Date: Mon, 15 Nov 2004 09:49:49 -0800 (PST)
From: curious <pansutorht@yahoo.com>
Subject: Moms Stolen Nylon Stockings Part 6

At long last here is the next installment of my life story. I hope you all
enjoy reading it. Anyone wishing to e-mail support or comments please feel
free to do so. Until my next installment you all be good. And for you nylon
lovers out there, kiss you stockings for me.

In 1973 my family moved away from Montana because dad finally received a
transfer to a different Indian reservation way over in Oregon. I hated to
leave behind what I have always considered my childhood home and of course
all of my friends but in September of that year we got packed up and off to
Oregon we went. You know I really liked living on the Indian reservation
where dad was assigned and I oftentimes wonder how different my life might
have been had we lived there for more than just one year. I really loved
living in Oregon and as an adult I always look back at the school year we
lived out there, September 1973 to May of 1974, as a really great time in
my life.

I hope all of you readers can remember that I stated in my very first
installment of this true story about my life that I was writing about real
events that happened in my life. I have tried hard to recall all of the
sexual things I experienced when I was young and I've tried hard to be
completely honest about what I writing and literally hold nothing
back. Early in the first installment I wrote about finding sex pictures of
my mom and dad engaged in a foursome when I was 16. I've been very open
about how I used to make up sexually explicit incest fantasies about mom
when I was a young boy and a teenager. I hope you readers know that those
desires are nothing more than fantasies I created and still use to jack off
to. When I wrote about those things I thought revealing that information
was helpful for me if for no other reason than to relieve myself of a
burdensome secret I've been carrying around my whole life. I honestly never
believed that I would feel it was necessary for me to write about some of
the other bad things I did as a kid But as I recalled my memories of living
in Oregon I quickly discovered that in order to keep myself honest about my
past I was going to have to write about some additional matters concerning
my boyhood lust for my mom that no one suspects about. To be honest I never
intended to write about this part of my life but if I'm going to stay
honest I have to talk about my peeping on mom again at age 14 only this
time when I peeped on her I ended up getting far more then just a nasty
little thrill. Secondly I have to come clean about one of my most hidden
and darkest secrets. You see not only did I find fuck pictures of mom and
dad when I was 16 but while we were living in Oregon 3 years before I found
those black and white Polaroid's in the spring of 1974 I unexpectedly found
and ended up stealing five reels of 20 minute 8mm sex films of my mom
engaging in a variety of different sex acts with men and young boys. In
addition to the films I also discovered two large photo albums of sex
pictures of mom and dad engaging in swinger parties with other couples and
numerous young men and several probably illegal pornographic sex magazines
and black and white drawings of adults having sex with young teenagers and
some preteen boys. But my darkest secret of all which I'm revealing to all
of you readers now is this; I still have those sex films of my mom and some
of the photographs from the photo albums as well as a couple of those old
magazines. Yes, it's true. I still have these items and on very special but
rare occasions when I know I can get away with it I get the 8mm films and
the old Bell & Howell Projector I have out of storage and I'll sit and
watch those sex films of mom and wish with all my heart as I furiously jack
off that I am one of those lucky fuckers she's shown fucking and sucking
with. But I'll get to talking about the films, photographs, magazines and
drawings later. First let me tell you about peeping on mom who in 1973 mom
was 38 years old but was still a fine looking woman. Everyone needs to
settle in because this is a long installment.

Ever since I lost my cherry to Georgia all I could think of was sex, sex,
and more sex. God sometimes I think I spent my eighth grade year; yeah I
was 13 years old in the eighth grade, walking around with a continuous
erection in my pants. Since I learned how to jack off by then I spent a lot
of time that year sneaking off to what I always call the "swamp" which was
a heavily wooded little creek that ran behind the agency housing area where
we lived. I'd go back there to play, and yeah I still played army at that
age, and once I finished I would usually sit down by a large willow tree
near the center of the creek bed and take my cock out and beat off to my
hearts content.

