Date: Thu, 24 Dec 2015 08:10:54 -0800 From: Derek Collant Subject: After School Antics Chapter 5 5 - Set-up Thanks for coming along to this point. This is a good chapter that takes what's been building so far to a nice climax, so to speak. This tale is of a boy learning about sex and his sexuality with older people with a dash of pantyhose fetishism for good measure. I'm assuming you're reading this as cross-generational intimicy is interesting to you. That being the case, please use it in the spirit for which I intended, wink, wink. I'd love to hear from you if you're so inclined. I enjoy reading your thoughts, reactions and welcome any ideas you may have. Feel free to do so at SkyLark675@gmail.com Nifty connects writers with readers who enjoy materials that satisfy deep erotic desires. Very few venues will allow these writers such a venue to express themselves to tell their stories. I would urge you to consider making a donation at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html so we can enjoy this site for a long time to cum. I sat in the bathroom on the toilet, my mind roiling. I'd already put back on my clothes. How could I have been so stupid! Never would I have imagined getting into this kind of trouble. I really didn't have too many options. I came to the realization that I would have to go out and face this with my aunt. Maybe something could be worked out. I was so miserable! Stupid pantyhose, what was I thinking! Grimly, I got up, opened the door, and walked out to meet my fate. "Welcome back," my aunt said. She stretched out on the couch in the living room. "Why don't you sit down and let's talk." She said indicating my usual spot on the sofa with her nylon-clad foot. Glumly I sat down next to her. After all that had happened, I still had to tear my eyes away from her pantyhose sheathed legs. Today she was in a pair of tan ones. "So," my aunt began, "do you have anything you want to say?" "No, not really, just that I'm really sorry." "I know you are; it isn't hard to tell. How long has this been going on?" "A little bit. Not long. This was the first time I'd ever put on some." "Oh, so slipping a pair on your penis and on your arms doesn't count?" "What!" "I saw you in the bathroom yesterday, Billy." My mouth was agape in horror. Oh man, I was really busted. "I, uh, uh." I had nothing to say, but hang my head low in shame. I was on the verge of tears. "Hey you," my aunt said, nudging me with her pantyhose clad foot. "Do you get excited when you rub your aunt's feet too?" I sighed resigned to the fact I was in up past my eyeballs. "Yes," I said in a barely audible whisper. "Well, well," she clucked. "So what are we going to do?" "I don't know," I said sullenly. "Well to start with, I think your aunt needs another one of her nephew's excellent foot rubs." "Wh-What?" I responded, confused. "Or would you rather we discuss this with your mother?" To punctuate her point, she placed her nyloned feet on my lap. I looked up at her in shock. "Well, what are you waiting for, get to it." I looked at her feet in my lap then to her. Slowly, I reached up and grasped her nyloned feet. As if it wasn't already bad, my cock started to respond as well. I made a weak attempt to massage her nyloned feet. I could scarcely believe this was happening. "Oh, sweetie," My aunt commented. "It's alright. I know you're freaked out now, but it really is ok. So come on, put some of that excitement into it. I know you can do better than this." She winked at me. Amazingly enough, I was already feeling better...The deep pit in my stomach was being replaced with butterflies of excitement. That happening then, I became more assertive with my hands. "Yes, I think this will work out admirably for both of us." She commented feeling my renewed efforts. "Then you're not going to tell my mom?" I asked, a small glimmer of hope flickered within me. "I can't make that promise, but if you do what I want, the chances are highly unlikely." I gulped nervously, not know what that meant, but kept up working on her pantyhose shod feet. "So, my little nephew Billy loves pantyhose," she continued, "and he loves to rub his auntie's nyloned feet. You know what else I know? I know that my little nephew likes to smell as well, doesn't he?" To prove her point, she took her free foot and rubbed it under my nose. I inhaled involuntarily, the scent of leather and sweat overwhelming me. Despite everything, I felt my hard-on quickly returning. "Mmm, yes indeed he does. Ooh, and I think he's getting all excited working on his auntie's pantyhose clad feet." She continued and took her foot from under my nose and rubbed it against my crotch. I couldn't hold back at that, and moaned. "Yes, I knew my little nephew was turned on two days ago, when I felt his hardness, but I wanted to make sure. That's why I put all my pantyhose in the bathroom. I wanted to see what he'd do." "What," I exclaimed. "Yep, that's right Billy, I set you up." Before I could respond she took her foot and started rubbing my crotch, sending my mind reeling. "Just like today. An empty house, a pile of pantyhose, and one very horny boy. I knew you wouldn't be able resist." She rubbed harder on my crotch, I closed my eyes and sighed. "Ooh, you really like that don't you Billy." "Yes," I whispered. "You want me to keep going?" she asked. "P-Please, yes, don't stop," I hissed, my cock had gone back to a complete erection. "Billy, why don't you take off your pants." My eyes snapped open and I looked at my aunt. "Go ahead, take off your pants and