When I was a boy I went about in a state of permanent arousal, seeing my auburn-haired mother in her pantyhose. I used to try to peek up her skirt, and often I caught flashes of the crotch of her dark tan pantyhose and the hose seam running up her crotch. I loved the way the seam dug into her vagina, through her white nylon panties, making the cunt bulge either side of the seam. I longed to bite her thighs and splash my cum over her legs.

Even later, in my 20s, she turned me on something shocking. One of the best moments was being called through to her room - she wanted to ask me to fetch something from downstairs for her. She stood talking to me wearing a white corselette and tan pantyhose on her long legs.

I kept her talking as long as possible, trying to ogle her legs but not make it seem like I was looking. My cock pounded in my jeans.

She walked about the room and her nylons rasped as her thighs brushed together. I wanted to slide my cock between the tops of her thighs, grasp her buttocks and pull her back and forth, jerking her against me until I shot my load on her pantyhose and splashed the backs of her legs.

That night, in bed, I pulled myself off all night long. I had to jerk off twice before I could sleep, but I kept waking up, thinking about mummy's legs in tan hose. I jerked off again, dozed off and woke again with a hard on. I pulled myself off six times during the night before I could finally sleep. My t-shirt and belly were completely covered in sticky cum.

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