My Mother's Nylons

Author's Note

I'm so glad you're still with me.

Danny's a pretty lucky guy, I think you'll all agree. Every young man should have a sexy mature woman to teach him how to give her everything she needs. Guys, just imagine how different your life could have been had you had a teacher like Anna when you were young. Women, wouldn't it be great to mold a willing lover to meet your every need, dedicated to one thing: giving you ultimate pleasure?

But now an older sister has entered the scene. There's something about Erika that's very familiar to Danny.

~~

By the end of Chapter 5, Anna, 37, had taught her son Danny how to be the perfect lover - skilled, patient, and committed to his mother's ultimate pleasure. Do this well, she advised, and the word will spread. Women will clamor to bed him.

For the first time in her life, Anna is free to unfetter her relentless sexual hunger, a side-effect of prescription drugs, powered by a uniquely responsive vagina that delivers poly-multi-orgasmic joy so powerful, and with such repetition, she is endlessly horny at a level of intensity almost beyond comprehension.

Anna's husband, Danny's father, could not keep up. Her relentless sexual onslaught upon him finally drove him away eleven months ago, leaving him a tired and broken man. But when Danny returned home last spring after a year in college, he showed a true interest in his mother's style, including the nylons Anna is never without, even in bed.

Anna's nylons were the key that bridged the traditional sexual gap between mother and son. But as a lover, the inexperienced Danny could not possibly satisfy Anna's ravenous sexual hunger. She wanted to teach him, and he very much wanted to learn.

Anna bedded Danny for four straight days and nights, feeding him a constant cocktail of ED drugs to help him respond to her unrelenting assault on his body. She taught him everything there is to know about what a woman wants, what she needs, and how to manipulate her body to give her mind-blowing pleasure. At the end of their marathon session in bed, Danny was equipped to deliver the staggering ecstasy for which Anna has yearned so long. Finally free of constraints, Anna's sexual persona is amplified many times over.

Over the balance of the summer, Anna bonds with Danny endlessly. Their sexual hunger for each other grows every day. They have so much sex they almost feel like one person.

The end of summer is near and Danny's 2

nd

year of University in upstate New York is about to begin.

But then a knock at the door brings Erika - the daughter a youthful Anna reluctantly gave up long ago for adoption. She never knew who had adopted her newborn baby girl.

Now 20, Erika is a doppelganger of her mother: tall, gorgeous, long thick jet-black hair, stunning body and legs. She even has Anna's emerald-green eyes.

Erika needs a place to stay.

~~

From Chapter Five

One late-August Saturday afternoon, Mom and I were having lunch while planning how we were going to have sex that evening. Anna loves screwing in public, preferably if there's danger of getting caught. I suggested going to a porn movie and finding a dark corner at the back. She thought we could go to the Top of the Rock in midtown and find an unused private room with a view so I could slide into her gorgeous ass while we stared at the bright lights high above midtown.

In the end we decided to go to a jazz club where she could sit on my lap, reverse cowgirl, and watch a blues band. She wanted to do it facing the stage where her gorgeous nylon legs would be visible for all to see, crossed and bouncing, while she embedded her pussy on my stiff prick. She wanted to see how many times she could cum with me inside her in the dark cave of the bar.

We went to her closet to pick out a flouncy silk miniskirt that would make the evening when the buzzer rang.

"You expecting anyone?" I asked.

Anna shook her head. I clicked on the intercom. The doorman said "Mr. O'Brien you have a visitor. She says she knows your father."

I looked at Anna and she shrugged. Clicking off the intercom, I said "Let her in?"

Anna nodded. "Let's see what's up. Maybe your father got separated already."

I opened the door to the corridor to wait for our visitor. When she appeared at our doorstep, she smiled and held out her hand.

"You must be Danny. I'm Erika."

She was about twenty and drop-dead gorgeous. She was tall, maybe five nine. Thick waist-length wavy black hair, green eyes, hollow cheeks, tiny waist and, I could not help noticing, a massive swell of breasts barely contained in a skin-tight tank top cut low enough to reveal plenty of round, sexy cleavage. She could easily be Anna's younger sister.

She wore brief cut-off jean shorts and three-inch heels.

Adorning her long, lean legs was a pair of nude, oil-shine pantyhose.

I nearly fainted.

