Literotic asexstories – Mommy, You've Been Naughty by MicheleNylons,MicheleNylons
Chapter One – The Beginning
Brendan’s mother came into his bedroom unannounced and she was very lucky that she hadn’t come in five minutes earlier otherwise she would have found her son masturbating whilst sniffing a pair of her panties that he had fished from the laundry hamper the day before.
“I’m off to work now Brendan, don’t you go spending all day in bed,” she leaned in and tousled his hair, enveloping him in a cloud of exotic perfume as she kissed his cheek.
Susan Montclair turned on her high heels and left the room. Under the coverlet his hard cock twitched. It grew to full tumescence as he stared at his mother’s big ass swinging from side to side in that tight skirt and her long legs encased in her sheer shiny nude pantyhose.
Susan Montclair and her sister Veronica were the CEOs and sole operators of the Women’s Savings Bank, a charity that helped women of modest means find affordable housing and assisted living. The two sisters operated the business from an office downtown and they were practitioners of the edict: ‘you don’t have to spend a fortune to look fabulous’. In fact they promoted moderation in all things materialistic and espoused that a sound investment in the future was the means for women to achieve financial independence.
They had a penchant for form-fitting power suits, big hair and high heels and even though they both carried a few extra pounds they did it well. The two thirty-something businesswomen didn’t conventionally advertise, they relied on referrals and word of mouth to run their successful business and looking the part was important when snaring clients and dealing with investors. Women were very critical of other women.
Veronica was had borne two sons who were now fully-grown and had left home and she was divorced from their father and Susan had only Brendan who was eighteen and was waiting to go to college.
Brendan leapt out of bed and opened the curtain just enough to see his mother back out of the driveway in her one year old Prius. He picked up his tablet and padded naked down the hallway to his mother’s bedroom, his long thick cock now flaccid and swinging between his legs. He opened the door to his mother’s bedroom and was assaulted by the scent of Dior Poison, his mother’s favourite perfume. His cock began to swell in anticipation.
He made his way to his mother’s armoire and opened up the doors. It was one of the few pieces of furniture in the house that wasn’t store-bought. He opened the top drawer and delighted in the sight of a colourful array of teddies, chemises, negligées, petticoats, camisoles and slips. They were all satin, charmeuse and nylon and exuded slippery coolness. Brendan lightly ran his fingertips across them being careful not to disturb them.
The next drawer contained his mother’s panties, brassieres and hosiery. Like her undergarments, Susan’s panties and bras were an assortment of colours and also manufactured from silky materials. There were no thongs, tangas or G-strings, his mother favoured control briefs for work and full-cut and hipster briefs for leisure. There were also a few precious pairs of French knickers. The panties were arranged by style with the matching brassieres adjacent.
His mother preferred Wolford control top pantyhose with reinforced toes. He had heard his mother and his aunt discussing hosiery and Susan had expressed that her Wolford control tops struck the ideal balance between sheerness and durability. Although noticeably darker than the lower deniers, they were still very translucent but importantly, less likely to snag if you so much as breathed on them.
One might wonder why an eighteen year old boy would have such an acute interest in hosiery and the answer was simple. Brendan had an intense nylons and lingerie fetish which had become a compulsion. It was not just that. His fetish was focussed primarily on his mother. Being an only child and fatherless Brendan had become fixated by his mother, very possessive of her and jealous of any man who he saw as a rival.
His fondest memories were of being cuddled by his mother and the scent of her perfume or the touch of her garments was enough to excite him sexually. As his mother had always been a business professional and had always dressed accordingly, he also transferred his incestual fetish onto her clothing, particularly her undergarments, hosiery and shoes.
Susan’s high heels were lined up at the bottom of the armoire and she had quite a collection. None of them were Vuitton, Blahnik, Gucci, Louboutin or Choo. They were all chain store brands but the heels were all four inches or higher. Susan might wear cheaper brand high heels but it was one area of her life where she sacrificed comfort for style and one of Brendan’s favourite pastimes was watching his mother take off a shoe and massage her toes through the reinforced nylon of her pantyhose feet or dangle a high heel from her perfectly formed foot encased in sheer nylon.
