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Son You Know We Shouldn’t – Part 1
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Michele Nylons

Michele Cashmore had raced home from work early to tell her son the good news. She had not only been promoted; she was going to get a huge pay raise. She raced inside their small two-story cottage and quickly climbed the stairs, her high-heels clattering on the wooden treads. She snatched at the doorknob and flung open the door to her son’s bedroom.

“David! Guess what? I got a pro…………..” Michele failed to complete the sentence.

Her mouth agape, Michele stood still as a statue, mesmerised by what she was seeing. Her son sat at his desk his eyes glued to his computer monitor, ear-buds wedged into his ears, oblivious to the anything other than his computer screen.

On the computer screen a short movie was playing over and over again in an endless loop. A mature woman dressed in a business suit was bent over a desk; her legs splayed wide, she hung onto the desk for support, tottering precariously on her high-heeled shoes. The woman’s skirt was hiked up her back exposing her thighs and buttocks; they were encased in tan, high-sheen, sheer-to-the-waist pantyhose.

A lanky youth stood naked behind the woman. He had split the seam of the woman’s pantyhose and, having pulled aside the gusset of her red satin panties, he was furiously pounding his long stiff penis in and out of the woman’s vagina. He gripped her waist, his fingers causing the sheen of the woman’s lustrous pantyhose to glisten in the harsh light. The woman turned her face to look at the boy, she had to be at least forty although she was very attractive and wore heavy makeup. She was mouthing something that Michele could not hear because her son had silenced the speakers by plugging in his earphones. She was obviously enjoying being fucked by the young man.

Michele saw that her son was furiously masturbating as he intently watched the movie; his long thick cock stuck up out of his hairy crotch, his jeans and underpants were scrunched around his ankles. What was perturbing to her was that her son had one of her nylon stockings d****d over his penis. He held a pair of her soiled satin panties in his other hand and he was sniffing the crotch.

Her son was panting heavily and muttering to himself as he frantically stroked his nylon-sheathed cock. Michele was flabbergasted; she knew that her son masturbated and she even suspected that he had been masturbating with her lingerie; but she never suspected he was sniffing her panties. She felt very confused but as she watched her son gratify himself she also felt a little tingle of excitement. Maybe it was being in the same room as her son while he pleasured himself or maybe it was the video playing on the monitor. The fully clothed woman being fucked over the table in the video looked a little like her. No! She looked a lot like her!

Michele decided that the best course of action was to back out of the room and quietly close the door behind her; and then suddenly her son started to moan. On the computer screen the skinny boy pulled out of the attractive mature woman and ejaculated over her large round arse; globs of semen stuck to her buttocks and then ran down her thighs, soaking her nylons. Her son began to howl and Michele stood rooted to the spot as her son climaxed.

The stocking pulled tightly around her son’s glans suddenly darkened and a pool of semen formed on the sheer nylon as his hand pounded away at his cock. He licked the crotch of his mother’s panties and then held them tightly against his nose and inhaled.

“Yeah Mom!”

“Take it Mom!”

“Oh fuck me Mom!” David Cashmore howled as his orgasm washed over him.

He continued to stare at the screen as he ejaculated into his mother’s stocking and sniffed and licked her panties. He imagined that he was the lanky youth in the video and that it was his mother bent over the desk.

Michele flushed bright crimson as she watched her son climax calling out for his mother to take his load. An intense flash of arousal lanced through her body and she felt her sex begin to moisten. She spun on her heels and quietly retreated, closing the door silently behind her.

Michele Cashmore’s high-heels clacked on the wooden hallway floor as rushed to her bedroom. She slammed the door shut behind her; panting and wheezing, she fumbled at the lock. She rushed to the bedside table, flung open the top drawer and frantically rifled through her underwear until she found what she was looking for. Her long, elegantly manicured, red nailpolished fingernails scratched at the base of the drawer and then closed around a slim plastic vibrator.

Michele was trembling and sweating; she hadn’t felt this sexually aroused in years. She didn’t even bother to sit on the bed; she hiked up her skirt and pulled her pantyhose down her thighs and stuffed the vibrator under the gusset of her panties and pushed the tip of the vibrator inside her labia until it rested on her distended clitoris. She could feel the damp patch in her panties as she hastily pulled the gusset aside and thrust vibrator into her sex and flicked the switch.

