend. I could read her lips. "What did he do?"

The other girl put her hand to the blonde's ear and, I assumed, told her the story. When she was done, the blonde fixed a stare on me.

There was a modest smile on her face.

I yanked my arm from Marilyn-Arm's grip and started to move on.

"I'm not done with you O'Brien," he said.

"Leave him alone Paul." It was the blonde.

He turned to look at her, unsure how to proceed. I took advantage and moved towards the kitchen.

Next was a group of four women that hadn't yet been infiltrated with a bunch of horny guys. One of them I recognized from our building - I think her name is Sally - put her hand on my shoulder to stop me. She turned me towards the others. Two of the other women were from my building. One I didn't recognize - a shy-looking girl with mousy brown hair.

"Danny," Sally said. "I have someone here I'd loooove for you to meet." The two women from residence looked at each other and laughed uproariously. "Danny," she continued, turning me to face the new girl, "this is Priscilla. She's dyyyyyyying to meet you."

Gales of laughter followed, except from Priscilla, who wasn't in on the joke.

"Oh yeah, Pris," said another. "Danny's a real nice guy. He's just exactly what you need. I mean, you

really need

him."

More yucks.

"Tell me Danny," Sally said. "Just what

were

you doing to that poor, poor girl in your room that night?"

"I think they were playing checkers," said another to gales of laughter.

"No, no, no. I have it on very good authority he was torturing a cat." More laughter.

"Oh, that poor cat. Someone's got to call the SPCA!"

I turned and slid between two of my taunters in the direction of the kitchen. There was no point in engaging. As I moved on, one of them said "Oh, Pris, you really missed out." More laughs.

At that point, there was a momentary pause in the music. From across the room, some jerk took advantage of the respite to yell "Hey asshole! Go back to your hidey hole!"

"Eat shit, asshole!" said another.

The music started again.

Halfway to the kitchen, some big jock stepped in my way and put his hand on my chest.

"Where the fuck do you think you're going, Shit Face?"

Three other fools joined him, forming a wall between me and the kitchen. I looked past the guy to the kitchen. Dozens of bottles were scattered all over the various counters.

"He's trying to steal a drink, Lance," said one of the guys.

"Izzat right? Well, Shit Face, is that what you're doing? Gonna steal my sauce?"

I held up my coffee cup. Cro-Magnon man didn't get the hint.

"That's a poor excuse for a drink glass, dick face."

And here I thought I was Shit Face.

"Just coffee," I said, dearly wishing there was another place to get one nearby at this hour.

"Bullshit."

"Just watch me then," I said, angling away.

The four fools did exactly that.

At the kitchen, several men and women had gathered around the booze, talking and laughing. When I approached, I became the center of attention.

"Well here he is," said one tall, slim guy who I recognized from the hallway escape that night. "Traitor O'Brien."

"Traitor O'Brien?" said a pretty brunette co-ed I didn't recognize. "What'd he do Dirk?"

"Oh nothing," Dirk said. "Nothing except call the cops on his housemates after screwing some poor slut in his room."

"Seriously?" said the co-ed.

"Yep. He's been trying to clean it up ever since. Listen to this: We hear this screaming from his bedroom at like midnight. So a bunch of us listen at the door to see if O'Brien's killing some poor girl in there. 'Cause, you know, we had to protect her from this here predator."

"That's right," said another. "We gotta stand up for the women here - protect 'em."

"I'm just going to get my coffee and be on my way," I said. In reality, I'd already decided the coffee wasn't worth it. I started to turn around and go back to my room. I'd feel a lot better behind a locked door tonight.

"Not so fast, Traitor," Dirk said. He gestured towards the co-ed who'd spoken up. "See Sandra, it turns out we didn't have to worry about the safety of any girl after all."

"Oh yeah? Why not?"

"'Cause Traitor O'Brien here didn't even have a girl in there at all."

"Oh no?" said another guy, joining the group. "So what was goin' on in there?"

"Isn't it obvious? Let's just say O'Brien swings the other way."

"A guy?" Sandra said, lacing her voice with incredulity and joining in on the taunts.

Here it comes. The idiots that were camped outside my room that night know full well I had a girl under cover.

But then I thought about it. The rumor that I had a guy must have started pretty quickly. I'd always assumed the women in residence were avoiding me because they didn't want to be slut shamed. What if they really just thought I was gay, and therefore not interested?

"Oh yeah. Some poor asshole Traitor O'Brien here picked up in the campus bar."

"I heard that too," said yet another guy getting in on the action. "What's the matter O'Brien, you ashamed of who you are? You gotta pretend you're some kinda stud with women around here?" He turned around and bent over. "Like what you see?"

Twenty people roared with laughter.

Another woman stepped up and faced me. "It doesn't matter if you're gay, you fool. So why pretend you're some kinda big stud in bed, huh?"

Of course I've never said anything of the sort.

"And then he calls the cops on us!"

"Just to save his ass from us knowing what he was doing in there to some poor kid."

"Kid? He had a kid in there?"

Oh shit. This really was getting out of control. I needed to find an escape route, and fast. I looked around for a path out. Then my eyes fell on...Hailey. Her face was a mix of horror and guilt. Did she believe what she was hearing? Really?

"How do we know he didn't? No man I know screams like a girl the way we heard it in there."

"That makes sense," yelled Dirk. "Somebody call the cops. We gotta pedophile here." He turned and yelled at the crowd. Somehow, his voice cut through. "Hey everybody! O'Brien here's been picking up underage boys and screwing them in his room!"

"What the fuck?" said another.

"Fucking pedo! I knew there was something rotten going on in there!"

This was trouble. Alcohol was flowing and the bullshit was running high. It wouldn't be long before this was going to get physical. I started to move back towards my room. I was blocked by several bodies, male and female.

"Kiddie rapers don't sleep here, O'Brien. You're out. Jake! Don't call the cops just yet. We gotta settle this first. O'Brien here likes little boys. But try proving that to the cops."