My Mother's Nylons

Author's Note

Danny has come home from one year of college. Suddenly, his newly-single mother Anna is the sexiest woman in his universe. She has a relentless sex drive aided by the unintended, but much-enjoyed side effects of necessary prescription drugs, and powered by an anatomically perfect pussy that gifts her with the capacity for mind-bending poly-multi orgasms. She is understandably helplessly addicted to sex. Her husband couldn't handle her sex drive - and now she's turned her libido towards Danny.

But Danny's only 19 and he's entirely naïve in all matters with the opposite sex. To make him a satisfying sexual partner for a 37-year-old sexpot with a relentless sex drive, Anna must mold Danny into a worthy lover.

They've got a four-day weekend. Anna's plan is to bed Danny for 96 straight hours, feed him a constant cocktail of ED drugs, teach him what a woman needs in bed, and then to fuck the living daylights out of him. When they make it to the other side, Danny will either be Anna's perfect lover, or a broken man.

The first 24 hours were encouraging.

72 hours to go...

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Chapter Five

At the end of Chapter Four, Anna and Danny just had mind-blowing sex on the floor of her shower...

Saturday Evening - 11:30 PM

24 hours since my mother bedded me.

When my cock stopped spasming, she pulled off of me. My cum spewed out of her cunt and onto her nylons. The shower water cascaded onto my mother's thighs, my cum stubbornly clinging to the welts, the garters, and the ultra-sheer stockings stretched over her legs. Eventually the steamy water won out and my cum washed down her nylons, onto the floor, and into the drain.

Over the last 24 hours, my mother had drained every last morsel of sexual energy out of me and eagerly sucked into her body. But when my mother crawled back atop my quivering form and kissed my ear, it was clear she was not done with me. "That was a very good start, lover. A very good start."

Did she say, 'a good start'?

I really am in trouble.

Anna's mouth covered mine and we kissed long and sweetly on the shower floor. When she broke the kiss, she laughed. "I'm beginning to think this is going to work out, lover. I may break you in yet."

She stood and held out her hand. I took it and she helped me up. I stood on wobbly legs. She looked fresh as a daisy.

Anna shut off the water, grabbed a couple of towels and dried us off.

She took my hand and led me stumbling back to the bed.

"That was refreshing," she said. "Ready for the next phase?"

Seriously? And here I was thinking I'd done everything she'd wanted. And more.

"What do you have in mind?"

"I was serious when I said my rape of you was just beginning. That was just for starters."

Will she ever be satisfied?

But then I realized 'of course not', that's what this is all about.

"Come back to bed with me, baby." My mothers' voice was so sweet and loving.

My dick literally ached. Thanks to my mother's incredible body and her cocktail of ED drugs I am required to take twice daily, it had been hard almost non-stop over the past 24 hours.

But I knew better than to protest. I was determined to see this through. The rewards for passing my mother's weekend "training plan" were life-changing. My mother - Anna - loves me with all her heart, as I love her. But we both want much more. We want to condition me to enjoy with her unbridled, mind-blowing sex, and we want lots and lots and lots of it.

I'm still not sure if I can keep up. But I'm going to give her my everything to try.

My mother has an other-worldly, relentless sex drive, enhanced by the rare side effects of life-saving drugs, and an anatomically-mutated pussy so attuned to sexual stimulation she's essentially a constant, happy, horny slut, 24/7.

I'm worried if I can't satisfy my mother's incredible libido, then in her desperate need for sex, she might do something dangerous with multiple partners, even strangers.

My goal was to position myself as the outlet for her sex drive. That meant I had to survive a training program my mother designed so I could satisfy her enough.

Mom's not stupid. In fact, she's brilliant. If I'm there for her, even at eighty percent, I can save her.

The insane, fabulous sex with the sexiest, most beautiful woman in my universe, my mother who I love dearly, is just the price of saving her from herself.

Yeah right.

We'd been having sex for the past 24 hours, with a bit of sleep thrown in.

And a LOT of edging to get me strong enough to last inside her mutant pussy.

As I trudged back to the bed, still wobbly and dazed from the most powerful pair of orgasms of my life, I wondered if I was up to this life my mother wants with me. Do I have the stamina to fuck her as much as she needs? Not just this weekend, but forever? Can I save her from herself?

