8 comments/ 169787 views/ 18 favorites My Stocking Fetish By: archieII Ever since the first time I slipped my first pair of nylons on my feet and legs as a girl, I was totally enraptured by the sight, sound, and feel of nylon. Whenever I was alone I couldn't wait to slip my shoes off and run my stocking feet up and down my legs and rub my feet together. It just felt so delicious and made my pussy tingle. Growing up I noticed that some boys liked to watch me do this which made it all the more exciting! I always wore stockings or pantyhose and constantly dipped my feet in and out of my shoes, and if someone was watching, all the better. As I grew into puberty I found myself having orgasms doing these things. As I became an adult I noticed how many men were captivated by my dangling shoes from my toes! I met lots of guys this way. In fact this is how I met my husband; he was attracted to my dangling shoes and stocking feet and he admitted it right off the bat. That's why I married him. I admired his honesty and forthrightness. My husband and I lived a happy and fulfilled life; having and raising a son. And then it ended abruptly...when he was killed in a plane crash! Sean was fifteen then. Growing up I noticed he had a lot of his father's traits, especially his fetish for stocking feet. I always saw him looking at my feet as I always wore hose every day because it pleased his father and I still wear them because I enjoy them so much. Of course, being our son, I had never thought of Sean in a sexual way and so his glances and stares had no effect on me. Now, after being lonely and alone for three years and his ascent into adulthood as a young man of eighteen, Sean's attraction to my stocking feet, in spite of my efforts to suppress it, triggered those old lustful feelings again. I was working now, and Sean was attending a college in our city and living at home. We had finished dinner and the kitchen was cleaned up, and we both sat in the living room to watch some TV. Sean usually sat on the sofa facing the TV, and I usually sat in the recliner sort of between the sofa and the TV. I picked up a newspaper and sat in the recliner. I didn't push it back but kept one foot on the floor and crossed my right leg over my left. As I flipped through the pages I started rocking my foot to slowly dislodge the shoe from my heel. As I did so that delightful feeling spread over me starting at my feet and moving right up to my pussy. I glanced over at Sean from behind the paper and sure enough, he was not looking at the TV but staring right at my foot. I rocked my foot letting my shoe slowly slide down my instep and swing from my toes. Watching Sean watch my shoe dangle from my stocking foot brought back all those delicious feelings that I experienced all those years doing this very thing. Thinking I was engrossed in the paper, Sean stretched his legs out in front of him, and interlocking his fingers placed his hands together over his hardening penis, he tried to rub it surreptitiously so as not to attract my attention or appear too blatant. As I watched him I let my dangling shoe fall off my foot which elicited a silent "oh" from his lips. As is my usual habit, I uncrossed my legs and rubbed my stocking foot up and down my other leg, then slipped off my other shoe and rubbed my stocking feet together. I then pushed back in the recliner, ejecting the leg rest and made myself comfortable with my shoeless stocking feet stretched out for Sean to gaze at. I couldn't see him from behind the paper, but I could hear him slide onto the floor, and the next thing I know he reached up and tickled the bottom of my foot, which I quickly jerked away and squealed as he said. "Are your feet ticklish mom?" "Yes!" I said, "but if you promise not to tickle them you can rub them for me, I could really use a good foot rub". "I think I can manage that", he said. With that I laid my head back and closed my eyes while Sean deftly rubbed the soles of my feet, then his hands were all over my feet at once, rubbing my toes and instep, my arches...it was heavenly. He was bringing me right to the edge, but I didn't want him to know, so I controlled my reactions as best I could. After a while I pretended to be asleep. Sean's breathing became more rapid and I knew he wouldn't be able to control himself much longer. I felt his breath on my feet as he brought his face closer, then he pressed his face into the bottoms of my feet and slid his face up and down my feet. I had all I could do to keep my composure. I shifted my body slightly in "my sleep" to cover up the orgasm I was