My Mother's Nylons

My Mother's Nylons - Chapter Thirteen

Author's Note

Anna is dying to fulfill her greatest fantasy on Danny. But Danny isn't so sure he's on board.

When Anna hinted that her lust levels would go stratospheric being with Danny dressed as a girl in public, he decided to give her what she wants.

But...change of plans.

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End of Chapter 12

Anna always has a plan.

She led me back into her lair where she sat me down with my back to the mirrors. Clearly she didn't want me to see or comment on anything before she was done.

"Okay baby, I have to get real close to do your makeup. I've always wanted to do this!"

Anna stood in front of me and sat on my knees, facing me. Her knees straddled my hips; her magnificent breasts overflowed the open front of her kimono, pushing into me.

They were so close I could just about put my mouth on that nipple, right there.

"No fondling or sucking my tits while I'm doing your makeup, mister," Anna said.

Busted.

Has anyone ever had their makeup done this way?

She was so close I could feel her breath on my face, feel her warmth on my chest.

My mother's luxuriously-full lips were right at eye level. They filled my vision, overwhelmed my senses. Those fat, sticky lips had given me so much pleasure. So sensual, so sexy. I dreamt of her wet kisses swamping over my cock, taking it fully between them, absorbing me, sucking, biting. Loving me.

"Can I kiss you, Sweetheart?" I said. "You look so intent, but I can't help it, I need your lips on mine."

She held my face in her hands, tilted her head, and pressed her mouth to mine. Her narrow, flexible tongue slid into my mouth, swishing around and curling around my own. Her kiss was so sweet, so deep. A moment frozen in time; I could stay right here, in this very embrace, until the end of time.

She held me there for an eternity, but when she broke the kiss it felt criminally soon. I'm addicted to those lips, to my mother's sweet affections.

"You ready for me now, baby? Can I start your makeup?"

I nodded.

We were on to our next adventure.

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Chapter 13

"This part is going to take the most time. So sit back and relax. And no peeking!

"First I'm going to shave all the little bits of errant hair around your face, ears, and neck."

With a disposable pink razor, Anna carved everything off, giving me completely smooth skin from my chest to my hairline. Then she picked up a pair of tweezers.

"I'm going to pluck your eyebrows. Just enough to clean you up.

"Like this."

"Ouch!" I winced. Do women actually do this to themselves?

"Don't be such a baby. Come on, here we go."

For a few precious moments, I sat back and let her take over. But I wasn't comfortable with the whole concept. Yeah, I know. I promised I'd go along with this. I said I was all in. And I am.

But I could not help thinking we were wasting something special.

"Anna."

"Hush. Don't move."

"Anna!"

Exasperated, she dropped her hands and looked at me. "What?"

"Honey," I said, taking her shoulders in my hands. "What are we doing?

It took her a few seconds to change her focus. Anna's OCD had kicked into high gear, and she was entirely concentrated on making me over into a woman.

Her eyes told me a battle of wills was raging within her psyche. She was so intense, so intent on her task. But my voice had finally cut through.

Her eyes changed from focusing...to questioning. To love.

She sighed. "What baby? What do you mean 'what are we doing'?"

"I mean, what are we doing going out on the town when we're here, alone at last, in your bedroom with no distractions, no-one else. Haven't you dreamed of this moment since..."

"Since Erika knocked on my door." She said it as a statement, a matter of fact.

She sucked her lips into her mouth and looked down. Her hands were clasped together between us. She took a deep breath and looked into space.

And then, the switch flipped. My mother looked into my eyes and smiled. She threw her arms around my neck and put me into a tight hug.

"You're so right. We have this precious time alone together. I can't wait 'til I get you into my bed. You're going to feel the true power of my jewel."

"Why wait? I want your pussy on my mouth; I want your legs wrapped around me. I want to drown in your breasts, to be squeezed to paste inside your ass. I want that jewel, I want it so badly up and down my cock, I want you to drive me wild as I do the same for you, both of us insane with lust as we use each other's bodies until we collapse into a puddle of quivering flesh, panting and twitching and useless."

"Oh Danny, you're right. Yes! Come on! What are we doing going out on the town when we can be alone, together at last in my great big bed? You're so right."

I took that as permission to fondle her breasts.

"Danny baby, I have a surprise for you."

"What kind of surprise?"