"Sit here, baby," my mother said, pointing to the edge of the bed. "You need some rest. Let's have a little cuddle and get some sleep."

Wow. That sounded like heaven. But with Anna, there's always an...enhancement.

Turns out I was right.

"Danny, honey," Mom said. "I tried so hard to get your father to love nylon. For me, it's far more than a fetish. It's a part of who I am. Whenever I wear it, or touch it, or even see it, I get deliciously horny. I..."

"Wait, Anna," I said. "You're horny all the time. What do you mean 'whenever I wear it, and stuff?"

Mom laughed. "I guess I am at that. Let's just say: it enhances my sensory enjoyment of sex. But first I've got to get out of these wet nylons and into something more comfortable. Help me with these, lover."

Mom was wearing only nylons and a garter belt. She stood in front of me while I unfastened all twelve little garters around her legs. She helped by rotating her body in front of me so I could get at them all and still sit on the bed. When she turned her back to me, I stared into her firm round bum just inches from my face. So close, so beautiful. I couldn't explain it, but I was tempted to drive my face between those beautiful cheeks. Maybe she'd back into me, sit on my face, wiggle her ass...

But I knew she'd be game for anything, and just about any time, so I settled for putting my hands on her bum and kneading my fingers into her for a few seconds.

"Mmmm, that's nice," Mom said. Immediately she turned to face me, walking between my legs and pushing her pussy into my face. I reached around her hips and grabbed her beautiful bum and pulled her pussy to my mouth.

Despite cumming twice in the last half hour, I was hard as an iron pole. Mom's ED drugs and her fabulous pussy made sure of that.

She had cum multiple times in the shower, but for her, that's considered a warmup.

She put one foot on the bed behind me to give herself leverage, then covered my mouth with her pussy. As if to emphasize exactly what she needed, Mom put both hands on the back of my head and pulled me into her.

Her pussy lips opened wide and connected with my tongue, sucking it deep inside her. I curled it up and into her G-tube, that incredible sensory organ of hers that dwarfs the G-Spot of most women. Her legs tightened around my head.

Her femcum began to gush; her pussy began to contract.

As Mom explained, she can control her orgasms to make them last for an hour of buildup, or cum in a minute.

I think she was going for a speed record.

Her standing leg bent and straightened repeatedly, stroking her pussy up and down over my mouth. She used her grip on my head to move my face sideways in opposite direction, leveraging the action on her swollen, soaking clit.

I closed my lips on her clit while my tongue pressed up on her G. Her femcum flowed liberally over my chin.

"Fuuuuck!" Anna screamed.

Her pussy pulsed and squeezed all around my mouth and my tongue as she came. I stayed with her for the duration (I had little choice anyway) while my mother guided my face in the exact way she needed to extract the most pleasure from her orgasm. She pushed on my head and I lay back on the bed, her kinetic pussy swamping my mouth and gushing her sweet juices all over me. Above me, she rotated her hips to maximize contact and to extract every morsel of pleasure from her rape of my face.

As she came down, she lifted off of me and kissed me full on the mouth, her pussy juices lubricating our kisses, making them slippery and exciting.

"That was unexpected," Mom said. "But very nice. Very nice."

Very proud of myself for giving her such a pleasant surprise, I pulled her wet nylons and her crotchless pantyhose down her legs, and with her assistance, off her feet.

"Time for some sleep?" I asked hopefully.

"Soon, baby, real soon," Anna said ominously.

She turned and fully naked now, went into her closet, returned with a handful of nylon. She tossed one garment into my lap, then sat on the edge of the bed beside me.

"These are glossy nylon bodystockings. Put yours on. Here, I'll show you."

Anna held her bodystocking in the air in front of her by the 'shoulders' and let the legs hang to the floor. It was only about three feet long, so I'd guessed it was pretty stretchy.

There was a small opening at the back. Anna spread it wide and put a foot into one of the legs, then the other. She pulled the nylon up her luscious legs, stood, and worked it up over her hips. Her hands went into the arms next, all the way down into the nylon fingers of the bodystocking. Adjusting it here and there, she pulled the torso up over her shoulders.

Anna turned her back to me. "Close me up, baby."

There was about a foot of opening at her back. Velcro lined the length of it. I pulled the nylon ends together, joined the Velcro and sealed her in. Anna pulled her masses of curly black hair free and let it cascade over her body, then turned to face me.