having. I could tell by the spasmodic movements of his face and hand on my feet that he was masturbating and his ejaculation helped to cover up my second orgasm! Oh, that was so delicious. I only wish I could have shared it with him. I haven't been with another man since my husband died and I really miss the sex. We were never religious as a family, but we were always socially proper and morally responsible. However, sometimes conditions in ones life cause ones physical and emotional needs to supercede ones moral judgement. Which is why, in my present frame of mind, I am not appalled by my own incestuous thoughts and desires. I would never seduce my son, but I would not hinder or object to his advances should he wish to pursue them. I actually did fall asleep after that and was awakened by Sean's nudging to tell me he was going to bed and that I should do the same. I have no idea how many times he jerked off that evening to the sight and feel of my stocking feet. This became pretty much a nightly ritual until one night, instead of sitting in the recliner, I asked Sean if he would mind if I lay on the couch with my feet in his lap so he could continue my foot rub. "Perhaps that would be more comfortable for you", I said. He agreed, and so I lay on my stomach and placed my feet in his lap with the bottoms of my stocking feet for him, (and me) to enjoy! It wasn't too long before I could feel his erection beneath my toes. Again I feigned sleep after awhile and even faked a soft snore. When Sean was reasonably sure that I was asleep, I felt him get up and heard his pants drop to the floor. Then I felt him get back on the couch and I knew he was in a kneeling position as I felt his hard cock slide between the arches of my feet! Oh, that was so heavenly. I only wish I could see what he was doing or better yet I wish I could just turn over, lift my legs in the air, put my stocking feet in his face while he inserted his dick in my pussy. However, I didn't want to betray my consciousness, so I just reveled in the feeling of him fucking the soles of my stocking feet and enjoyed my own orgasm. This again became a nightly ritual. My favorite hose were Legg's Sheer Energy with reinforced toes. They are so silky and shiny and feel so delicious, they almost keep me in a constant state of arousal. They also have a cotton panel which can be cut out for easy access for my fingers or "whatever"! Since Sean and I have been indulging in out nightly "foot-fest", I always cut the panel out of my pantyhose, just in case, and I never wore panties while at home! One night as he was attending to my stocking feet, he ran his hands up and down my legs and became so aroused that he kept right on going up under my dress. That's when he discovered my "crotch-less" pantyhose and missing panties! It was as if he had discovered a hidden treasure. Well... he did! He was awe struck. He was hugging and caressing my nylon sheathed legs as usual. As he ran his hands up under my dress and over my buttocks he froze ... as his fingers felt skin! "Oh my god', he thought. "All this delicious nylon with access to my Mother's pussy"! "She must be expecting me". With that Sean shed all his clothes, lifted my dress over me and straddled my buttocks. I felt his huge hard-on slide up and down my crack and I started moaning and moving to allow him access to my cunt. I rose up on my knees and he entered my wet pussy from behind. That was the beginning of our incestuous love affair. This became our "new" nightly ritual. I would lay on my back on the couch with my legs straight up in the air while Sean made love to my stocking feet and legs. Kneeling on the floor he would enter me. In this position I could easily rub my feet over his chest and face and we would fuck and fuck and fuck until we were completely exhausted. Viva la hosiery! My Stocking Fetish Ch. 02 I awoke to the most wonderful sensations. Sean was at the foot of my bed licking, sucking and kissing my stocking feet. I left my pantyhose on for him just for this reason. My husband liked me to do this too. "Wow! what a way to wake up," I said. "Are you in the mood?" He asked. "I am now," I whispered. With that Sean threw the covers all the way off me. He slid his hands up my nylon sheathed legs as he climbed up on the bed and came to rest on top of me. "Good morning beautiful," he said Then he kissed me. Our tongues battled and jousted and stabbed at each other's. I was totally turned on by now; I felt like I was eighteen again and just as horny. Sean's cock was like a steel rod pressing against me and I wanted it in me so