Chapter 6: Masturbating to Mom’s Stockings

The flesh-colored stockings feel slippery and a little cool, which makes all the pores in my body open.

I slowly picked up the pair of flesh-colored stockings from the basin, and slid my other hand gently over the stockings, just like touching Mom’s beautiful legs, smooth, soft and delicate, which reminded me of the black leggings Mom wore in the elevator in the morning, which were also smooth and soft.

If Mom wore this pair of flesh-colored stockings in the morning, would it feel different?

When I thought of the scene of touching Mom’s thighs in the elevator in the morning, and now I was holding Mom’s stockings in my hand, the penis under my crotch instantly hardened. Looking at the stockings in my hand, I lowered my head and smelled them. This smell was like opening the dark shackles in my heart, and it was unstoppable.

One hand held the penis under my crotch, stroking it slowly, and the other hand held my mother’s stockings, tightly pressed against my face, and took a deep breath. The slightly sour smell of sweat mixed with the fragrance of my mother’s body instantly filled my nose. It turned out that my mother’s stockings smelled like this, which could make people feel ecstatic.

The penis under my crotch was already hard to the extreme, and I couldn’t wait to vent it. A hint of hesitation flashed in my eyes, but I couldn’t resist the temptation of my mother’s stockings in my heart, and I put the stockings on my penis with trembling hands.

“Hu ... hiss.”

The cool stockings on the penis, the comfortable pleasure, made me tremble and moan involuntarily.

Imagining the stockings on my mother’s legs, and my penis tightly pressed against my mother’s legs wearing stockings, the forbidden stimulating pleasure made my teeth tremble.

The hand holding the penis seemed to be out of control. I trembled and took my mother’s flesh-colored stockings and put them on the penis under my crotch. I imagined my mother wearing flesh-colored stockings like Jiang Yueyue putting her legs together. My thick and long penis slowly twitched between my mother’s beautiful legs.

The double stimulation brought by the mind and the body did not last long. The penis under my crotch showed signs of ejaculation. I fantasized and rubbed the penis under my crotch quickly. In my mind, I hugged my mother’s legs, and the penis squeezed between the gap between my mother’s beautiful legs. My lower body slapped my mother’s white legs hard, and the penis twitched faster and faster...

The penis was extremely hard, with obvious bulges of blue veins. I leaned against the wall of the bathroom, rubbing my balls with one hand and stroking my penis quickly with the other hand.

“Huh...”

I made a trembling sound in my throat, and the glans jumped and finally ejaculated.

Puff ... Puff ... Puff...

After a while, a large amount of white semen was sprayed fiercely on my mother’s flesh-colored stockings. My upper body was trembling, and my cock was numb. I felt that my soul was trembling at this moment.

“Hu...”

After the impulse and climax, my mind slowly calmed down. So much semen was shot on my mother’s stockings. If I didn’t clean it up and my mother found out, I guess she would be skinned and cramped. When I thought of this, I shuddered.

I can’t let my mother find out!

I looked outside the bathroom. It was already dark. My mother should be back from buying vegetables soon. I had to clean up the scene quickly.

I wiped it with my hands first, but found that it couldn’t be wiped off. Instead, the more I wiped, the larger the range of semen was. What should I do? What should I do? I was like an ant on a hot pot, stomping my feet and wandering back and forth in the bathroom.

Time was getting tighter and I was getting more and more anxious. I was thinking of a solution in a hurry.

I took the stockings that had been ejaculated on, threw them into the water to wash, took them out and wrung them out, and smelled them again. After finding that there was no strange smell, I put the stockings back to the original position in the basin.

Then I took off my clothes and pants, stood under the shower, and started to take a shower. The bathroom is not very large, so the location of the washing machine is not far from the location of the shower. As long as the faucet is turned to the maximum water spray, the water will definitely spray into the washing basin.

Hey, I am really a little smart ghost, and I couldn’t help but praise myself in my heart.

But then, my head was washed by cold water, and I instantly became extremely sober, and a strong sense of guilt surged in my heart.

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“Did you take a shower in the afternoon?”

“It was too hot, so I took a shower.”

At the dinner table, my mother took a sip of soup and questioned me. At this time, I told her the reason I had prepared in the afternoon.

It’s too hot in summer, and the air conditioner is not turned on yet. It’s not too much to take a shower, right? I have a reason!

Mom didn’t ask any more questions. If I was sure that I took a shower, then her stockings must have been wet when I took a shower. But why did I feel that there was something wrong with the way Mom looked at me?

Did I not wash it clean? Or did Mom smell it and found out? I looked up and asked tentatively: “Mom, is there a problem?”

“It’s okay. I put a pair of pants in the bathroom and got them wet. I guess you didn’t notice it.” Mom frowned and didn’t say anything else.

I scratched my head and pretended to be ignorant. Just when I wanted to explain a few more words, I saw Dad knocking on the table: “Just let your mom wash it again, and eat quickly.”

“Oh.” I responded and buried my head to continue eating.

Although I looked calm on the surface, my heart was a mess like a sheep being herded. Mom must have found something, otherwise she wouldn’t have frowned all the time.

I quickly ate a few mouthfuls of rice, told my parents that I was full, and then returned to the bedroom with a guilty conscience.

Lying on my large and soft bed, I began to think seriously in my heart. I must have washed my mother’s stockings clean, and in order to prevent her from smelling it, I even washed them several times with clean water. Is there something wrong?

“Oh! So annoying!”

I rolled over on the bed and sat up with a depressed look on my face. I guess my brain cells are dead and I can’t figure out what’s wrong. I might as well go and have a look.

Thinking of this, my restless heart became agitated again. The taste of ecstasy reappeared in my mind again. Maybe I can enjoy my mother’s stockings again.

The impulsive desire drove me to take action. I walked to the door quietly and put my ear tightly against the crack of the door. I heard that there was no movement outside. I held the door handle and slowly opened the door. I slipped out of the bedroom sideways and observed with a sly look.

Dad was busy on duty at the hospital for two days and was exhausted. Now he has returned to the bedroom and is lying down. When I heard the sound of water coming from the kitchen, my mother must be washing dishes in the kitchen. There was no one in the living room or the bathroom. I couldn’t help but add some courage to me.

I tightened my slippers tightly, stepped on the floor as quietly as possible, held the wall with my hands, and tiptoed to the bathroom door. Standing at the bathroom door, I glanced at the kitchen and heard the sound of water still splashing in the kitchen. I couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief. If my mother suddenly came out and saw me sneaking around, I would have to pretend to faint on the spot.

Holding the door handle and gently pushing the door open, my heartbeat couldn’t help but beat fast. The palms holding the door handle were sweating from nervousness, but when I thought of my mother’s stockings in front of me, I could wrap my cock again and enjoy the pleasure of floating in the air, I felt that it was all worth it, even the fear that my mother had brought me for a long time was thrown behind my mind.

In the bathroom, the flesh-colored stockings I had used were lying quietly in the washing basin, as if waiting for my visit. Without any hesitation, I walked over and took the stockings in my hand, staring at my mother’s stockings like crazy, and my inner desire burst out again.

I believe that after seeing my mother in person, no one can refuse the stockings that my mother has worn, including me, her biological son.

It is an extreme temptation, a seduction of desire, it is the devil that attracts me to fall into the abyss of incest.

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The thin stockings are still a little wet and not so comfortable to touch, but this does not prevent me from using it to masturbate. I took a deep sniff of the stockings. It is very light and no longer has the original flavor before washing, but there is still a small fragrance that can be smelled. This may be related to how long my mother has worn it.