The look of nylon on a woman has always been a fascination to me. I remember being attracted to it even before girls raised my attention. The problem now is that nylons and pantyhose are far less seen than in the past. I certainly pine for the days when a woman dressed like a woman.
My recent ex-girlfriend knew about my interest and would wear nylons to work and keep them on at home to tease me. A wide assortment of styles and colors filled her dresser. She loved to have her feet massaged and I could never say no to her when she placed her nylon covered feet in my lap. Massaging her feet became a huge turn on and instant excitement. All the foot massages soon led to me having a foot fetish which led to a bunch of more fun in the bedroom. Footjobs became a favorite activity and she knew that if she teased me with her feet, I'd get hard and she would get what she wanted.
My newly found fun was soon at an end two years into our relationship, when she was offered a job promotion halfway across the country. There were no plans of having me go with her, since I was in my first year of college. I ended up finding out a week before she was leaving. I was crushed at the news and when she left, I had to ask my mom if I was welcome back at home for a place to stay. I hadn't been gone too long, since I had left after graduation. I did leave because my girlfriend wanted privacy. There had been a handful of times where I was massaging her feet or kissing and my mom had dropped in on us.
My mom was sympathetic about my new found situation and welcomed me back with open arms. She was also happy to have a man back in the house, since my father had left town four years earlier. My only stipulations were to help out around the house and give her space if she brought a man home. I agreed to the rules, but the part about another man was a little freaky. I realize that she's a pretty woman with needs, but I'll have to learn to come to grips with the fact that another man besides my dad was having sex with my mom. I didn't ask about the new guy and she kept the details to herself which was fine with me. I just assumed that he was a co-worker from the new job she had started months earlier.
The new job she had landed turned out to be a bonus for me. Mom dressed up daily in pantyhose. At least I could get my nylon fix through my mom's sexy legs. Those legs haven't been seen in hose for years except in the rare occasions where she went out with my dad. I made a daily effort to chat with her when she came home and often joined her to watch tv at night. I looked forward to the days when she didn't change her work clothes. This ended up happening a couple times a week. It was then that I got the treat of seeing her hose covered feet propped up on the coffee table while she watched the nightly shows. During these special nights, I couldn't keep my eyes away. Watching her feet rub against each other and her little toes flexing in hose was intoxicating. Her legs are lean and her feet are a size six. I found this out one day when I decided to check out her shoe and pantyhose collection. I paid special attention to put things back properly and withheld the temptation to play with her hose. Besides pantyhose, there were assorted nylons, stockings and garters.
The first month went by with no issues. I kept to myself and looking was plenty of fun. Her friend stopped by several times with her and each time she texted me in advance. That was my cue to go to my room and give her space. One Friday night after she went for drinks after work, I decided to snoop and see what may happen.
I waited for her and Roger to situate themselves in the family room. I snuck nearby where I wouldn't be seen. I could see they were talking while watching the tube and Roger was slowly massaging her shoulders. I couldn't really tell what they were saying as their words were mixed with the tv. Mom was stretched out on the sofa and I could catch glimpses of her hose covered legs and feet. The massaging went on for several minutes until mom got up and made her way into the kitchen. I held motionless hoping that my position would not be spotted. She returned minutes later with two drinks and I settled back to watch. Mom then stretched out with her back to me and rested her feet in Roger's lap. He took her cue and began massaging those sexy size sixes. Watching her feet get massaged got me hard instantly. I looked with jealous lust as he took one foot and brought it to his lips. He kissed and licked her whole foot before placing it back on his lap. The second foot then made its way to his mouth. Before kissing it, he reached up her legs and took hold of my mom's nylons. He pulled his hand back to the heel, up the sole and off the toes in one sweep. The newly bare foot now made its way to his mouth. Roger licked once and then again from the heel up to those sexy toes. Then he began sucking her toes, which made her squirm with delite. While this was going on, the free leg was moving by his crotch. Mom was blocking my view, but her leg movements told me she was rubbing her foot on him. My thought was confirmed a few minutes later as she leaned forward unzipping his pants, giving me a clear view. The pants were instantly on the floor as he stood up, exposing his big cock for all to see. He then moved in front of my mom and she grabbed his cock and began stroking it with her hand. I was shocked and aroused as she then took him into her mouth. It didn't all fit in, but I could see that she had some really good skills at giving head. She sucked him for some time and did not miss an inch of his cock with her tongue. She even sucked his big balls before finally letting go and getting back to their previous positions on the sofa. He was sitting and she lay back down and placed her feet around his pole. The look was unique as one foot was bare and the other was covered in nylon. She pumped him again and again between her soles. My view came in and out and I certainly wished that was me. Her feet were doing all kinds of manipulations over his swollen cock. Minutes went by and then he finally spurted several ropes over her feet. I wished I was on the other side because after he erupted, she took each foot to her mouth and licked them clean. Watching my girlfriend do this drove me wild. I was rock hard and needed some relief soon. I just couldn't back away as act number two was soon to get under way. Watching my mom ride his big member would be a permanent image for future self sessions. It was then that the night was about to come to an end. Roger's cell phone rang and a minute later he was putting his pants back on and getting ready to leave. I couldn't hear what was going on, but I could see that my mom wasn't happy about it. He soon was going and I made my way back to the room and finish myself off.
The site of her pretty feet being kissed and giving a footjob was too much to handle. I quickly shot off and I was probably done before his car left the driveway. I stayed in my room the rest of the evening and around ten I heard mom go by my room and go to bed. I now was really wondering who this guy was. I guess the reason she never said anything about him was that he was probably married. That certainly would explain the quick exit after the cell call. I decided not to push the issue with her unless she feels like opening up and spilling the beans to me. After all, I didn't want my guest visa to be rejected.
Saturday morning came and when I awoke, thoughts of the night before filled my brain. I had never really thought of my mom as a sexual being, but last night certainly opened things up. Being around her without a hard on will be a chore. At least today will go ok since its Saturday.
The smell of wafting bacon filled my nostrils. I guess last night's disappointment didn't stop my mom from getting up and making breakfast. I threw on my Saturday loungewear and made my way to the kitchen. My eyes got large as I glanced over to see my mom wearing nude pantyhose with a bathrobe and fuzzy slippers. She sensed my appearance, turned around and smiled.
"Good morning sweetheart, breakfast is almost ready."
I sat down at the table and continued checking her out as she finished with the scrambled eggs. My sudden arousal got the best of me and without thinking,
I asked; "Pantyhose on a Saturday? You goin' into work today?"
She answered while making the eggs; "No, just wanted to feel sexy this morning......last night's date was a little disappointing."
I sat there wondering why I just asked this out of the blue. Also, what was she thinking, since I obviously took notice of the fact that she was wearing pantyhose with her bathrobe. Mom scooped the eggs onto two plates, placed them at the table and stood next to me. She ran one hand through my hair and the other took hold of the robe, opening it up to my view.
She spoke seductively, "For your information, I'm not wearing pantyhose.....see?"