Her knees buckled and her feet trembled as an intense orgasm immediately wracked her body; she began to shriek and she stuffed her free hand into her mouth and bit down on it to stifle the scream lest her son overhear her cries of passion. She fell onto her bed and plunged the vibrator inside her vagina and flicked her clitty with her fingers and buried her face in the pillows to stifle her screams. She felt her vaginal walls contract around the vibrator as her clitoris radiated wave after wave of divine pleasure through her body. She could smell the musky scent of her own vaginal secretions.

Michele’s orgasm slowly subsided and she flicked off the vibrator and eased it out of her vagina. She seldom inserted the sex toy inside her and she was quite surprised that she had felt the need to thrust it in and out of herself like a throbbing plastic cock. Her clitoris was still very sensitive. She rolled onto her pack and hiked up her pantyhose and panties; she smoothed out her nylons and pulled her white nylon full-cut panties tight around her buttocks. She slipped the vibrator back into the drawer and silently closed it; she stood up and smoothed her skirt.

She went into her ensuite bathroom and washed her hands; she looked at herself in the mirror. Looking back at her was an attractive forty-eight year old woman. She wore black eyeliner, mascara and pink and green eyeshadow that highlighted her pretty hazel eyes. Her cheeks were rouged and her lips painted with plum-red lipstick, silver drop earrings glistened though the nape of her brunette bob. A silver choker hung around her elegant neck; her large breasts swelled the décolletage of her mauve satin blouse and her pinstriped navy-blue jacket; the matching skirt clung to her thighs and buttocks. A shapely, nylon-clad thigh peeked through the kick-pleat tailored into the side of her skirt; she had long toned legs and delicate feet, shod in black four-inch high-heels, her red nailpolished toenails encased in gauzy reinforced nylon peeked out of her peep-toe pumps.

She smiled at herself in the mirror; she wasn’t too bad for an old girl. ‘But what the hell was that about!’ she thought to herself.

What had caused her to become so insatiably aroused? Was she suddenly turned on by the video of the young man fucking the mature woman over her desk, a woman who incidentally looked very much like her? Surely it couldn’t have been the sight of her son masturbating! No it couldn’t be! But in the dark recesses of her mind she wondered why, when she climaxed, she had recalled the memory of her son shooting his load into her stocking and begging for her to fuck him.

Michele splashed water on her face, fixed her makeup, and brushed her hair. No; this would not do! Her son was not going to abuse himself using her lingerie as a fetish; she would speak to him about it! She wouldn’t yell, nor get angry or become judgemental. She would calmly explain to the boy that although it was fine for him to masturbate; he was not to do so using his mother’s underwear and it was definitely not ok for him to call her name when he climaxed!

They would have a civil mother and son conversation and that would be that; the matter would be done with!

Michele unlocked her bedroom door and paused to steel herself and cleared her throat. She walked determinedly down the hallway towards her son’s room calling his name.

“David! David!” she called, giving him plenty of notice of her pending arrival.

In his bedroom David had just finished wiping his cock with his mother’s panties; soaking up the last droplets of his emission from his slowly deflating penis. Lucky he had just pulled the ear-buds from his ears otherwise he might not have heard his mother calling his name. He quickly pulled up his underpants and jeans, stuffed his cock away, and zipped them closed. He bought up a word processing program and stuffed his mother’s panties and her stocking into a desk drawer and slammed it shut just as she knocked on the door.

“Come in Mom,” he called, pretending to type on the keyboard.

“I’m just finishing an English essay Mom,” he lied.

“Really David; let me take a look,” his mother said walking across the room towards him.

David quickly closed the document as she leaned over his shoulder; his mother’s face leaned in close to his. He could smell her perfume and her makeup and when her hair lightly brushed his face he felt his penis begin to harden again. He blushed.

“No Mom it’s not finished! I’ll show it to you when it is,” he whined.

Michele looked at the screen and underneath the Microsoft Word blank document; she could see a couple of minimised icons. One was a folder icon named ‘MILF’ and the other was a Windows Moviemaker program titled ‘hot mom in p-hose fucked’. Up this close to him Michele could almost feel the heat from her son’s guilty red face and she thought she could smell a hint of semen. Michele backed away from her son and as she did she noticed the welt of one of her stockings was hanging out of her son’s desk drawer. A silvery trail of wet semen snaked across the chocolate-brown nylon. She couldn’t help but smile to herself.

