My Mother's Nylons

Author's Note

The slow burn continues.

Anna is such a sexual creature, she'll never be satisfied with just "ordinary sex". As we'll see in this chapter, Anna needs more. A lot more.

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Chapter Three

My 4-Day Training - Phase 2

Saturday Morning - 3:10 AM

I picked up the plastic baggy Anna had tossed into my lap. Inside was a pair of nylons. My heart rate kicked up a beat.

My mother had introduced me to the sensuous feel of nylon on my skin only a few days ago. If there was any doubt I shared her fetish, my cock just shattered any such illusions. It sprang to attention in anticipation that my mother's nylons would soon encase my legs.

Anna had just put a cage on my dick - the result of my prematurely cumming against her instructions. It was her way of showing me that instant gratification was a terrible way to enjoy sex, for both of us. She was teaching me that holding out, making it last, was the path to incredible sex.

A few moments ago she had proven it. When at last I came after three hours of edging, my orgasm was absolutely transcendental - easily the most powerful of my life. But as she reminded me, it could have been ten times better had she actually been a part of it. Instead I came uncontrollably by my own hand.

She showed me that when I blow my load inside of three minutes, not only does she not get to feel my iron pole inside her for long enough to cum herself, but my own sense of passion is diminished by my premature cumming.

Anna has a better way. And it involves training my cock not to spurt uncontrollably whenever it gets excited. That's why the cage.

It's only temporary.

Right?

She had explained her reasons for the cage.

"Only with hours and hours of edging, only if you give me full control of your orgasms for the entire long weekend, can I train you to use that massive piece of meat you've been gifted with. Wouldn't you love to pleasure the inside of a woman's vagina for hours and hours of mind-blowing sex? Isn't that worth a little training and discomfort for a few hours?"

She had warned me there would be consequences for cumming without permission during my training. So it was my own fault. She was right to do it. My goal now is to earn the right to be free.

I opened the baggy and extracted the small handful of filmy gorgeousness. Holding the nylons from the welts and letting the full length of them drift over my legs, I was overcome by the filmy transparent aura of pure femininity emanating from these little works of art.

Anna crossed her silky legs. That audible

swish

always affects me deeply, slipping damp lusty tendrils of female sex deep into my brain. "This is a wonderfully elegant pair of six denier ultra-sheer seamless nylons, made by the French atelier Maison Close. You can see the Maison signature on the welt. Being seamless, they have no reinforcement on the heels or toes. They are extremely fine, with a silky satiny touch. Here, put on these hosiery gloves, I don't want you snagging these beauties."

Until the last few days, the idea of putting nylons on my legs had never crossed my mind. In fact had anyone suggested such a thing to me, I would have shuddered, thinking it was too weird.

Now I wondered if I could possibly get them on without cumming all over myself, even if I was wearing a cage.

After donning the gloves, I bunched up the first stocking like Anna had taught me and placed my foot into the opening. After I pulled the luxury nylon over my toes and then my heel, I got even more excited. Not having to worry about getting a seam straight made it easy. I let out a bit of the nylon from my fingers as I pulled it up my leg. The fit was tight and the texture of the silky material was incredibly stirring.

When I was done, Anna helped me fasten the garters, four per leg.

"These are some of the finest nylons made," she said. "Feel how luxurious and sexy they are. Go on, cross your legs, get a good feel for them."

I gently rubbed my legs with my open hands. The silky feel of the nylon on my skin was so luxurious and sexy. A wave of pure femininity swarmed over my body and my brain, sending me into a fog of lust.

Oh fuck.

If anything, she underplayed it.

If anything, I underestimated how it would affect my cock.

Anna looked into my eyes and smiled. Holding my gaze, she made a claw with one of her hands and gently traced her glossy crimson nails along my inner thigh. The nylon amplified her touch, not in a painful way, but sensually, electrically, sending little shockwaves directly into my cock and balls, bending my brain and making me deliriously horny.

These French stockings were different.

I was convinced these nylons had been designed specifically to keep their wearer in a constant state of pure wanton lust. I understood. I got why women wear them, why they cross and uncross their legs so much. I wondered if women who wear gorgeous nylons on the streets of New York are, by definition, horny as fuck.

I get it.

I looked up in alarm as Anna held me in her thrall. I swished my legs together with greater urgency. Despite the cage, I was ready to cum.

