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This is essentially a fictitious story based on personal experience from my youth. It contains some reference to u******e sexual encounters which are necessary to understanding the theme of the story which is how my fetish for nylons began and developed over the years. There's not much overt sex happening in this first installment but that will change in the follow up chapters. Unless you have a fetish for nylons, this story will probably not have much appeal to you.
Billy was always a good boy at least in the sense of wanting to please his mother. She was quite a looker for a mom - 5' 7", exotic looks, well dressed meticulously made up with long slender legs often clad in very sheer, non-stretch nylon stockings which Billy really loved to touch. Billy's Mom was a tad on the narcissitic side, self absorbed, insecure, always worried about her husband's adventures in infidelity. She always seemed to be pre-occupied with something but she also overcompensated for her emotional absence by often smothering Billy with what she thought was loving kindness, but he knew better, even as a small boy.
She worked most of the time but managed to be home after Billy returned from school. She was usually still dressed to the nines - high heels, glistening, sheer nylons with that mysterious backseam that rode up the back of her leg disappearing beneath the dress or skirt she was wearing. He smelled her perfume and he enjoyed having a mother who took care in how she dressed and appeared.
She often brought work home with her so if was as if she was still gone, perhaps not physically, but she was engrossed in what she was doing while Billy was left to entertain himself with his toys in his room. He felt strangely alone even though she was physically present.
Billy's mom had a habit carelessly getting dressed in front of him. She often walked about getting ready for her day wearing a white open bottom girdle attached to sheer tan or beige nylons and no shoes. Billy thought nothing of it initially until he grew older and started to become sexual aroused at the sight of his partially dressed mother.
She would also often don her stockings with him present by her side. He would be mesmerized by watching her carefully gather up the sheer stocking, point her toes on one foot as she seductively slid it on carefully pulling it up her sleek leg to attach it to the shiny metal garters attached to her girdle. He continued watching as she attached each garter, usually 4 on each leg, to the glistening stocking caressing her leg.
She usually stood up to fasten the garters on the back of her girdle as she twisted to her side to reach down to grasp her nylons. There was something particularly sexy about that position and Billy watched in almost breathless awe as his mother continued her morning dressing ritual. He was always a little disappointed as she finally stepped into a dress or skirt causing her lingerie to suddenly disappear from plain sight. He sensed that what was under her clothing was not for all eyes to see so he felt pretty lucky and special to have the privilege.
Billy also started noticing his mother's worn girdle with its sheer, wispy stockings still attached, lying about on her dresser after she changed her clothes at the end of the day. He was equally mesmerized by their appearance lying innocently, silently beckoning him to touch their transparent silkiness. As he gently grasped the slippery nylon between his pointer and thumb, his arousal and curiosity reached new heights. The nylon felt so delicate, almost invisible but so enticingly soft and silky.
He could smell the remnants of his mother's familiar perfume lingering around the delicate pile of feminine attire before him. He wondered what felt better - the nylons on her legs or the recently worn ones he was touching. It was like a switch was being flipped in his mind. Suddenly Billy found himself feeling a bevy of emotions along with physical arousal. These empty worn nylons encompassed the essence of his mother's femininity and motherly love along with some mysterious allure which he did not yet fully understand.
It was those days during which Billy's fetish for ultra sheer nylon stockings was born. From that day he first felt his mother's worn nylons, Billy would never see a pair of stockings as mere attire for a woman like socks were for a man. There was something powerful at play here although he didn't understand what it was. All he knew was how seeing, touching and smelling his mother's nylons made him feel. He felt the warmth and security of a mother's love in her absence but he also felt comforted, safe and excited as well.
As the days accumulated one after another, Billy became increasingly interested and aware of all the nylon stockings around him worn by his aunts, female family friends and even strangers on the street and in the stores when he accompanied his mother shopping. He was so aware of their presence, (or absence), that when a woman visited his mother with bare legs, he asked her why she wasn't wearing stockings. That was the first time Billy's mother became aware of his infatuation with nylons.
