My Mom by Jim Stanley
My Mom
By
Jim Stanley
This is my story. Sex has always been a vital part of my life. Cataloguing my sexuality, therefore, is important in understanding the sexual fantasies and drives that occupy my mind as a 50 year old adult.
I grew up with my aunt and my mom. It was the mid-1970s and they both worked at the same firm. Their everyday attire consisted of skirts and dresses as well as panty hose. My aunt was a heavy-set, red-headed woman with large breasts. Viewing her frontally, her cleavage dominated. From there, it was easy to fantasize the dominant almond areoles surrounding the nipples. In my fantasy world, I imagined sucking those nipples in the dim light of the bedroom with utter delight. My mom, on the other hand, was a brunette. Her large breasts dominated as well. But they sagged noticeably, a result of an extended period of breast feeding. I suckled at her breast way beyond two years.
My first experience with Mom dated back to when I was in the second grade. I can remember her drinking heavily at the end of a long day at work. In these moments, she would lay on her bed with only a bra and pantyhose. I was 8 years old, at the time, coming into my own, sexually, intrigued by the hidden parts of the human body. Her drinking heavily allowed me to leisurely observe her in her partial nudity. Since I already had experienced orgasms, my cock responded to these intimate body parts with passion and excitement. My cock leaked heavily with the juices emanating from my agitated prostate at these times, inevitably leading to a forceful and passionate orgasm.
Since these were recurring events, I began to assume that she was asleep and, usually, crawled on the bed and cuddled up to her. It was at this same time that she unlatched her bra and asked me if I thought there was any more milk in her breast. Startled by her question and still somewhat naïve about sex, I mumbled incoherently that I didn't know. With that, she pulled my head to her breast and encouraged me suck on one. She moaned as I sucked, attesting to the sensual excitement of this sexual encounter and, excited by this new feeling of excitement in my groin, I continued sucking until my aunt walked in, scolding my mother, ultimately putting me to bed. This would all change later.
As I moved into adolescence, new intimate relationships began to develop. Foot massages became a ritual almost every night. It began simply. When they got home from work, Mom would ask me to massage her feet. Soon after that, my aunt requested the same. The massages developed into a ritual, both my aunt and my mother sitting on either side of me on the couch, both clothed in dresses and brown pantyhose. Another pattern emerged. As I massaged their feet while they watched TV, my aunt's foot would rest on my crotch while I massaged my Mom. I came to identify these intimate moments by the musky smell of their feet, encased in the pantyhose. Heat and dampness accented the odors and elevated the sexuality of the moment to new heights. My cock inevitably rose to the occasion, and I took time to enjoy the pulsations of my hard cock. The tension became even greater as my aunt dozed. Her napping brought on new desires, opening to a will to experiment further. As she slept, I maneuvered my hips slightly to allow my throbbing hot cock to touch her foot. At this, I felt the surge of hot cum spurt from my hot cock into my already wet pajamas.
Soon after, both woke from their naps and went to bed. This was time for further exploration, the musky odor of their pantyhose still embedded in my sense memory. To wit, I snuck into my aunt's room, found her pantyhose and sniffed. The seminal thoughts of sex with her began at this time. That fantasy grew each day. My youth and naivete took over, however. I postponed the fulfillment of that fantasy to another day and went to bed.
It was soon after the rituals with my aunt and mother began that a new relationship developed with an older man who lived across the street. I often rode my bike to school and to the corner store to get candy and eats. Occasionally, we would meet and engage in general conversations about the weather or school, things of little or no consequence. I knew very little of this man. I knew that he was in his early 50’s; I knew that he lived with his sister and his sister’s boyfriend. But on this particular day, the conversation changed. Instead of the ordinary pleasantries that we engage in, he inquired about my Mom and aunt. He asked how they were doing. There was nothing of a prurient nature in his questioning. But in that short interim, I picked up a Playboy magazine that was stacked in the garage and paged through it, noting, in particular, one photo of a woman in nylons. Quick on the uptake, he asked if I liked nylons.
“Yes,” I said, adding, “I often massage my aunt and Mom’s nyloned feet after they come from work.”
With that, he moved close to me, his voice strangely guttural, saying, “I’m going tuck your shirt in.”
Unbuckling my belt, his hands moved gently toward my crotch, massaging my cock and balls tenderly, asking, “Like that?”
My body shook with excitement, feeling his warm hands tenderly rubbing my now hard cock.
I stuttered a weak, “Yes,” to which he replied, “Follow me.”
