Mom's Sexy Nylon Feet
Author :- mross2004
The fascination with My mother's feet started when I was 18.
As long as I can remember, she went barefoot from summer time to fall.
And Pantyhose from fall to summer. One day She arrived home from work.
She liked to have a some wine after a long day at work. As I approached her with wine she was set deep into the couch, eyes closed, feet up on an ottoman. "Here mom."
She took the glass with red nail polished fingers, and took a deep gulp. Sighing afterwards. "A glass of wine, then a nice hot bath. That's what I need." "You and your baths," I laughed.
Tell me all about the drama." She nodded, eyes still closed, and stretched fully into the couch. Head and shoulders pressed back, toes pointed forward, black skirt drawing midway up her sexy tan nylon thighs, wine glass never moving. As if her wrist had a perfect gyroscope that refused to even tilt the glass. I came back in to the mirthful call from my mom, "Oh, waiter boy!"
I smiled, "Yes mom?"
"It seems someone drank all my wine," she shook the empty glass at me.
"Oh no," I said and grabbed the glass, "let's hope there's more."
"I'm sure you can find some," she winked and then settled back into the cushions.
Another trip to the kitchen. I was the official bartender tonight. "So," I asked as I handed her a now full glass of wine, "how was your day?" "Bleh," she said, tongue flicking out, "horrible. They had me running ragged." While she spoke animately between sips of wine, she used her other hand to rub her nylon covered foot. Wine arm bent on the arm of the couch, leaned forward, cleavage pressed together, one hand caressing and kneading her foot. She switched from foot to foot, bending back her toes so her smooth prominent arch screamed at me. Pushing her red toes forward to rub her heel. Fingers twirling around candied toes.
I stared at the spectacle, taking in each moment. I would like to say it was the beer, but watching her massage her feet and legs had always been something I did. There was something sensual about the whole thing, even if she was alternating between speaking and drinking. I sat there for awhile, hot and hardened. The polyester of my shorts caressing my bulge.
"Excuse me?" she said breaking my eyes from her feet. "Did you go somewhere?"
"Oh," heat blossomed across my face, "sorry mom. I was lost in my thoughts but what she did not know I was wanting to massage her sexy nylon feet. She nodded as if accepting the answer, "Well," she shook the now empty glass at me. "Mommy needs another."
I was hard, knee up to hide it, blushing like I hadn't since I was sixteen. "Um... okay?" You know that awkward boner walk where you're trying to hide something that definitely can't be hidden? Yeah... that's what I did. Hips pointed away from her, butt tucked up, cock angled down, I sidestepped over to take the glass and scurried into the kitchen. Was it my imagination or did she look down and smile? She had to have seen it, right?
Before filling up her wine glass I headed to the bathroom to get my composure and allow my erection to diminish. "What is wrong with you?" I whispered to myself. "That is your mom. Plus, you've never been into feet!" Tits, ass, hair, lips, neck, legs, and everything else except feet. "Except your mom's." I wrangled with the discovery of a new kink, pissed when I stopped chubbing, and went to resume my bartender role.
"Here mom," I said, composure once again within my grip.
She smiled, eyes looking up behind eyelashes, "Thanks, baby." Her smooth as satin hand cupped mine and held it there. "Do mommy a favor?"
The heat from her hand was at once in tandem with my groin and hand. As if it were two binary stars orbiting each other. "Anything," I said barely able to catch a full breath.
She lifted her leg, skirt riding further up, and pointed her toes at me. A perfect ninety degree angle from toe to hip. "Will you rub my feet? I just don't have enough strength."
From budgeoning heat to full on erection. Her poise, her words, her toes, they all colluded to drive me to the brink of horniness. It was as if the one present I had waited every Christmas for was finally at my door. "Y-yes mom," I stammered. She took the glass fully from my hand, and I dropped to my knees with a desire I had never known I had.
"Get this one first," she held out her right foot, inches from my face, and my hands rushed toward it with fervor. She giggled like a woman half her age, "Calm down now. Be gentle with mommy's feet. Can you do that?"
"Yes mom," I said and took a deep breath, faint with a hint of her perfume. I started slowly, sliding my hand down the top of her nylon covered foot, my other slowly caressing from heel to toes. She moaned and my cock pulsed. I took each toe between finger and thumb, gently bent them, twirled my fingers around them, and spread them. I used my thumb along the deep set of her arch. "Just like that," she murmured breathily, "good boy."