I turned to Anna in askance.

Her face was a mask of utter shock.

I looked back at Erika. She kissed the air towards me and smiled.

"Say welcome bro. I'm your long-lost sister. Got a spare room?"

~~

Chapter Six

As I escorted Erika to the living room, Mom appeared to be frozen in shock. I excused myself from Erika and touched Anna's elbow, guiding her into the kitchen.

"Anna, what's going on? Is she legit?"

Mom began to sob in front of me. "I, I, I - she must be. I mean, I was still in high school. My parents made me give up my baby for adoption. State laws were that the birth mother never gets to know where her baby went. It was horrible, the worst moments of my life."

"So how did she find us?"

"I don't know! You have no idea how I've dreamed of this moment. Come on, I have to find out."

Back in the living room, Erika had made herself at home in the easy chair. I couldn't help but stare at her legs - they were so long and gorgeous. Her oil-shine pantyhose reflected the light of the room, highlighting the fine muscles of her lean thighs and the shapely definition of her calves. Never had I seen a woman wear such an overtly sexy outfit in such a casual manner. Her tiny denim cutoff shorts showed more leg under nylon than even Anna's shortest club outfits.

Anna and I sat on the couch facing Erika, who immediately uncrossed and recrossed her legs. The

swish

of nylon filled the room and sent little electric shocks to my cock. That sexy hissing of nylon on nylon always wraps my brain in damp tendrils of lust.

I think Erika was fully aware of the effect her legs were having on me.

Because she uncrossed and recrossed again. And she was smiling directly at me.

I shifted to try to hide my boner. I wasn't sure who I needed to hide it from more - Anna or Erika.

Anna noticed but ignored it. "Erika, I've dreamed of this moment for twenty years. I tried the state authorities. I tried the hospital. Child services. No-one would tell me who adopted you. I even hired a private detective. So, how did you find me?"

Erika ran her slender fingers along her oily thigh. She raised her upper knee a few inches then let it fall back down.

She was deliberately forcing my attention to her legs.

She could easily have pulled my gaze to her magnificent breasts. Her nipples stood proud under the skin-tight tank top. But she had chosen her legs to hypnotize me.

How did she know?

"Actually, it was luck," Erika said. "When my mother - sorry, my adoptive mother - died last spring..."

"Oh my God," Anna said. "I'm so sorry."

"Thanks. Her name was Emma. Emma McTavish. She had Parkinsons. It was inevitable. And we lost George, my adoptive father, when I was ten. He left us with nothing, so it's been hard.

"Anyway, in Emma's final days, she gave me the key to a safe deposit box. My adoption papers were there. Your name, and my father's name were written on a Post-it note stuck to one of the papers. I don't know how they found out, but that note led me to you."

Erika swished her legs again, uncrossing and recrossing. She smoothed out an invisible wrinkle in her sheer pantyhose.

"So how are you? What are you doing now? Where do you live? Are you in school? Working? I have so many questions."

Erika laughed. "Yes you do. So to summarize, I'm a server in a hotel bar in Manhattan. I live in Brooklyn. I share an apartment with two girlfriends, at least until next week. They've decided to get married, so as of next week, I'm out. I was only kidding about the room, by the way. I'm sure they'll let me stay a little longer until I find something."

"Nonsense. You're staying right here."

We spent the next three hours catching up on our lives. Erika was very engaging and open about her life, her loves, and her adoptive parents.

When my sister excused herself to go to the bathroom, Anna and I had a chance to talk.

"Danny, we have to be careful. We can't -."

"I was afraid you'd say that. We can't be together while Erika is in the house, can we?"

"Do you see a solution? One that doesn't lead to me getting fired?"

"Fired? Why?"

"I don't have tenure just yet. If the university found out I was fucking my son, the very son who's my paid assistant, they'd can me for sure. Probably even if I did have tenure."

"Yeah, I guess. So what are we going to do?"

"Well for one thing, we'll have to find other places to have sex. Until Erika gets on her feet and finds a place of her own, we don't have a choice."

Because obviously we can't not have sex.

When Erika returned she resumed her seat on the easy chair. This time she pulled her feet under her bum. I stared at the glossy nylon around her knees stretched taut, making her skin turn purple and white.

Erika noticed me staring, of course. She just smiled and said nothing.

