“Mom,” Tom panted, “Mom that was incred-”
“There’s more where that came from.” Amanda scissored her legs, standing. She plucked the cum soaked pantyhose from her son’s cock. “Clean these,” she said, tossing them onto her son’s face. “Clean them and I’ll let you see what’s in here.” His mother scooped up the unopened package of pantyhose and held it up for him to see.
Her stockings glimmered in the light, snakeskin pattern speeding around her legs.
With a will, Tom began feeding himself the nylons as his cock began to stir.
“Good boy,” she said, softly.
Outside the house, heterochromatic eyes watched Tom’s bedroom window. They crinkled as a smile spread over their owner’s weathered features.
“They’re all good boys,” the old woman muttered to nobody in particular. “They just need to be shown the way.”