I felt on the verge of busting in my shorts like an unexpected exclamation point. I leaned in closer, my erection pressed hard against the ottoman. Her toes were bending back and forth inches from my mouth. My hot breath came in ragged waves. She had to have felt the heat.
"Now," she said and pulled her foot back, "this one next, son." She extended the other foot to me, bending the previous one so her skirt spread out, black nylon panties barely visible. I pressed my erection deeper into the ottoman and grabbed the new foot with both hands. I rubbed the joint under her big toe, she moaned, I wanted to groan. I ran my thumb along the underside of her toes and she clenched them around my finger, red nails bent.
I chanced a glance up, her eyes were closed, head back, wine leant haphazardly along the arm of the couch. My eyes trailed down her smooth pale neck framed by brown curls. A button had come undone on her blouse and the full mass of her cleavage was in view. Her hips were slightly arched now, legs spread wide, her empty hand rested on her thigh, fingers curled under the hem of her skirt. Her smooth, thick thighs ran into a gentle curve of calf, down to a beautiful foot.
I was entranced by the five red haired sirens before me. My mouth was open and dry. Arid from repeated hot breaths as her toes twinkled inches away from my lips. The shows and stories have it all wrong, you don't salivate, your mouth goes dry, and all you can think about is getting some liquid. I didn't dare take a sip, too afraid the can would make my hand cold and she'd tell me to stop. Instead, my mouth grew drier and my lips drew nearer her toes. My hands, gently caressed every inch of her beautiful foot, and my eyes stared unneringly into the Red of her nails.
"Go ahead," she said and broke my trance.
I looked up like a kid who had gotten caught looking at nudey magazines. "What?!" I was loud.
She was quiet, "Go ahead. You know you want to." She lifted her foot up the last few inches until her toes almost touched my lips. "Kiss mommy's toes." I looked into her eyes with hopeful disbelief, and she just smiled and nodded. "Go ahead."
Ever so gently, my lips touched her toes, my eyes locked on hers. Her smile widened and she whispered, "Good boy. Now don't forget the rest." I kissed each toe, risking a bit of tongue on the pinky toe. She moaned, and I instinctively humped the ottoman. With that moan I became more brazen, openly licking each toe before kissing it. My hands drifted to her ankle, her big toe entered fully into my mouth and I sucked. "Mmmm," she moaned, "just like that."
I licked along the arch of her foot, my hands creeping further up her calf. I looked up, her head was back, wine forgotten on the table, one hand gripping the seam of her blouse as another button came undone. Her skirt was fully hiked up now, legs spread wide to display a pair of panties so thin I could see hairs curled along it. Her other hand trailed back and forth along her inner thigh. I humped the ottoman again.
I trailed my tongue from heel to toe then took all of her toes into my mouth at once. She moaned, "Good boy." Her hand slid into her blouse and cupped one of her breasts, the other hand having finally made it to the fork of her vagina, fingers slowly circling. I slid my free hand down to my own excitement and squeezed my cock. I groaned, she moaned. I licked and pumped, while she groped and twirled.
Her hands sped up and I sucked harder, pumping harder. She moaned, "Such a good boy for mommy." I wanted to bust right then but I stopped myself and took my hand away from my cock. Instead, I grabbed her other foot and pulled it forward enough that I could get to it, but her legs would still be spread. I kissed down her arches to her ankles, then pulled, bringing her closer. My lips left wet trails along her calves, and still I pulled with hunger. Soon enough her thighs were there, she was moaning. I didn't have to pull any longer, she scooted forward.
Her pantyhose crotch was soaking wet as my lips pressed against them. She grabbed the back of my head and moaned, "Yes, son, just like that." My cock was beyond hard at this point as I buried it against the ottoman. Her hips rocked back and forth across my face. It was somewhere between being smothered and having the purest oxygen known to creation. Hair and fabric rubbed against my face and I loved it. She gripped the back of my head hard and tried to shove every bit of me into her groin.