She began to notice how much attention he directed toward her nylons constantly wanting to touch and feel them on her legs. He would stroke and caress he stocking legs whenever he could, but he especially enjoyed the "horsey rides" he occasional got from his mother. She would extend her stocking leg while Billy gleefully straddled it as she bounced him up and down on the slipperly nylon. Billy could feel its slickness through his pants but it was especially sensational with just his pajamas on because they were made of thin material unlike his denim dungarees. He wondered what the strange sensation was that he was feeling on his diminutive wee wee. It felt exciting and unlike anything else he'd ever felt in his privates.
One evening, weeks later, Billy's parents went out while he was left at home with his older brother babysitting. Billy found another pair of his mother's worn nylons left again on her dresser from the day before. He decided to try to recreate that wonderful tingling feeling of her nylon encased leg he felt during a "horsey ride". He carefully removed the stockings from the girdle's garters and returned to his bed with him carefully stuffing down into the crotch of his pajamas where they came in direct contact with his little penis for the first time.
It was like fireworks exploding in his head and entire body. Their silky, slipperiness was astonishing and indescribable. He turned on his tummy and ground his groin into his mattress making the sheer stockings move and caress his youthful cock. It was a feeling he was immediately addicted to. He had never felt anything so pleasurable in his young life and he knew it was a feeling he wanted to experience again and again.
Whenever the opportunity presented itself, Billy would easily find a pair of his mother's worn stockings to repeat the sensous routine of stuffing them down his pajamas to enjoy their silky caress. It wasn't long before he started exploring new ways of experiencing their delight. He would carefully wrap the diaphenous nylon around his penis which was now becoming strangely erect and extra sensative. The transparent fabric both tickled and titilated.
He continued to find news methods of enjoyment by gathering up one of her stockings between his fingers like he had seen his mother do and carefully pulling it over his penis forming a nylon sheath over it. He found that this greatly increased his feelings of excitement and slipperiness of her nylons.
There was one more sensation Billy wanted to experience. He wanted to rub his exposed penis on his mother's nylon clad legs. But how? He knew what he was doing involved his privates and he was not supposed to be public about it. He had to find another way.
Billy's mother worked hard both away from and at home. As the day began to wind down before she began preparing dinner, it was common for her to stretch out on the couch to breifly relax. Billy would continue entertaining himself in imaginative play not far from his reclined mother. He enjoyed looking up at her nylon clad feet having removed her shoes to feel more relaxed. He also started to notice that she would sometimes fall off to sleep which he could tell from her breathing and soft snoring noises. Billy thought to himself that this was the opportunity he was waiting for.
He would patiently wait until he though his mother had fallen asleep. He then carefully and quietly approached her nylon shod legs and feet bringing his face and lips as close as possible without actually touching her. He could feel the warmth eminating from her body heat as he drew himself painstakingly close to the sheer fabric just millimeters from his face. He knew what her nylons felt like from innocently touching them and feeling them during a "horsey ride." It was all he could do to stop himself from caressing their sheer warmth.
In the days ahead, Billy became more brazen during his mother's afternoon naps. He simply could no longer keep himself from touching and feeling her nylon clad legs and feet. He knew what they felt like to the touch of his fingers but what he really wanted to feel was her warm nylon encased legs on his penis. Finally, the day came. Billy uncontrollably unzipped his pants and pulled out his rigid penis bringing it into contact with his mother's stocking leg. It was all that he had hoped for and more. He could feel the firm flesh of her legs being caressed by her taut stockings. They were smooth, silky and slippery and he continued to rub his youthful member along the length of her nyloned legs.
Billy used to feel abandoned and lonely when his mother napped but now he looked forward to each one as he repeated his obsessive quest to rub his penis along his mother's nylons. He worried only slightly what would happen if she suddenly woke up and found her son with his erect boy penis rubbing along the length of her legs. The sensation and myriad of feelings was simply too overwhelming to cause him to stop. He could not resist them.