He shut the garage door and led me to his sister’s room where lay a mesh bag of his sister’s pantyhose. Pulling them out, he had me smell them and feel them, noting, “Smell the crotch. That’s where her cunt and asshole rub.”
It all came together for me at that moment, the focal point of my fascination of the pantyhose, their cunts and assholes. My cock reacted ecstatically over this new revelation, pulsing rapidly and forcefully, crying out for resolution.
He dropped his pants, revealing his naked body and hot pulsing cock. His strong hands lay me on her bed, stripped me naked, sliding a brown pair of pantyhose on his throbbing cock, adding, “Feel it. Now smell my hot cock through the pantyhose and suck it.”
My passion rose to new heights. I succumbed completely to his will as he placed another pair of smelly pantyhose over my face and cried, “Pretend I’m your Mom and aunt. Smell and suck their pantyhose as you come in my mouth,” at the same time enveloping his hot mouth around my hot and throbbing cock and balls.
My whole body trembled as his tongue swirled around my cockhead, my stomach cramping, my muscles tightening, my whole being screaming to an orgasm of epic proportions, my first, “Oh! God! Take it, take me. I’m yours.”
His lovemaking continued, sucking every last drop of my hot cum from my balls and cock. But there was more. Naked, he lay atop my hot and sweating body and massaged my cock and balls with his hard and throbbing cock, screaming his hot cum onto my crotch, “Take it sweetheart. Take it! Take it all!”
We rested for a few moments and parted with this loving admonition, “Next time you come over, bring a pair of your Moms or Aunties pantyhose.”
Returning home, my body still craved more. Since my Mom and Aunt had not returned from work, I went to their bedrooms, retrieved their pantyhose and lay on my bed naked, aching for still another session of ecstatic sex and masturbated in them.
The episodes of sexuality continued as before. But there were outstanding ones that live on in my fantasy memory. It must have
been a Friday night. On weekends, they drank a lot, often drinking themselves into oblivion. These were moments I cherished the most. Drinking often led to a lowering of inhibitions and that was when I could take advantage. This was one night that led nowhere, as they were too busy laughing and getting drunk.
Later on in the evening, however, my aunt went to bed. Seeing that my mother stayed awake, I asked, “Do you want your feet rubbed while you watch TV?”
With that, she placed both feet on my lap. Since it was warm that evening, I wore only my pajama bottoms. She drank quite a bit as I massaged, and the alcohol began to take effect. I continued massaging her feet gently, lifting my knee so that her foot touched my nose, enabling me to smell her foot while her other foot rested on the opening of my pajamas where her warm foot rubbed against my hard cock. The warmth of her lovely foot drove me to a new ecstasy, allowing me to fantasize my naked body enmeshed with her naked body, loving her into oblivion.
As luck would have it, she woke and went to her bedroom, apologizing, “Hon, I’m going to lay down.”
I waited, perhaps a half hour, and turned off the TV. I looked in on her and, as I hoped, she lay on her belly, wearing just her pantyhose and blouse. I tiptoed to the edge of the bed, knelt beside it and deliriously smelled her sensual feet. I was in ecstasy, maneuvering her feet together, to create a larger field of sensuality. Her snoring grew louder and my will to love and adore her became more brazen. I stripped naked, crept onto the bed, my face and nose, inches from her voluptuous ass. I could not stop here. I knelt over her and massaged her body with my nakedness, my cock and balls rubbing against her feet and legs. My lust went further. I pumped my hot, hard, dripping cock into the crevice between the soles of her feet, relishing the warmth provided by the cottony and soft pantyhose. My cock spasmed and stood at the edge of a throbbing orgasm. Fearing soiling her pantyhose, instead, I crawled into bed next to her warm and sensuous body. Passion getting the best of me, I wanted more. I wanted her hand to move gently and lovingly over my cock, culminating in a screaming orgasm of love. I wanted her to help. At one point, she rolled over to me, spooning my naked body, her right hand resting on my naked hip. My heart pounded in beat with my hard cock as I lay next to her sensuous and voluptuous body, fearing she could hear the beats as they resounded in this orgasmic mind set.
I deftly rolled over on my back, my hard cock in full salute, and gently moved her hand onto my throbbing cock. I could no longer control my passion. My hot, dripping, throbbing cock exploded onto my belly, reaching far up my chest to my face and mouth, where I tasted and luxuriated in this pageant of love. I quietly slid from the bed, returned to my room and slept at peace with the world.