Her thighs clenched my cheeks and she humped my face all the while moaning, "Yes son, yes, just like that. Be a good boy for mommy." I merely had to hold my mouth open and my tongue out as she did all the work. The rough frantic humps and moans reaching a crescendo as she called out loudly, "Gooood booooy!" Her entire body clenched around me, trying to crush my head. Then, in one last moan, she collapsed back into the couch, with a muffled, "Good boy..."
I stood, shaking, as I took in the site of her. Somehow her blouse had come open all the way, veiny c-cup tits hanging out the top of her black bra. Her bun had come completely undone, and her skirt was folded up to her belly button. I stared at her, a vision of contentment, as my own cock cried out for release. The front of my shorts already wet with precum.
Through half lidded eyes she stared at me smiling with contentment. "Now," she said and both of her hands cupped her tits, "your turn?"
"Yes mommy, please." I was shaking like a volcano, plates ruptured, magma convulsing. Hair trigger would be an understatement.
She lifted her nylon foot and pinched her nipples, "Do you want to come for mommy." She stretched her toes out and pressed them against my cock. And I pump my cock a couple of times. Before I joined her on the couch And kissed her on the lips. We made out on the couch for about ten minutes, but my shorts was constricting me too much. She whispered in my ear, "I'd like to show you my bedroom." I removed my shirt as we walked to her room. I couldn't take my hands off of her skirt.
We stood near her bed and embraced. I ran my hands over her ass as we kissed. "Okay," she said, "whatever happens tonight is a one-time isolated event that we will put behind us and hopefully we won't need more therapy."
"Got it." I said with my cock prodding her.
She kissed me quick on the lips and took my shorts off. She led me to the bed in just my boxers and sat me down. She kneeled down and pulled my cock out. "I can't believe I'm doing this." She sighed as she caressed my cock. "I've been thinking about sucking cock for months."
She took my cock in her mouth and sucked with abandon. Her right hand stroked my hard cock as her mouth moved up and down. I just looked down and caressed her silky back as her head bobbed up and down. The bow on her ass looked like it was my present. I couldn't hold it in very long and came hard in her mouth. She swallowed my come and kissed my nipples when she was done.
"Wow," I said. "That was fantastic, mom." I stood up on my weak legs and said, "Now, let's get this blouse and skirt off of you."
I undid the fastener to her black bra. I laid her on the bed and took her skirt off. She looked great with her black panties and tan brown stocking. I started by kissing her nipples while I rubbed my limp cock on her panties. They were so silky and soft against my cock. She moaned while I played with her tits.
"Oh, Son, that feels sooo gooood," she said. "Oh, it's been too long."
I kept kissing her as I moved down her stomach and kissed her pussy through the panties. I turned around so my knees were near her head and she started stroking my cock and ass.
I pulled her panties down just enough to let me get my head inside and kiss her pussy. Her lips were full and hairy, but I ran my tongue along them front to back. She moaned and squeezed my ass cheek with one hand. Her other hand reached down and caressed my head in her panties. I didn't need much encouragement as I started lapping away. As I ate her, she licked her forefinger and started teasing my asshole. I was shocked that my mom was so experienced, but it was such a turn-on, I wasn't about to stop her.
I popped my head out of her panties and pulled them off of her. She was just dressed in her tan stockings as she lay on top of her silky skirt. She popped her finger out of my ass and I turned around. With a smooth, slow motion, I entered her pussy. She moaned, "Oh, yeah. Fuck me now. Fuck your mother."
I didn't need to hear it twice. I started pumping faster and faster and she kept up with my pace. Her tits jiggled around on top of her chest as she huffed, "oh, faster, Scott, fuck me hard, oh, your cock is huge, fuck your mother." Suddenly she became quiet for a moment and a she yelled, "You're going to make me come." Her body quivered and her hands scratched all over my back. I came as she squeezed my ass and pulled me into her.
We lay entwined for at least ten minutes before we looked each other in the face. It was a little awkward as we faced the reality of what we had just done. I spoke first with my now limp cock inside her, "Mom, I love you. I love you as a mother and as a woman. I hope we can be happy about what we have just enjoyed together."
She smiled and said, "Scott, I love you too. You have helped me in ways you will never understand. I am happy about what we just did and I hope you're getting ready for more because I'm not letting you out of my sight this weekend."
We cleared the bed and went to sleep together. It was incredible to spoon with my naked mother as we went to sleep. The rest of the weekend was quite eventful as explored each other's sexuality.