As fall arrived I got into the habit of playing in the back yard until 10
pm. One evening in late October I was outside in back of the house horsing
around when I saw mom and dad's bedroom light go on. The house we lived in
had a fairly thick stand of lilac trees growing along the back wall in
front of their bedroom window and I was just a few feet away from the house
when the light came on. Impulsively without thinking I stepped into the
lilac trees and slipped up against the wall to peek through the window. The
curtains were pulled across the window but they weren't drawn tightly
together in the center so I was able to peer in between the open crack and
look inside. As I peeked in I saw mom sitting on the edge of her bed. She
had a bath towel wrapped around her head and another wrapped around her
body. I almost turned away to leave when I saw their bedroom door open and
in walked dad. I watched holding my breath as he shut the door behind him
and then stepped over in front of mom. I could see he was saying something
to her but I couldn't hear anything because the window was closed. She
smiled up at him over whatever it was he said and then shook her head at
him giving him an emphatic no. Apparently ignoring her dad reached down
with both hands and grabbed her by the shoulders as he said something else
to her. At first I kind of thought that maybe he had gotten mad at her and
that the two of them were beginning to argue because mom kept shaking her
head no at him. From where I was at it sort of looked like she was trying
to pull away from him because she leaned back onto the bed as if to get
away from him however when she did that I saw dad step back from her and go
over to their dresser. Watching closely I heard myself gasp in surprise as
he opened up mom's underwear drawer and took out a pair of her nylon
stockings and a garter belt. Although her nylons were all crumpled in his
left hand I could see they were colored black and not brown. Yet what
really amazed me was seeing the red garter belt dad held in his right
hand. Where on earth had mom gotten black stockings and a red garter belt I
wondered? Back when I was stealing her stockings I had seen the garter
belts she wore because she kept them in the same drawer as her nylons but
those had all been white. Without realizing it as I looked on through the
window I began massaging my rapidly hardening cock through my jeans as dad
went back over to mom and reached down to pull her up right on the edge of
the bed. It didn't take a genius to figure out that the two of them were
going to fuck and with a smile spreading across my face I undid the zipper
on my jeans and pulled my cock out to stroke it as I settled in to enjoy
what I hoped was going to be a terrific sex show.

Smiling up at dad mom reclined back on their bed and with one hand she
opened up the front of her bath towel. Heck even from the window I could
see her nipples were already erect and standing out as dad knelt down on
the floor in front of her. Lifting his arm up he let mom's stockings unfurl
and hang down between his fingers then with a quick flick of his wrist he
brought her nylons down and laid them across his lap, or at least I believe
that is what he did because the bed was blocking my view. I was amazed
though as I watched him in turn take each of mom's beautiful legs in his
hands and quickly slip her stockings over them. Each time he reached her
knee mom would lift up her leg and point her toes towards the ceiling
making it easier for him to pull her stocking down over her thigh. God mom
had stunning legs. Her stockings were reinforced heel and toes and when she
pointed her feet towards the ceiling to help dad get her nylons on I nearly
fainted in sheer delight at the sight of her. Once dad had both her nylons
on her she lifted both of her legs up in front of him and held them up over
her and I had to forcefully stop myself from pressing my face up tight
against their bedroom window as I stuck my tongue out and began to flick it
furiously at her legs.

Fuck I was hot. Slowly lowering her lovely legs in a manner that allowed
her to slide the soles of her stocking feet across dads face mom sat back
up and took her garter belt from him. With ease she slipped it around her
waist and quickly snapped the back of the belt together. Taking a moment to
make an adjustment and position it comfortably around her waist she reached
down and fixed the clasps on the garter straps to the front of her stocking
tops. Standing up she turned around in front of dad and bent forward over
the edge of the bed and placed her hands down on the mattress. Looking back
over her shoulder at dad I could tell she was talking to him as he quickly
reached up to fix the back clasps to her stockings. Once he finished I bit
my lip hard to stop myself from saying something out loud as he put his
hands on her naked ass and pulled her ass cheeks apart. Watching him hold
her open from behind like that I started stroking my cock as he leaned in
to her and buried his face between her naked ass cheeks.

