Mom, Nylons and Me
Growing up on a farm near relatives was fun in the '50's and on, We had a small old home on a g**** vineyard a mile or so from a small town, an aunt and uncle lived a mile further away on a farm and another aunt and uncle were close by also. Our house started out as a two-room cabin in the early 1900's, added on a modernized in the 1930's about 10 years before I arrived on the scene. One could walk around the house inside...kitchen to living room, folk's bedroom. my and my brother's bedroom...going thru the bathroom's two doors completed the circle. A large common closet was entered from my bedroom...this layout will come in to play later in my life.
When my Mother got ready to go someplace, she usually finished dressing in my bedroom, close to the closet. I was in my youth playing on the floor when she put on her nylons...I watched out of the corner of my eye this grand process. As I got older, I sensed I shouldn't be so obvious and moved around the bed hidden from Mom's view, but still seeing what went on. I was learning that all women weren't built the same. I compared Mom to ladies at church and at the grocery store. I was taken by how her slender legs turned into such big, soft, fleshy thighs farther above her knees. She sat on the edge of my bed or the desk chair while taking great care to slowly pull the stockings up way over her knees.
"Why are you doing that so slowly Mom?" I asked.
"Nylons are expensive and it is easy to cause a 'runner' if I go too fast, John," she answered.
I went back what I was doing, but when she stood up to fasten the back garters, my eyes weren't about to miss seeing her large, shapely upper legs and their pale coloring...this ritual became more interesting as the years passed.
Finally one day riding home with her from the store I got the gumption to ask, "Can I undo your stockings when we get home?"
"What?" she asked.
I repeated, "can I undo your stocking when we get home?" nervously stammering this time.
"Oh, I guess so, you've seen me do it plenty of times," she answered somewhat amused.
We carried in the groceries and put them away, I stood nervously by when she motioned me to follow her. She stopped by me bed and slowly pulled up her dress, still standing, and said, "go ahead." I moved toward her and just marveled at what I saw and was about to touch, her nice smooth, soft skin of her legs that I had admired for a long time, I reached for the first snap and fumbled a bit and clumsily undid it, committing to memory the way she felt on the back of my fingers, the other three went better and was done before I knew it, still I wished to run the palm of my hand over her luscious assets.
"Thank you," she even said. Politely I said, "You're welcome, and can I fasten them sometime too,"
Her standard answer followed when some questions were asked, "we'll see."
I did get to help putting on her nylons a few more times, but the activity never went further, but the sight and touch were solidly in my memory, especially the way her flesh hung between the edge of the bed and her knee...she maybe was relieved I didn't bother her for a time.
Time went by and all of a sudden one morning I awoke with a mess in my briefs, plus had a dream about a seemingly naked woman playing with my pecker! I had finally had the "Wet Dream" several of my buddies had talked about, now I was in the club too. Fortunately, only my shorts were wet, not the sheets...I got up to go to the bathroom and clean up the goo and grab another pair out of the hamper and hide the wet ones...Mom must have heard me and came in thru the other door, she saw me changing and looked in the hamper and picked out the offending pair, looked at them, felt them and took a finger sample to her nose and said, "welcome to manhood, my son, it's all part of growing up." No more was said, but as I went back to bed and relived the short dream, I realized the woman was a composite of my Mother and her two sisters! As time passed, my curiosity ran rampant, now I wanted to see Mom fully undressed, I wondered how to see her.
Lying in bed one night, as always Mom took her bath late, I, for some reason raised my head and saw the little shaft of light coursing thru the old-style keyhole....I could see movement in the light and my mind went to work. Then next afternoon I cleaned decades of dust and lint out of the keyhole with a tiny brush...the hole was big enough to see a good part of our bathroom and the tub. I watched from bed a couple nights and learned she was a creature of habit...on the third evening, I rose quietly from bed and made my way to the door being sure not make the floor squeak, or touch my forehead to the doorknob, that would be a fatal error. She rose off the commode only inches from my eye...I was shaking with anticipation as she removed her slip, unfasted her bra (a 34 B, I checked)...wow, unfettered breasts shaking unknowingly for me, then she slid her panties down, placed the underthings in the hamper and stepped into the tub. She sat for a bit and started to wash herself, face first, then her arms, torso, breasts then her legs. She spent a long time with her breasts, carefully washing and maybe admiring them. After a time, her knees became visible over the rim of the tub, I also saw she leaned back to the rear of the tub, closed her eyes and was rubbing, washing and enjoying her vagina...I saw a new side of Mom that moment.
Soon she arose, removed the drain plug, stood up a grabbed her towel, and stepped out...my field of vision was from her knees to her shoulders and I sure enjoyed it even though the towel blocked some of the good stuff...the big shock for me came when she leaned over to swish the remaining water to the drain...for the first time I saw her massive pelt of light brown pubic hair visible between her spread legs! Not curly as I thought it would be, but basically straight and very wavy, still dripping of water...Wow! My idea worked successfully and I did it several more nights until I learned I would see nothing new, but I had a mind now full of visions to recall while masturbating! Mom's body was no longer a mystery for the most part...one more adventure in growing up!