The End...
The fascination with My mother's feet started when I was 18.
As long as I can remember, she went barefoot from summer time to fall.
And Pantyhose from fall to summer. One day She arrived home from work.
She liked to have a some wine after a long day at work. As I approached her with wine she was set deep into the couch, eyes closed, feet up on an ottoman. "Here mom."
She took the glass with red nail polished fingers, and took a deep gulp. Sighing afterwards. "A glass of wine, then a nice hot bath. That's what I need." "You and your baths," I laughed.
Tell me all about the drama." She nodded, eyes still closed, and stretched fully into the couch. Head and shoulders pressed back, toes pointed forward, black skirt drawing midway up her sexy tan nylon thighs, wine glass never moving. As if her wrist had a perfect gyroscope that refused to even tilt the glass. I came back in to the mirthful call from my mom, "Oh, waiter boy!"
I smiled, "Yes mom?"
"It seems someone drank all my wine," she shook the empty glass at me.
"Oh no," I said and grabbed the glass, "let's hope there's more."
"I'm sure you can find some," she winked and then settled back into the cushions.
Another trip to the kitchen. I was the official bartender tonight. "So," I asked as I handed her a now full glass of wine, "how was your day?" "Bleh," she said, tongue flicking out, "horrible. They had me running ragged." While she spoke animately between sips of wine, she used her other hand to rub her nylon covered foot. Wine arm bent on the arm of the couch, leaned forward, cleavage pressed together, one hand caressing and kneading her foot. She switched from foot to foot, bending back her toes so her smooth prominent arch screamed at me. Pushing her red toes forward to rub her heel. Fingers twirling around candied toes.
I stared at the spectacle, taking in each moment. I would like to say it was the beer, but watching her massage her feet and legs had always been something I did. There was something sensual about the whole thing, even if she was alternating between speaking and drinking. I sat there for awhile, hot and hardened. The polyester of my shorts caressing my bulge.
"Excuse me?" she said breaking my eyes from her feet. "Did you go somewhere?"
"Oh," heat blossomed across my face, "sorry mom. I was lost in my thoughts but what she did not know I was wanting to massage her sexy nylon feet. She nodded as if accepting the answer, "Well," she shook the now empty glass at me. "Mommy needs another."
I was hard, knee up to hide it, blushing like I hadn't since I was sixteen. "Um... okay?" You know that awkward boner walk where you're trying to hide something that definitely can't be hidden? Yeah... that's what I did. Hips pointed away from her, butt tucked up, cock angled down, I sidestepped over to take the glass and scurried into the kitchen. Was it my imagination or did she look down and smile? She had to have seen it, right?
Before filling up her wine glass I headed to the bathroom to get my composure and allow my erection to diminish. "What is wrong with you?" I whispered to myself. "That is your mom. Plus, you've never been into feet!" Tits, ass, hair, lips, neck, legs, and everything else except feet. "Except your mom's." I wrangled with the discovery of a new kink, pissed when I stopped chubbing, and went to resume my bartender role.
"Here mom," I said, composure once again within my grip.
She smiled, eyes looking up behind eyelashes, "Thanks, baby." Her smooth as satin hand cupped mine and held it there. "Do mommy a favor?"
The heat from her hand was at once in tandem with my groin and hand. As if it were two binary stars orbiting each other. "Anything," I said barely able to catch a full breath.
She lifted her leg, skirt riding further up, and pointed her toes at me. A perfect ninety degree angle from toe to hip. "Will you rub my feet? I just don't have enough strength."
From budgeoning heat to full on erection. Her poise, her words, her toes, they all colluded to drive me to the brink of horniness. It was as if the one present I had waited every Christmas for was finally at my door. "Y-yes mom," I stammered. She took the glass fully from my hand, and I dropped to my knees with a desire I had never known I had.
"Get this one first," she held out her right foot, inches from my face, and my hands rushed toward it with fervor. She giggled like a woman half her age, "Calm down now. Be gentle with mommy's feet. Can you do that?"
"Yes mom," I said and took a deep breath, faint with a hint of her perfume. I started slowly, sliding my hand down the top of her nylon covered foot, my other slowly caressing from heel to toes. She moaned and my cock pulsed. I took each toe between finger and thumb, gently bent them, twirled my fingers around them, and spread them. I used my thumb along the deep set of her arch. "Just like that," she murmured breathily, "good boy."