How long he sucked and licked on mom from behind tonguing her and kissing
her all over her naked ass I don't know. But as I stood at the window
watching them I felt myself building towards a powerful climax. I wanted to
cum and shoot off watching him tongue moms pussy, her ass hole and her ass
cheeks. He was moving his head from side to side and up and down as he ran
his tongue up into her to probe her and bite down on her cunt lips. Looking
at her face I could see from her expression she was thoroughly enjoying
what he was doing. As much as I was enjoying watching him eat her I have to
admit that I was even more excited to see him constantly running his hands
up and down her stocking clad legs. God the way he touched her with his
hands made me ache inside. I could just imagine how fantastic it must have
felt to have someone bury their face in your ass and trail their hands up
and down your stocking clad legs. Fuck I was so worked up watching them I
had to steady myself against the wall with my arm because my legs were
trembling so badly. Dad was going to town on mom like there was no tomorrow
and putting on a show I'll never forget and just when I thought that things
couldn't possibly get any better I saw mom stick out her tongue and lick
the air in front of her. Watching her lick the air like that took my breath
away. I grunted like a pig as I watched her climb up onto the bed with dads
face still tightly buried between the cheeks of her ass and position
herself so her knees were on the edge of the bed and her beautiful nylon
clad feet were left hanging out in the air behind her. With her eyes still
closed and holding her arms out in front of her she let the top half of her
body slide forward on to the bed. By the time she stopped going forward she
was resting her face on the mattress and had her ass stuck up in the
air. Seeing her positioned like that almost proved too much for me and I
was fighting to stop myself from cumming. Squeezing down as hard as I could
on my cock I kept my eyes fixed on mom's beautiful legs as dad pulled back
from her and started kissing her stockings all the way up from the bottom
of her feet to her stocking tops. While he slowly trailed the tip of his
tongue over her nylons mom reached down underneath her with her right hand
and although I couldn't actually see her doing it because her legs were in
the way I knew she was fingering her pussy. I was so worked up seeing her
doing that that I didn't realize I wasn't standing back away from the
window anymore. In fact by then my face was smashed up against the window
pane as I struggled to see as much of the two of them as I possibly could
and my hot excited breath on the glass was causing it to fog up. Without
thinking I reached up to wipe the fog away and when I did my hand made a
squeaking noise, not a loud one, but a noise nonetheless and to my utter
shock and horror mom heard it and opened her eyes.

Oh fuck I was caught.

Mom's head was cocked to one side, the window side of their room, and after
she opened her eyes when she heard the squeaking noise I created wiping
away the fog I saw her squint to focus her vision and I knew she could see
out through the crack in the curtain as easily as I could see in. For a
second there I thought she might not see me but what I didn't know was my
face was being illuminated by the bedroom light. When I realized she could
actually see me I just froze in place literally to sacred to move. I was
expecting her to jump up and start screaming at me or something and
probably come rushing over to the window to order me into the house so I
could be given what would be the spanking of my life. But to my utter
disbelief and astonishment instead of bolting up off her bed she lifted
herself up from the mattress and looked back behind her at dad. To me it
looked like she was going to tell him that I was standing outside watching
them but all she did was look quietly at him and then she slowly brought
her head around to look over at me and god help me I almost dropped dead as
she slowly closed her eyes knowing that I was outside watching. Holding her
head in my direction and giving me a perfect view of her face she parted
her mouth and slowly, almost gently, ran the tip of her tongue back and
forth across her lips. I couldn't fucking believe it. Instead of jumping up
off the bed to come after me mom remained in place on the bed and wiggled
her ass in dads face. He must have liked her doing that because he reached
around her up along her sides and grabbed her by her breasts and squeezed
them so hard they mashed out between his splayed fingers. Still keeping her
face pointed towards me I watched completely stunned as a smile played
across her face and with a slight nod towards me that let me know she knew
I was still watching she raised her right leg up to put her stocking foot
on the bed and moved a bit to her left to expose herself and give me a
better view of her as she reached down and started fingering herself again.