Anna sensed it. She withdrew her nails and spread my knees apart with the backs of her hands.

"I love that these affect you so deeply," she said. "But you can't cum. Not like this."

I shifted to ease the strain on my cock. The bulk of the cage didn't help.

"Let's get your cage secured," Anna said, seeing my discomfort. "Here." She stood in front of me. Her gorgeous, long, lean legs layered in oil shine Cecilia de Rafael crotchless pantyhose overlain with her signature Gio fully-fashioned Havana Heel nylons were within easy reach. Her pussy was at eye level. I didn't know which was sexier, or which I wanted to put my mouth on first.

Anna slipped her thumbs into the top of her silk panties and slid them down over her stockings, letting them drop to her black patent leather stilettos. Her naked pussy stared directly into my face. Without bending over, she hooked her panties with an elongated leather toe, picked them off the floor, and held them out to me.

"Put these on, lover," she said simply.

Meanwhile, her bare, pinky pussy throbbed just inches from my mouth, swollen and glistening in the lamplight of the darkened bedroom.

Wordlessly, I slid Anna's panties over my feet and pulled them on.

What nearly drove me over the edge was how wet they were. Her juices coated my skin; her pheromones coiled around my dick and squeezed it hard.

A drop of her juices dripped down my leg.

My Anna is deliriously horny.

The bulky cock cage didn't really fit inside her panties. It bulged uncomfortably under the silky fabric.

I couldn't wait to entwine my nylon legs with Anna's while we make incredible, all-night love. I reminded myself that this entire four-day weekend with my mother was entirely devoted to making me a lover worthy of her relentless libido. I reminded myself to trust in Anna.

She sat on the edge of the bed. "We have to talk." Never good words from your (hoped for) lover. I lay with my back against the headboard. Anna sat with her back against the footboard of the bed, propped on a bunch of pillows, facing me. Our legs intertwined, with one of her nylon feet resting in my crotch, the other beside my hip.

I thrilled in the nylon-on-nylon touch of our legs sliding across each other. Little electric shocks reverberated around my body and tickled my balls.

"I want you to know something about me," Anna continued. "Your father is the only person, other than my doctor and my therapist, who know what I'm about to tell you."

"Sounds heavy, Anna. What's going on?"

Anna held my gaze for a moment. "I have a neurological disease with similar symptoms to Parkinson's Disease."

"What?" I cried. "Mom - Anna - this is awful! Are you going to be okay?"

"Relax. I've been taking a prescribed drug twice daily since I was a teenager. These drugs successfully combat the symptoms. My doctors don't expect the disease to get worse over time."

"That's good, right?"

"Right. What you need to know is the drugs I'm taking are part of a class of drugs called Dopamine Agonists. On a small percentage of users, they have a very powerful unintended side effect."

"Dopamine? That's a brain chemical, right?"

"Right. They affect my brain in a very extreme way. My therapist diagnosed it as Hyper Sexuality Syndrome. You see, my brain is chemically attuned to needing sex constantly."

"You're addicted to sex?"

"And not just because I like it. I need it. Constantly. It's what drove your father away. My therapist told me if a prescription drug drastically affects your life or your relationships, that's a major red flag. She said when extreme behaviors result from using a drug, you should change the drug.

"But the thing is...I like it. I like

me

. I don't want to change. I love that feeling of electricity that runs through my body and my brain twenty-four hours a day. I love being perpetually, acutely horny. It's a part of me. It's who I am. And there's nothing wrong with it. I just need - a healthy outlet for my addiction."

Oh fuck. Now I'm getting it. "That means me."

"Oh Danny, I hope so. I really do."

"Wow." Part of me said I was taking advantage of my mother's disease. But when I thought about it, having me as her sexual outlet is far better than Anna going out and fucking randoms every day. That would ultimately lead to disaster.

So in a way, I'm saving her life by being her sex partner.

I'll be saving my mother's life by fucking her every day.

Anna shifted uncomfortably. "Have I scared you?"

Her confident tone was betrayed by her worried expression. Now I understood: Anna's health and our life together depended on what I said next.

"I'm with you. I'm here for you one hundred percent."

Anna breathed a sigh of relief. "I do love you, Danny. I'm so relieved."

"I'm glad you told me. It helps to understand you so much more."