“We need to have a chat David. I’ve got some good news, but I also want to talk to you about something else,” Michele said.

“Turn off your PC and come down to the lounge please.”

Michele spun on her heels and walked out of the room unaware that her son was leering at her buttocks and legs.

David walked into the lounge and found his mother sitting on the couch with her legs crossed; her skirt had ridden up exposing a nice expanse of silken-hosed thigh.

“Sit here beside me David,” Michele patted the cushion beside her.

David sat beside his mother; uncomfortably closer than he would normally sit.

“The good news is I’ve been promoted and I’ve also been given a large pay rise.”

“That’s wonderful,” David beamed a genuine smile at his mother.

He looked lovingly into her heavily made-up face and sighed. He inhaled her scent; his cock was still semi-erect.

“But that’s not what I really wanted to talk to you about David,” she said a little sternly.

“David do you know what an Oedipus complex is?” Michele asked her son.

He looked quizzically at his mother and shook his head.

“It’s when a son becomes infatuated with his mother,” Michele murmured and cleared her throat.

David went ghostly pale and then his face blushed a burning bright red. He shook his head vehemently and a single tear ran down his face; he slumped down in the sofa and bowed his head.

Michele put her arm around her son to comfort him; she pulled him against her and hugged him and kissed his cheek.

“It’s ok David. Just about every boy gets an Oedipus complex when he goes through puberty.”

“But Mom I haven’t………..I didn’t………….” David trailed off as his mother looked him directly in the eyes.

“David I’ve noticed the stains in my hosiery and knickers. I saw you masturbating with one of my stockings while you sniffed my panties.” Michele said calmly but firmly.

David dropped his head into his hands. Michele hugged her son and kissed the top of his head.

“David I was sixteen when I had your sister; it wasn’t until another forteen years later that you were born. Your Dad and I didn’t think I could get pregnant again after Jennifer was born and I was thirty-two when I had you.”

“You’re eighteen now; so that makes me forty-eight. Not only am I your mother, I’m far too old a woman for a young man like you to be interested in.”

Michele mussed David’s hair and lifted his face so they were eye to eye. She smiled at him to show him it was ok; she wasn’t angry.

“But you are the most beautiful woman I know Mom,” David whispered.

Michele let out a little laugh.

“Don’t be silly David; I’m an old lady! What about all those gorgeous young girls at school; I’ll bet even some of your teachers are hot,” Michele smiled, trying to diffuse the tension.

“The girls at school don’t have your class Mom; they don’t dress nice like you; they don’t wear makeup and perfume you like you.”

David blushed a deep crimson.

“They don’t wear nice nylons and high-heels like you.”

“They wear jeans and shorts and boring clothes and sneakers or sandals. They are proud that they don’t wear makeup and pantyhose; they claim they are emancipated and won’t be bound by the past generation’s values.”

Michele laughed to hear her son so vehemently disparage the teenage girls that were the same age as him.

“But they’re still pretty David. I’ve seen them!” she replied putting her hand on his knee and squeezing it.

“But they are not sophisticated like you. You wear nice skirts and suits and blouses. You wear soft satin blouses. You wear makeup, perfume and high-heels.”

“You wear……………..stockings sometimes,” he murmured.

Now it was Michele’s turn to blush.

“Well David I have to wear hosiery at work and sometimes I find stockings are more comfortable than pantyhose. And I always like to look my best.”

“Since your father left me just after you were born I have always felt a little insecure and I guess I just dress the way I do so that I can feel confident. That’s all it is David.”

“But Mom; the women……………………well the women in my………………you know……..my videos. Well they wear stockings!” David retorted a little tersely.

“David not all women who wear stockings are sluts! And I noticed the woman you were staring at this afternoon was wearing pantyhose; and that didn’t stop you playing with your willy did it!” Michele snapped back, but she immediately regretted it.

She pulled her son closer and hugged him. He buried his face in her breasts and inhaled her wonderful scent.

“I like them both,” he said, his voice muffled by his mother’s breasts.

“Like both what?” Michele asked.