I know my mouth dropped wide open and my eyes bulged out of their sockets
when she did this. Watching mom fingering her pussy was too much and I
couldn't hold back from cumming any longer. I squirted out shot after shot
onto the wall in front of me and almost collapsed and fell down. While I
was cumming she opened her eyes again and looked at me and she smiled
broadly baring her teeth and probably enjoying the fact that I was
watching. As caught up as I was in my ejaculation I could tell from the
look she had on her beautiful face that she was really, really enjoying
putting on a show for her son. Seeing me through the crack in the curtains
swaying back and forth as I struggled to keep my feet must have clued her
in that I was shooting off because I swear as I was pumping myself against
the wall I watched her open up her mouth as if to tell me that she was
wishing I was squirting my cum into her mouth instead of against the
wall. God she was being so nasty for her boy and putting on such a show for
me that my whole face just went numb. I stood at the window grunting and
moaning as softly as I could so dad wouldn't hear me. Through half closed
eyes I watched mom look back over her shoulder at dad and she must have
told him to start fucking her because he stood up behind her and without
hesitating he popped open his pants letting them drop to ankles and just
rammed his cock into her. While I watched dad fuck mom I felt an intense
dizzy spell washing over me and even though I finally finished shooting off
I could feel my balls tightening up again. My heart was pounding as I
stared at mom's nylon clad legs as dad pumped into her from behind. I could
barely take my eyes off of her feet because they looked so pretty in her
reinforced heel and toe stockings. I was holding on tightly to my still
throbbing cock as I marveled at how her stockings caught and reflected the
light cast from the overhead ceiling fixture. Her legs were exquisite
looking and since I had cum splashed on my hand from shooting off so hard I
used it like a lubricant and began jacking off again.

God I was so fucking hot watching mom and dad fuck that I quickly felt
another massive orgasm coming on. I know it's impossible but I always liked
to pretend that mom knew I was getting ready to blow my load for a second
time. As I got closer and closer to my climax I saw her look towards me and
she smiled a huge smile in my direction and then she leaned forward and dad
popped out of her. Once she had his cock out of her she quickly tucked her
legs under her and sort of hopped down to the bed to lay under his
throbbing bouncing cock which was covered with her pussy juice. In total
disbelief and awe I watched as she lifted up both of her stocking clad legs
in the air above her so dad could grab them by her ankles and pull them
back towards him to bury his face into the soles of her feet. With her
hands mom caught his cock and tipping her head back she opened her mouth
wide and inserted it all at once swallowing him down like a Popsicle until
her nose was buried in his ball sack. How she accomplished doing that
without gagging is still a mystery to me but man it was an awesome sight to
behold. With her lips wrapped tightly around his entire shaft she brought
her hands down and reaching behind her thighs she put her fingers on either
side of her pussy and pulled herself apart giving me a perfect bird's eye
view of her dripping wet cunt. Seeing her spread herself apart like that
for me with dads cock sucked down her throat sent me over the edge. Feeling
hot salty tears of sheer happiness run down my face I came and came and
came.

And there you have it. After years and years have gone by never ever
telling anyone about this special night taking place in my life I have just
told every one reading this installment of my life's story about one of the
most scandalous and utterly deviant sexual acts I have ever performed in my
life. Yes, I watched my mom and dad get nasty with each other when I was 14
years old and yes, as I stood outside their bedroom window jacking off my
mom knew I was there watching and instead of doing what many people would
automatically think is the morally right thing to do, she did the
opposite. Instead of springing up off her bed to chase me away from their
window mom kept on fucking dad and let me her second youngest child watch
them until he finally pulled his cock out of her mouth and shot off in her
face. While he leaned over her holding himself steady by resting his hands
down on the mattress I watched mom spread her legs apart and quickly give
herself an orgasm with one hand while she used the fingers on her other one
to wipe dads cum from her face and bring to her mouth so she could lick it
up and swallow it. So as hard as it is to believe instead of bringing me
into the house and probably putting me through the ringer making me explain
to her and dad how I could do something so sick as to watch the two of them
having sex through their window before summarily shipping me off to
boarding school mom actually put on a beautiful sex show for me.

