in love with stockings mom

Author: guzihang
Word count: 10007
My name is Xiaobin. I am 18 years old. I am handsome and tall. I like to play basketball, so I have a very good figure. Although I am not as muscular as a man, I have strong muscles and a six-pack.

Don’t talk about his father, not impressed. Let ’s talk about the mother. My mother is the boss of a small company. I did n’t earn a lot of money, but small money continued. Because of this mother, my mother and son were dependent on each other, but my life was not bitter, but I was emotionally lacking. This also caused me to have a love mother. When I realized this, I had deeply fell in love with my respectable mother. Dear, I ca n’t extricate myself, but I can only bury this kind of unusual emotions in my heart, because it is impossible to have results.

My mother’s name is Xu Lin, 38 years old. From my handsome appearance, I know that my mother’s appearance is not bad. I like to wear black and beautiful hair behind my head, which looks smart and capable. I have a pair of big eyes that are both charming and bright. The nose is very straight. The mouth is not a small cherry mouth, but it is not big. When I smile, there are cute dimples on both sides of the mouth. Contact, it seems that I have no intention of finding another man, and then I know that the man my mother wants to find is me.

Although my mother’s appearance is excellent, what fascinates me the most is my mother’s figure. My mother is very tall and her breasts are not very big, but she is definitely not small. In addition, my mother is 1.72 meters tall. Because of this, a pair of white and tender legs are slender and round, with perfect proportions. And because of her occupation, she often wears all kinds of stockings, pantyhose, suspenders and stockings. Later, she felt uncomfortable without wearing them all day. It is for this reason that I am also obsessed with silk stockings. At home, what I focus most on is my mother’s beautiful legs that always wear silk stockings.

And the time when my mother and I had sex was during the summer vacation when I finished the college entrance examination. Now I think of it like a dream. Since the university I applied for is far away, I was destined to be separated from my mother for a period of time and space. After I got the notification letter, I was not at all happy to be admitted to a key university. Instead, my mood was relatively low. Seeing that I was always listless, my mother finally asked with concern one night: “Bin’er, what’s wrong with you these days? You don’t seem very happy.”

I hesitated for a while, but still answered truthfully: “I can’t bear you, Mom.”

After hearing this, my mother was silent for a while, and said softly, “Me too, my son.” After she finished speaking, she hugged me tightly in her arms. The familiar feeling fascinated me.

My head is just between my mother’s fragrant breastsAt that time, I didn’t have any distracting thoughts, but I just hugged my mother’s willow waist tightly, feeling the pure maternal love. In fact, such hugs often occur due to family reasons. My mother and I didn’t think it was strange, even though I was 18 years old and I was a man who knew about men and women.

It’s just that today’s hug is very long, and this kind of hug will gradually change after a long time. Since my mother just came back from work, she is still wearing a black OL uniform, but she has already taken off the small black suit on top. She only has a white shirt on her upper body. The weather is hot, and the white shirt has two buttons open, revealing a large white greasy chest. The beige bra is right in front of my eyes.

But my eyes moved down involuntarily, because the beautiful legs in stockings that fascinated me the most were right in front of my eyes. My mother was wearing a black tube skirt and black stockings. Under the light, the black silk gave off a maddening light, and my mother and I were sitting on the sofa, and my mother held me in her arms again, so my mother didn’t seem to notice her son’s eyes that gradually became fiery.

Looking at my mother’s beautiful legs bent and closed due to sitting, my heartbeat became faster and faster. Finally, the left hand holding my mother’s slender waist was slowly released, and then I boldly stretched out to my mother’s fleshy thigh.

“No, she is my mother!” But when I was about to touch my mother’s beautiful black silk legs exuding fatal temptation, my mother’s delicate face suddenly flashed in my mind, and a sense of shame and guilt immediately surrounded me, and my hands stopped. Why? Why is she my mother?

I became depressed because of this, I couldn’t help pushing my mother away, and quickly returned to the room, but I didn’t notice the disappointment and struggle flashing across my mother’s face when I pushed her away.

After that night, I couldn’t control my thoughts anymore. My mind was full of my mother’s charming and graceful figure. When I masturbated at night, I even fantasized about my mother wearing a uniform and black silk and being crushed under me. At this time, I finally understood that my Oedipus complex was about to explode.

But what surprised me was that my mother’s behavior became weird, and she cared and became more intimate with me. She always liked to hold me and talk about interesting things in the company, and caressed my broad back and strong thighs inadvertently.

But when my mother saw that I was indifferent, she became even more presumptuous. Not to mention her clothes became more and more revealing at home, and she always rubbed against me. One night, I finally couldn’t help asking: “Mom, these days… why are you clinging to me?”

Mom rolled up her hair by her ear, stared at her, and said softly, “Bin’er, you’re going to college, and I won’t be able to hug you for a long time. Why, Bin’er, don’t you like it?” At the end, her expression became resentful, as if she was acting like a spoiled lover.

Seeing my mother’s charming expression gave me a terrible thought: “Mom is seducing me!”Can’t hold back anymore.

Then, this kind of thought began to affect my hot heart, looking at my mother’s eyes