My ultimate stockings experience

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I’ve been fascinated with & loved sheer nylon stockings since I can remember being a c***d seeing the sheen of the nylon texture clinging to my mother’s legs!


My personal admiration & experience began one day during my c***dhood when I sat at my mother’s feet under the kitchen table attracted to the noticeable texture upon her shapely long legs. It was then when I reached out & touched that exquisite texture that captivated my attention as long as I can remember! I know it wasn’t sexual as it would be once I reached puberty, but I know I loved what I felt!

Surprisingly… my mother didn’t stop me from touching until she had to get up to do other errands or chores. From then on I often sat at her feet under the kitchen table gently touching & caressing that smooth & rough texture clinging to the silky skin of her feet long forelegs. I think I stopped this practice when I began my kindergarten classes at school, but I was still mesmerized wanting to know more as I grew up until one day seeing her pull up the hems of her slip & skirt to “adjust” the stocking tops! It was then I found myself obsessed with her nylon hosiery & the lingerie she attached them to!

One such moment was a school age k** at the point of being overly curious how my mother ‘clipped’ those hooks to the welts of her stockings most school mornings when I was able to peek in on her. It was a routine ritual of sorts with my mom being up earlier to see dad off to work before getting ready for work herself & waking me up for school. Most mornings mom came in to my room placing my clothes on a chair to be worn before coming to my bed side shaking me awake wearing a white brassiere with a matching half slip. I eventually took notice of this as I got older being fascinated with the cleavage of her breasts hanging in the cups of the bra & how they quivered as she moved about! As she walked away leaving I’d see the faint image of white full panties or a girdle beneath the slip, which really told me what type of stockings she was going to wear. I take pride & excitement in figuring this out, but I’m sure most k**s my age at the time would think I was either weird or perverted!

Upon mom’s departure from my room to make up her face at her vanity, I’d get up quickly to wash up & dress listening when she’d get up from the vanity to sit on her bed. Then I quietly sneaked to her door way to peek in to watch her get a pair of nylons from the drawer of the night stand with the soft glow of bedside lamp on. I knew if she had panties on she would wear garter-less stockings with a nice narrow lacy elastic band at the top. If I saw what looked to be a girdle of some sort I knew she would be wearing nylon stockings that were attached to garters. I always found these moments to be magical watching mom take a nice pair of stockings & shake them out & closely look at them as the sheer texture flowed over her fingers & hands. I explain this in better intimate detail now than if I were a k** then just telling you she took out her stockings & put them on.

It was the way she slipped on those stockings that magically aroused me as I watched. Thinking back I thought it was simply sexy, but now I really appreciated every little movement she made in the way she prepared the stocking to be slipped on. I loved how she gathered up the sheer nylon within her fingers bunching the length of the stocking with the reinforced welts until she got to the reinforced heel stopping before the dark toe. As this went on I also took notice of the undies she wore being the white bra & slip wondering if they felt as nice as her nylons since some parts seemed to shine in the glow of the lamp like her stockings! In short I’d take in the image of my mom admiring her feminine figure in whole being enclosed within the sensuous nylon lingerie.

With the gathered up stocking in hand, mom crossed her bare fair-skinned leg over the other arching her toes & foot as her foreleg came up as she stretched out her arms to insert her toes into the tan hosiery. As a k** I was amazed & somewhat excited seeing how the color shade of some nylons made her legs look so nice & alluring!

As I peeked in & watched in awe with growing excitement my mom gently adjusting the reinforced toe of the stocking over her foot pulling it up to adjust the dark heel making sure it was even on both sides of her ankle. As much as I’ve enjoyed the memories of feeling her feet & legs as a “baby,” I still feel embarrassed in saying I’d begin to feel myself swelling as I watched my mom gently, but quickly pull up the sheer nylon to her knee as the leg came up into the air as she pulled it along her full thighs under the slip until stretching & pulling on the stocking welt to clasp the front clip of the girdle to it’s spot.

This day among a few, I guess I was reacting badly somehow either gasping or breathing differently or whatever it was… my mom looked up asking out if I was at the door. I’d hide from view, but mom insisted she knew I was there calling me to come out. I did so hesitantly feeling awkward since my mom has warned me that I shouldn’t do this. She’d wave me in patting on the bed for me to sit beside her as I noticed her slip was still up at the top of her leg seeing that garter tugging the welt making it stretch.

I know I liked it when I sat close to mom in this situation since I really got excited as well as seeing her legs & stockings much closer! This day was no exception, but my mom asked me what I was doing. Of course I said nothing as she hugged me lightly telling me I was there looking at her put on her stockings! I know I blushed crimson feeling my head burn off with embarrassment.

I recall asking her this one morning why she dressed up wearing stockings & she quickly answered in her motherly way as she always did to my inquiries during my whole life. She explained she liked looking good when she worked at Sears as a clerk in a variety of departments. I LOVED it later on knowing she worked behind the counter selling the Cling-alon stockings that came with a few pairs nicely boxed separated with tissue paper & banded! I know this, because she had a few boxes in her lingerie drawer that I browsed through opening such boxes to examine the stockings within. She also mentioned one time that it was an effort to look nice at times depending on where she was going & why. She did say she knew of some people liking to look at her legs when I blushed again thinking she meant me.