To be brutally honest I'm grateful she behaved the way she did that
night. Hell I know fully well how wrong it was for me to watch her and dad
fuck each other. I also know how sinful, immoral and wicked it was for her
to have seen me looking on through their window and do nothing about it
except take a perverse kind of sexually enjoyment out of it. But dam it
people the memory of that night is so special for me that I will always
cherish it and keep it in my heart and nothing in this world or the next is
going to change that. If anyone cares or is interested to know I will be
honest and say this. My mom and I have never, ever had an incestuous
relationship with each other. Yes she knew I was at the window that night
watching her and dad fuck and yes she put on quite a hot and heavy sex show
for me to enjoy but she never confronted me about it. In fact she never
spoke to me about it at all. I suppose she didn't because maybe after all
the sexual lust and passion died down between her and dad the realization
of how sinfully wicked she had behaved in front of me probably embarrassed
the living shit out her. But like I said she never confronted me about it
and you can bet your bottom dollar I sure as hell never brought the subject
up either. Instead what happened was both of us just pretended that nothing
had happened and that suited me just fine.

The old agency house we lived in was just a simple two bedroom
dwelling. The youngest of my older sisters was still a senior in high
school so there were 3 of us kids still living at home when we moved to
Oregon. Because she was a girl and older than me and my younger brother she
was given one of the bedrooms to sleep in. Meanwhile my younger brother and
I were regulated to sleeping out on our foldout couch in the living
room. He and I had been sharing a bedroom for years so the arrangement
wasn't unusual to us but I must admit that I was really getting tired of
having to share a bed with him. Anyway the house we lived in did have a
half basement under it but to get downstairs you had to go outside and use
an outside door because that's just how the house had been built. Shortly
after peeping in on mom and dad I decided to clean the place up and turn it
into a bedroom. I wanted to have my own private space and be my own man so
to speak so I announced my plans one weekend to mom and dad and they said I
could move downstairs if I wanted too. It took me a whole week to clean it
out and fix it up to my liking but once I was done I immediately set about
moving things down like the second hand bed and dresser dad bought for me
as well as a night stand or two and of course my stereo player. Since mom
and dad had been using the place as a storage area for a shit load of boxes
we still hadn't unpacked after moving I ended up stacking those boxes on
top of each other against the cement wall under the steps. Once I got
settled in and spent my first night downstairs I celebrated having my own
room by getting nasty with myself and jacking off. The memory of watching
mom and dad fuck each other was still fresh in my head so that is what I
fantasized about as I beat my meat raw picturing myself kissing mom's
stocking clad legs and shooting loads of hot cum into her face. For the
rest of the week every night after I turned out the lights I played this
fantasy over and over again to my hearts content. I probably got as much
fun out of dreaming about fucking mom as I did just knowing that in my own
room there in the basement I never once had to worry about anyone catching
me being so nasty.