By
Jim Stanley
This is my story. Sex has always been a vital part of my life. Cataloguing my sexuality, therefore, is important in understanding the sexual fantasies and drives that occupy my mind as a 50 year old adult.
I grew up with my aunt and my mom. It was the mid-1970s and they both worked at the same firm. Their everyday attire consisted of skirts and dresses as well as panty hose. My aunt was a heavy-set, red-headed woman with large breasts. Viewing her frontally, her cleavage dominated. From there, it was easy to fantasize the dominant almond areoles surrounding the nipples. In my fantasy world, I imagined sucking those nipples in the dim light of the bedroom with utter delight. My mom, on the other hand, was a brunette. Her large breasts dominated as well. But they sagged noticeably, a result of an extended period of breast feeding. I suckled at her breast way beyond two years.
My first experience with Mom dated back to when I was in the second grade. I can remember her drinking heavily at the end of a long day at work. In these moments, she would lay on her bed with only a bra and pantyhose. I was 8 years old, at the time, coming into my own, sexually, intrigued by the hidden parts of the human body. Her drinking heavily allowed me to leisurely observe her in her partial nudity. Since I already had experienced orgasms, my cock responded to these intimate body parts with passion and excitement. My cock leaked heavily with the juices emanating from my agitated prostate at these times, inevitably leading to a forceful and passionate orgasm.
Since these were recurring events, I began to assume that she was asleep and, usually, crawled on the bed and cuddled up to her. It was at this same time that she unlatched her bra and asked me if I thought there was any more milk in her breast. Startled by her question and still somewhat naïve about sex, I mumbled incoherently that I didn't know. With that, she pulled my head to her breast and encouraged me suck on one. She moaned as I sucked, attesting to the sensual excitement of this sexual encounter and, excited by this new feeling of excitement in my groin, I continued sucking until my aunt walked in, scolding my mother, ultimately putting me to bed. This would all change later.
As I moved into adolescence, new intimate relationships began to develop. Foot massages became a ritual almost every night. It began simply. When they got home from work, Mom would ask me to massage her feet. Soon after that, my aunt requested the same. The massages developed into a ritual, both my aunt and my mother sitting on either side of me on the couch, both clothed in dresses and brown pantyhose. Another pattern emerged. As I massaged their feet while they watched TV, my aunt's foot would rest on my crotch while I massaged my Mom. I came to identify these intimate moments by the musky smell of their feet, encased in the pantyhose. Heat and dampness accented the odors and elevated the sexuality of the moment to new heights. My cock inevitably rose to the occasion, and I took time to enjoy the pulsations of my hard cock. The tension became even greater as my aunt dozed. Her napping brought on new desires, opening to a will to experiment further. As she slept, I maneuvered my hips slightly to allow my throbbing hot cock to touch her foot. At this, I felt the surge of hot cum spurt from my hot cock into my already wet pajamas.
Soon after, both woke from their naps and went to bed. This was time for further exploration, the musky odor of their pantyhose still embedded in my sense memory. To wit, I snuck into my aunt's room, found her pantyhose and sniffed. The seminal thoughts of sex with her began at this time. That fantasy grew each day. My youth and naivete took over, however. I postponed the fulfillment of that fantasy to another day and went to bed.
It was soon after the rituals with my aunt and mother began that a new relationship developed with an older man who lived across the street. I often rode my bike to school and to the corner store to get candy and eats. Occasionally, we would meet and engage in general conversations about the weather or school, things of little or no consequence. I knew very little of this man. I knew that he was in his early 50’s; I knew that he lived with his sister and his sister’s boyfriend. But on this particular day, the conversation changed. Instead of the ordinary pleasantries that we engage in, he inquired about my Mom and aunt. He asked how they were doing. There was nothing of a prurient nature in his questioning. But in that short interim, I picked up a Playboy magazine that was stacked in the garage and paged through it, noting, in particular, one photo of a woman in nylons. Quick on the uptake, he asked if I liked nylons.
“Yes,” I said, adding, “I often massage my aunt and Mom’s nyloned feet after they come from work.”
With that, he moved close to me, his voice strangely guttural, saying, “I’m going tuck your shirt in.”
Unbuckling my belt, his hands moved gently toward my crotch, massaging my cock and balls tenderly, asking, “Like that?”
My body shook with excitement, feeling his warm hands tenderly rubbing my now hard cock.
I stuttered a weak, “Yes,” to which he replied, “Follow me.”