“Pantyhose and stockings,” he whispered and Michele smiled to herself; amused by her son’s rambling.

Michele took hold of her son by the shoulders and looked him in the eyes.

“Look David; lots of men have fetishes; your father used to like to shag me in my stockings and high-heels. Aunty Betty tells me your uncle Jack likes to shag her while he wears her knickers! But you can’t use me to play out your sexual fantasies ok?” Michele said tenderly, not wanting to upset her son further.

“And all the teachers suck except for Miss Jones!” David blurted out.

“Carolyn Jones! My god David; she’s got to be my age……………oh!” it suddenly dawned on Michele why her son liked Miss Jones.

“She dresses nice, and she smells good, and she looks good,” David said.

“Sophisticated.” Michele extrapolated.

“Sophisticated. Like you,” David sighed and glanced up lovingly at his mother.

“Ok David here it is. You can’t use my lingerie for masturbation.”

David hung his head ashamedly.

“But,” Michele lifted her son’s chin.

“When I throw things out; I don’t know what happens to them do I?” she winked at her son.

“Sorry Mom; I know I shouldn’t have done those things with your knickers and stuff but I couldn’t help myself. I won’t do it again I promise,” David beamed up at his mother.

Then a shadow crossed his face.

“It’s just that when you’re around I get so tense. Maybe it’s because I fancy Miss Jones and you look so much like her.”

Michele had to admit to herself that she was a little disappointed; she thought it was the other way around, that David had a crush on Miss Jones because she looked and dressed like his mother.

“What do you mean tense David?” she went on trying to take her mind off her little pang of jealousy.

“Well I just sort of get nervous, tight, high-strung, agitated you know.”

“And wanking…………….er……I mean……..you know…………doing THAT makes me less tense,” he whimpered.

“I know honey! What about a nice back rub! You always used to like a nice back rub when you were younger! Maybe that will ease your tension,” Michele smiled at her son hoping to ease the tension between them.

“Ok Mom,” he smiled back at her and began to take off his shirt.

“Ok buster turn around,” Michele giggled believing she had totally diffused the situation.

David spun around on the couch; he sat side-on presenting his back to his mother. He pulled off his shirt and tossed it over the back of the couch. It had been quite a while since Michele had seen her son’s naked body and she look appreciatively at his broad shoulders and narrow waist. She reached out tentatively and put her hands on his warm skin, her red fingernails in stark contrast to his pale skin. David shivered.

“Sorry son, are my hands cold?” Michele asked.

“Just a little Mom,” David lied.

The proximity of his mother’s body and the smell of her perfume were highly exciting and when she touched him David’s semi-hard cock began to get hard. His body shivered as his cock began to stiffen. Then his mother began to slowly stroke his back.

“Mmmmm; nice Mom.”

“Good, glad you like it,” Michele’s voice came out a little croaked.

Her son’s skin was warm and pale, almost translucent, his muscles rippled when he shivered and she found that sitting this close to her son while stroking his body was quite disconcerting. A mental picture of her son’s long hard cock suddenly entered her mind and she tried to replace it with something more appropriate but all she could recall were images of her son masturbating in front of his computer.

She shook her head and concentrated on rubbing David’s back. She massaged his shoulders and worked her way down to his waist. David sat still, issuing the occasional groan of contentment.

“My son still likes his back rubbed then?” Michele said breaking the uncomfortable silence.

“Mmmmm,” was all David replied.

“Ok enough,” Michele said raking her nails gently down David’s back in a playful gesture.

“Ohhhh; do that again please mom,” David pleaded.

She did it again, a little harder this time, leaving red trails on her son’s pale skin. David groaned and shuddered. His cock was now rampant.

“Ok David that’s enough,” Michele said insistently.

David quickly spun around and faced his mother and placed her hands on his chest. The move caught Michele by surprise and she left her hands resting lightly on his body.

“Come on Mom; finish the job; you always finished with a nice chest rub,” David pleaded and smiled at his mother.

Michele was uncomfortable being face to face in such close proximity to her son, their knees were touching and she could smell his peppermint-sweet breath. David took her hands in his and began to rub them on his chest; his skin was hairless and smooth to her touch.

“Thanks mom,” David smiled.

“I didn’t say I would did I?” Michele said a little annoyed, but she didn’t remove her hands.

