My Sister's Nylons

Author's Note

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This is the final chapter of Tess and Diana. There's a lot of sex in this one, so grab a pair of nylons and keep stroking, or fingering, or whatever it is you do.

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Chapter 4

Laura swung off the bed, straightened her fishnets and headed out the bedroom door. We had been fucking for over three hours, but I had managed not to cum, even during her final, massive orgasm. I had a very good reason for not wanting to join her in that moment of ecstasy.

I turned to Diana. Her face betrayed the slutty anticipation of a woman who knows she about to get fucked into needy, spasming oblivion. Eagerly, she backed away from me and propped up her head on two pillows. She opened her gorgeous legs wide to show me her throbbing pussy. I couldn't wait to get those fully-fashioned nylon legs around my neck.

"Come and get it, lover," she said, holding her arms out to pull me in.

As I hovered at the entrance to Nirvana, ready to push in and fuck my gorgeous sister 'til dawn, her phone rang. I looked at the clock. 3:00 AM.

It was Mom.

Diana hesitated, deciding. 3:00 AM was a pretty odd time for Mom to be calling. It had to be an emergency.

"You better get it," I said.

"Hi Mom," Diana said. She listened for a minute or two. Pain and dismay swept over her face. "Ok sure, you come right over. We'll see you in twenty minutes."

"What?" I said. My dick had fallen to nothing, despite the drugs.

Diana put her phone down and looked at me, her face a mix of tears and terror. "Mom's left Dad. They had a huge fight. She thought about going to a hotel, but her first wish was to see us. To explain in person. She's been driving for nearly three hours, trying to decide what to say."

"Oh no! Did she say why? What's going on?"

"She didn't. But I think I know. In fact, I'm sure of it."

"What? What?"

"Sex."

"As in, Dad's been screwing around?"

"No, you idiot. You are blind sometimes, aren't you? Mom confided in me a few months ago. She's not getting nearly enough from Dad. She's basically been an unsatisfied horny wife for like, forever."

"Holy shit. But she's always been in charge. I thought she could get him to do anything she wanted."

"Mom's his Domme. He's her Sub. But that doesn't mean he can satisfy her."

"Wait, Mom's a dominatrix?"

"Of the first order."

"How do you know all this?"

"Remember they went on that road trip this summer?"

"How could I forget that three weeks?"

"Yeah, well, she actually checked them into a BDSM hotel in Vegas. It was a pretty radical place, I gather."

"I don't believe it."

"She thought she could bring him back in line, get him more responsive, more submissive, more sexually satisfying, leaving her free to be her true self."

"Her true self is as a dominatrix?"

"She's hard-core Domme, Tess. It's almost scary. I found her trunk when they were out for dinner once. She'd forgotten to lock it. Handcuffs, whip, skin-tight vinyl, fishnets, six-inch stiletto thigh highs, leather bustier, studded choker, ropes, chains, pinchers, the works."

"And she was trying to get Dad to go along?"

"It seemed to work for a while. But in the end, it didn't take."

"And now she's coming here."

"In like, fifteen minutes. You've got to turn back into Ted, lover. Fast. I'll be desperately sorry to see you go, but you've got to get moving."

I kissed my sister on the mouth, turned, and walked out of her bedroom. Diana was right behind me to tell Laura what was going on.

I pulled everything off my body and gathered up all my nylons, garters, panties, shoes, wig, and Diana's skirts and dresses on the bed and in my closet. I put everything into a bag and put it all into Diana's closet. I suspected Mom would be sleeping in my bed tonight and I'd take the couch. I was pretty sure Diana would tell Mom that she and Laura were a thing, and that would be OK. If it was discovered, the bag of stuff would be part of Diana's Hallowe'en stuff.

I took a shower and scrubbed all evidence of Tess off my head and body. I had taken a full change of clothes into the bathroom. When I was showered and dressed, I opened the door.

Mom was sitting on the couch with Diana. Laura was in an armchair, facing them. Everyone had drinks.

When she saw me, Mom uncrossed her legs and stood. She held out her arms for a big hug.

As I stepped quickly into her, I swept my eyes up and down her form.

She was wearing mirror-finish five-inch black patent leather stilettos, black super-sheer fully-fashioned stockings, and a one-piece leather minidress. It was so tight I wondered how she could breathe.

I was reminded of where Diana gets her legs. Mom's are truly spectacular, especially in short, tight leather.

I eagerly fell into her arms and hugged her tightly. She held me for an eternity.