A friend of mine I met in school, Mark, [not his real name] asked me after
I told him about moving into the basement if he could come over some
evening during a weekend and hang out. Since I liked the guy and considered
him a buddy I invited to come over and listen to some records and he
readily accepted the invite. Now Mark was a really cute boy. He was a white
kid who was the spitting image of a child star of the time named Mark
Lester. He had a soft look to him and I have to admit that I was sexually
attracted to him because he was just so dam pretty. Mark had long hair
which he wore in a shag cut which was all the rage in those days. His eye
lashes were so thick and his cheek bones so smooth that if you looked at
him from a distance you could easily mistake him for a pretty young girl. I
was a few months older than he was and when I met him in school we just
sort of hit it off from the start. I really liked him and after hanging out
with him the two of us quickly discovered we both had the same interests
especially when it came to wanting to find some girls to fuck. So we were
quite a pair he and I and that evening we spent a lot of time lying on my
bed telling each other lies about how many different girls we had
fucked. As the two us kept talking about sex it wasn't long before we each
had a painful bulge in our pants and at some point during the evening the
thought of just whipping my hard cock out and pretending that Mark would
suddenly slide down between my legs and start sucking me off started
weighing more and more heavily on my mind. Well of course nothing like that
happened and around nine or so Mark had to go home. I was really sorry to
see him go because I believe now that if he had stayed with me any longer
that evening he and I actually would have gotten around to queering off
with each other. Anyway he had to go home and as hot and bothered as I was
feeling imagining the two us queering off I knew I was going to end up
jacking off that night so after he left I went upstairs to take a shower. I
was excited about getting cleaned up so I could have myself a good old time
and once I was nicely washed up I hustled out of the bathroom and went back
downstairs. I was so anxious to start playing with myself that once I was
in my room I simply threw my bath robe off and knelt down on the floor next
to my bed and began playing with my cock, stroking it and pulling on it
like crazy as I started fantasizing about Mark. I leaned in towards my bed
putting my head and my shoulders down on the mattress as I dreamed up what
he and I would be doing to each. Spreading my legs apart I felt my cock
bounce as it stuck out in front of me and I reached back behind me with my
left hand to start rubbing my naked ass. Using my right hand I grabbed my
hard cock and began slowly stroking it as I pictured Mark standing behind
me holding his cock over my ass and telling me that he wanted to butt fuck
me and make me scream like a little girl. Kneeling on the floor with my ass
sticking out behind me made me feel so nasty and submissive. I felt my
girly side manifesting itself and I began picturing myself down on the
floor wearing a garter belt and a pair of soft silky smooth reinforced heel
and toe stockings. Using my minds eye I pictured Mark looking down at me
and imagined him telling me how pretty I looked and how badly he wanted to
touch my nylons and put his lips around my asshole and gently probe me with
his tongue so he could get me ready to take his hard cock. Moaning in
pleasure I started talking dirty to myself pretending that it was his voice
I heard telling me to beg him like a girl to fuck me in the ass.

Obeying the commands of my own voice I whispered for him to treat me like a
bad naughty little girl. I begged him to touch me, to kneel down behind me
and plant soft lingering kisses on my nylons. I told him I would do
anything he wanted me to do and while I gave myself over to my girly side I
moved my hand across my naked ass cheek until I could touch my asshole with
the tip of my middle finger. Never having touched myself like that before I
started to push my middle finger into my ass foolishly thinking I could
slip it in without any difficulty. Man was I wrong. Hey I didn't know that
guys had to grease up before inserting something into their own ass.

I felt pain as I pushed my finger in my ass but I was so determined to
pretend that it was Marks cock going into me that I just grunted through
the pain and keep on working it in deeper and deeper until I buried it up
against the palm of my hand. God even though fingering myself hurt I was
having fun fantasizing about Mark butt fucking me and treating me like a
pretty little girl. As I became more and more caught up in my desires I
really started talking dirty to myself as I imagined him reaching down to
swat me across my ass. I could hear his voice in my head as he started to
call me mean nasty names ordering me to call him my daddy and beg him to
give me all of his hard cock. I was so far gone in my fantasy and talking
so freaking loud I didn't hear the door to the basement open and never
heard mom walk down the steps and come to a stand still at the bottom of
the stairwell. I had my eyes tightly shut and my face was pressed into my
mattress as I jabbed my finger deep into my ass.

I remember saying over and over again how I wanted Mark to make me his
little fuck girl. I spoke of wanting him to love me and fuck me in my
nylons and tell me how soft they were and how much he enjoyed having me
dress up like a hot little girl for him. I remember sobbing out loud as I
begged and begged to have him kiss my pretty nylons and grab me by my
ankles and hold my legs apart as he ass fucked me like a little fuck
bitch. As I lost myself in my fantasy I felt like I could almost feel his
cock buried deep in my ass and I do remember calling out yes, yes, yes, as
I started shooting off. Lord I was utterly spent when I finished cumming
and I remember the very real pain I felt as I withdrew my dry finger from
my ass and let myself collapse against the side of my bed. While I laid
there all crumpled up taking deep breaths waiting for my heart to stop
racing I heard mom loudly clear her throat to let me know that she was
behind me and I almost broke my neck twisting around to look over my
shoulder at her. Once again she had caught me doing something nasty and I
felt like I could just shrivel up and die as I tried hard to discern the
look she had on her face. Totally mortified realizing she had watched me
finger fuck my own ass I scrambled up to my feet trying to grab my robe as
quickly as I could and cover my nakedness. As I hurriedly got my robe on
mom remained standing at the foot of the stairs. Overwhelmed with shame I
turned to face her ready to receive a screaming fit thrown at me but when I
looked up at her all she did was slowly bring her hands together in front
of her and then she slowly inclined her head towards me ever so slightly
before she spun around and without saying a word she went up the steps and
straight out the basement door. Once she was gone I had nothing to do but
clean myself up.