When my Mother got ready to go someplace, she usually finished dressing in my bedroom, close to the closet. I was in my youth playing on the floor when she put on her nylons...I watched out of the corner of my eye this grand process. As I got older, I sensed I shouldn't be so obvious and moved around the bed hidden from Mom's view, but still seeing what went on. I was learning that all women weren't built the same. I compared Mom to ladies at church and at the grocery store. I was taken by how her slender legs turned into such big, soft, fleshy thighs farther above her knees. She sat on the edge of my bed or the desk chair while taking great care to slowly pull the stockings up way over her knees.
"Why are you doing that so slowly Mom?" I asked.
"Nylons are expensive and it is easy to cause a 'runner' if I go too fast, John," she answered.
I went back what I was doing, but when she stood up to fasten the back garters, my eyes weren't about to miss seeing her large, shapely upper legs and their pale coloring...this ritual became more interesting as the years passed.
Finally one day riding home with her from the store I got the gumption to ask, "Can I undo your stockings when we get home?"
"What?" she asked.
I repeated, "can I undo your stocking when we get home?" nervously stammering this time.
"Oh, I guess so, you've seen me do it plenty of times," she answered somewhat amused.
We carried in the groceries and put them away, I stood nervously by when she motioned me to follow her. She stopped by me bed and slowly pulled up her dress, still standing, and said, "go ahead." I moved toward her and just marveled at what I saw and was about to touch, her nice smooth, soft skin of her legs that I had admired for a long time, I reached for the first snap and fumbled a bit and clumsily undid it, committing to memory the way she felt on the back of my fingers, the other three went better and was done before I knew it, still I wished to run the palm of my hand over her luscious assets.
"Thank you," she even said. Politely I said, "You're welcome, and can I fasten them sometime too,"
Her standard answer followed when some questions were asked, "we'll see."
I did get to help putting on her nylons a few more times, but the activity never went further, but the sight and touch were solidly in my memory, especially the way her flesh hung between the edge of the bed and her knee...she maybe was relieved I didn't bother her for a time.
Time went by and all of a sudden one morning I awoke with a mess in my briefs, plus had a dream about a seemingly naked woman playing with my pecker! I had finally had the "Wet Dream" several of my buddies had talked about, now I was in the club too. Fortunately, only my shorts were wet, not the sheets...I got up to go to the bathroom and clean up the goo and grab another pair out of the hamper and hide the wet ones...Mom must have heard me and came in thru the other door, she saw me changing and looked in the hamper and picked out the offending pair, looked at them, felt them and took a finger sample to her nose and said, "welcome to manhood, my son, it's all part of growing up." No more was said, but as I went back to bed and relived the short dream, I realized the woman was a composite of my Mother and her two sisters! As time passed, my curiosity ran rampant, now I wanted to see Mom fully undressed, I wondered how to see her.
Lying in bed one night, as always Mom took her bath late, I, for some reason raised my head and saw the little shaft of light coursing thru the old-style keyhole....I could see movement in the light and my mind went to work. Then next afternoon I cleaned decades of dust and lint out of the keyhole with a tiny brush...the hole was big enough to see a good part of our bathroom and the tub. I watched from bed a couple nights and learned she was a creature of habit...on the third evening, I rose quietly from bed and made my way to the door being sure not make the floor squeak, or touch my forehead to the doorknob, that would be a fatal error. She rose off the commode only inches from my eye...I was shaking with anticipation as she removed her slip, unfasted her bra (a 34 B, I checked)...wow, unfettered breasts shaking unknowingly for me, then she slid her panties down, placed the underthings in the hamper and stepped into the tub. She sat for a bit and started to wash herself, face first, then her arms, torso, breasts then her legs. She spent a long time with her breasts, carefully washing and maybe admiring them. After a time, her knees became visible over the rim of the tub, I also saw she leaned back to the rear of the tub, closed her eyes and was rubbing, washing and enjoying her vagina...I saw a new side of Mom that moment.
Soon she arose, removed the drain plug, stood up a grabbed her towel, and stepped out...my field of vision was from her knees to her shoulders and I sure enjoyed it even though the towel blocked some of the good stuff...the big shock for me came when she leaned over to swish the remaining water to the drain...for the first time I saw her massive pelt of light brown pubic hair visible between her spread legs! Not curly as I thought it would be, but basically straight and very wavy, still dripping of water...Wow! My idea worked successfully and I did it several more nights until I learned I would see nothing new, but I had a mind now full of visions to recall while masturbating! Mom's body was no longer a mystery for the most part...one more adventure in growing up!
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