All Chapters of Family Secrets: Chapter 1241 - Chapter 1250

This damp, lusty feeling in my brain made the second inevitable thing happen. It had overwhelmed all reason and took every rational thought I could previously muster and shoved it out of the reasoning part of my brain. I could no longer make good decisions.I slid my mother's toes into my mouth.I sucked on her big toe and drove my tongue against the taught nylon into the underside of the other toes. My mother's foot tasted sweet; the taste and smell of her sweat and the leather from her shoes intoxicated me further.My hardon was total. The bulge in my pants was plain for anyone to see.And see it she did. When I look over at my mother, her toes in my mouth, she was staring right at me, her gaze unblinking and intense. Her chest heaved with every breath.She flexed her left foot, driving her heel deeper into my cock.She wiggled the toes of her right foot, driving them deeper into my mouth.The long, elegant curves of her right leg,

"When the body of the stocking is complete, the weaver lays them on a flat bed, folds them lengthwise and sews them along the back of the stocking, creating a gorgeous seam as they go. Then voila! You have a fully-fashioned nylon stocking."Hearing my Mom talk about nylons while looking and touching them on her legs was - inspiring. My cock was rock hard now. My little sex brain started to take over, emboldening me to ask a few more questions."What about the heel? And the toe? Are they special?""Oh yes. I'm so glad you asked! Your father never took an interest."She bent down and pinched the heel of her nylons. I looked at them with interest."This dark brown part of the nylon that encloses my heel and toes is called the Reinforced Heel and Toe. The heel can be made in hundreds of different styles and patterns. See how the dark pattern rises steeply from the full width of my heel, then curves inward several inches up my calf, coming to a rounded

She wore glossy fully-fashioned nylon stockings fastened with four garters per leg to a skin-tight red and black silk corset, cut so deep the triangle of skin below her breasts came to a point at her navel. Her breasts strained against a series of ribbons and clasps barely preventing the front of her tiny corset from bursting apart. Her breasts massively overflowed the top of the corset, her nipples just hidden below its rim. Without her specs, her green eyes shone like emeralds in the moonlight, captivating me utterly. Her lips were full and glossy (how had I missed that!), her cheeks hollow.In the five-inch spikes, her legs were crazy long and spectacular. Her fully fashioned stockings glowed in the LED light of the closet. A small triangular space at the top of her legs framed the mound of her swollen sex, clad in light silk panties, a slight discoloration radiating outward from the growing dampness of her pussy.My mother was the stuff of wet dreams and lingerie ads, and my boner

WednesdayI decided to sit in on another of my mother's - Anna's - lectures.I had recently gained a new appreciation for my gorgeous mother and her quirky vintage 1940's style.But it was what she wears under that vintage exterior that rocks my world. I was looking forward to seeing that again, and so much more.Today she's wearing a slightly higher heel, maybe three inches. She'd modeled them for me this morning."See my heels, Danny? I just snagged them on eBay. 1940's vintage red snakeskin 3" pinup swing pumps with a closed toe. Size 7. Aren't they delicious?"She turned this way and that, and I got to admire her legs clad in (what I now understood to be) fully fashioned nylons with a glossy sheen. Her skirt was still cut below the knee, but from her calf muscles to her slender ankles, her legs still compelled the eye to stare and admire.A modest size 7 to accept her delicate, sexy feet.From the back of the lecture hall, I watched her move across the presentation floor with an e

I've come to realize how gorgeous and sexy my mother is. Having been at Uni for the past year, I'd seen a lot of beautiful women. But seeing my mother again, after all these months, seeing the real Mom under the 1940's vintage clothing she loves so much, it changed everything I'd ever thought about female sexuality.This woman, Anna, eighteen years the senior of the college women I see every day, she's by far the sexiest, most beautiful creature I've ever laid eyes on. I just never before realized it.Now, knowing this incredible sexpot woman that raised me is so constantly horny, that she's so sex-addicted she drove my father away, it was almost too much to comprehend.Yesterday I'd asked her if she was looking to meet anyone since Dad remarried. It had taken her a long time to answer."Right up until your father's wedding three months ago," she'd said, "I'd held out hope he'd see reason and come back to me."That was so sad.She'd explained that it had taken her this long to finally