I felt on the verge of busting in my shorts like an unexpected exclamation point. I leaned in closer, my erection pressed hard against the ottoman. Her toes were bending back and forth inches from my mouth. My hot breath came in ragged waves. She had to have felt the heat.
"Now," she said and pulled her foot back, "this one next, son." She extended the other foot to me, bending the previous one so her skirt spread out, black nylon panties barely visible. I pressed my erection deeper into the ottoman and grabbed the new foot with both hands. I rubbed the joint under her big toe, she moaned, I wanted to groan. I ran my thumb along the underside of her toes and she clenched them around my finger, red nails bent.
I chanced a glance up, her eyes were closed, head back, wine leant haphazardly along the arm of the couch. My eyes trailed down her smooth pale neck framed by brown curls. A button had come undone on her blouse and the full mass of her cleavage was in view. Her hips were slightly arched now, legs spread wide, her empty hand rested on her thigh, fingers curled under the hem of her skirt. Her smooth, thick thighs ran into a gentle curve of calf, down to a beautiful foot.
I was entranced by the five red haired sirens before me. My mouth was open and dry. Arid from repeated hot breaths as her toes twinkled inches away from my lips. The shows and stories have it all wrong, you don't salivate, your mouth goes dry, and all you can think about is getting some liquid. I didn't dare take a sip, too afraid the can would make my hand cold and she'd tell me to stop. Instead, my mouth grew drier and my lips drew nearer her toes. My hands, gently caressed every inch of her beautiful foot, and my eyes stared unneringly into the Red of her nails.
"Go ahead," she said and broke my trance.
I looked up like a kid who had gotten caught looking at nudey magazines. "What?!" I was loud.
She was quiet, "Go ahead. You know you want to." She lifted her foot up the last few inches until her toes almost touched my lips. "Kiss mommy's toes." I looked into her eyes with hopeful disbelief, and she just smiled and nodded. "Go ahead."
Ever so gently, my lips touched her toes, my eyes locked on hers. Her smile widened and she whispered, "Good boy. Now don't forget the rest." I kissed each toe, risking a bit of tongue on the pinky toe. She moaned, and I instinctively humped the ottoman. With that moan I became more brazen, openly licking each toe before kissing it. My hands drifted to her ankle, her big toe entered fully into my mouth and I sucked. "Mmmm," she moaned, "just like that."
I licked along the arch of her foot, my hands creeping further up her calf. I looked up, her head was back, wine forgotten on the table, one hand gripping the seam of her blouse as another button came undone. Her skirt was fully hiked up now, legs spread wide to display a pair of panties so thin I could see hairs curled along it. Her other hand trailed back and forth along her inner thigh. I humped the ottoman again.
I trailed my tongue from heel to toe then took all of her toes into my mouth at once. She moaned, "Good boy." Her hand slid into her blouse and cupped one of her breasts, the other hand having finally made it to the fork of her vagina, fingers slowly circling. I slid my free hand down to my own excitement and squeezed my cock. I groaned, she moaned. I licked and pumped, while she groped and twirled.
Her hands sped up and I sucked harder, pumping harder. She moaned, "Such a good boy for mommy." I wanted to bust right then but I stopped myself and took my hand away from my cock. Instead, I grabbed her other foot and pulled it forward enough that I could get to it, but her legs would still be spread. I kissed down her arches to her ankles, then pulled, bringing her closer. My lips left wet trails along her calves, and still I pulled with hunger. Soon enough her thighs were there, she was moaning. I didn't have to pull any longer, she scooted forward.
Her pantyhose crotch was soaking wet as my lips pressed against them. She grabbed the back of my head and moaned, "Yes, son, just like that." My cock was beyond hard at this point as I buried it against the ottoman. Her hips rocked back and forth across my face. It was somewhere between being smothered and having the purest oxygen known to creation. Hair and fabric rubbed against my face and I loved it. She gripped the back of my head hard and tried to shove every bit of me into her groin.
Her thighs clenched my cheeks and she humped my face all the while moaning, "Yes son, yes, just like that. Be a good boy for mommy." I merely had to hold my mouth open and my tongue out as she did all the work. The rough frantic humps and moans reaching a crescendo as she called out loudly, "Gooood booooy!" Her entire body clenched around me, trying to crush my head. Then, in one last moan, she collapsed back into the couch, with a muffled, "Good boy..."
