1. Aunties Stockings & Mom`s Pantyhose


    Date: 5/20/2017, Categories: Fetish, Mature, Taboo, Author: tightshose, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    the way I had envisioned. I stared at the photo of my Mom, covered in my white goo, and wondered if there was any way to make such a fantasy a reality. At the time it was just a silly adolescent fantasy, yet a domino of revelations, coincidences and long held secrets would soon change the odds of making that fantasy a reality. 4. The third revelation...Mom knows my fetish Mom and I were at Hooters (yep Mom took me to Hooters) for supper (they do have amazing wings jsut for the record) it was then that I learned Mom knew one of my secrets. I was checking out a hot brunette waitress, her mocha pantyhose legs seeming to literally shimmer as she moved (Hooter girl pantyhose really are the hottest color in the universe. They are shiny and sexy...and I imagined, though I had never touched them silky) when Mom joked, "You are just like your father." "So I have been told," I sighed, hating getting compared to him. "No, no, no, not in looks, although you definitely are sexy like him, but you have the same strange fetish," Mom said. I couldn't get past the reality that Mom had called me sexy, even as I adjusted my stiff cock under the table. "What are you talking about?" I asked, as I glanced again at the waitress's shiny legs...literally unable to resist the magnetic pull of the nylon. "You are a legs man," she said. I shrugged thinking the same words I said, "Who isn't?" "99 percent of the male population," she laughed. "At least that is my experience." "Really?" I asked, thinking ...
    there was nothing hotter than a woman in nylon. "Are you really that obtuse," Mom joked. "Do you have any idea how many men stare at these?" She questioned pointing to her own huge breasts as well as waving her hands around the restaurant. "Oh," I said, realizing she was talking about breasts, particularly her breasts which had me looking directly at them inside her sweater, to just see the canyon that hinted at so much more. "We are at a restaurant called Hooters," Mom said. "Is there a restaurant called 'Legs'?" "There should be," I said. "Actually it's a great entrepreneurial idea." "Or one called Pantyhose," Mom smiled. "W-w-what?" I stammered. "Oh honey, you don't remotely conceal your nylon fetish," Mom laughed. "I don't?" I asked, overwhelmed by Mom's sudden frankness. "Your father had the exact same fetish," Mom explained. "He particularly had a fetish for toes in nylons." To make the point, she slipped out of her heels and wiggled her nylon-clad red toes. "I-I-I don't," I lied, the stammering betraying my lie. "It's okay, honey," Mom said, sadly slipping her feet back into her heels. "Everyone has a few quirky kinks." Before I even had time to think what I was saying, I blurted out, dying to know, "What's yours?" Just then the waitress arrived with our wings and Mom expertly shifted our conversation to more conservative normal topics like college. My cock never shrunk, my head replaying the strange conversation over and over and over again throughout the meal even as I ...
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