Anna's entire body relaxed. It was obvious she had been dreading this conversation.

"You're right. Let's move on. Your next lesson is in pleasuring a woman. You have to learn how to do that with tenderness, love, and passion. But I'm going to start by teaching you technique. You have to supply the rest. Ready?"

I nodded.

"You've never eaten pussy before, have you?"

"Is it that obvious?"

That made her laugh. "Spread your legs."

When I did so, Anna crab-walked between my legs and sat facing me with her bum on the mattress, even with my knees. She placed her nylon legs over my thighs so her lower legs were wrapped around my hips on either side of me.

Her pussy was wide open, only a few inches from my balls.

My gorgeous, sexy mother put her fingers on her pussy and pulled it open so I could plainly see the pink interior of her. That, I told myself, is my ultimate goal.

I need to get my cock inside that.

Inside its rigid cage, my cock bounced.

"This, young man, is a pussy. If you and I get through your training, this may be the only pussy you ever see. A woman's pussy is a very delicate and complicated instrument. I'm going to show you exactly how she works, what she wants, and why she cums."

I thought about how incredibly lucky I was to have Anna. What young guys have ever had a life lesson like this? I was determined not to blow it.

Anna slid her fingers along her opening. "These are my pussy lips. They are called the outer labia, running from top to bottom. The walls of my vagina are the inner labia. While they are a little sensitive, stimulating them alone does not cause a woman to orgasm. Not me, anyway."

She licked her fingers then slid them up to the top of her opening. "This is my clitoris. This little nubbin here is the real deal. That's where the orgasm begins. It's very sensitive and needs a lot of lubrication. Most women need clitoral stimulation to cum. I certainly do."

Very interesting. Now how do I get my stiff rod inside of that?

"At the top of my vagina, see there's a little rough line? See how it runs inside my vagina? Just inside there is my G-Spot. The G-Spot is sometimes hard to find, but when I get aroused, it swells up like a horny balloon. Fingers and tongues and big fat cock sliding along my G-Spot give me plenty of orgasms. If you can stimulate my clit and my G-spot at the same time, well, keep your fingers and toes inside the vehicle at all times, 'cause you're in for a rough ride."

It was my turn to laugh.

"Down below are my B-Glands. When I'm stimulated, that's where my natural lubrication comes from."

"Why the anatomy lesson, Anna? I think I know what to do."

"Really? So you think you know what to do. And what exactly is that? Take your stiff prick, slide it in here, stroke a few times and blow your load inside me? Pump and Dump? Is that what you plan to do?

"Or do you think I'll be so grateful for your glorious meat inside me I won't be able resist cumming, over and over, as you cycle your great steely rod in and out of my needy pussy? Is that what you think?"

Well, yeah. That's sex. She just described it. Right there. The key to a man being a good lover is that he does all those things but holds from cumming long enough so that she gets off. That's why she's edging me. To make me last longer. Right?

"I know exactly what you're thinking, Girly Man. But you're wrong.

"The secret to a woman's vagina is that everything is connected. The pussy lips are stimulated, the B-Gland secrets some lubrication. Get me started with your saliva or a really good lube until my own juices take over. My clit is very sensitive, so you start very gently. She loves to be nice and wet, all the time. When my clit gets stimulated, my B-Gland starts to gush, and my G-Spot swells. And the G-Spot loves friction and massage. When all that happens just right, I get very, very, horny. I mean, we're talking medieval, sex demon level horny.

"I've got a very special gift. I know I'm insatiable. My sex drive is a twelve out of ten. The drugs are one reason. Here's another. Have a look."

I bent a little closer. Anna was pulling her vagina wide apart with her fingers. I never knew how sexy a woman's vagina was. Getting up close and personal with her living tunnel made me hard as a rock. Fuck I wanted to ram my dick into that clingy, wet tunnel!

"Give me your hand." Anna put three of my fingers into her mouth and rolled her tongue around them. Holy fuck that felt sexy. My dick nearly exploded when she did that.

She took my wet fingers and slid two of them inside her vagina, pads up. "Explore a bit in there, Danny. Do you feel that? Do you feel the swelling there, on the top of my tunnel?"

I did. It was firm, but puffy, and it went several inches deep inside of her. Further than my fingers would reach.

