A Night Out, A Mother's Nylons S.S.
Josie's Note
Dearest Readers.
Thank you so much for your comments and support over the past year. I love you all.
This is a standalone story involving characters we explored in My Mother's Nylons, a 16-part series involving a young man whose mother trained him to be her greatest lover. It would be helpful to read that series first, but not essential.
This is a story about Anna Grant, 37, fulfilling a promise she made to herself to enact every sexual fantasy she has ever conceived. The story involves a very big transformation for Danny, the son Anna has meticulously trained over many months in bed to be such a great lover that four gorgeous goddesses line up to have sex with him.
The timeline of this story is sometime between Chapters 13 and 14 of My Mother's Nylons, before Danny drops the incest bomb on Hailey.
If you want to see images of most of my characters, including AI reproductions of the real me, go to my website as shown on my profile. Litart dot ca.
And of course, comments are MOST welcome!
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If you've followed my adventures from
My Mother's Nylons
, you'd know my mother Anna is a most remarkable woman. She's overcome so many obstacles in her life.
For one thing, she suffers from Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. In Mom's case, her Obsession is sex and her Compulsion is to have as much sex as she can possibly fit into a 24-hour day. My mother's compulsion is magnified by several factors.
Firstly, Mom suffers from a rare brain disorder. It sounds serious and it is, but it's completely treatable with daily dopamine-based drugs. In very rare cases, these drugs have an extremely powerful side effect on the brain: relentless and overwhelming sexual desire.
This sexual side effect in my mother is vastly greater in intensity than anything her doctors have been able to find from their exhaustive medical research. She is so horny, almost without respite day and night, her doctors considered taking her off the drugs for her own safety. But the effect on Anna's brain if she did not have the drug therapy would be devastating. Besides, as Anna had explained to her doctors, she likes being savagely horny. It's a part of who she is. And what's the harm? she'd argued. After all, her husband is the willing and happy recipient of her relentless sexual aggression. He satisfies her completely, she'd assured them, and together they are deliriously happy.
Except my mother was lying to her doctors. George, her husband and my father, left her a year ago. Anna's sex drive broke his brain and wore out his body, rendering him into a useless husk of a man.
There's more.
My mother was born with a mutated pussy. Her sex organ has a double clitoris and a G-spot so huge and sensitive she calls it her G-tube. Her pussy is alive with nerve endings so numerous and sensitive that when stimulated, drive her insane with lust. They deliver orgasms so powerful, most women would be reduced to babbling, drooling puddles of jelly.
Anna has poly- multi-orgasmic capacity. The poly- part means she can cum from sexual stimulation from nearly anywhere on her body. The multi- part means she can cum a dozen or more times in one sexual encounter. Each of Anna's orgasms is stronger than the last, growing in intensity until they become so powerful she often passes out. Of course my father was never capable of taking her that far, so when he faded to sleep from exhaustion, she'd pull out her massive collection of sex toys and keep going. Those sex toys got a lot of use.
So it isn't surprising my mother is a sex addict of the highest order. Her brain and her body are 100% tuned for sex and when she gets it, her orgasms are brain-breakingly powerful.
My father. I wasn't kidding about him.
One day I found the letter he left behind when he'd moved out. In it, he'd described their life together in a typical 24-hour period.
Twice daily she'd force him to ingest powerful ED drugs, a dose in the morning and a dose in the evening, to keep him perennially hard.
Each night she'd drag him to bed no later than 9:00 PM, frequently earlier. She'd demand sex until midnight or longer, during which time she'd cum six or seven times. In the middle of the night, it would not be unusual for her to wake him from a deep sleep, either with her pussy on his mouth, or his dick in hers. She would not stop until they had both orgasmed, in her case multiple times. In the morning, he wasn't permitted to get out of bed until he'd fucked her or sucked her to at least one orgasm.
Occasionally she'd show up at his work for lunch, having rented a room midtown where she would ply him for sex. Or she might hide under his desk during a meeting and blow him in the presence of his unsuspecting clients. Mom and Dad could never drive anywhere without Anna pulling his dick out and slithering her fat juicy lips around his cock while he was navigating traffic. The backs of taxis, especially at night, were fertile hunting ground for her cum-addicted mouth.
And if you think that's something, the weekends were insane. Once a month or so, on a Friday night she'd lure him into their bedroom and bolt the door. I wouldn't see him until Monday after school. She'd venture out occasionally for supplies, but as I later found out, he was usually tied to the bed or some other restraining apparatus in their rooms, so I rarely saw him on those weekends. I'd only found out later he wasn't always a completely willing prisoner.
Some of her favorite sex games were to dress him up in her sexy nylons and lingerie, then fuck his brains out after tying him to the bed. She desperately wanted him to go out on a date with her while dressed as a woman, but there he held his ground. That, he'd said, was a non-starter.