The entire time we were talking, I was hyper aware of her raw sexuality. The oil-shine pantyhose paired with denim short shorts and skin-tight tank was no accident. The three-inch heels were the clincher.

This woman radiates pure sex.

Just like Anna.

But then, she is Anna's daughter.

In the three hours we sat there talking, Erika must have uncrossed and recrossed her legs dozens of times. Her pantyhose was particularly

swishy

, and my cock bounced every time I heard it. She constantly bounced her upper foot, caressed her thighs, adjusted her shorts and her tank top. She even dangled her high heel a couple of times, letting it fall to the floor before stepping into it again.

Eventually she shucked off the heels, but then I got to stare at her gorgeous nylon feet, with their pretty painted little toes, athletic arch, and slender ankles.

I couldn't tell if she was nervous, whether she was trying to entice me (or Anna!), or whether she's just naturally fidgety.

Whatever it was, she was the second sexiest woman I'd ever met.

The sexiest one was sitting beside me.

We ordered in and talked some more. Before we knew it, it was ten o'clock.

"I'm going to have to say goodnight Erika," Mom said. "I have an early class tomorrow so I'll be out of the apartment by seven. But make yourself at home."

Erika looked at me.

"As Mom's assistant," I said, "I'm with her."

"Well OK then. I guess I'll just get to know the neighborhood."

***

Soon after we got to Mom's office, her phone dinged. Glancing at it, she stopped mid stride. "The Dean wants to see me. Right now."

"Is that unusual?"

"Very."

"Better see what's up."

Anna wheeled and headed to the exit. The clack of her heels receded down the empty hallway of the old academic building.

I walked into Mom's office and sat in the small couch. Her desk was piled high with seeming random stacks of papers, books, notebooks, charts, rolls of large paper, and binders. Facing me behind the desk was her credenza, where sat her computer and several spiral-bound notebooks. The walls were covered with whiteboards filled with incomprehensible equations, formulae, alien-looking mathematical symbols, pink sticky notes with action words like "Insert here", or "YES!", or "Needs Work." One entire wall was fully occupied with a massive bookcase filled with academic tomes, with titles such as

Advanced Calculus

, and

Partial Differential Equations - A Practical Application

.

There was one very special volume entitled

Differential Calculus and the Search for Intelligent Life

. The author was one Dr. Anna Grant. My mother. My lover. The sexiest woman in my universe.

I knew that crammed inside the bank of five-drawer filing cabinets were research papers, exam sheets, notes, and files. But one cabinet, securely locked at all times and to which I have a key, was filled with stunningly sexy skirts and blouses, shoes, lingerie, and of course scores of nylons of all makes, styles, sheens, denier, and color. Emergency preparations for a night out. Or in.

In short, the room shrieked of who my mother is. Brilliant, messy, focused, sexy.

I sighed in despair. What was I going to do without her?

In less than two weeks, I was scheduled to return to college in upstate New York. After a summer of being in my mother's presence 24/7, and in bed with her half that time, how was I ever going to return to a shared dorm room, studying journalism? How was I going to sleep alone knowing my mind and my body were one hundred percent addicted to my mother?

It was a weight upon the two of us, growing heavier with each passing day. We both knew what a college-year separation would mean for us. But what could I do? Quit school? Was that really an option?

I had to look to my future. Did it make sense for me to commit the rest of my life to my mother? No matter how sexy and skilled in the bedroom she is, should I let my sex brain dominate my decision making?

The door opened and Anna burst in, flopping onto the couch beside me. She crossed her legs towards me, the swish of her French luxury nylons kissing my brain, like always. I've admired her style from the instant I saw her waiting for me on the train platform just four short months ago. My mother had adopted the style of the 1940's screen idols, with hemlines just below the knee, fitted jackets, clunky heels, and most important to me, gorgeous glossy seamed nylons. Many of her students had begun adopting her style, even wearing seamed nylons at university, something I never see in my college. And in summer! I'd even listened in on a few conversations among college women students of Anna's, and they were all horny as fuck for her.

With her massively thick jet-black hair falling to her waist, a magnificent pair of breasts, long, lean, spectacular legs and a face that could stop an army, Anna is the most wildly sexual creature I know.

My mother.

My lover.

Anna picked up my hand and kissed it. Her fat sticky lips felt soft and luxurious on my fingers. She stared into my eyes and squeezed my hand.

