Date: Fri, 23 Jan 2004 10:40:51 -0800 (PST) From: curious Subject: Moms Stoen Nylon Stockings Part 2 This is the second part of Moms Stolen Nylon Stockings. I have tried hard to recall these events as accurately as possible. A lot of what I actually did in my hideouts during these years that deal with my boyhood thoughts about wishing I could magically change myself into a little girl so I could dress myself in nylon stockings and wear pretty dresses to make the other boys I knew horny for me I have left out. I hope the readers enjoy the story and remember I would love to hear for any one who wishes to write to me. I can be reached at: pansutorht@yahoo.com Happy reading. In my hide outs down by the river I was completely free to do whatever I wanted without having to worry about any one seeing what I was up to. I felt free and safe in my hide outs and I spent countless hours in them creating these wild sex fantasies for me to enjoy but I also spent a lot of time just thinking about other things such as my feelings about my growing sexuality. To be honest I really felt confused back then. I was horny all the time and I knew that my attraction for nylon stockings wasn't typical for boys my age. The strong soft feminine feelings I experienced whenever I put mom's stolen nylons on only added to my confusion because I knew having those girly feelings were not considered normal or acceptable for any good little Indian boy to have and I felt a strong sense of isolation because of this. But when I was in one of my hideouts at least I was in a place where I could act out what I was feeling. Of all the sexual fantasies I created during my hide out days there are two which stand out the most in my head. The first sex fantasy I dreamed up the first time I put mom's nylons on down by the river was about mom herself. I suppose I focused in on mom as my fantasy woman simply because she was the only real woman that I had ever seen wearing stockings and it was easy for me to just close my eyes and remember how she looked when I use to watch her getting ready for work. The other fantasy I enjoyed acting out involved me pretending I was this horny little girly-boy willing to let all of my friends hump me and use me like a girl letting them have their way with me. The constants in all of my sex fantasies were me wearing nylons, being submissive as others used me, and through my sexual submission to another's will I would receive love and acceptance from them for wearing stockings. I always wondered what might have happened had mom caught me stealing nylons from her so I fantasized about what I wished could have happened had she found out that her little boy loved being nasty with himself while wearing her stockings. In it mom catches me wearing her stockings in my bedroom. What happens is she comes home early from work while I'm lying on my bed playing with myself. I don't hear her come in the house. I'm so busy rubbing my stocking clad legs together and eating up my pre-cum that I never notice her coming to my bedroom door. "What in the world!" she says when she sees me. The sound of her voice freezes me in place and when I look up and see her standing in my doorway I scream in fear and desperately try to grab my blanket to cover myself up. An overwhelming terror hits me while I try to cover up to hide my nylon clad legs and hard little dick from her but I'm just so scared at being caught getting nasty with myself that I can't grab my blanket to cover up and I end up rolling away from her on my bed so she can only see my naked backside. I can hear her coming over to my bed and when she reaches down to grab me and pull me over and up off my bed I just start crying. "What are you doing!" she yells at me while pulling me up to my feet and making me stand in front of her. She holds me with one hand clinched tightly on my right shoulder and leans into me to start reaching down behind me to spank me. With each slap she delivers across my naked cheeks I let out these huge bawling cries while I'm calling out to her that I'm sorry for being so nasty but she doesn't hear me and continues to hit me over and over again. How many times she swats me isn't important. What happens to make her stop spanking me is she looks down and sees her stolen nylon stockings have dropped down my legs and lie in a puddle around my ankles. The sight of me standing there with her stolen nylons swimming around my ankles is so ridiculous to her that she suddenly laughs at me. Her laughter is hard and harsh and I glance up at her and see a cruel mean smile spreading across her face. As I stand there crying in front of her I feel humiliated and ashamed of myself. I want to pull away from her and run away but my body won't respond for me and I remain in place waiting for her to start spanking me again. Then mom looks down at my groin and she sees that my little dick is still hard and sticking out in front of me. The site of my hard little dick causes her to gasp and she orders me to stop that and make it go away but my little cock simply refuses to soften and go down. "Stop it," she yells at me. "Stop doing that disgusting thing right now!" Mom shakes me hard but my erection remains in place. In my fantasy my erection causes mom to grow angrier with me. Again she shakes me hard, almost shoving me down. But nothing she does or says can get me to go down. "I'll fix you" she says and she lets go a barrage of cuss words on me. I'm terrified and expecting her to spank me again but instead of spinning me around to spank me I hear her telling me that she is going to show her nasty little boy what happens to nasty little perverts like myself who steal nylons from their mothers. Without warning she lashes out and slaps my hard little cock with her hand. This causes me to bend forward and try and grab myself in an attempt to relieve some of the pain I'm in but mom forces me to remain upright. "Little nasty bastard." Mom jerks me forward and starts dragging me behind her. All I can think of is she is going to take me out into living room to finish spanking me but instead of pulling me out to the living room, mom drags me down the hallway towards her and dads room. Stumbling behind her as I do I'm conscious that her nylons haven't slipped off my feet. "Goddamn little pervert." Over and over she keeps saying this as she pulls me into her bedroom. Once there mom pulls me up short and forces me to stand at