bad. Then he slid down to my pussy, kissing my tits on the way by. "I'm already wet honey, I don't need a lube job." I said. "I know, but I enjoy eating here as much as fucking." He said while licking my cunny lips. I bent my knees and rubbed the sides of his face with my stocking feet as he ate me. "Honey, I would really like that thing in me now." I pleaded. "Yes Ma'am, at your service." As he scooted upon and into me! "Oh, oh, oh god that feels so good. Fuck me son, Fuck me good." And he did. Since it was Saturday, I told Sean I had to go to the mall and do some shopping. Actually, I had this overpowering feeling that I just had to go out in public and expose my stocking feet to anyone and everyone. It was such a delicious feeling, it was such a turn on, and I had no control over it. I showered and dressed, slipping on a pair of "L'eggs sheer energy" with reinforced toes and the crotch cut out; I like to be prepared for anything! I slipped my panties off, as an afterthought. If I couldn't excite anyone with my stocking feet, I thought, maybe I could flash some pussy. "God, I'm such a slut," I thought. But I couldn't help myself; the feeling was so strong. I stepped into a pair of sling backs and out I went. At the mall I stopped at a café and ordered a cup of coffee and a Danish. As I sat drinking my coffee, I crossed my leg and let my shoe dangle from my toes. I looked around at the crowd and every once in awhile I would catch some guy glance at my dangling shoe as he passed by. A heavyset guy with a small boy in tow sat at the table next to me. He had a cup of coffee and the boy had a milk. The man said to the boy, "We'll sit here for awhile and wait for Mommy." Try as he might, the man could not keep his eyes off my dangling shoe. I would swing my leg slightly letting my shoe rock on my toes. The man's eyes kept following my foot. As I watched the man's eyes, I dipped my toes and let my shoe fall off. His eyes were riveted on my stocking foot. I just left it there for a while. He was definitely aroused...and so was I! While I had his attention, I slid my foot back into my shoe, brought my feet together and proceeded to slip my feet in and out of my shoes under my chair. Then I would slide my legs forward and raise my feet up to knee level, dangle both shoes from my toes momentarily and let them fall off leaving both stocking feet in the air for the gentleman to enjoy! The man was flushed! If he only knew...if we were in a private place he could have taken me then and there, I was so turned on! The man spotted his wife walking down the mall; as he got up I kept looking at him, when he noticed me looking at him, he said "thank you" and left. At this point I had to go into the ladies room and masturbate! Aren't we gals lucky, we can get off any time, any place we want, again and again and again! On to my next prey. I stopped in a boutique and was browsing around as an attractive young lady approached me and asked if she could help me find anything. "I really don't know what I'm looking for, maybe you can help me." I said "My boyfriend is quite a bit younger than me, and I don't quite know what to wear as to not appear too much older than him," I said. "I don't know how old you, or your boyfriend are, and I wouldn't want to pry, but you appear to me to be about twenty seven or twenty eight: and you are so attractive, I think you would look good in just about anything." She said. I said, "Why thank you." And then her eyes lingered on me for a while after she said that. And that feeling started washing over me again. I think she could tell that I was a little flustered or aroused. "I think I have just the thing for you." She said as she led me to some dress racks near the back of the store. She picked a dress off the rack and said, "Isn't this beautiful. I've had my eye on this myself." I could tell she was starting to breath heavy and her mouth was dry as she turned to me and said, "Come on, I'll help you try it on." I could clearly see that her heart was beating faster as she gazed at me again. Then she led the way to the dressing rooms. We took the last room. She hung the dress on a hook behind me, and said "Here, let me help you with that," as she unzipped my dress. As I stepped out of my dress, she held my hand to help balance me. Then she saw my pantyhose with the crotch out and said. "Oh!" As she just stared at my shaved pussy for a moment before looking up to meet my gaze. We looked at each other for a second, trying to decide what to do, then she moved forward and kissed me, making me moan as I kissed her back! "I see