I wondered if this outfit was part of the story of her leaving Dad.

"Mom's been telling us what's going on, Ted. Mom, how much do you want to tell Ted?"

Tell me what? I assumed this was girl talk, with a healthy dose of sex. I could understand if Mom didn't want to discuss it in front of her son.

"Ted needs to hear it from me. His father will have his own spin, so I'd like Ted to have my side of this directly. Come here, sit beside me Ted."

Mom sat on the couch and crossed those stunning legs of hers with an audible

swish

. The leather Domme outfit she was wearing was so tight, it hiked right up her thighs as she sat. The welts of her stockings were plainly visible. She showed no embarrassment.

"Your father and I are through. I've given him the best years of a woman's life. I won't give him any more. I'm sexually frustrated and I can't get him in line."

Interesting choice of words, I thought. I was stunned at how direct Mom was being about sex (or lack thereof) with Dad.

"I was at the end of my road," Mom continued. "I'd bought this outfit to see if I could spark something in him, anything, but when he saw me in it, well, you wouldn't believe what he said."

"If it was anything other than, 'holy shit Terry, you're the sexiest thing I've ever seen', then I'd be floored," I said.

"Sexy? You think? Not too much for a 39-year-old?"

I looked at her legs and the fetish shoes. I wondered if I could put my hand on that upper-crossed thigh. To comfort her, right?

My eyes were inescapably drawn to the welts of her glossy sheer nylons. One garter had poked down past the hem of her dress, holding the stocking secure on her legs. I don't know what it is about seeing the welts of a woman's stockings, but they have an unstoppable effect of giving me a raging hard on.

Meanwhile, Diana and Laura had fed me massive doses of ED drugs this evening.

I had grown a solid in less than thirty seconds.

Mom saw it.

Everyone did.

"I guess I do look sexy after all," she joked.

Everyone looked at me. Diana was giving me the evil eye. Laura looked kind of stunned. But Mom. Mom looked...interested. Hard to explain.

Maybe she hasn't seen anything like that in a long, long time. It seems Dad hasn't been stepping up. Briefly I wondered if Mom wanted to keep it in the family...

"I'm sorry, Mom. Really. It's just..."

"Don't worry about it, Ted." Mom's hand moved. For a second I thought she was going to touch me. But she stopped herself.

Time to change the subject. "So what do you want to tell us about you and Dad?"

She sat back and thought about that. Her upper-crossed foot kicked back and forth. She was nervous, I guess. But the effect was to flex her thigh muscle under those gorgeous stockings. The sight of her thighs encased in nylons ensured my boner stayed intact.

"I want you to know everything." She folded her arms and took a deep breath. "When I met your father in college, we had what you might call a normal relationship. We dated, we fell in love, and we married. We had a few very good years.

"I was always the aggressive one. I'm a strong extrovert. Harold is the opposite. I'm a sex addict. I think he could take it or leave it. Over time, I just naturally assumed a role as his Domme to get what I needed. But we were not what you might call "hard core".

"Our sex life was always wanting. In my twenties, I wanted sex all the time. I mean, we could have had two hours of non-stop sex that night and in the morning I'd be on top of him, grinding him for more. And if we found ourselves alone in the house, well, let's say he knew what he was in for. I bought all sorts of sexy lingerie and fetish wear to entice him. I loved wearing it and having sex in it.

"Then, a few years ago we went on a week's vacation alone together. I insisted on it."

"I remember that" I said. I was around sixteen."

"Right. He chose a golf resort in Georgia. He wanted to teach me to play golf. I had a different vision of a holiday without the kids. I won that battle. I brought a whole suitcase of fetish wear. I didn't play any golf and neither did he. We got all our meals by room service. Let's just say the TV never came on. When I released him from the room at the end of the week, he could barely walk."

"Sounds like you had a wonderful time," Diana said.

"It was too much for him. After that, he became more distant. We began to have far less sex because he didn't want it. Maybe that week burned him out. He took up interests outside the house. I started to climb the walls in sexual frustration.

"I started researching solutions. I saw a link to an ad "Better sex through Domination." I clicked on it and Holy Fuck. It was like they were speaking to me. I took some online courses. I went to my favorite fetish-wear store and bought some Dominatrix outfits and accessories.

"One night while he was getting ready for bed, I put on a full housecoat. When the time was right, I handcuffed one of his wrists to the bedpost."

This was crazy. I never knew. And here's Mom telling us all this stuff. "Fuck! What did he do?"

