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

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“Yes mom,” he mumbled, chasing her toes with his mouth, not really aware of what he was saying, just aware of how good it felt to go where the pattern led him, to let Amanda’s nylons massage him, to feel her hand on his cock and her toes in his mouth.

“Good boy,” suddenly she snatched her legs back, rocking herself upright, thighs straddling his torso. Her stockings caressed the sides of his abdomen as she reached down, grabbed the hem of her skirt, and peeled the dress upwards, revealing first the satiny, hip-skimming bikini panties that barely covered her pubic thatch, then her deep, shadowy navel in the smooth expanse of her stomach; Amanda’s mature tits bounced into view, freckled and capped by those thick, plug-like nipples, their dusty pink colouring giving way to an deep angry rose. “You like?” She asked, lifting one tit to her mouth, and giving the nipple a loud slurp.

Tom just stared at his mother, but his cock pulsed in his gray shorts, threatening to burst the inseam. Amanda grinned, then wiped the precum from her fingers with the wadded-up nylons.

“Here,” she said, a wicked look crossing her face. “You messed them up, you clean them.” Before he could say anything, Amanda was stuffing them back into his mouth, where his tongue was suddenly activated by the wet black hose, sucking almost of its own accord, relishing the admixture of flavours. Then, her fingers were under the waistband of his shorts, searching.

“You dirty, dirty boy,” she chuckled as she fished his cock out. “You like it, don’t you? Doing what mommy says?” He nodded, sucking noisily. “You like it when mommy makes you suck your filth out of the hose that caught you.” His fat cock, emerging from his shorts, snapped to attention.

“It must taste good,” Amanda said, and leaned forward. One hand pressed his insistent member against her tightly muscled ass while she caught her son’s mouth in a kiss, her tongue searching for his through the mass of nylon in his mouth.

“Mmmmmmm,” she purred, then broke away. Her eyes bored into his. “That *does* taste good. Maybe later, mommy will have to get a taste direct from the source, but right now,” Amanda slapped his cock against her ass with a loud crack, “I have better uses for *this*.” With her other hand, she swept the gusset of her panties aside, revealing her dewey labia, dripping directly onto Tom’s treasure trail. “Do you want it, baby? Do you want mommy to take your cock like this?”

Mouth full of pantyhose, Tom couldn’t say a word; instead, he made a needy, gagging, slurping sound, thrusting his cock up into her hand, dryhumping her exposed asscheek.

“There’s no going back after this,” she warned. “Once we do this, you’ll be mommy’s pantyhose slave forever, honey. You’ll spend every damn day doing what I want, fucking me how I want, pampering me how I want, and as a reward, I’ll let you touch my nylons, I’ll let you fuck your cock into mommy’s pantyhose, I’ll let you arrange and clean and put them away.” Even Amanda didn’t know what she was saying, but the words fell out of her mouth of their own accord, drawing up a verbal contract that would tie them together forever. “Is that what you want, baby?”

Tom’s head bobbed up and down furiously, even as his cock thrust upwards against her soft skin. Amanda purred, and let his cock slide between her legs, rubbing up against the slippery wetness of her dripping labia.

“Ohhh honey,” she crooned. “Mommy’s going to fuck this cock so good you won’t even remember there are any other pussies out there.” With her index finger and thumb, Amanda positioned the thick plum head at the entrance of her waiting hole, and began lowering herself. Tom thrust himself upward, as far as the limits of the pantyhose restraints would allow (not very far), suddenly desperate for the clasping heat of his mother’s pussy. It felt, for all the world, as though his cock was being swallowed in a silky, slippery nylon mouth, the muscles in her cunt spiralling and twisting around his meat just like the pattern had twisted and spiralled around his mother’s leg.

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