He shut the garage door and led me to his sister’s room where lay a mesh bag of his sister’s pantyhose. Pulling them out, he had me smell them and feel them, noting, “Smell the crotch. That’s where her cunt and asshole rub.”
It all came together for me at that moment, the focal point of my fascination of the pantyhose, their cunts and assholes. My cock reacted ecstatically over this new revelation, pulsing rapidly and forcefully, crying out for resolution.
He dropped his pants, revealing his naked body and hot pulsing cock. His strong hands lay me on her bed, stripped me naked, sliding a brown pair of pantyhose on his throbbing cock, adding, “Feel it. Now smell my hot cock through the pantyhose and suck it.”
My passion rose to new heights. I succumbed completely to his will as he placed another pair of smelly pantyhose over my face and cried, “Pretend I’m your Mom and aunt. Smell and suck their pantyhose as you come in my mouth,” at the same time enveloping his hot mouth around my hot and throbbing cock and balls.
My whole body trembled as his tongue swirled around my cockhead, my stomach cramping, my muscles tightening, my whole being screaming to an orgasm of epic proportions, my first, “Oh! God! Take it, take me. I’m yours.”
His lovemaking continued, sucking every last drop of my hot cum from my balls and cock. But there was more. Naked, he lay atop my hot and sweating body and massaged my cock and balls with his hard and throbbing cock, screaming his hot cum onto my crotch, “Take it sweetheart. Take it! Take it all!”
We rested for a few moments and parted with this loving admonition, “Next time you come over, bring a pair of your Moms or Aunties pantyhose.”
Returning home, my body still craved more. Since my Mom and Aunt had not returned from work, I went to their bedrooms, retrieved their pantyhose and lay on my bed naked, aching for still another session of ecstatic sex and masturbated in them.
The episodes of sexuality continued as before. But there were outstanding ones that live on in my fantasy memory. It must have
been a Friday night. On weekends, they drank a lot, often drinking themselves into oblivion. These were moments I cherished the most. Drinking often led to a lowering of inhibitions and that was when I could take advantage. This was one night that led nowhere, as they were too busy laughing and getting drunk.
Later on in the evening, however, my aunt went to bed. Seeing that my mother stayed awake, I asked, “Do you want your feet rubbed while you watch TV?”
With that, she placed both feet on my lap. Since it was warm that evening, I wore only my pajama bottoms. She drank quite a bit as I massaged, and the alcohol began to take effect. I continued massaging her feet gently, lifting my knee so that her foot touched my nose, enabling me to smell her foot while her other foot rested on the opening of my pajamas where her warm foot rubbed against my hard cock. The warmth of her lovely foot drove me to a new ecstasy, allowing me to fantasize my naked body enmeshed with her naked body, loving her into oblivion.
As luck would have it, she woke and went to her bedroom, apologizing, “Hon, I’m going to lay down.”
I waited, perhaps a half hour, and turned off the TV. I looked in on her and, as I hoped, she lay on her belly, wearing just her pantyhose and blouse. I tiptoed to the edge of the bed, knelt beside it and deliriously smelled her sensual feet. I was in ecstasy, maneuvering her feet together, to create a larger field of sensuality. Her snoring grew louder and my will to love and adore her became more brazen. I stripped naked, crept onto the bed, my face and nose, inches from her voluptuous ass. I could not stop here. I knelt over her and massaged her body with my nakedness, my cock and balls rubbing against her feet and legs. My lust went further. I pumped my hot, hard, dripping cock into the crevice between the soles of her feet, relishing the warmth provided by the cottony and soft pantyhose. My cock spasmed and stood at the edge of a throbbing orgasm. Fearing soiling her pantyhose, instead, I crawled into bed next to her warm and sensuous body. Passion getting the best of me, I wanted more. I wanted her hand to move gently and lovingly over my cock, culminating in a screaming orgasm of love. I wanted her to help. At one point, she rolled over to me, spooning my naked body, her right hand resting on my naked hip. My heart pounded in beat with my hard cock as I lay next to her sensuous and voluptuous body, fearing she could hear the beats as they resounded in this orgasmic mind set.
I deftly rolled over on my back, my hard cock in full salute, and gently moved her hand onto my throbbing cock. I could no longer control my passion. My hot, dripping, throbbing cock exploded onto my belly, reaching far up my chest to my face and mouth, where I tasted and luxuriated in this pageant of love. I quietly slid from the bed, returned to my room and slept at peace with the world.
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