"I've been awarded tenure."

When a professor gets tenure, she has a job for life with the university. There's virtually no way to fire her, unless for specified cause.

I wrapped my arms around her neck. "That's fantastic! I'm so proud of you!"

"Fourteen years of work. It's finally paid off." She sat back and sighed. "I wish I didn't have a class right now. Suddenly I'm horny as fuck."

I laughed. "You're always horny as fuck."

She gave my rapidly-hardening dick a hard squeeze. "You can't work for me anymore. I can't risk the school finding out."

My mother had never taken my father's name. So far no-one suspects Danny O'Brien is Professor Anna Grant's son.

I took a deep breath. With summer almost over, it didn't matter. My job was nearly over anyway. So why was she making this into something?

My mother's nylons hissed their unique song as she uncrossed her legs and stood. "I'll see you at home tonight. But with Erika staying with us, we have to watch out. You'll have to sleep in your room until we figure something out."

Anna left the office leaving me to contemplate my future. I had much to consider. I decided to go home and have a talk with Erika. See what she's thinking.

***

When I walked into the living room, Erika was sitting on the couch, reading. This time she was wearing jeans. But on Erika, those jeans were sexy and compelling. Her jeans were so tight they looked painted on. She wore no shoes, leaving the dark reinforced heel and toe of her nylons plainly visible. She wore a white form-fitting tank top that defined her magnificent breasts beautifully, her cleavage deep and inviting. Like Anna, Erika wore her thick waist-length black hair curly and wild. She was free of makeup save a brilliant slash of glossy red lipstick.

Erika smiled at me. She put her phone down the instant I walked into the room and stood to greet me. I gave her a sisterly hug - one that studiously avoided squeezing into her cleavage.

I made sure to sit in a way so she wouldn't see my inevitable boner.

"So Danny. You're home early."

"I'm pretty much done. School starts in two weeks so my job's winding down anyway."

"Anna's going to miss you."

I looked up sharply. "How do you know that?"

"It's pretty obvious, bro. She adores you. I can see it in her eyes."

Wow. Erika had seen us together for a few hours and she had already witnessed the connection Mom and I have for each other. I wondered if she suspected just how deep that connection goes.

"Be careful with her, Erika. She's pretty fragile right now."

"With Dad leaving? Fuck him."

"What did you think of him?"

"Didn't impress me much."

She said it in a way that told me to change the subject.

"So," I said, "are you doing okay at the hotel bar?"

"I'm planning to expand my YouTube business. It's my side hustle." Erika uncrossed her legs and stood. "I'm getting a coffee. Want one?"

"Sure." I watched her turn towards the kitchen. When I laid eyes on her in those faded, skin-tight jeans, from the long, lean legs, the little Toblerone triangular space just below her pussy to the full roundness of her hips, curving back to the tiny, wasp-like waist, I sprung the inevitable boner. There was no stopping it, particularly with Anna's ED drug cocktail constantly coursing through my veins.

Then she started to walk.

Holy fuck. What a spectacular ass she has. Full, round and beautifully defined in skin-tight denim. Erika oozes sex with every step. Her ass swayed and flexed as she stepped, so sexy, so shapely and tight, I couldn't help wondering what it would be like to slide my dick inside that glorious firm round flesh.

Inevitably I wondered if she's into anal. That, I told myself, would be too much to - Erika turned suddenly and caught me looking.

"Were you checking me out, Danny?"

"I, I, uh," I stammered. She's my sister, right? Is that creepy?

But then, who am I to think that?

Fuck it, I thought. "Yeah Erika. I was. Obviously by your choice of jeans you know you have a spectacular ass."

"So you like it?" She put her hands on her hips and thrust it out slightly towards me.

"Don't be coy with me sis. You know exactly what you've got."

Erika turned back to the couch and plopped down beside me. She pulled her knees up and put them on my lap. She put her near arm on the back of the couch behind my head. "Not many guys are confident enough to tell me that straight up, Danny. What makes you so special?"

I began to feel weak. She was so close, her magnificent breasts, tightly clad in her low-cut tank top, brushed my arm. She wore a fresh-scent perfume, lemony but more, only accessible up very close. She had deliberately come into my intimate space.

She knew exactly what she was doing.