Stepson love my pantyhose legs

I married my second husband 3 years ago. About a year after we were married his 15 year old son came to live with us. It was nice having a kid around because I did not have any from my first marriage because my ex was a selfish p****. So at 37 I have this handsome looking kid move into our home. As the years went by I was watching him grow into a young man and what a man he was turning into. By his junior year and at 17 he was 6'2", weighed 190 and had a great and I mean great body. I am a business woman and I like to dress professional but also a bit sexy. I always wear skirts, pantyhose and high heels. It seems to help get the men's attention in our business and it makes me feel great. I have never been a cheater and love my husband more than anything so he would never have to worry about me cheating on him with another man at work or anywhere else for that matter, well except for home I guess. My stepsons junior year I noticed him noticing me and my legs more and more. He would make comments occasionally about how women should have to wear pantyhose that they make a woman look fantastic. His father would always agree and tell him maybe you will get lucky like I did and find a woman who likes to wear them. My stepson would make more suggestive comments when his dad wasn't around but nothing inappropriate but I knew what he was saying. He started walking around when his dad wasn't home with no shirt on and tight spandex shorts with no underwear on. I could tell how large his p**** was and with that muscular back, shoulders and washboard stomach it would drive me insane! I was really starting to notice him too. He would make comments that women should only wear sheer to waist pantyhose and they should be shiny or not be worn at all. I would ask him how he knew so much about pantyhose and he said he would look at women on the internet. He said to me that I should buy certain brands and so I started to. One morning I decided to wear a very short skirt, a pair of the wolford neon 40's that my step son suggested s white blouse and tan 4" heels. His father left early for a meeting and I was standing at the sink looking out at the pool and my son was out there with no shirt on and sweat glistening off his body looking great. He came into the kitchen and saw my outfit and said damn you look good Janet! I just kind of giggled but it sent shock waves to my p****. I was putting some glasses in the cupboard and he walked up behind me to get one, knowing there were plenty clean in dishwasher. He reached over my shoulder pressure his huge d*** into my ass. As he grabbed a glass with one hand he took his other and ran his hand up my pantyhose legs to my ass. As he did he softly moaned in my ear. He then said I love the feel of your legs in hose. With his d*** still pressed against my ass I could feel how hard it was. I said Michael you should stop. He said I should but I can't. Still standing behind me he set the glass on the counter reached both hands around the front of my thighs and ran his hands all over them, then he pulled up the front of my skirt and started to rub my p****. My head was saying stop but my hand reached behind me and grabbed his d*** in his swim trunks. He pulled my hair away from my neck and started to kiss my neck and whispered in my ear that he was gonna f*** me in the hose that I bought to wear for him! We both knew I bought them to wear for him. He started rubbing my p**** gently and it was driving me crazy, he said you have been dying to feel my c*** in you and I'm going to give it to you. Just then the phone rang and it was my husband, he said that him and his team had to go to Texas for the week that they were having issues in the field and his team had to fly out that evening, he said he would be home in about an hour to pack then leave. I told him I would take the day off to see him off. I got off the phone and told my stepson what his dad had said and this would have to wait! He said I'm not waiting, I've waited long enough for you. He bent me over the table, hike up my skirt and took a pair of scissors and cut a slit in the gusset of my hose. He felt my legs up and down then put his d*** in me. The feeling was glorious. I'd never had a d*** in me that big. He f***** me like he wanted it to last all day! I knew his dad would be home soon and my head wanted him to hurry and c** but my body wanted him to take his time with my p****. I found myself lost in the s** we were having, it felt so good! I started yelling out for him to f*** his stepmoms p**** good! I yelled out you wanted this p**** so f*** me like you want it! I had never felt so much passion! I yelled out to him and asked if he like his stepmoms pantyhose ass. He said I've wanted her ass in these pantyhose for so long, he said I want to duck you in these hose all day everyday! My p**** was dripping for him, it ached for his d***! I wanted more but knew we should stop. to be continued.


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  • I read your narration with deep sense of empathy. A lot of folks have had enough confusion from a "confused world" to last for a life time! Lack of "personal identity" can bore oneself sick even to having suicide thoughts . Have I once considered suicide in my life? Yes and indeed, many folks you see that walk the streets are full of challenges and pains that were inflicted or innate. In my own case, in my teens , I thought I will not be able to achieve anything because I was abused as a child , lived in a home that always felt like an explosive device was about to ignite. I struggled with these feelings and tried to fill the void via alcohol and "street smokes". I found fake boldness that was transient. I envied and wanted to be like others. I began to steal. Well, I am an adult now, well educated, employed, married, had kids, drug/alcohol/smoke free, and really free from all my demons. How? Yes, I know that this will be the question in your heart. It sounded foolish and dreamlike but it was real. Someone gave me a copy of "New Testament and Psalms and proverbs"; a little blue covered book which could fit into my pocket. It was published by Gideon international. I began to read it from "The Gospel of John" like he advised me. I love reading and it made sense. Well, I may not be able to tell you all that happened to me but I discovered that as I read it daily, I began to be attracted to and talk to the main character in the story; Jesus and it seemed like and old self of mine was dropping off daily. At some point , I was shocked when I was out with my friends and realized that I hadn't touched alcohol in the past 2 weeks! And the stranger thing was that alcohol lost its appeal to me. In fact, it disgusted me. My friends told me that they will "give me just three months" and I will drink myself to stupor like before. well it has been years and I keep getting better; more pleasant than the person I ever tried to be. Jesus is beautiful.

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  • 19 “There was a rich man who was dressed in purple and fine linen and lived in luxury every day. 20 At his gate was laid a beggar named Lazarus, covered with sores 21 and longing to eat what fell from the rich man’s table. Even the dogs came and licked his sores. 22 “The time came when the beggar died and the angels carried him to Abraham’s side. The rich man also died and was buried. 23 In Hades, where he was in torment, he looked up and saw Abraham far away, with Lazarus by his side. 24 So he called to him, ‘Father Abraham, have pity on me and send Lazarus to dip the tip of his finger in water and cool my tongue, because I am in agony in this fire.’ 25 “But Abraham replied, ‘Son, remember that in your lifetime you received your good things, while Lazarus received bad things, but now he is comforted here and you are in agony. 26 And besides all this, between us and you a great chasm has been set in place, so that those who want to go from here to you cannot, nor can anyone cross over from there to us.’ 27 “He answered, ‘Then I beg you, father, send Lazarus to my family, 28 for I have five brothers. Let him warn them, so that they will not also come to this place of torment.’ 29 “Abraham replied, ‘They have Moses and the Prophets; let them listen to them.’ 30 “‘No, father Abraham,’ he said, ‘but if someone from the dead goes to them, they will repent.’ 31 “He said to him, ‘If they do not listen to Moses and the Prophets, they will not be convinced even if someone rises from the dead.’”

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