I stood, shaking, as I took in the site of her. Somehow her blouse had come open all the way, veiny c-cup tits hanging out the top of her black bra. Her bun had come completely undone, and her skirt was folded up to her belly button. I stared at her, a vision of contentment, as my own cock cried out for release. The front of my shorts already wet with precum.
Through half lidded eyes she stared at me smiling with contentment. "Now," she said and both of her hands cupped her tits, "your turn?"
"Yes mommy, please." I was shaking like a volcano, plates ruptured, magma convulsing. Hair trigger would be an understatement.
She lifted her nylon foot and pinched her nipples, "Do you want to come for mommy." She stretched her toes out and pressed them against my cock. And I pump my cock a couple of times. Before I joined her on the couch And kissed her on the lips. We made out on the couch for about ten minutes, but my shorts was constricting me too much. She whispered in my ear, "I'd like to show you my bedroom." I removed my shirt as we walked to her room. I couldn't take my hands off of her skirt.
We stood near her bed and embraced. I ran my hands over her ass as we kissed. "Okay," she said, "whatever happens tonight is a one-time isolated event that we will put behind us and hopefully we won't need more therapy."
"Got it." I said with my cock prodding her.
She kissed me quick on the lips and took my shorts off. She led me to the bed in just my boxers and sat me down. She kneeled down and pulled my cock out. "I can't believe I'm doing this." She sighed as she caressed my cock. "I've been thinking about sucking cock for months."
She took my cock in her mouth and sucked with abandon. Her right hand stroked my hard cock as her mouth moved up and down. I just looked down and caressed her silky back as her head bobbed up and down. The bow on her ass looked like it was my present. I couldn't hold it in very long and came hard in her mouth. She swallowed my come and kissed my nipples when she was done.
"Wow," I said. "That was fantastic, mom." I stood up on my weak legs and said, "Now, let's get this blouse and skirt off of you."
I undid the fastener to her black bra. I laid her on the bed and took her skirt off. She looked great with her black panties and tan brown stocking. I started by kissing her nipples while I rubbed my limp cock on her panties. They were so silky and soft against my cock. She moaned while I played with her tits.
"Oh, Son, that feels sooo gooood," she said. "Oh, it's been too long."
I kept kissing her as I moved down her stomach and kissed her pussy through the panties. I turned around so my knees were near her head and she started stroking my cock and ass.
I pulled her panties down just enough to let me get my head inside and kiss her pussy. Her lips were full and hairy, but I ran my tongue along them front to back. She moaned and squeezed my ass cheek with one hand. Her other hand reached down and caressed my head in her panties. I didn't need much encouragement as I started lapping away. As I ate her, she licked her forefinger and started teasing my asshole. I was shocked that my mom was so experienced, but it was such a turn-on, I wasn't about to stop her.
I popped my head out of her panties and pulled them off of her. She was just dressed in her tan stockings as she lay on top of her silky skirt. She popped her finger out of my ass and I turned around. With a smooth, slow motion, I entered her pussy. She moaned, "Oh, yeah. Fuck me now. Fuck your mother."
I didn't need to hear it twice. I started pumping faster and faster and she kept up with my pace. Her tits jiggled around on top of her chest as she huffed, "oh, faster, Scott, fuck me hard, oh, your cock is huge, fuck your mother." Suddenly she became quiet for a moment and a she yelled, "You're going to make me come." Her body quivered and her hands scratched all over my back. I came as she squeezed my ass and pulled me into her.
We lay entwined for at least ten minutes before we looked each other in the face. It was a little awkward as we faced the reality of what we had just done. I spoke first with my now limp cock inside her, "Mom, I love you. I love you as a mother and as a woman. I hope we can be happy about what we have just enjoyed together."
She smiled and said, "Scott, I love you too. You have helped me in ways you will never understand. I am happy about what we just did and I hope you're getting ready for more because I'm not letting you out of my sight this weekend."
We cleared the bed and went to sleep together. It was incredible to spoon with my naked mother as we went to sleep. The rest of the weekend was quite eventful as explored each other's sexuality.
The End...
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