attention in front of her dresser. "I'll show you, you sick little shit," mom says. "You just stand right there where you are you little pervert. Don't you fucking move one bit or I'll tan the hide off of your nasty disgusting little ass!" With that mom finally lets me go. She turns around leaving me wondering what she is going to do to me next. I'm expecting the ass whipping of my life to be given to me but I'm taken totally by surprise to see her reach over and open up her dresser drawer. "Little boys wearing nylons indeed," I hear her say as she reaches into her underwear drawer. "I'll show him," she says. When mom turns around to face me again I can see she is holding one of her garter belts in her hands. I don't understand this or what it is she is doing but I remain still and watch as mom straightens the garter belt out. "Turn around," she orders and I do so not comprehending what she is about do. "Dam you for this," I hear her say and suddenly unexpectedly I feel her arms reaching around me. In an instant mom fixes her garter belt around my thin waist pulling at it and sliding it back and forth until she has it adjusted so the garter straps are dangling down in place across my naked ass cheeks and down over my thighs. "Dam you for making me do this," she says. I can feel her hands brushing up against my ankles now as she grabs one of the stockings I have on. "Dam you for this." It takes her a few moments to do it but mom pulls each stocking I have on back up my legs and expertly clips them in place using the garter clasps. "Dam you for this," is what she keeps repeating to herself as stands back up grabs my shoulders and spins me around to face her. "Dam you for stealing my nylons and pretending you want to be a nasty little girl." "How dare you," she yells at me. "How dare you go through my things and take a pair of my nylons from me without my permission! Is this what you do when you're here alone? Are you dressing yourself up in my cloths and walking around this house in my stockings? Just look at yourself you nasty little pervert. Turn around and look at yourself in the mirror. Look at your hard little dick and how it's just sticking out in front of you." "God dam you for doing this nasty shit behind my back. Is sneaking around and wearing my stockings making you hard like that?" she asks while she points down to my cock. Does wearing my nylons make your little prick hard and stick out like that? Do they!" "I don't care what you have to do you sick little shit," she says as she jerks me around to stand in front of her. "But you make that little cock of yours go down right now this instant!" "I can't," I say to her. "I can't make it go down." "You can't," she replies. "Well in that case mommy will have to just make it go down herself." And then because it was my fantasy mom would kneel down in front of me and take my hard little cock in her mouth and begin to suck it for me. Of course I would always imagine that mom was wearing one of her skirt and blouse outfits in this fantasy because that way while she was on her knees and sucking on her little boy's hard cock her skirt would ride up and I would be able to look down at her and see her nylon clad legs. God I loved to daydream about mom wearing her nylon stockings and then punishing me for stealing her nylons. At first my nasty incest fantasies about her would only include mom kneeling down in front of me and sucking on my hard little cock so she could eat up my drops of pre-cum like I liked to do. But eventually as I learned more and more about sex over the ensuing two years my incest fantasies began to revolve around me fucking mom and doing her doggy-style. Jesus, even now my cock can get hard just thinking about fucking mom and although no such thing ever happened. I do sometimes see her wearing her nylon stockings as a young woman and being the looker she was when I was little. When that happens too me I just lose it and give myself over to the fantasy and jack off even though when I'm done I always feel like a sick pervert for doing it. But hey it is my life and my fantasy. I suppose I should also tell you that later on in life when I was 16 I did find two sex pictures of mom and dad engaged in a swinging sex swap with another couple. I stole the pictures and use to use them to jack off. You couldn't see dad or the other man's faces in the photos though because mom and the other woman in the pictures are each facing the camera and riding the men's cocks in a position women call "cowgirl". Mom is wearing a pair of dark brown reinforced heel and toe nylon stockings, a black garter belt and a silky looking light green tee shirt type blouse. The other woman, a white woman, is wearing black reinforced heel and toe nylons and a black garter belt. Unlike mom she isn't wearing a shirt so you can see her tits in the pictures. As for dad and the other man they are lying back on the bed and you can only see their cocks stuck up in the women and their legs which are hanging down over the edge of the bed. In the first photo mom is looking to her left and smiling at the other woman. And in the second photo mom is looking directly into the camera and showing a wonderful smile for all to see. I assume the pictures must have been taking during the late sixties because mom is young looking in them and also because of the décor style of the bedroom looks like it is from that era. I have always believed that the reason mom has the shirt on and isn't showing her tits for the camera is simply because she had stretch marks from having six kids. I was so overjoyed to discover those sex pictures because they were proof that mom knew how to fuck and for me at least, she fucked in nylon stockings. One of the first things I thought of when I took them from dad's trunk was: "Alright mom!" Anyway as a little boy I did fantasize about fucking my mom while she was wearing her nylon stockings. No one knows that I fantasized like this or that I have spent countless hours over the ensuing years daydreaming about fucking my mom and having imagined older aunts and uncles who would catch me wearing mom's nylons and end up fucking me in them in order to punish me for being so nasty. Those daydreams and fantasies have always been with me and they are very private. The only people who now know that I have had incest fantasies concerning my mom or some imagined auntie or uncle are those of you who are reading this story.