It's just a fetish

It's just a fetish Part 5

I was really glad it was friday, and even more glad that it was a weekend I had off from work. Just looking at

my mothers body, or running my fingers across my silky skin was enough to send me into such a horny state that my

fingers would find their way to my sex. Through out the weekend my mother and I spent more time pleasuring

ourselves than we did anything else. All either of us could think about was pantyhose, and it was so delicious that

our senses would go into overload. It is hard to believe that I changed so much, just a few weeks ago, which seems

like forever ago, I wore pantyhose occationally but that was all. Now oh my god, the thought of it, let alone

seeing someone else wearing it is enough to send me wimpering to the nearest bathroom to please myself, or set my

mind at war trying to resist the urge to touch the other persons legs.

A strange desire has started in my mind, an almost uncontrollable need to see others like me. I know it may be

wrong, but each time I think about it the tingles get stronger and it makes me smile. Looking at my mother as she

struggles like me to control herself I wonder if she has the same thoughts. Then she saunters towards me and with a

devious smile she begins rubbing my silken body, which sends me over the edge and we end up back in her room

pleasing each other.

Sunday morning I wake in my mothers bed again, and for the first time in a a few days I feel at peace. The urge

to pleasure myself is there, but it isn't as dominating as it has been. I get up and go to my own room where I put

on a pair of shorts and tee-shirt. Gazing at the glossy, silky material that encases my arms and legs I smile, and

head to the kitchen to get something to eat. As I enter the room my eyes focus on my mother who sits in a chair

already at the table struggling to drink a cup of coffee. Watching her hand tremble as she lifts the cup, I ask her

if she is ok. Looking up at me hungerly, I see a strange look in her eyes as she licks her lips. Pushing her chair

back she starts to stand and nervously I begin to step backwards. Slowly a smile starts to form on her face, still

confused I continue to move back, until I bump into the wall. Beginning to get a little bit scared I ask her again

if she is ok. Still not answering me she works her way around the table and begins walking towards me. Really

freaking out I look around but there is no where to run, I am cornered. Looking back at my mother sauntering

towards me I gasp at the sight before me.

My mother, whom I love so much and only want the best for had decided to see how much better it would feel if

she put her pantyhose and leotard on over the bodystocking. Evidently the experience had been so overwhelming that

it had driven her over the edge, because the person standing in front of me looked to be out of control. Not

wanting to wait and find out if simple reasoning would be enough to solve this situation, I dart to the side and

make a run for the door of the kitchen. Evidently predicting this move my mother grabbed my arm and stopped me from

escaping. Throwing herself against me she undid my shorts with her other hand, and quickly started working my sex