pantyhose

Trying something a little different than before

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I remember mother. Long gone, I savored the scent of mom. Her unopened attire too. As a teenager, I was curiously attentive to my mothers needs. With dad gone she more than ever required “help” to unfasten her bra, unzip her dresses, assist her by rolling her pantyhose on her freshly shaven legs. Mostly, polishing her patent leather pumps and doing the wash. One day I found a pair of pantyhose and panties on the floor of her bedroom. Curious, I raised the pair of panties to my face noting a sweet wetness. Inhaling deeply, I almost came immediately. What … Read more

Tom’s life with mom is dull till he finds a pack of pantyhose

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“Hey!” Tom’s sneakers crunched on the asphalt as he galloped down towards the retreating figure. “Hey, wait! You dropped this!” For an old lady, she sure could move, he thought, feet pounding against the pavement. Her grey curls were wild, bobbing gently while she made her way out of the parking lot. “Jeez, stop already!” He shouted. “You dropped something!” On the sidewalk, she stopped, and turned. Tom skidded to a halt, arrested in the heterochromatic gaze burning gently under her grey curls. “Yes?” She asked, her voice inflected by an accent the college track star couldn’t place. “Sorry,” he … Read more