Over time, his resistance to Anna's advances became more pointed. Oh, she tried to bring him around. But he became increasingly difficult. He grew even more distant, more resistant. In time, he'd withheld sex altogether. This denial drove her insane with lust. She tried everything to bring him around. Sexy lingerie and nylons, sexual shock therapy, even reducing her demands on his body. But none of it worked.
As a final desperate measure, Anna lured my father to Vegas where she surprised him by checking him into a BDSM hotel. Before he could protest, four gorgeous Amazonian dominatrices surrounded my father and dragged him kicking and screaming into their darkest sex dungeon. They lashed him down and worked him over non-stop for four days and nights. Their plan was to turn his brain using continuous sex therapy, feeding him ED drugs and fucking the resistance out of him. Near the end, Anna would take over and finish him off.
It didn't work. Of course it didn't work. When they got back home he left her, a bruised and broken man.
But that's not all.
My mother's a Ph.D. in applied mathematics. She teaches Calculus at New York University. She's written a book -
Partial Differential Equations and the Search for Extraterrestrial Life
.
Yeah, she's brilliant too.
So it may not surprise you to learn that my mother is a scholar of the sexual arts. She could teach sex at the post-doctorate level, if such a thing existed. But there are no students for such a curriculum.
Except me.
This past summer, my mother Anna was my sex teacher. She spent four months molding me into her greatest lover. She taught me what a woman needs in a man if he is to satisfy her completely. She taught me female anatomy. I learned about female sex-brain chemistry. She taught me how to pleasure her almost beyond her endurance, giving her mind blowing orgasm after orgasm. She'd explained that by delaying my own reward, I was giving both of us pleasure beyond compare. She'd said if I learned her lessons well, gorgeous women would be clamoring to have sex with me and the good ones, the married ones, would pass me around like a sexy pair of shoes.
She taught me how to last inside a woman's pussy for hours if I wanted, or if she did.
My mother and I spent an entire summer in bed, starting with a four-day marathon of non-stop sex.
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Author's note: All this is portrayed in my series My Mother's Nylons!
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In short, my mother is my sex goddess, and I would do anything for her.
Anything.
Even what she has planned for me tonight.
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My older sister Erika turned to kiss my mother and me goodbye. She was meeting Hailey, who had lived in my dorm earlier this year at college in Albany. I haven't seen Hailey since I left school and moved back to New York to live with Mom. Hailey quit school herself last month and moved to New York to get a job.
When Erika first laid eyes on Hailey last fall, it was lust at first sight. Tall, athletic, with long brilliant red hair, full red lips, spectacular legs and a body that wars could be fought over. Hailey asked me out a few times, but I'd declined because I was having regular sex with her equally gorgeous mother Josie.
Erika is a doppelganger of my mother, an exact replica, right down to their rather unique physiology.
The instant the door closed, my mother took my hand and led me into her bedroom, gesturing for me to sit on the edge of the bed. She closed the door and stood with her back to me, staring at the wood, the flat of her hand resting on the stained oak of the frame, as if for support.
Something was on her mind.
My eyes swept her body from toe to head. From the black suede 4-inch Jennifer Chamandi stiletto heels, her long shapely legs were adorned with glossy black ultra-sheer fully fashioned Gio nylons, their back seams running from the sexy double-triangle Charleston heel pattern of the fine nylon stockings, up the prominent calf muscles of her lean legs, to the mid-thigh hemline of the buttery-soft black leather miniskirt that clung to her full round hips like a second skin, tailored dramatically to her tiny wasp-like waist. Tucked into the skirt, she wore an ultra-sheer plain white blouse, its gossamer fabric revealing the smooth muscles of her back and shoulders, framing two feet of thick black waves of her massive curly mane.
Fuck she's sexy.
Anna turned abruptly to face me. She leaned her shoulders against the door, her hands grasping the doorknob behind her back. Her fat crimson lips glistened in the low bedroom light. They'd formed a juicy pout, as if eager for a kiss, or perhaps for something else.
Anna slid her wet tongue along her upper lip. It's one of her tells. She's ready to pounce. "Notice anything different, Danny?"
Can't say that I did.
I shook my head, but it felt like I was being tested.
Anna graced me with a gentle smile and stepped towards the bed, taking her time, the
clack, clack, clack
of her heels resounding on the hardwood plank floors.
Her eyes never left mine as she closed the gap between us. Her hips swayed suggestively; her mouth was slightly open; her hands hung casually at her side. The walk of a professional runway model, one foot placed in front of the other, tits out, gaze straight ahead, laser focused on me.
Coming to a stop before me, my mother placed her wrists on my shoulders and laced her fingers behind my neck.