"Something I've been working on for months. Just for you. Let's just say, I've been building some new skills. Come on, baby, prepare yourself for the pussy whipping of your life!"

Anna dismounted my lap and walked to her bedroom door. She'd had a lock placed on the door that is operable by key. She turned it, locking us in.

Swiveling to me, she tossed the key into the air and caught it.

"No-one gets out of her alive until I say."

That would apply to me.

She disappeared into her closet for a few seconds, returning without the key.

My mother leaned her back against the door.

I've noticed recently: Anna's sexual presence is changing. She getting more demanding, more aggressive. She's moved from teacher, to lover, and lately to pure horny slut with a healthy dose of dominatrix.

I love it.

Her bathroom kimono was on the floor in three seconds flat.

All that was left were her nylons. Her pussy glistened in the light of the table lamp.

It was moving.

Anna had long ago developed the ability to control the muscles in her vagina so she could grip with it. When she's super horny, it sometimes moves on its own.

Right now, Anna's pussy was pulsing with each breath.

A small puddle collected on the floor between her legs.

Her chest rose and fell heavily. Her hands shook. Her thick waist-length hair was disheveled and wild. Her eyes had a slightly insane look about them. "You're not getting out of here until my pussy begs for mercy." She looked at me like a wolf might look at its prey. "You begging for mercy doesn't count."

I've never seen Anna so horny. If I hadn't been there, no telling what she'd do.

It wass one of my motivations for staying with her in the early days. I was desperately worried she'd get so horny after my father left she'd begin to pick up randoms every night and fuck them silly.

Couldn't let that happen.

"Bodystocking. Closet." Tonight, she's a woman of few words.

We jumped into Anna's perfect closet. She threw open two of her nylon drawers and pulled out a handful of bodystockings. I was already layered in glossy pantyhose, micronet fishnets, and Cervin silk stockings, but apparently that wasn't enough.

The bodystocking was black and fully transparent. It was about the size of a small child so I knew it would fit me like a second skin.

With all the nylons I already wore, the bodystocking slipped easily up to my waist. I drew the opening over my head. It had arms and full-finger gloves. When I was fully inside, Anna secured the Velcro opening at the back.

"One more thing," Anna said. She turned to one of her jewelry boxes and extracted a tiny lock, similar to those girls use to secure their diaries. "Turn around."

I did so. She fiddled at the top of my bodystocking. Then I heard a faint

click

.

"There. This bodystocking so made of nylon and Kevlar. It cannot be ripped with your hands. You're locked into your fetish wear until I free you. Now your mine."

Anna's fantasies are getting deeper into role playing. It's kinda fun, but I wonder how far she plans to take it. It's going to be a wild ride.

Locked inside her bedroom, locked inside her bodystocking. "Any other plans for imprisoning me?"

She patted her pussy. "Definitely."

She stepped over to her chest of nylon castoffs with the thousands of pairs of nylons she had worn and discarded over twenty years. She grabbed a double arm load, took it over to the bed, and threw it all over the mattress.

I did the same.

There must have been two thousand pairs of nylons on the bed, every one of which had graced Anna's luscious legs.

Anna grabbed my hands and walked backwards towards the bed, with me in tow. "Prepare to be boarded."

She fell onto the bed pulling me on top. With our bodystockings, we slipped our bodies around each other, sliding and grinding with little friction. Her entire body was vibrating under me. "Eat me, Baby. Pussy needs you."

She put her hands on my shoulders and pushed me down. I paused as long as I dared to bury my face inside the nylon-sheathed fullness of her glorious breasts, but she wanted the real deal. Another shove got me to the treasure chest. The nylon-on-nylon contact allowed me to slip right in there.

"I have a surprise for you, baby," Anna said. "Pussy's got a few new tricks."

She did tell me that.

Her pussy lips immediately reached out to my mouth. I closed the gap and we made out, French kissing like any couple in love, except I was making out with my lover's very active and eager pussy.

And what a kisser she is! Wet and juicy, with plenty of sucking and biting, her pussy was wonderful to kiss.

I gave her my tongue and she sucked it in greedily. Anna must have been exercising her pussy muscles every day, because she was able to suck my tongue right up and into her mutant G-Tube, the orgasm-enhancing roof of her cunt that drives her insane with lust. When she had me, her labia lips closed in on my tongue, trapping it there.

