It all started the day I met my girlfriend’s parents for the first time. I was 19 and my girlfriend’s mother was only 37 years old. I fell into lust with her almost immediately. Her name was Karen and she was 5'6" with her crushed hair and the most beautiful legs I’ve ever seen. She was sitting on a fence with her legs up and had a nice short skirt up. I was hoping that’s when I got up my skirt, but I couldn’t make it too obvious.

After a few months I met the family of my girlfriend much better (especially her mother). After going with my girlfriend, Linda, for about 6 months her father and mother divorced and her mother moved to an apartment. I kept dreaming of making her stay in her apartment. It was my greatest fantasy, and one would never come true.

Luckily one day, Karen’s T.V. went on and asked me if I could look at him. She was going to a party that night, and she said I could go down there before she left, and she’d let me in. She’d stay there until she left for the party to keep me company.

I got to his apartment at 5:00 and he let me in. She didn’t have to leave until 6:00. He asked me if I wanted a drink. I told her I’d have seven and seven. He seemed a little surprised by my request, but he mixed two. We drank the first drinks quickly and she poured two more. After the second, she apologized for dressing. She had two more drinks and took her to her room.

I began to open my tools when I noticed that his bedroom door was slightly ajar at the end of the hallway. It was too good to faint, so I went down the hallway to take a look. When I looked in the door I was slightly disappointed to see that her dress was already on and she was pulling her black pantyhose up around her life. It was a nice view, but less than I expected. The black satin shoes she wore made her look sexy.

The pantyhose was the shiny black type, jet with diamonds of ankle imitation. While he was straightening them, I noticed he wasn’t wearing panties. My fun ended abruptly, however, when she let go of her skirt and fell on top of her knees. During the time I was thinking about my disappointment I didn’t notice his coming to the door. It was too late for me to move in while he opened the door to see me there.

I became red and almost fainted on the spot. Can I just think about how I could get out of it? He would definitely tell Linda!

“So,” he said, “Have you had a good cop?” What can I say? I thought if I was honest, maybe he would brush it. I told her I only saw her put on her pantyhose.

Your next question almost dropped me. “Did you like what you saw?” he said. Once again I felt that perhaps honesty was the best policy (especially considering the kind of question it was). I told her I liked to look at her while she was wearing her clothes and that I especially liked to see her straighten her pantyhose.

With this he pulled the bottom of his skirt to the top of his thigh and, with his free hand, brought my hand to his leg. I became hard almost immediately when I stroked her leg. She was holding my hand while I started moving her to her pussy.

Could that be it? Was he kidding me?

My initial fear was soon over when he led me to his bed. He told me to lie down. He sat next to me and began to rub my contour. “Do you like it?” he asked. Being brutally honest, I told her I did, and if she wanted her to see for herself. He pulled my pants off and pulled them off. My hard was obvious through my BVD. My dick bounced up and down in my shorts in perfect rhythm with my accelerating heartbeat. She finally took my shorts off. I was wondering if he’d ever take off his clothes, but he decided to keep it to me for fear of frightening her.

“Do you like my legs? Do you like my pantyhose?”, he asked. “Yes,” I answered. He reached his dresser, opened a drawer and pulled out another pair of pantyhose. I started wondering what he was doing when he started putting them on me! I started getting more and more excited when he pulled my legs up. They were the same shiny black guy she was wearing. I got my ass out of my bed so I could pull my life. I couldn’t believe how excited I was!

She folded and started licking my dick right through the pantyhose. He licked in long and slow stoke that made me mad. He started massaging my tree with one hand while he squeezed my balls with the other. He licked my balls in short lungs with his tongue as he began to snoop one of his fingers moistened to his mouth. I heard it wouldn’t be too long before I came. He also felt it because he slowed down his movements and then told me he would not let me come.

She stood by the bed waiting for me to make the next move. I wanted to come at that time, but I knew this would ruin the moment. He said: “Come here and do what you do to my daughter.”

I slipped to the edge of the bed and started rubbing my legs with both hands. I wanted to throw her on the bed right then and there, but I knew it wasn’t what she wanted. He wanted to build slowly. I moved my hands out of her dress and found my way to boobs. I pulled them out of the top of his dress and started massaging them. His nipples were as hard as my dick. She started twinning while I pinched them in my fingers. I made her lie down on my bed to make my way with her easier.

I licked her nipples until her buds told me she needed more. I raised his dress and noticed the wet spot that had already formed in the contour of his pantyhose. I knelt near the end of the bed and started licking her thighs. She started pulling my hair, forcing my face closer to my thighs. All the time I was hoping my dick wouldn’t explode right then. I rubbed her boobs while I kept licking.

He tried to drive my face closer to his wet hole, but I held back, continuing to lick my panty-clad thighs. I wanted to tease her as much as she teased me (and somehow I knew she wanted it too).

Finally, my nose was close to her wet pussy. I was licking her thighs, just a breath away from her hole. I decided to make her pay for the tease she gave me. “You want me to lick your pussy?” I asked. He moaned a “yes.” I told her she had to ask me very well before me. Boy, you’ve never asked nice! He practically begged me.

I got my head up and banged my tongue out of his pantyhose. Her pussy tasted sweet even through nylon. The smell of her pussy juice on the nylon horse made me want to mount it right there. While I licked her, I put her hands under her ass and I massaged her socks. They felt so good and so tight since his pantyhose was still standing around his life. She tried to pull them down to reveal her pussy to my flicking language, but I wouldn’t let her. I wanted to keep licking it through the nylon horse because it looked so hot wearing them.

Instead, I used my fingers to tear a hole in the contour of his pantyhose. He made an excited moan when I did. Now I could dip my tongue in and out of his mouth. He was building in a frenzy while I dared my tongue to the clitoris. I stopped licking before he gets angry.

I got up. She sat down and ripped a comfortable hole in the contour of the tights I wore. I can’t do it anymore! I pushed her to the bed and put it on. We’re both gasped while I dipped my dick in her waiting pussy. We both came after a short period but continued to pump it. I raised my leg straight so I could massage her and lick her feet through the front of her black satin shoes while I continued to pump.

We were both sweating and breathing hard. He had my hands on my ass and he was massaging the cheecks through my pantyhose. Finally, I came back and came out of her, exhausted. I fell on the bed and I couldn’t believe I had experienced one of my fantasies.

Karen lost the party that night. I stayed and we fucked twice again. When she arrived in the morning I felt embarrassed even though I was intimate with Karen the night before.

I got up and dressed. We had breakfast and I left. Karen and I still have sex. Linda and I have sex more often. If I could put them together.. .