Susan opened her front door and fought her way in with a large number of shopping bags, at 47 she was an attractive divorced mother of two children in their late teens. She placed the bags on the floor of the hallway, kicked off her heels and flexed her nylon encased toes. She loved her heels but seriously doubted that they were designed by a woman. Collecting up the bags, she went into the kitchen to unload.
After packing away an inordinate amount of food for three people she grabbed an armful of toiletries and a couple of packets of new tights and went upstairs to her bedroom to put them away.
As she approached her bedroom door she could hear noises coming from inside, puzzled and a little concerned she crept silently towards the doorway. Looking through the partially open door she was horrified to see Sam, her 19 year old son, lying on her bed dressed in a pair of her tights and nothing else. She couldn't help but notice how large her sons erection was, producing an impressive nylon tent in the tights. He was masturbating through the tights and had another pair of her tights on his face, sucking the crotch into his mouth.
"oooohhh mum you taste sooooo good," his muffled voice said through the nylon "That's it, suck me hard you dirty slut!"
Susan stood in complete shock, mortified that her son was masturbating in her underwear and clearly fantasising about her. What horrified her more that the event she was witnessing was the moist patch appearing in her knickers, she was actually finding the whole scene erotic.
My god, she thought to herself, I'm as depraved as him.
It had been a very long time since she had felt the touch of another man and in recent years she had even become disinterested in her toys or masturbating when alone. Yet as she watched her son grip and jerk his impressive tool she became more erotically charged than she ever felt possible.
Swallowing hard and deciding that she couldn't just walk away from this, she silently pushed the door open and walked in, placing the toiletries on her dressing table and causing Sam to become aware of her presence.
"Holy fuck!" he screamed as he tried to cover himself, "Oh god, oh god, oh god!" was all he could muster.
Susan looked over at the terrified young man huddling on the bed and gave him a reassuring smile before walking over and sitting next to him.
Oh god, thought Sam, She's going to give me the "it's ok chat" and that "it'll be our little secret". Sam closed his eyes, wishing a hole to open up and swallow him.
Susan looked at her shaking hands and then at Sam who was still trying to conceal his softening erection.
"How long have you been wearing my tights," she asked.
"Errm I'm not sure," Sam replied, "maybe a couple of years."
"Do you wear your sisters as well?" Susan stared into his eyes, looking for a flinch to indicate he was lying.
Sam looked at floor, unable to face her "Yes." He replied weakly.
"Do you fantasise about her in the same way too?" Susan asked pointedly.
Sam looked up from floor in a jolt and stared at her, oh god she heard me, his face flushed a deeper red and all he could do was nod slowly.
Susan began to feel sorry for Sam, he was clearly mortified at being caught out and his sexual perversions now completely unveiled to his mother, so she sought to reassure him.
"I'll let you into a little secret," she placed a hand on one of his nylon covered thighs and began stroking gently before leaning forward and whispering into his ear "At first I was disgusted with you, then with me because I found that I was really turned on watching you."
Sam looked at his mother in her eyes, unable to speak, her words rattling through his brain as she leaned closer and gently kissed him on the lips. Sam remained still, paralysed and unable to believe what was happening. Susan glanced down and saw his erection growing again, she noted that he clearly took after his father and smiled to herself. She began to kiss him again, his mouth opening slightly this time, accepting her tongue as she probed inside his mouth, her hand moving up his thigh and onto the nylon encased hardness. She massaged the tip through the nylon before gripping it firmly and jerking it back on forth.
She pulls her lips away and looks him in the eyes "I believe you were fantasising about me sucking you!"
Susan plunges her face into Sam's lap, gripping his bulging tool and taking him in her mouth as Sam sucks in a deep breath. Susan is beyond sensitive now, hungrily devouring her son through the sensuous material as Sam grabs her head and screams out "god no!" as he pulses inside his mothers mouth and she feels the salty warm semen flood through the tights and fill her mouth. Sam's bulge begins to soften as Susan gently cleans the sticky mess with her tongue before pulling the tights down over his softening member and taking him into her mouth to clean him properly.
Sam's breathing slowly returned to normal as his mother stroked his flaccid tool, she leaned towards him, whispering into his ear;
"I see you enjoyed that, hope that he wakes up soon as I'm not finished yet, I believe that I am a dirty slut?"
Sam looked away again, still embarrassed by the predicament he had been caught in and Susan was clearly enjoying the wind up.
Susan lay back on the bed and pulled her skirt up over her waist to reveal her sheer tan tights covering a pair of lacy white knickers.
"Come on then!" She ordered, "I believe you like the taste of my crotch!"
Sam obediently moved in between her legs and gently kissed her inner thigh, moving upwards towards her warm mound hi began to probe gently through the tights and knickers, forcing the moist material into her accepting hole.
Susan lay back and closed her eyes, resting her hands on Sam's head and pulling him gently into her, it had been a very long time since she had enjoyed the pleasure of a tongue, Sam's father was very lax in that department but Sam seemed to take to it very well. Sam began to kiss down her thighs, her calves and to her feet, still slightly moist from wearing heels all day. Sam buried his face in her warm soles, tasting and inhaling her warm musky scent before gently kissing and sucking her toes.
Susan had never experienced this before, nor given much thought towards it, but in the moment she was overcome with pleasure and began writhing on the bed, moaning as her orgasm began to approach.
Sensing that his mother was close, Sam plunged his face firmly into her crotch and began to force his tongue in deeper and harder through the material, Susan screamed out to rip open her tights which he gleefully did before pulling her knickers to one side and pushing his tongue in deep. She tasted every bit as good as he imagined and he held his face firmly against her crotch and licked her firmly, deeply and faster.
Susan's moans became screams, she gripped his head and held him against her crotch as her hips bucked and her orgasm pulsed through her body. Sam was blissfully unaware of what was about to happen as his mothers orgasm exploded, her juices flooding into his mouth which surprised him but he gratefully accepted, swallowing all she could produce as her body slowly returned to normal and she lay still, breathless with pleasure.