"That's my G-Spot. But unlike for most other women, it's not a spot. It's a long tube of nerve endings, and it's always swollen. It's five times bigger than the average G-Spot and it's got ten times the nerve endings."

"Wow, Anna. No wonder you love sex so much."

"OK take your fingers out before I get too stimulated."

She pulled up on her clit. "See my clit? See how big it is? In female terms, it's a monster. And it's connected directly to my G-Spot, or G-Tube as I like to call it. And when my clit gets stimulated, my B-Gland literally gushes natural lubricant.

"What all this means is that when I get stimulated, with fingers, a tongue, a cock, a vibrator, my sexual response goes through the roof. My orgasms are multiple times the average woman's in intensity and I have multi-orgasmic capability. With the right stimulation, or the right partner, I can cum endlessly, over and over and over and over again.

"My G-tunnel is so puffy, so sensitive, so connected to my clitoris, I can trigger an orgasm by just crossing my legs and bouncing my foot a little.

"And so, I never want to stop. Once I'm stimulated, my vagina turns me into an insatiable, horny slut. I go mad with lust, powered by an enormous, super-sensitive, insatiable G-Tube Clitoris. My glorious cunt propels me into unimaginably intense orgasms. If I let her, my pussy would string together an endless chain of orgasm after orgasm, each one as powerful as the last. It's my superpower.

"And..." I said.

"Right. My dopamine brain. Put it all together, and I'm pretty much one hundred percent focused on sex, how to get it, how keep it going and going and going, how to get more, how to make it fun, exciting, inventive, well, you get the idea."

"Fuck, Anna, how did you ever become a calculus professor with all that sex in your brain?"

"It's my Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder. Combined with the excess dopamine in my brain and my unusual vaginal anatomy, I'm a relentless sex machine. When I focus on sex, I can't stop. I have to have it, over and over and over.

"But I learned to focus on other things. I've loved mathematics since I can remember. When I turned my focus to that, my brain absorbed everything it was exposed to. It became my 'other passion'. Believe it or not, calculus can stimulate my brain nearly as powerfully as sex. Last week I was working on a differential equation solution in my office. I got so worked up, I crossed my legs and had an orgasm right at my desk."

"Wow. I'd better learn some calculus."

Anna laughed. "One thing at a time. I prefer we concentrate on sex. Calculus doesn't usually give me orgasms."

My turn to laugh. "Sex and calculus. What a combination."

"I feel blessed beyond words. My OCD is a gift. I wouldn't trade it away for anything."

Now I get why the anatomy lesson. The description of her drug-induced sex addiction.

Anna's hyper-sexual brain matches her hyper-sexual physiology.

This stunning woman, the sexiest most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes on, is completely attuned to sex, both mentally and physically. She's a living, breathing sex machine.

Part of me couldn't wait to be the recipient of all that insatiable lust.

Part of me wondered what the hell I had got myself into.

"There's more," Anna said. "A lot more." She pulled her pussy lips apart again. "Watch this."

I stared at my mother's glorious vagina. But then I noticed it move. Her pussy lips curled around her fingers. Then opened wide.

"What the..."

"I want you to slip two fingers inside me. Give me your hand."

Anna separated two of my fingers and inserted them into her warm, slick snatch. When they were buried up to the knuckles, what felt like a firm mouth closed on them. Startled, I looked closely. Her pussy had formed an "O" around my fingers. Her lips began to ripple around my fingers.

It wasn't just at the outer lips. Her inner lips were undulating along the full length of my fingers in a rolling grip moving from my fingertips to my top knuckles.

The pressure on my fingers was impressive. When I tried to withdraw, her outer lips clamped down and refused to release me.

Anna was gripping and massaging my fingers with her pussy, while holding them prisoner.

"When I was much younger, I learned I could make my labia move. I researched the muscles surrounding the pussy. It took two years, but I learned how to control them.

There's that OCD focus again.

"Not only do I have ten times the average woman's nerve endings in my clitoris and G-Tube, not only do I have the capacity, in fact the NEED, to orgasm many, many times every day to resolve the Dopamine in my brain, I can make my vagina swallow and squeeze all along its depths.

"Your father was horrified. Once I have a cock inside me, it's not going anywhere until I release it. And when I've got a piece of meat inside me, I can turn it to mush while cumming to my heart's content. And all of that is in my control.