you've been expecting me." She said. Then she kneeled down in front of me and started to lap away like a sheep dog while she ran her hands up and down my silken legs. I just threw my head back and came, what seemed like gallons, in her mouth, and she drank it all. Then she hugged me and licked and sucked on my clit. The girl just couldn't get enough of me, and I couldn't get enough either! When she was done, I handed her some tissues from my purse. "That was not nearly enough." She said. "I must have more of you." "The next time is on me." I said as I took a paper and pencil out of my purse and wrote down her number. "I don't even know your name." I said "Claire." She said. "I'm Irene." I said. We kissed again. "Mmm, I taste pretty good." I said. We both laughed, and then we fixed our lipstick and makeup, and proceeded out to consummate my purchase. I had to find a place to sit so I could catch my breath. Showing off my stocking feet to that guy, and then getting eaten out by that pretty sales clerk. Oh my god, I couldn't believe what a day this has been already. "Let's see, what next. Oh! I know. I could use a new pair of boots!" So off I went to one of the large department stores where there was a shoe department with service. I was told once, that guys who worked in shoe stores have a foot fetish. Well, lets see. As I sat down a good looking young man came over, perfect. As he approached I slipped both of my shoes off, held my feet out in front of me and lightly kicked my feet up and down. "My feet are killing me." I said. "Maybe I can help." He said as he held first one foot and rubbed my sole very gently and then the other. That was heavenly. Now I was getting turned on again. "Thank you.' I said, "You have nice hands." "And you have nice feet.' He said. "I'll bet you tell that to all your customers." I said. "Only the pretty ones." He said. "Why thank you again." I said. "I'm looking for a pair of boots." I said. There was a method to my madness! "Sure." He said. "Your foot felt to me to be about a size 7." "Perfect." I said. Now, when shopping for boots, every "Lady" knows that if you are wearing a dress or skirt you must push the material down between your legs so that you don't expose yourself to the sales clerk when you lift your leg to try on the boot. Soooo...while the nice young man was getting my boots, I made sure my dress was hiked up about to mid thigh. He came back shortly with a few boxes. "Oh... this is going to be fun." I thought to myself. "If only he knew what he was in for!" "OK," he said, opening up the first box and holding up the boot for my approval. "Very nice." I said. "Let's try it on." With that I lifted my knee as high as I could while watching his eyes. I almost burst out laughing! If there were a cloud over his head it would have said "Boooinggg." His head barely shook as he looked at my exposed pussy. He looked at my eyes and I smiled at him and said, "This is your lucky day Tiger." I tried on all the boots and he had his hands all over my stocking feet in the process, and he just drank in the sight every time I lifted my leg to slip a boot on or off. When he finally stood up, I said "Are you glad to see me, or?"...yeah, yeah, I know, but it was apropos. Then I asked "Are you alone here?" Then he said "Just that girl over there," (who had been watching some of the show). I said, "Is there someplace we can be alone?" I was so hot; I was ready to explode. He said, "Sure, come in the back." Then he went over to the girl and asked her to watch the front for a few minutes and signalled for me to come back with him. In the back there was a table against a wall with nothing on it. "What's your name," I asked. "I like to know who's fucking me, usually!" He laughed and said "I'm Jack." I said "Hi Jack, I'm Irene." Jack was quite tall. As he lifted me up on the table it was a perfect fit. I dropped my shoes off and bent my knees up so that my feet were on the table. Jack dropped his pants and shorts. I was so wet; he just slipped his dick right in me. Oh! Was I glad I wore crotch-less pantyhose! I wrapped my legs around his waist and he just pumped away. While we were fucking, I could see the girl had sneaked into the back room and was watching us. I looked over and smiled at her, she stuck her hand down the front of her pants and started friggin herself. Oh god! Was that hot! I couldn't get enough of Jack. After he came, and I came, he knelt down in front of me and ate me out. Then the girl came over and wanted some of me too! What a day! I'll have to do that again sometime soon. Like, maybe tomorrow!