Besides a featherlight brushing with his fingertips, Brendan was careful not to disturb any of the garments or footwear. He’d had too many uncomfortable conversations with his mother about his fascination with her clothing.
He closed the armoire and went to her walk-in robe where her business suits were lined up hanging on one side of the space and her dresses, skirts and blouses were hung on the other side. Leggings and tights and other leisure and active wear were arranged in wire baskets. There was one pantsuit and one pair of skinny-jeans. Susan Montclair was not one for trousers.
Brendan walked into his mother’s ensuite bathroom and went directly to her laundry hamper to find what he was looking for: yesterday’s panties and pantyhose. He fished them out and brought them to his nose and inhaled his mother’s scent. Her perfume was the most powerful odour, but he could also smell her perspiration, and in the crotch of the panties and pantyhose he could smell her cunt.
His cock was now fully tumescent a silvery strand of pre-ejaculate hung from the glans. Brendan put the crotch insert of his mother’s panties on his cock to absorb the viscous fluid. The feel of the satiny garment on genitals caused his cock to twitch.
Brendan dropped the panties he had stolen yesterday back into the hamper and went back into the bedroom and lay on the bed. The same bed that his mother’s body had warmed not that long ago. He could feel her presence. He put the panties and pantyhose down on the coverlet and fired up the tablet and found the file he was looking for and opened it.
On the screen his mother was walking around her bedroom dressed in her brassiere, panties, pantyhose and heels. She was wearing full makeup and her red hair was coiffed, a satin full-slip and her business suit lay on the bed ready to wear but she had been disturbed by an important business call on her mobile while she was dressing.
This was one of Brendan’s favourite videos of him mother. He liked watching her pace the room talking animatedly on her cell-phone, her red lipsticked lips close to the phone, her free hand playing with her jewellery or stroking her hair. His favourite part was coming up where his mother put the phone on speaker and put it on the coverlet while she bent over and ran her hands up her legs to smooth the wrinkles out of her nylons.
Susan was the kinda gal who wore her panties over her pantyhose. The aesthetic pleased her and she found it more comfortable and although she would never tell anyone except her sister, she figured that as she preferred her skirts on the short side there was always going to be the accidental panty-peek and if that was going to be the case why hide her pretty panties under her control tops?
Brendan was lying on the bed, his mother’s pink satin panties draped over his face so that he could smell and lick the crotch and see through the legholes. He’d carefully rolled the pantyhose onto his cock so that the reinforced toe encased his rock-hard penis. The feel of that delicate garment on his sensitive organ and knowing that his mother’s toes had sweated in them whilst he inhaled the scent of her cunt was enough to invoke an orgasm but he waited for the best part of the video before he allowed himself release.
On the screen his mother ran her hands up her legs, pulling her nylons tight, easing the little wrinkles up past her knees, up her thighs to the dark bands of her control tops. Bent over as she was, her white spandex panties clung to her pudenda, the shape of her cunt clearly outlined in layers of lycra and nylon.
Brandan breathed deep, inhaling his mother’s perfume and the stench of her cunt and released a flood of semen into the toe of her pantyhose, the diaphanous nylon rasping gently on his cock as it juddered and the toe of the nylon turned dark brown as it dampened with his fluids and then a bubble of semen burst through the nylon, clinging to it.
Despite the rapture he was feeling Brendan was careful to make sure that none of his semen got onto the bedspread. He lay there letting his orgasm peak and subside before he moved. He imagined that he looked quite comical walking into his mother’s bathroom with her pantyhose dangling from his hard cock and her panties on his head but this is where he needed to be particularly careful. He’d made the mistake of leaving trace evidence of his perversions in the past and that conversation and the consequences had been very uncomfortable.
Brendan removed the panties from his head and put them on the vanity and then unrolled a handful of toilet paper and carefully dabbed at the semen clinging to the pantyhose. He dried the toe as best he could without leaving any evidence of the toilet tissue then he carefully laid the pantyhose in the hamper and put the pantyhose over them exactly as he had found them.
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