His desire for nylons quickly became an obsession. He searched every pair of female legs to see if they were covered in sheer wispy nylon. He started to notice that the nylons worn by other women he saw were sometimes different from his mother's. Some were darker, almost black. Some were so clear and transparent that he had to look extra hard to tell if a woman was even wearing some. Some had backseams. Some did not. Some were very sheer while others looked heavy almost like thin woven socks. Those had almost no appeal to him whatsoever. He only enjoyed seeing very sheer stockings, the kind that glistened and almost sparkled whenever sunlight hit them from the right direction. They looked magical to him.
He especially enjoyed seeing a pretty feminine foot clad in nylon even though he mostly saw women wearing shoes with their stockings. His mother often walked about in her stocking feet or he was able to catch a brief glimpse as she changed from her work shoes into her slippers.
He was particularly intrigued by the darker contrasting parts of the stockings he saw. He noticed some had a darker sole with the contrasting color continuing partly up the heel and back of womens ankles. He noticed the dark seam running up the back of the leg disappearing beneath a skirt or dress. He knew what was under there having seen it time and time again while watching his mother putting on her nylons in the morning. His mother mostly wore the kind with a backseam but he started to notice some newer ones without a seam. They had a dark contrasting heel and toe, (now commonly known as RHTs - reinforced heel-toe). He liked those especially as they became more and more prevelent in her wardrobe with the backseam, fully fashioned kind eventually disappearing from her stocking repetoire.
Consequently, one of his favorite past times was carefully watching women who were seated with their nylon clad legs crossed hoping that the dark welt would mysteriously appear as if it was teasingly peeking out from under its covering. He also kept a close watch on their feet because he noticed many women would seem to enjoy partially dislodging one of their shoes exposing the dark reinforced toe or heel. He loved hearing the slight hiss of the nylon rubbing against leather as she playfully slipped off her shoe partially at first and then completely to continue toying with it. It was hypnotic to watch. He wondered if women did this intentionally or just out of habit. Either way, it was enticingly exciting.
Billy's interest in and desire for nylons became more and more intense as he continued to reach puberty. Something shifted within him. Now it was much more than just the physical sensation and comfort he used to feel although these aspects remained part of his developing fetish.
Part 2 to follow which describes Bill's continuing nylon adventures from puberty to his teens.
Billy was always a good boy at least in the sense of wanting to please his mother. She was quite a looker for a mom - 5' 7", exotic looks, well dressed meticulously made up with long slender legs often clad in very sheer, non-stretch nylon stockings which Billy really loved to touch. Billy's Mom was a tad on the narcissitic side, self absorbed, insecure, always worried about her husband's adventures in infidelity. She always seemed to be pre-occupied with something but she also overcompensated for her emotional absence by often smothering Billy with what she thought was loving kindness, but he knew better, even as a small boy.
She worked most of the time but managed to be home after Billy returned from school. She was usually still dressed to the nines - high heels, glistening, sheer nylons with that mysterious backseam that rode up the back of her leg disappearing beneath the dress or skirt she was wearing. He smelled her perfume and he enjoyed having a mother who took care in how she dressed and appeared.
She often brought work home with her so if was as if she was still gone, perhaps not physically, but she was engrossed in what she was doing while Billy was left to entertain himself with his toys in his room. He felt strangely alone even though she was physically present.
Billy's mom had a habit carelessly getting dressed in front of him. She often walked about getting ready for her day wearing a white open bottom girdle attached to sheer tan or beige nylons and no shoes. Billy thought nothing of it initially until he grew older and started to become sexual aroused at the sight of his partially dressed mother.
She would also often don her stockings with him present by her side. He would be mesmerized by watching her carefully gather up the sheer stocking, point her toes on one foot as she seductively slid it on carefully pulling it up her sleek leg to attach it to the shiny metal garters attached to her girdle. He continued watching as she attached each garter, usually 4 on each leg, to the glistening stocking caressing her leg.
