Aunty Jean's Tights

I was lying on top of my bed completely naked, a couple of well used porn mags lying open by my side. Aunty Jean was sitting on the edge of the bed, expertly wanking my stiff cock. She was a friend of my mum's who lived a few doors up, but I'd always known her as Aunty Jean. My right hand was sliding up her legs, the feeling of the soft nylon making me shudder as my hand moved from one leg to the other.

At that time most women wore tights every day, usually the same shade, which I later found out was called ‘American Tan’, but Aunty Jean had black tights on today. More and more the girls and women in my wank fantasies were wearing nylon, so I’d been ‘borrowing’ my Mum’s tights for a while now, to feel and sniff as I wanked. Aunty Jean had occasionally appeared in a few of the fantasies, as had most women and girls I knew, or had seen on TV, but here she was now, in person, playing with my cock.

“Do you like my legs”, she asked while looking straight at me, the rhythm of her hand never changing. I could only nod, still not believing this was actually happening. “What do you think?” she kicked off her left slipper and raised her leg until it was pointing out straight. My eyes tried to take it all in, her slim calf, her shapely high arched foot and small toes spread wide but still very visible through the darker reinforced nylon. “I’ve got lots of pairs of tights, stockings too” as she nodded to the open magazine by my side showing a woman wearing just black stockings and a suspender belt, her legs spread wide to show her hairy bush. “Not that your Uncle Ray takes much notice anymore”.

I tried to move my head towards her foot. “Perhaps I can wear them for you, as you seem to like them”, BOOM, I was cumming! I gasped loudly as she pointed my cock down slightly but maintained the same hand pressure and speed. Jolts of pleasure ran through me as I gasped, tensed and shuddered with each jet of spunk that shot from my cock to land on my belly. She knew exactly when to stop and let go of my cock. “All better now?” she asked, but didn’t wait for an answer as she put her slipper back on and wiped her hand with a tissue from her pocket. I just lay with my eyes closed, still panting.

“Try and get some sleep, I’ll phone your Mum to let her know you’re feeling much better”. She kissed her hand and placed it on my forehead before leaving. I half opened my eyes to look at her as she walked away, especially her nyloned legs, but also her cuddly mumsy figure. Did she mean it, would she wear tights especially for me, would she wank me off again. As I heard the front door close my cock started to stiffen again at the thought!