She didn’t want to upset her son again so she smiled meekly at him softly rubbed his chest. She felt his nipples become erect when she stroked them and she quickly moved her hands away from them.

David began to breathe heavily; almost panting. He looked into his mother’s face, she was attractive for her age and she wore heavy makeup, which he liked. He studied her hazel eyes enhanced by black eyeliner, mascara and pink and green eyeshadow. Her high cheekbones were rouged; her lips, now slightly parted, were painted with plum-red lipstick. He let his gaze follow her elegant neck down to her large breasts which pushed against the fabric of her mauve satin blouse, the buttons strained to contain her breasts and he could see the top of her lacy black brassiere.

“David; you’re staring,” Michele whispered, her fingers feather-lightly stroking his chest.

“Sorry Mom; its just you are so beautiful,” he whispered and lowered his eyes.

“Silly boy; I’m an old woman,” she chuckled, trying once more to diffuse an awkward situation.

With his head bowed David stared at his mother’s body. Her pinstriped navy-blue skirt was tightly fastened around her trim waist, the hem of the skirt rested just above her knees. The kick-pleat at the side of the skirt had opened revealing a shapely nylon-clad thigh; he followed her long legs down to her black peep-toe high-heels. He stared at her red painted toenails peeking out of her pumps; they were encased in gauzy reinforced nylon; his cock throbbed.

Michele was breathing as heavily as David was now; their proximity to each other coupled with their repressed desire for one and other was taking its toll on both of their abilities to suppress their lust.

David leaned forward and kissed his mother’s cheek; Michele didn’t back away, she kept stroking his chest. Then he moved his lips to the side of her mouth.

“David?” Michele whispered.

He put his lips on hers.

“David; what are you doing?”

But she still didn’t back away.

He slid his tongue just inside his mother’s mouth.

“Son you know we shouldn’t,” Michele whispered, but kept massaging David’s chest.

David held his mother by the shoulders and continued to kiss her tenderly; his cock was painfully straining against the material of his trousers. Michele felt her sex begin to moisten; she could feel the wetness between her legs. David pressed his lips a little harder on his mother’s and began to explore her sweet mouth with his tongue.

“David! We have to stop now,” Michele mumbled around his tongue.

Michele still made no effort to push her son away even when he removed one hand from her shoulder. Then she heard the ominous sound of a fly being unzipped and David began to fumble in his lap. Michele was too scared to look down. She had to admit it was nice kissing her son this way and she liked stroking his strong young body but she wasn’t sure she liked where this was going now.

Michele tried to pull her face away form David’s but he moved his hand from her shoulder to her head and pulled her face against his. Michele thought that if she struggled hard enough she could break the kiss, but she reasoned to herself that she had already upset her son enough for one day; what harm was a little smooching going to do? She stopped stroking his chest and lightly rested her hands on his shoulders; no need to excite him further.

Suddenly David reached up with his free hand and guided one of his mother’s hands down into his lap. Michele didn’t react fast enough; she didn’t really understand what her son was doing. And then her hand brushed against her son’s erect penis.

Michele came out of her reverie and tried to pull her face away for her son’s and to retract her hand from his lap. David forced her face against his, mashing his lips against his hers, driving his tongue between them and frantically wriggling it around her mouth. David held her hand down in his lap and pushed it onto his rampant cock. Instinctively Michele wrapped her fingers around her son’s shaft. She realised what she had done but the feel of his hard rod sheathed in soft silky skin was intriguing.

Michele stopped fighting. She held her son’s cock loosely between her fingers and with her other hand she pried his fingers from the back of her head. She leaned forward and whispered in his ear.

“Just this once; and we never speak of it again ok?”

David nodded his consent and Michele licked his earlobe and then stuck her tongue in his ear. Then she kissed him; and this time she inserted her tongue in his mouth. David groaned into his mother’s sweet wet mouth.

David felt his mother’s feather-light touch on his manhood. Michele knew her son would come very quickly if she stroked him too hard. She wrapped her fingers around his penis and squeezed; it felt hot and spongy to touch; she explored his glans with her fingertip, running them around the corona and teasing his frenulum with a long fingernail. Her son’s penis pulsed in her hand.