"He was shocked. But my teacher, Mistress Electra, prepared me for his reaction. I had already fastened another set of cuffs on the other bedpost, attached to a pulley. She taught me to distract him, then snap the other cuff on him. With the pulley, I was able lay him out, prostrate on the bed."

"Wow," I said.

"Wow indeed. When I shed the housecoat, I was fully decked out in skin-tight vinyl, leather, and nylon. I spent the night conditioning him to be my Sub. At first he was resistant, but his - rewards for compliance were - substantial."

I was getting hard thinking about Mom giving "substantial" rewards. Briefly I wondered if she was still in the giving mood.

"Eventually, he submitted to me. Fully. After that night it took weeks of conditioning. I knew he was converted when one night he asked for the restraints. Our sex life became fantastic again. We were having sex three, four times a day. I was so happy. And he was too. At least I thought so. There was nothing he would not do for me.

"It wasn't hard core. I didn't bust his balls, gag him, peg him, administer public humiliation, or anything he couldn't handle. And great sex was always the goal. For both of us. I just made sure he knew who was the boss and how to keep the boss happy. The price for not making me happy was painful, but ultimately he knew he was going to get his reward.

"But a couple of years ago, he slipped back. Started to rebel. He wouldn't submit. He was back to not giving me what I needed. Which is sex every day, twice a day if I can get it. He wouldn't step up.

"I ordered him to accompany me to three weeks of Domme / Sub therapy in Vegas. That's where we went this summer. The resident Fems promised I'd get results. He'd always been so...enthusiastic about being my Sub. But the Vegas solution was so...extreme. Incredibly sexy for me, but it was too much for him. At one point we had four Dommes working on him, all at once. He wouldn't come around. He rebelled. He left early, only two weeks into therapy.

"He can't satisfy me anymore. But I told myself, at least there was another aspect of our life together he hadn't stopped. An aspect very important to me.

"But recently, he's refused even that. Something we've enjoyed for the past decade, or more."

"What?" I said. "What has he refused?"

Mom hesitated. The pain on her face was clear. She was conflicted. Clearly this was hard for her to speak about. "He refused to... I don't know if I can say this. It's too humiliating."

"Humiliating for who?" Diana said, putting her hand on Mom's thigh. The only thing I could think about was, 'could I do that'?

"It's just, if I tell you, your whole view of your father would change. And I'm not sure it would be for the better. For me, it was everything. It was why I was so attracted to such a submissive man. I need that in a man. It was so a part of our life together for so many years."

"What, Mom? What did he suddenly refuse to do?"

We all feared the answer. My immediate thought was he didn't want to eat her pussy anymore. I can understand how that would be a problem, especially if he'd been doing it for years. That

would

be incredibly hard for her to say in front of me.

Mom sat there, wringing her hands together. She glanced briefly at Laura and back down at her hands.

Laura took the hint. "I think I'm going to take a shower."

Mom smiled gratefully. When the door to the bedroom closed, Diana took Mom's hand. "Tell us, Mom. What did Dad refuse to do for you?"

Mom looked at me pointedly. She licked her lips and gave me a small smile. I put my hand on her knee to comfort her, and she didn't flinch (Yes!).

"OK, here goes. He started to refuse to wear my nylons."

My heart began to race.

I thought about searching the floor to find my jaw.

"It was part of his role as my Sub. In Vegas, the Dommes had him in everything. Heels, nylons, panties, corsets, bodystockings, makeup, the works. The therapy was extreme. He got sexual gratification when he submitted, pain and denial when he resisted."

Mom looked at me. "I loved seeing him in my clothes. It made me want sex even more. You know how slim and lean he is," Mom continued. "Just like you, Ted. Exactly like you. He can fit some of my dresses too. I have a small drawer for shoes that fit him. Over time, I'd assembled a complete wardrobe for him. Seeing him wearing my nylons, my dresses, well it just...let's say it motivates me. When he wears my clothes, well, I just attack."

Holy fuck.

Stunned, I looked at Diana. I expected her to be as surprised as me. But the look on her face was - different. Thoughtful.

I think I get it. Diana and I were playing out exactly the same roles that Mom and Dad were playing. But Dad was rebelling.

I needed to assure my sister that wasn't going to happen with me. If she thought I'd take Dad's lead and begin to rebel, to not wear my sister's nylons for example, then the spectacular sex I'm having with her would be over immediately.

Somehow, I had to end that speculation in Diana's mind. Right now, in a show of support for Mom and to reassure Diana.