Anyway… my mom took the other stocking in hand telling me what she was doing. I recall her say she had to gather up the sheer stocking carefully in her fingers, because the texture was a bit delicate as well as gently pulling it up her leg trying not to damage it with a rip or snag. I knew then what a rip was, but not a snag until much later. I watched in awe & excitement as she repeated the same procedure as the first stocking until she clasped that mysterious metal clip with a little button.

I asked what those were & she replied in her way that it was called a garter attached to her girdle that held up the stocking on her legs preventing them from falling down. I understood that since I’ve often peeked in on her unclasping her stockings to see them gradually slide down to her knees or lower as well as when she “adjusted” her stocking tops at times. I tried to see how she attached that thing to the stocking top, but she was quick & swift doing it. My mom noticed me looking & asked if I’d like to see how the hooks worked as I nodded yes.

Since she clasped the two front hooks, mom stood up facing the lamp pulling up the right side of her slip as I looked mesmerized by how nice that nylon looked on her leg & I even told her so! She laughed & hugged me before lifting the slip up again moving closer to me in order to watch her movements. I know I was excited as mom told me to watch as she tugged on the stocking welt pulling it up to the little strap on the girdle with a button on it placing it below the dark welt & pulling that button further to slip it into the bigger opening of the metal clasp & pushing downwards.

It was one thing listening to her explanation let alone trying to watch how she fingered the mysterious thing on so deftly. She asked if it looked as simple as it was, but I said it was too much trouble. That’s when mom told me when she wanted to look really nice sometimes going out with dad… it took a lot of trouble & effort to dress up nicely in the manner she was doing today & most mornings for work.

She turned around facing away from the lamp pulling up the left side of the slip as I watched the hem rise above her leg to the open girdle as she practically stood between my knees & carefully showing & explaining how she pulled the stocking up slipping that button under the welt tugging it higher to slip it into the metal clasp & downwards displaying her work before dropping the hem down! She made it look so simple & easy, which of course she did so from years of daily practice.

Then she turned with her backside to the lamp telling me to try it on one of the rear garters. I was so surprised with shock I was speechless & did not move or say a word until she faced me again. Mom was serious as she tugged the shoulder of my shirt getting me on my knees with the glow of the lamp beside me as she turned around hiking up the hem of that white slip to her open girdle as I looked in awe at the seamless sheer stockings clinging to her shapely legs!

I looked down at her ankles & calves seeing how nice her legs really were until gazing up to her motherly thighs where the back of her stockings were kind of held down by the slight bulges of the bare skin above the welts while the sides were tautly pulled by the sexy mysterious garter clasps!

My mom looked over her shoulder telling me to remember how I saw her do it & would explain it again guiding me as I did it step by step. As she held the hem up past the open girdle I got a glimpse of the white panties peeking out on her shapely fanny. I never dreamed of being in this position let alone being so close to her legs in stockings & seeing her undies beneath.

As my mom guided me to pull up the stocking welt I felt so overwhelmed my fingers began to tremble & shake. I know I was doing a terrible job clumsily trying to do what she was telling me to do until she brushed my hands away telling me to watch closely again as she gartered the stocking much slower for me to understand. I was still shaking & excited not recalling how I really felt, but I knew I liked what I was seeing & feeling. Mom finally held up the slip’s hem high looking over her shoulder as I tried doing the sixth clasp on my own with her guidance. I was still shaking somewhat, but nervously excited as mom explained each step carefully guiding me to attach that last clasp to her stocking & showing me what trouble it was for her to dress like this at times.

This was another one of those rare moments being so overwhelmed by the sight of my mom’s legs in the stockings I loved seeing. I was so excitedly mesmerized in awe at the moment with the fingers of my hands on the clasp & welt of her nylon stocking that I began shuddering in delight leaning against mom’s thigh with my face near her hand still holding up the hem of the slip!

As I think back I feel ashamed climaxing with dry spasms & convulsing against her leg as I relished the softness of the nylon texture as well as grasping onto my mom’s stocking thighs as though it was a security blanket. I don’t know what quickly happened then, but I recall my mom brushing my head & pulling my face closer to her leg. The one thing I do remember clearly is that mom called me, “baby” sometime afterwards & telling me I should feel better now that I finally helped her dress up knowing the trouble she goes through!

This was & is one of my favorite moments I spent at my mom’s side, because unlike peeking in on her & just looking as she slipped on her stockings… I actually was a part of it all having my hands actually touching her & feeling the exquisite texture of the girdle as my fingers brushed along the nylon-lycra as well as the bare skin above the stocking tops bulging slightly out of those wonderful nylon stockings that I found myself mesmerized with.

As I close this episode I still feel a bit awkward not knowing how most of you would react to this one of a few episodes of my c***dhood moments with my mom. I know I’m going to feel this way every time I want to share a memory & experience, but all I can do is hope that you understand my attraction & intrigue to my mom’s legs in the stockings she wore as my fascination grew with age towards her feminism as well as her other pieces of lingerie that I found as alluring as her nylons!

I will also say I feel a bit “dirty” if not “naughty” in climaxing in my c***dish way to her in such circumstances, but it became more enjoyable in later life with girls & women wearing stockings until the advent of pantyhose.

– from Admirer1950