What Mom Knows Fucks Her Again - Sex Stories

What Mom Knows Fucks Her Again

... erect cock that was stuck awkwardly in my pants and started the longest twenty-minute drive of my life. My mind spun and spun with the upcoming potential that I was going to get to fuck Miranda Collington, the pantyhose wearing dream girl of so many of my stroke sessions. I arrived at her house and Mom's car was in the driveway. I parked and was suddenly filled with anxiety. I took a few deep breaths and walked to the door. It was opened a moment later by Miranda dressed in a black skirt, matching pantyhose and a blue blouse. She looked like she was ready for work tonight. Her radiant smile greeted me. "Come on in, I have heard a lot about you." I walked in, still really nervous, and followed her into her living room. Mom was there and greeted me. "Hi, Curtis." Unsure what Mom had in mind, or what she may have told Miranda, I played it casual. "Hi, Mom." I sat on a lone chair as Mom explained, "I was just telling Miranda here that you were her biggest fan." I blushed. Miranda patted the open spot on the couch and asked, "Is that so?" I glanced at Mom who gave an affirmative nod and, nervously, like a virgin going to a prostitute, walked over to the couch. Sitting down, Miranda's hand went instantly to my leg, her voice dripping with seduction, "So tell Miranda, what do you like about me?" Her hand ever-so-slowly moving up my leg was a major distraction as I stammered, "Um-I-I-I grew up obsessed with your legs. I have a nylon fetish and you were one of the only women on the ...

... planet that always wore them." "Ah-um," my Mom pointed out. I smiled, "Well, other than my Mom, who is probably to blame for my fetish." "Do you want to touch my nylons?" Miranda asked. I nodded my head like some lovelorn boy. She grabbed my hand and placed it on her knee. "So your mother was telling me about your little charade last night," she began. "Don't just sit there stud, roam." My confidence, despite the surreal situation, began to grow and I slowly moved my hand up her leg. Her hand roamed too, landing directly on my cock. "Hmmm, nice. Your mother was not exaggerating." I let out an incontrollable moan. Trying to replicate her aggressiveness, I reached her pantyhose covered crotch. She explained, "Sorry, if I would have known I would be entertaining guests, I would have worn stockings...for easier access." I let out another moan. I looked at Mom, who was smiling perversely. There was a moment of silence, as we each had our hands on the other's private parts through our clothing. The silence was broken when Miranda said, "So, your mom told me that you really want to fuck me." I let out a shocked moan. "Is that true?" she asked, giving my cock a squeeze, as she leaned into me and bit my ear. Weakly, I replied, "Yes, ma'am." "Ma'am? Ma'am is for old people. Am I old?" she asked, pouting. I stammered, attempting to rectify any insult I unintentionally made, "No, sorry, you are one hot bitch." She burst out laughing, "From one extreme to another." I apologized again, ...