I don't expect anyone to recall that earlier in my first or second
installment, somewhere back there, I wrote about never stealing another
pair of mom's nylon stockings from her or that I never wore her stolen
stockings again after I buried the last pair I snuck out of her underwear
drawer when I was still a pre-teen. Well that's true to a degree. You see I
may have never stolen another pair of her nylons but in November of 1973
after mom came downstairs into my room and watched me finger fuck my own
ass and jack off pretending that I was dressed up in nylon stockings
pretending to have queer sex with another boy she did something very
special for me. You see I never stole another pair of nylon stockings from
her because the next day, Sunday, I stayed away from the house all day and
didn't come home until just before dark. I was really embarrassed over mom
catching me being nasty with myself and I spent the whole day back in the
swamp just hanging out trying hard to stay away from home for as long as I
could. But eventually I knew I had to go home so just after sunset I got
home and went downstairs to my room. Around eight that evening I went
upstairs and jumped into the shower trying hard to avoid mom and when I got
back to my room and opened up my underwear drawer to grab a pair of clean
shorts I was astonished to find all neatly folded up and lying on top of my
underwear two pairs of nylon stockings and an absolutely beautiful tan
colored lace garter belt. Placed so it leaned against the hosiery and
garter belt was a hand written note from mom. In disbelief I grabbed it and
opened it up to read:

"My poor sweet little boy, I'm giving you my stockings and this garter belt
because watching what you did to yourself last night just broke my
heart. I'm so sorry I had to find you like that. You must be in great pain
wishing you had been born a little girl instead of the wonderful sweet boy
that you are. I wish with all my heart I could take you in my arms and help
you with what you must be feeling inside but I don't know what to say to
you or how to help you deal with what you're feeling. All I can do is hope
that these gifts I'm giving you help you in some way. Maybe because I'm
giving you these things you'll eventually learn to accept yourself for who
you are and you'll grow up and meet a really nice girl who'll love you and
care for you like I do. Let my stockings and this garter belt be our little
secret between us. If you feel a need to dress up in them and pretend like
you did last night please know that your mother loves you and I will always
accept you no matter what you decide you want to be. Love Mom. P.S. I know
you were watching me and your dad outside our bedroom window and I know
that as your mother I should not have done what I did that night as you
watched us from outside. Please forgive me for what I did and don't think
any less of me for my moment of weakness."

Now I gotta ask you. How cool was that! If anyone is wondering and I'm sure
some of you reading this must be about whether or not this shit is true
believe me it is. I still have mom's note.