She usually stood up to fasten the garters on the back of her girdle as she twisted to her side to reach down to grasp her nylons. There was something particularly sexy about that position and Billy watched in almost breathless awe as his mother continued her morning dressing ritual. He was always a little disappointed as she finally stepped into a dress or skirt causing her lingerie to suddenly disappear from plain sight. He sensed that what was under her clothing was not for all eyes to see so he felt pretty lucky and special to have the privilege.
Billy also started noticing his mother's worn girdle with its sheer, wispy stockings still attached, lying about on her dresser after she changed her clothes at the end of the day. He was equally mesmerized by their appearance lying innocently, silently beckoning him to touch their transparent silkiness. As he gently grasped the slippery nylon between his pointer and thumb, his arousal and curiosity reached new heights. The nylon felt so delicate, almost invisible but so enticingly soft and silky.
He could smell the remnants of his mother's familiar perfume lingering around the delicate pile of feminine attire before him. He wondered what felt better - the nylons on her legs or the recently worn ones he was touching. It was like a switch was being flipped in his mind. Suddenly Billy found himself feeling a bevy of emotions along with physical arousal. These empty worn nylons encompassed the essence of his mother's femininity and motherly love along with some mysterious allure which he did not yet fully understand.
It was those days during which Billy's fetish for ultra sheer nylon stockings was born. From that day he first felt his mother's worn nylons, Billy would never see a pair of stockings as mere attire for a woman like socks were for a man. There was something powerful at play here although he didn't understand what it was. All he knew was how seeing, touching and smelling his mother's nylons made him feel. He felt the warmth and security of a mother's love in her absence but he also felt comforted, safe and excited as well.
As the days accumulated one after another, Billy became increasingly interested and aware of all the nylon stockings around him worn by his aunts, female family friends and even strangers on the street and in the stores when he accompanied his mother shopping. He was so aware of their presence, (or absence), that when a woman visited his mother with bare legs, he asked her why she wasn't wearing stockings. That was the first time Billy's mother became aware of his infatuation with nylons.
She began to notice how much attention he directed toward her nylons constantly wanting to touch and feel them on her legs. He would stroke and caress he stocking legs whenever he could, but he especially enjoyed the "horsey rides" he occasional got from his mother. She would extend her stocking leg while Billy gleefully straddled it as she bounced him up and down on the slipperly nylon. Billy could feel its slickness through his pants but it was especially sensational with just his pajamas on because they were made of thin material unlike his denim dungarees. He wondered what the strange sensation was that he was feeling on his diminutive wee wee. It felt exciting and unlike anything else he'd ever felt in his privates.
One evening, weeks later, Billy's parents went out while he was left at home with his older brother babysitting. Billy found another pair of his mother's worn nylons left again on her dresser from the day before. He decided to try to recreate that wonderful tingling feeling of her nylon encased leg he felt during a "horsey ride". He carefully removed the stockings from the girdle's garters and returned to his bed with him carefully stuffing down into the crotch of his pajamas where they came in direct contact with his little penis for the first time.
It was like fireworks exploding in his head and entire body. Their silky, slipperiness was astonishing and indescribable. He turned on his tummy and ground his groin into his mattress making the sheer stockings move and caress his youthful cock. It was a feeling he was immediately addicted to. He had never felt anything so pleasurable in his young life and he knew it was a feeling he wanted to experience again and again.
Whenever the opportunity presented itself, Billy would easily find a pair of his mother's worn stockings to repeat the sensous routine of stuffing them down his pajamas to enjoy their silky caress. It wasn't long before he started exploring new ways of experiencing their delight. He would carefully wrap the diaphenous nylon around his penis which was now becoming strangely erect and extra sensative. The transparent fabric both tickled and titilated.
He continued to find news methods of enjoyment by gathering up one of her stockings between his fingers like he had seen his mother do and carefully pulling it over his penis forming a nylon sheath over it. He found that this greatly increased his feelings of excitement and slipperiness of her nylons.
There was one more sensation Billy wanted to experience. He wanted to rub his exposed penis on his mother's nylon clad legs. But how? He knew what he was doing involved his privates and he was not supposed to be public about it. He had to find another way.