Knowing what she needed, I moved up to her soaking clit and slid my upper lip all around it, then sucked on it as best as I could without full use of my tongue.

In response, Anna cried out and closed her thighs around my head and held me there with her hands, clamping me in, trapping me inside her pussy with no possible escape.

And then her pussy went to work.

Her entire body went kinetic, fully devoted to extracting a monumental orgasm. Her thighs were not only holding me tight, they pulsed, tightening and releasing in rapid order.

With each pulse, her pussy pulled tighter.

Oh my.

My tongue went deeper.

With what movement I had left, I slid my upper lip around her clit. It was so wet, so slippery, so swollen, I had little difficulty giving her what she so desperately needed.

Anna's entire core was shaking, an earthquake building in intensity. Her pussy gushed into my mouth. I did my best to absorb it all. It was like drinking down her sex and merging it with my own.

I was laying among the thousands of nylons Anna had tossed onto the bed. My rock-hard cock was buried inside a hundred pairs, but I didn't want to cum inside them. I wanted to save that for her mouth. Or her pussy. Or her tits. Her ass.

I've licked and sucked Anna to orgasm so many times I know all the signs.

The gushing had already begun.

When she turned hot inside my mouth I knew she was close.

Her core vibrated so hard my teeth rattled.

Deep, deep, deeper she pulled my face into her cunt. I grabbed her hips, but my hold was insecure. My nylon gloves slid over her slick nylon bodystocking, driving her lust ever higher.

As I squirmed in the grasp of her thighs, hundreds of nylons wrapped around my cock, tightening their hold on me relentlessly with every movement. My cock and my balls were slaves to the merciless coils squeezing me ever tighter, bringing me inexorably to an uncontrolled explosion.

But I had to stay with her; Anna would not, could not, must not be denied, even at the cost of an unrequited orgasm of my own.

Anna's core began to bounce, rising up and slamming back onto the bed.

Taking a trick from my mother, I used the only technique I had left.

I hummed.

The vibration from my throat engulfed her enormous and sensitive sex organs with wave upon wave of pleasure.

I knew because she screamed.

Her fingers dug into the back of my head so hard, I thought she'd touched my brain.

And then, she came.

Holy fuck.

I've experienced Anna in an ultra-horny state before. I've survived her incredible orgasms.

But this was on a whole new level. On and on and on she writhed and shook and gushed all around me. I stayed with her, curling my tongue up into her G, crushing my lip onto her C, hearing muted screams from my Anna.

The power of her nylon legs was incredible. I couldn't move; she was crushing me alive.

Meanwhile, a hundred pairs of nylons had wrapped around and around my cock and balls, tightening their coils as if alive. "Cum for us" they shouted in my brain. "Cum, cum, you cannot resist us."

As Anna convulsed all around me, my legs pumped and squirmed. Two hundred pairs of nylons, three hundred wrapped around my legs, my knees, my feet. As I squirmed and kicked they coiled around my limbs, trapping me, binding me, growing tighter with every movement.

The nylons around my sex had joined forces with those around my legs, entwining around each other, pulling tighter and tighter, forming slip knots, granny knots, somehow not releasing even as I attempt to relax them. But there was no relaxing, no easing of the pressure. I was squirming in Anna's orgasmic embrace, her hungry cunt sucking me in, holding me there, oblivious to my kicking and squirming, or perhaps fully aware of the nylons coiled around my cock and my balls, like a dozen tiny hands squeezing and jerking me, yanking tighter from a dozen directions, me was powerless to resist their relentless attack, their hell-bent determination to either squeeze my sex to sausage or to power me into an inescapable orgasm, to greedily absorb every drop of cum I had, and to squeeze and rub out more and more and more.

Anna rolled us over. I was now on my back but the power of the nylons wrapped around my genitals did not diminish. Still coiled around every inch of my legs and feet, still knotted inescapably around my sex, they were not done with me.

Nor was Anna's cunt done with my face.

She rutted her pussy into my mouth and all over my nose and mouth. Grinding and squeezing me, she rubbed herself up and down across me, essentially masturbating, using my face as her instrument.

She came again, not screaming this time, but more violent, more urgent, wetter. She grabbed my head by the ears and pulling me into her with stunning force. She flooded me and I simply endured her rape of my face, happy to give her just what she needed.