My hard dick bounced.

The nylon was oil-shine glossy. It was so tight it clung to every curve, every indentation of her body. The muscles of her incredibly long, lean legs were defined and gorgeous, terminating in a very convenient crotchless opening. Her pussy was swollen and pink.

Mom's breasts were huge and firm, fully defined in their entire circumference by the skintight sheer bodystocking. From her tiny wasp-like waist, her firm prominent bum, her spectacular DD cleavage, to those full lips that loved sucking on my cock so very much and her piercing emerald-green eyes, she was absolutely glorious.

"Wow," was all I could say.

Fuck. At 37 in the prime of her sexual superpowers, my mother was a wet dream come true.

"Now you," she said.

A couple of weeks ago, if someone told me I would be sitting naked in front of my mother wearing nothing but an ultra-sheer bodystocking, and she was asking me to do the same, I would have laughed. Obviously, that was too fantastic to imagine.

Eagerly I mimicked my mother's method of donning the sexy nylon. When Mom fastened the Velcro at my back, getting me fully encased in the super-stretchy stocking, only my head and my bouncing hard cock were not covered in nylon.

"Okay, let's get into bed, baby," Mom said. She crawled past me and lay on the bed. She faced me, her head perched on one hand. With her upper free hand, she patted the bed beside her.

I punched off the table lamp. Anna's long, shapely body was outlined in the light of the full moon streaming in through the windows. The moonlight illuminated the edge of her body, along the upper leg, her hip, her breasts. Her lips, now without lipstick after the long steamy shower, were full and pouty, ready to join with my mouth.

And maybe with something else.

I lay with my mother on the bed. We pressed our nylon bodies together. Anna lifted her upper leg to allow me to slide mine between her thighs. We lay there, intertwined with each other, loving the feel of our slippery nylon bodies clutching and caressing each other.

I was reminded of our shower sex where Anna had dowsed us with gobs of bodywash gel. With our bodies slick and slippery, she'd laid upon me where we slipped and slid across each other, around and around, up and down, up and down until my needy cock slithered with frictionless ease into her grasping eager tunnel.

It was like we were in the shower all over again.

We lay together, our bodies encased in nylon, our limbs intertwined. I placed my hand on her taut bum. The second skin of the sheer bodystocking slid under my hands like pure satin. Her generous breasts pressed into my chest and I couldn't help but caress and massaged them gently.

"Careful," my mother said. "If you do much more of that, I'll attack."

Of course the prospect of this stunning woman, my mother, "attacking me" was exhilarating, but we had three more days and nights in bed and I desperately needed some sleep.

"OK, Anna, I need to sleep anyway."

"Yes, you do. I have many more delicious plans for you before I let you leave my bed."

Delicious plans.

I liked the sound of that.

Mom settled into my body. I rolled mostly onto my back. She lay her head on my chest. Her upper leg lay across my midsection with my cock trapped in the bend of her knee. Her hair spilled over my face and my upper body. She was asleep in a couple of minutes.

Every few moments Anna would dreamily slide her legs and her hands across my skin, the nylon-on-nylon contact keeping her at a prime level of sexual awareness even in sleep, I was sure.

I was sure because that was how I felt.

My boner was unstoppable, even now.

It wouldn't have taken but a little squeeze here, a caress there, maybe a hand on her bum to pull her tighter to my body. Any of these things would awaken the Kraken of my mother's relentless sexual hunger.

After twenty-four hours of near-constant fucking, I was exhausted. And yet, here we are and my boner is so hard it hurts.

Ultimately I chose wisdom over lust. I needed sleep for the marathon to come.

It was 12:15 AM Sunday morning.

***

3:45 AM Sunday morning.

28 hours in bed.

Brief panic. I couldn't breathe.

There was something on my face.

Something moving. Something firm and wet and...sweet smelling.

Mom's pussy.

She had lowered her pussy over my mouth.

"Lick it, baby," came the sweet voice above me. "Make me cum and you can go back to sleep."

In a daze, I opened my mouth and received her sex. She lowered the top of her vagina between my lips. She was soaking, dripping wet.

I drove my tongue inside her while gently sliding my upper lip around and around her clit. My tongue went up to her G and pressed firmly.

Her hips rotated, slowly at first then faster, faster. Her body sunk into my face and the urgency of her movements encouraged my sucking on her sex.