"Mom," I said, looking at Diana first. Her face was a mask. "I have something to tell you. Something that will shock you, maybe."

I saw Diana start to speak, but then she stopped. I thought I detected a hint of an encouraging smile.

"What dear?" said Mom. "What could possibly shock me more than what I've been telling you?"

I had to work my way into it. Build my courage. "Your stockings, Mom. You're wearing Cervin Bas Champs Elysees 20 denier 100% pure silk stockings. Traditionally craft-finish manufactured in France. Smooth top, invisible reciprocated reinforced heel and toe. The ultimate luxury stocking for seduction, and they feel like sex on legs. I know."

Mom looked at me, stunned. Diana shifted uncomfortably in her seat. She knew what was coming. She was as afraid as I was of Mom's reaction to what I was about to reveal.

"That's exactly right, Ted. You've described my stockings as if you were a connoisseur, an expert even. How..."

At that moment, Mom's face lit up. She understood. She stared into my eyes. "You."

"Yes, Mom. Me. When first I saw you this morning, two things were going on in my mind. Firstly, and most important, why are you so upset and what can we do to help? But when I looked at your legs - and you need to know, Mom, you have a spectacular pair of legs. You and Diana both."

Mom and Diana shared a look. And a smile.

"But when I looked at your legs, I thought about how exciting it would be for you to strip off those silk stockings and give them to me. To wear."

Silence. Mom held my gaze as if trying to gauge my sincerity. Then she looked at Diana. "Do you...Diana do you give your stockings to Ted? To wear?"

This was dangerous territory, we both knew. But we're all adults. We can handle this, right?

There was no point in hiding it. "Yes, Mom. Tess and I..."

"Wait. Tess?"

"I wear it all, Mom. Diana and I share the same clothes. I can fit most of her dresses. Some are so slim I need a corset, but when I do, I can manage them. When I wear Diana's - sorry our - nylons, I feel so alive, so attuned to her."

Mom turned to Diana. "And you let him? You used to be so...protective of your nylons."

Diana bounced her crossed leg. She was struggling with how much to reveal. "It's OK Mom. In fact, it's more than OK."

"We have a strong relationship, Mom. I love wearing feminine things. Not just nylons. Everything. And when I do, I get very - motivated."

"Motivated? For what?"

Diana broke in quickly. "Let's just say he displays his love for all things feminine in a very masculine way."

"Yes, I see." Mom turned to me. She looked at the bulge in my pants. "Do you want to right now? Would you like to try my Cervins?"

Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, fuck yes.

"I don't know, Mom. I mean..."

"Come on, this will be fun. Diana, go get one of your skirts. And get his shoes. I want to see this."

Diana was back in ten seconds flat. I know my sister. She was getting horny.

Mom stood and kicked off her spikes, then hiked up her tight leather hemline. She unfastened the garters from one long leg and slid the silk stocking down to her ankles. She repeated the process for the other leg. Finally, she stood and hiked up her skirt even further. Her panties were fully visible to me, just inches from my face.

They were soaking wet.

She grabbed her garter belt, turned it back to front and released the three clasps. Then she handed it to me, sat down, and swept off her stockings.

The sight of my spectacular mother stripping in front of me was so fucking sexy. My boner was rock hard. Fortunately, I'd been fucking Laura for hours and I had a bit of stamina left so I didn't think I'd cum. Not just yet anyway.

But there was something Mom had forgotten.

"Mom, I need something else."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I have your nylons, I have your garter belt, but I don't have..." How was I going to say this?

"He wants your panties, Mom." Diana always finds a way.

Mom looked startled. But then a sly look came over her face. "Right. Of course." She stood again, reached under her hemline and worked her panties off her hips and around her ankles, where I retrieved them.

I sat on the couch and turned away from the women. I pulled off my underwear and put on my mother's silk panties. When they encircled my balls, only then did I become aware of how soaking wet they were. The feeling of my gorgeous mother's vaginal juices smothering my stiff cock and my balls was nearly enough to set me off. Her pheromones were attacking me with the force of a cyclone. I nearly swooned. I had to sit.

Diana had brought a pair of hosiery gloves and these she handed me silently. I put them on then wrapped the garter belt around my waist, letting it out to the widest setting. I sat down and bunched up the first silk stocking in my hands. Expertly, I pulled it up my leg, getting the seam perfectly straight the first time. After doing the second one, I stood to fasten my garters. Mom and Diana both helped. That felt nice. Really nice.