Billy's mother worked hard both away from and at home. As the day began to wind down before she began preparing dinner, it was common for her to stretch out on the couch to breifly relax. Billy would continue entertaining himself in imaginative play not far from his reclined mother. He enjoyed looking up at her nylon clad feet having removed her shoes to feel more relaxed. He also started to notice that she would sometimes fall off to sleep which he could tell from her breathing and soft snoring noises. Billy thought to himself that this was the opportunity he was waiting for.
He would patiently wait until he though his mother had fallen asleep. He then carefully and quietly approached her nylon shod legs and feet bringing his face and lips as close as possible without actually touching her. He could feel the warmth eminating from her body heat as he drew himself painstakingly close to the sheer fabric just millimeters from his face. He knew what her nylons felt like from innocently touching them and feeling them during a "horsey ride." It was all he could do to stop himself from caressing their sheer warmth.
In the days ahead, Billy became more brazen during his mother's afternoon naps. He simply could no longer keep himself from touching and feeling her nylon clad legs and feet. He knew what they felt like to the touch of his fingers but what he really wanted to feel was her warm nylon encased legs on his penis. Finally, the day came. Billy uncontrollably unzipped his pants and pulled out his rigid penis bringing it into contact with his mother's stocking leg. It was all that he had hoped for and more. He could feel the firm flesh of her legs being caressed by her taut stockings. They were smooth, silky and slippery and he continued to rub his youthful member along the length of her nyloned legs.
Billy used to feel abandoned and lonely when his mother napped but now he looked forward to each one as he repeated his obsessive quest to rub his penis along his mother's nylons. He worried only slightly what would happen if she suddenly woke up and found her son with his erect boy penis rubbing along the length of her legs. The sensation and myriad of feelings was simply too overwhelming to cause him to stop. He could not resist them.
His desire for nylons quickly became an obsession. He searched every pair of female legs to see if they were covered in sheer wispy nylon. He started to notice that the nylons worn by other women he saw were sometimes different from his mother's. Some were darker, almost black. Some were so clear and transparent that he had to look extra hard to tell if a woman was even wearing some. Some had backseams. Some did not. Some were very sheer while others looked heavy almost like thin woven socks. Those had almost no appeal to him whatsoever. He only enjoyed seeing very sheer stockings, the kind that glistened and almost sparkled whenever sunlight hit them from the right direction. They looked magical to him.
He especially enjoyed seeing a pretty feminine foot clad in nylon even though he mostly saw women wearing shoes with their stockings. His mother often walked about in her stocking feet or he was able to catch a brief glimpse as she changed from her work shoes into her slippers.
He was particularly intrigued by the darker contrasting parts of the stockings he saw. He noticed some had a darker sole with the contrasting color continuing partly up the heel and back of womens ankles. He noticed the dark seam running up the back of the leg disappearing beneath a skirt or dress. He knew what was under there having seen it time and time again while watching his mother putting on her nylons in the morning. His mother mostly wore the kind with a backseam but he started to notice some newer ones without a seam. They had a dark contrasting heel and toe, (now commonly known as RHTs - reinforced heel-toe). He liked those especially as they became more and more prevelent in her wardrobe with the backseam, fully fashioned kind eventually disappearing from her stocking repetoire.
Consequently, one of his favorite past times was carefully watching women who were seated with their nylon clad legs crossed hoping that the dark welt would mysteriously appear as if it was teasingly peeking out from under its covering. He also kept a close watch on their feet because he noticed many women would seem to enjoy partially dislodging one of their shoes exposing the dark reinforced toe or heel. He loved hearing the slight hiss of the nylon rubbing against leather as she playfully slipped off her shoe partially at first and then completely to continue toying with it. It was hypnotic to watch. He wondered if women did this intentionally or just out of habit. Either way, it was enticingly exciting.
Billy's interest in and desire for nylons became more and more intense as he continued to reach puberty. Something shifted within him. Now it was much more than just the physical sensation and comfort he used to feel although these aspects remained part of his developing fetish.
Part 2 to follow which describes Bill's continuing nylon adventures from puberty to his teens.
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