underwear." With fumbling fingers, I undid my pants. I stood up long enough to slide them down, kicking out of my shoes to get them off. Oh wow, I was now naked from the waist down in front of my aunt. Well, not like she hadn't seen what I had before. Except that was through pantyhose. "Ok," my aunt said. "Now sit back down on the sofa facing me." I did as she instructed, my cock was painfully hard. Taking her nyloned feet, my aunt spread my legs apart. Where she touched my naked flesh, electric bolts shot through me. She then slid her nyloned feet up between my thighs, the frictions caused my to gasp and I could see my cock twitch. She kept moving her nyloned feet up until she encircled them around my cock. I moaned loudly at the touch of them against my cock. She took one foot and curled it around the back of my cock. She pressed the sole of the other foot against the underside of my cock and started stroking. I groaned more, almost collapsing at the exquisite sensations coursing through my body. Instinctively, I grabbed her legs at the calves, caressing her through the sheer fabric of her `hose. It only took a few strokes before she brought me to the brink. I grabbed her calves even more tightly. "Oh, I'm going to come." I tried to warn. "That's what I'm trying to make you do." She responded. I completely let go at that point and was overwhelmed by my orgasm. I looked down to see my cock swell between my aunt's nyloned feet. I groaned and the first spurt of my orgasm burst out of my cock. I arced up and landed on the tip of her toes. My cock continued to throb, spewing out pulses of come that oozed all over my aunt's nyloned feet. "Yes, that's it Billy, let it all out, come all over your aunt's pantyhosed feet." I was gripping her calves tightly, feeling them pressed against the inside of my thighs, her pantyhose creating an orgasm intensifying friction. I felt my orgasm start to wane. I couldn't believe how intense it had been. I slowly came back to earth, as my aunt continued deft movements of her nyloned feet on my cock. Finally, I just became too sensitive and had to hold her feet still. I exhaled, relaxing in the afterglow. "Did you like that Billy?" my aunt asked. "Yes, a lot," I responded. "Well, you've certainly made quite a mess on your aunt's feet." Looking down I could see that the tips of her toes were darkened with the moisture from my orgasm. She wiggled them a bit and I could the fluid was working in between her toes. Lifting one foot up, she held it in front of my face. "Billy, you need to clean up your mess." "Um, you want a wash cloth or something." I responded. "No Billy, I want you to clean up your mess using your mouth and tongue." "Uh, but, um" I stuttered. "Come on now, I know you want it. Remember I saw you the other day..." Oh man, she'd seen me do it all. This was too much, I could scarcely believe what just happened and now it was going even further. "Mmm, Billy, don't you want to really take care of auntie's feet? Maybe we should bring it up with your mom?" "No," I said in a whisper, "I'll do it." I was at my aunt's mercy. She moved her foot closer, right under my nose. I could smell the musky odor of my orgasm along with the sweat and leather on her feet. Despite everything, I felt a stirring inside me, yes, I did want to do it. I swallowed nervously. I opened my mouth and touched the tip of my tongue to her toe. My aunt pushed her nyloned foot forward, pressing them against my lips. My come smeared all over them. Involuntarily I jerked back, but my aunt kept pressing and worked toes between my lips. Resigned I opened my mouth more and she slipped the tips of her pretty painted toes further in. I started working my tongue on the underside of her foot. I tasted the musky salty taste of my own semen along with the aroma of her feet. I grasped her foot by the ankle and started to work my tongue over the top. "Mmm, yes, that's it Billy," my aunt encouraged. "You're doing great. I knew you wanted it. It feels really good Billy, you doing such a good job sucking auntie's pantyhosed feet." I could scarcely believe what was going on! My god, I had my aunt's nylon clad foot in my mouth, tonguing it clean of my own semen! I worked diligently on her foot, until nothing remained but the moisture from my saliva. I even worked my tongue between her toes, stretching the sheer fabric taut. I then repeated the same thing for her other foot. When I was done I placed both of the on my naked lap and looked at my aunt. "You did a good job Billy. That felt wonderful. Tell me, did you like sucking on your auntie's come soaked pantyhosed feet?" Thinking hard about the last few moments, I responded with a barely audible, "Yes." "I thought so, you certainly looked like you were enjoying yourself. We'll have to see about rewarding you. For right now, you better get dressed, you don't want your mom to catch you like this do you?" "Uh, no," I replied. With nervous fingers, I quickly got my clothes back on. I sat back down and my aunt placed her feet back on my lap as we watched TV. Absently, I caressed her legs, enjoying the slippery sensation of the pantyhose covering them. Though she quickly pulled them away when my mom arrived. Back at home, I couldn't get over the events of the day. My god, it was unbelievable! Going over the events later in my room of course gave me a hard-on. Naturally, I had to take care of it using my socks. When I woke in the morning, I had another hard on and tossed-off again into the same sock that was still damp from last night.