I couldn't hear much with her nylon thighs closed around my ears. But I knew she was close.

Really close.

She came in a burst of femcum. Her pussy lips contorted in a series of wild undulations on my face. I did my best to stay with her but she was running this show and I just did my best to keep up.

When she came down, she lifted her pussy off my face and crawled back down my body. She resumed her position laying next to me, putting her head on my chest.

"Mmmm," she said dreamily. "That was nice. Would you like me to take care of you, baby?" My mother's slender fingers closed on my hardened cock and gave it a little squeeze.

"That's OK, Anna. Go to sleep."

She yawned. "Okay. Goodnight, baby."

"Goodnight Anna."

***

9:00 AM Sunday

33 hours in bed.

I woke to sunlight streaming through the windows. I was refreshed, but drained.

Anna had awoken me with her entrance to the bedroom. She was carrying a heavy tray of rattling dishes.

"Wake up, lover," she said brightly. She was back in her pantyhose and nylons, with a black and red sheer negligee that covered, yet fully revealed, her glorious tits. A pair of shiny black stilettos completed her fetish look.

Her glossy crimson lipstick was back on, but other than that, she was without any discernable makeup.

"Wow, thanks Anna. I'm absolutely starving."

"I knew you would be, baby," she said. "You're going to have to get your strength back for the next phase."

And here I thought last night proved I was ready for her.

"What phase? What's involved?" After last night, I was feeling pretty confident.

"Now don't you worry about that. Just eat up and we'll get to that real soon."

***

We spent the morning and part of the afternoon playing dress up in Anna's closet. I asked her to model a lot of her fetish wear and she obliged me eagerly. I picked out a few outfits that would shut the place down. She promised to wear them for me when we finally venture out into the world.

She had me try on a slew of her pantyhose and nylons. "Just for fun," she'd said.

I suspected this was more than Anna wanting to have some random bedroom dress-up fun. But she wasn't letting on.

The truth was, when I looked at my mother fully outfitted in her black and red sheer lingerie, shoulder length nude black opera gloves, black ultra-sheer pantyhose layered under the finest European garter nylons made, I was pretty happy to dive in.

I was sitting with my mother in her closet crammed full of sexy lingerie, garter belts, nylons, sheer gloves, panties, pantyhose both new and used (let's not forget that chest of thousands), not to mention all her sexy dresses, miniskirts, sky-high stiletto shoes, thigh-high leather boots, corsets, bustiers, sheer bras, chokers, halters, skintight tank tops, thigh high stockings, thongs, negligees, shorts, vintage dresses, baby dolls, catsuits, peignoirs, chemises, night dresses, fishnets, silk stockings, body stockings. I felt so included, so a part of her life that no other person in the world has access to. When my mother exits this room and enters the world, a thousand men lust after her every day, but here it's just me and this is where it all begins.

I'm most turned on when she models some really sexy nylons or panties for me, then strips them off and hands them to me to wear. It's intoxicating - the warmth of her legs still clinging to the diaphanous stockings, the dampness of her pussy encircling my sex.

Even better, when my mother sees her nylons on me, her libido climbs through the roof. When I tried on her Cervin silks in particular, her eyes were laser focused on my legs; her breathing had turned labored.

At 2:00 PM Sunday, we had a late lunch in bed. I hadn't been allowed out of my mother's bedroom since Friday night.

Not that I had been trying.

After watching my mother play in her closet, she asked me to strip naked.

"OK baby," Mom said. "Time to take it up a notch."

That got my attention. What more could there be?

Mom opened the drawer of her night table and extracted a small, long and narrow box. She picked up a bottle of lube and put them on the bed.

I had a bad feeling about this.

Anna opened the box and let its contents slide out.

Yep.

A long, slender dildo, complete with ribs and straps.

"Anna, I don't know. This is too much..."

"You never know until you've tried it, baby. Trust me, you're going to love it." She tapped the mattress. "Hop up, get on your knees and elbows."

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

Reluctantly, I did as she asked. Meanwhile, my mother was belting the strap-on around her waist. I felt the mattress move under her weight as she crawled onto the bed behind me.

I never thought I could do this.

I never wanted to do this.

I didn't think I could do this.

I was afraid of what this would do to me.

"Here we go, baby," she said behind me. "Don't worry. You'll be asking for this soon. You're going to love it, trust me."