The emotional turmoil I experienced that evening as I sat in my room
thinking about mom giving me my own nylons to wear was pretty intense. I
mean I absolutely loved the idea that I finally had my very own stockings
and a beautiful garter belt to put on and wear anytime I wanted to but
knowing that she knew what I liked to do in them, jack off and pretend I
was a hot little nasty girl made me feel ashamed of myself. What was she
thinking I wondered to myself? Whatever made her think that she needed to
do this? What kind of mother gives nylon stockings to her son? Was she
insane or what? I was having a hard time accepting the fact that mom had
actually done what she did and it was unsettling knowing she knew I had
these girly homosexual feelings inside me and I really couldn't understand
if she actually believed that giving me nylons was going to help me somehow
outgrow or at least play out these feelings I had about wishing I were a
girl. So for a long time that evening I just sat in my room trying to get a
handle on things while asking myself if I should just grab her stockings
and the garter belt and throw them away and get rid of them or if I should
keep them and use them for what mom knew I would want to use them for? Back
and forth I kept coming up with reasons to grab the dam things and go
outside and dump them in our trash can but then every time I thought I had
finally convinced myself to go throw them away I always managed to talk
myself out of doing it because I desperately wanted to keep them and dress
up in them. Eventually it was my own hard little cock which decided on
things for me. You see every time I looked over at the stockings my cock
got painfully hard. But when I looked away and got back to thinking about
how incredibly weird this whole situation was I'd quickly lose my
erection. Man I was going back and forth so much between getting hard and
soft that my dick was aching until finally after really being honest with
my feelings and letting myself feel how intensely hard my cock got looking
her nylons I decided to forget about throwing them away and give in to the
intense sexual desire I had to dress up in them.  Getting up I went to my
dresser and grabbed the garter belt and held it up in front of me. Pausing
for a moment to enjoy how pretty it looked I studied it closely to see how
you put it on and adjust it so it would fit right. I saw on one end of the
belt there were three small little wire hoops sewn into the fabric one
behind the other. On the other end were two little hooks you set through
the hoops to clip the belt together. Which little hoop you set the hook
through determined the fit so once I figured that part out I held the belt
out in front of me and slid my fingers to either end and because it felt
more girly for me to do it that way I brought the garter belt up against my
stomach and reached behind me to clip it together. I had to use my fingers
to locate the right hoop to set the hook in and I fumbled around behind my
back for a bit for bit tugging the belt together so I could adjust it to
fit me properly. The moment I found the right fit I hooked it together and
looked down to stare at the thing and I shivered in excitement as I thought
to myself how pretty the garter belt looked on me. Enjoying how wickedly
nasty it felt to have the front straps touching my thighs I wiggled my
naked ass so I could feel how deliciously nasty it was to have the back
straps dangle down across my naked ass cheeks and gently slap against my
skin. Now that I had the garter belt on I reached down and grabbed the
nylon stockings. Mom had given me two pairs a black pair and a dark brown
pair. Both were reinforced heel and toe and I actually had a bit of
difficulty deciding upon which color I wanted to put on first but
eventually I settled on the black pair because mom had on black stockings
the night I peeped in on her and dad and watched them fuck. Setting the
brown nylons back down on my dresser I went over to my bed and sat down and
put the black stockings on. God it felt so good to put on real stockings
again. I had never worn a garter belt before so I had a bit of trouble
clipping the strap clasps onto my stocking tops but eventually I managed it
and once I had the stockings on I stood up so I could adjust the garter
straps to the right length for my legs. I love wearing tight stockings so I
slid the strap adjustment all the way up to the top of the straps so my
stockings were pulled tightly up my legs. Now that I had finished dressing
up I just gave myself over to the feelings I had about nylons and how I
wished I could always be nothing more than just a naughty nasty little
girly-boy. Man I jacked off hard that evening and I loved every minute of
my self gratification as I laid on my bed alternately fantasizing about
Mark fucking me and mixing that image up with me fucking mom like I had
seen dad do. Hell at some point I even recalled my old fantasy of those two
old men raping me that day I stole my sister's pantyhose. It was a great
evening for me and while I jacked off I kept looking at my legs and
delighted in how pretty I looked in my stockings. When I finally came I
shot so hard that I actually squirted up onto my face and hit myself just
below my bottom lip. Feeling my own hot cum on my chin I stuck out my
tongue and touched the gooey blob thinking I would slick it up and eat it
but I pulled back right away once I tasted how bitter it was. That's when I
learned that real cum, the actual shot itself, doesn't taste like pre-cum
which I like to eat from my cock and swallow. Real cum is bitter and I
suppose if you like eating it you have to acquire a taste for it like
people do for coffee. I never have though. I do however think its really
erotic to have a man squirt a cum shot on to your body or into your face
and sometimes when I'm jacking off I will scoot up to the wall and put my
ass up on it and work myself into such a position that when I shoot off I
can let my own cum splatter right into my face because doing that really
makes me feel girly and incredibly nasty but I always keep my mouth closed
when I cum like that. Needless to say I spent a lot of time enjoying myself
downstairs in my bedroom that year dressing myself up in the nylon
stockings mom gave me.


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