When her orgasm subsided, she slid down my body, slick with nylon. Seeing the mass of nylons coiled around my cock she grinned, as if they had done their good work on her behalf, like underlings following the orders of their boss lady. With a gloved hand, she uncoiled the nylons from my throbbing cock, leaving the rest in place.

Silently her pussy absorbed my shaft in a quick swallow, bathing it in its velvety moist embrace. Waves of pleasure rolled over my brain and my body as Anna's muscular vagina closed around the base of my dick and squirmed around its length, massaging and caressing it deep inside of her.

Anna gazed into my eyes, an evil grin on her face, and I knew.

She

had

been practicing.

She waggled her ass to increase the pressure on my cock. Dropping down, she whispered to me, her lips brushing mine, the air from her words wafting into my mouth like an ancient carnal spell, enrapturing me, making me powerless to resist this ultimate sexual creature.

"Like my new tricks?"

I nodded mutely, unable to mouth the necessary words of, of what? Appreciation? Astonishment?

Fear?

Fearful that her mutant pussy was evolving, getting stronger, more kinetic, more demanding, more voracious? Fearful that I would no longer be able to keep up? No longer able to satisfy her before cumming uncontrollably, depriving her of my rock hard shaft before she herself cums?

I merely nodded and hugged her tightly, as her pussy worked its magic on my helpless, subservient cock.

Laying fully atop of me, Anna rotated her hips around and around and around, working her sex into mine, as her dynamic pussy undulated and squeezed and churned its tunnel walls around its prisoner, determined to extract her prize: yet another orgasm for her, and jets of spunk blasting deep inside her cunt from me.

And extract them she did.

She was fully in control, so much so that we came together as if on command, my first, her third.

But what a third!

My own spewing spasms were overwhelmed by the power of my mother's volcanic eruption. She crossed her legs above me to exert stunning pressure on our joining. The squeezing was so hard she nearly pressed my manhood to jelly. Her core continued to rotate, but her pussy shook and pinched my up and down my shaft.

It hardly seemed possible she had so much power, so much control.

So much violence.

I barely noticed when her hands had encircled my throat and her fingers began to squeeze.

I barely noticed when she fell upon me and sunk her teeth into my neck. Tasting my blood, she began to suck.

I barely noticed when her pussy clamped upon me with stunning power while her hips rotated around my core with such violence that she seemed intent on ripping my shaft out from the root.

I barely noticed these things because her newly-skilled pussy was gifting me the most powerful orgasm of my life.

My entire body, my brain, my cock, my everything was utterly consumed in sheer bliss. Wave upon wave of ecstasy poured over me. I saw heaven. I saw stars. I lost all reason.

Anna crushed her mouth upon mine. She was so horny, so consumed with lust she literally drooled into my mouth, and I took it all, the aphrodisiac of her juices powering me higher and higher, making me delirious with pain and pleasure in equal measure. Her hands were still on my throat; her lust had stolen all reason.

Pain and pleasure. Together.

I could not breathe. My throat was closed. Dimly I realized Anna was killing me. Clouds obscured the stars. Heaven turned into a hot fire of pain.

Desperately I pounded on her back. But I was weak; she was strong.

I would die a happy man.

Cumming and cumming and cumming while her pussy vibrates all around the length of my shaft as she slowly chokes me to death.

And then...she opened her hands and her legs and released me.

My cock slurped out of her cunt like a wet noodle.

Anna rolled off of me and I coughed.

Oh did I cough.

Everything hurt.

I coughed and coughed and my mother lunged to me and hugged my body in fear.

We held each other tight and she soothed me until my coughing subsided.

When she backed away and looked at me, terror in her eyes, she cried out, "Oh Danny I'm so sorry, what have I done? Are you all right? Can you ever forgive me?"

I didn't know whether I was weaker from the choking or the orgasm. It didn't matter.

"It's okay, Anna, I'm okay. Of course I forgive you. But, what was that?"

"Ohh, baby, I thought I'd surprise you. I've been working on my pussy muscles for months. I wanted to give you the orgasm of your life. I..."

"Anna. You did. I've never, ever cum like that. I was incredible. How? How did you train your pussy to move inside like that?"

"I developed movement control down there a few years ago. I'm always exercising my pussy, even at work. But I had a breakthrough late this summer."

"I'll say."