“Please Mom,” David pleaded for release and began to lift his hips up and down; trying to fuck his mother’s hand.

Michele smiled; her panties were soaked and she could smell her sex and feel the heat radiating from her pussy.

Then she began softly stroking her hand up and down the full length of David’s cock. She stopped her upward stroke when her fingers slid over the rim of his glans, before sliding her hand right down to the base, lightly stroking his scrotum, and then sliding her fingers back up the shaft again.

David trembled as his mother ran her hand slowly up and down the entire length of his shaft. He was breathing heavily and his eyes were closed in ecstasy. He opened his eyes and grudgingly broke the kiss but he wanted to see what his mother was doing to him. Michele looked down too; her long fingers were wrapped around her son’s turgid cock and were slowly stroking the erect organ; she saw a small globule of pre-seminal fluid leak from the eye and she smeared it over his glans with a fingertip.

Waves of pleasure washed over David’s body as his mother stroked and squeezed his hard cock, her scent and taste incensed him; he put his hand on her leg and opened her kick-pleat and stroked her gossamer-clad thigh as his penis began to convulse.

Michele felt her son’s penis begin to throb and his breathing suddenly became ragged and his hand slid inside her skirt and fondled her thighs. Despite her state of arousal Michele decided he was going too far and she tried to extricate his hand from under her skirt but it was too late. David refused to move his hand from his mother’s leg; he squeezed her thigh so hard that his fingernails laddering her pantyhose. He held the wrist of her other hand as he fucked it; Michele was still absentmindedly stroking his cock in time with his thrusts.

David let out a loud groan and his hips bucked as he thrust his cock up forcefully against her hand. David stiffened as his scrotum tightened and his cock swelled and pulsed in his mother’s hand.

“Oh Mom…………….” he groaned as his orgasm approached.

“Oh my!” was the only thing Michele could manage to say.

Then David grunted a choked rasp and his issue began to splatter over his mother’s fingers, viscous threads of scalding semen flew though the air with each frenzied thrust of his mother’s fist.

Michele visibly jumped and her eyes widened in surprise as two thick ropes of semen shot powerfully up from David’s cock. They arched upwards and streaked across her body and splattered onto her blouse to be followed in quick succession by another three powerful spurts that landed in her lap, pooling on the material of her skirt. Warm semen dribbled down the hem of her skirt and ran down her leg, soaking her nylons.

Michele continued rubbing and stroking her son throughout his orgasm; she reasoned the damage was now done. Another shot of semen arched straight upwards, before splashing all over the cuff and lower part of the sleeve of her blouse, bringing a moan of annoyance from her as it ran down and soaked into the material. The remaining spurts were less powerful, soaking the skin on her delicate hand and running over and between her fingers which were still gripping her son’s shaft; still sliding up and down its full length.

David’s orgasm subsided and the last droplets of his seed dribbled from the eye of his penis.

“Oh my!” Michele repeated herself.

She was suddenly very concerned about what she had just done with her son; she had let him cajole and coerce her into masturbating him and she was now experiencing intense feelings of regret. She realised the enormity of what had just occurred between them; she knew that she was as much to blame as her son but she wanted to blame David and to absolve herself.

“Oh dear David! What have we done!”

Michele wiped her hand on her skirt and quickly stood up. David just sat there, a feeling of utter content radiating through his body; he had a beatific smile on his face and his eyes were closed with contentment.

Michele ran from the room; she climbed the stairs at a rush and locked herself in her bedroom.

“Mom? Mom? What’s wrong?” David called after her.

Michele ripped off her clothes and threw herself under a scalding hot shower in her ensuite bathroom.

“Oh dear Jesus; what have I done!” she cried.

She soaped herself and to her own disgust she couldn’t help but stroking her sensitive clitoris when she parted her labia and bathed her sex. Her imagination conjured up pictures of David’s cock exploding and spattering her with his seed.

“Oh god help me!” she impatiently pushed open the door of the shower and rushed out.

Still soaking wet she scampered out of her bathroom and opened drawer where she kept her vibrator. She picked up her semen soaked blouse and put it to her face and breathed in the starchy scent of her son’s spend as she pushed the vibrator deep inside her quivering snatch and turned it on. She fell to her knees in the throes of orgasm.

Unbeknownst to her, David was listening at the door.

To be continued.