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The Silken Family Trap

By: MicheleNylons



My father was away interstate, had been for six months and would be for another year. As an eighteen-year-old boy, it was hard to come to grips that my father was in prison and I was 'the man of the house'. Mom was a nurse who worked a long day shift and came from work dog tired most evenings. 

She just flopped on the lounge without even removing her uniform, kicked off her white loafers, and crashed. She was a voluptuous woman who filled out her white nurses uniform, it stretched across her bosom and ass and the hemline was short. She wore lots of makeup and had flaming red hair; I had overheard other mothers at college talk about her behind he back; how she dressed like a 'trollop'; but their husbands eyes found her ass, long legs, and bust, and I could see their lust right there. I think a lot of those mothers were jealous.

My sister Eileen was a trollop, no doubt about it. She was 19 and had inherited mom's figure and long legs, she wore far too much makeup, and skirts were far too short. She worked as a receptionist for a solicitor. Eileen liked to flaunt the rules, she never conformed to her work dress code but she couldn't care less. Her boss admonished her about her dress sense, but Eileen knew he desired what he saw; he never missed a chance to look up her skirt.

She wore her skirt as short as she could get away with and she always wore sheer to the waist pantyhose. The boys loved her and she loved them. She didn't care about her reputation, as she saw it, at the age of nineteen and finally out of school, it was more important to be popular than to worry about her reputation. Eileen was known as the 'town bike' and when she was still at last year, on parents and teachers day, the same fathers that cast their eyes on my mom could not help also glancing at Eileen with the same longing.

Living in the same house as my mom and sister did have advantages. From as long as I could remember I have had a fetish for nylon stockings and pantyhose. Mom wore either white or beige pantyhose with her nurse's uniform and my sister wore beige to work but sometimes black or other coloured pantyhose with her street clothes. Of course once they were damaged they were discarded, but they did not stay in the trash long before they became part of my collection. Alone in my room I would enact my pantyhose fantasies. I would wear them, sniff them, and wank in them, all kinds of pantyhose perversion. I loved the sight, feel, and smell of nylons. I could get an erection just rubbing their silken material against my face, and could orgasm by just rubbing my cock against the silky fabric. Yes living with two ladies who wore pantyhose every day had its advantages.

It also had its disadvantages. In the evenings I was constantly surrounded by two sexy women wearing sheer pantyhose and short dresses and skirts. I think because I was a son and a brother to them, that both mom and sis just didn't take any notice me as a man. They both often sat around with their skirts hiked up or legs akimbo and were often in various states of undress in my presence. I was just Mike, the son and brother who was a nice guy, studied hard at colledge, had few friends, and kept to himself. I think they actually felt a bit sorry for me, a geeky loner who spent most of his time in his room. 

But if only they knew what I got up to in there, with their discarded pantyhose and the odd pair of nylon panties I had stolen. I wore their pantyhose and panties. I knew the sweet yet musky sell of their vaginas intimately; I had put the same silky nylon gusset that had encased their pussies against my penis. In my fantasies my mom and sister would wank me off with their nylon-encased toes. If only they knew.......................but one day they found out.

Mom had come home about seven thirty, dog-tired from a day at the hospital. She kicked off her white loafers and the pungent yet arousing smell of nylon encased feet that had spent all day in hot shoes hit my nose. She ruffled my hair and kissed my cheek.

"Mom is just going to lie down for a little while son," she said. 

"Please go and fix me an ice cold Coke". 

I went into the kitchen and fixed the Coke and returned to the living room to find mom asleep on the lounge. She was lying on her side and her white nurse's uniform dress had rucked up around her ass. She was wearing white pantyhose today and pulled on a pair of white nylon panties over them. The crotch of mom's panties looked hot and stained from her long day at work.

This was not an unusual situation, mom often crashed on the lounge like this and I would steal furtive glances up her skirt until I could take it no more and retire to my room for relief. This evening however, I knew my sister had a hot date with some guy she had been trying to get to take her out for ages. She wouldn't be home for ages. I had my chance to try something I had wanted to do for a long time.

I put the Coke on the table and sat on the far end of the lounge. The TV was on and deliberately make plenty of noise and movement, I had to be sure mom was sleeping deeply. She didn't stir at all. I reached out and gently placed my hand on her calf. I caressed the sheer nylon and immediately felt myself get hard in my jeans. 

I stroked mom's nylon calf for a couple of minutes, it felt lovely but it was also my plan to see haw far I could go without waking her up. She remained dead to the world. I took a deep breath and slid my hand up her thigh, the nylon was stretched taught and shiny here and as I stroked mom's thigh I felt a drop of pre-come drip out of the end of my penis. I reached down and slowly unzipped my fly. 

My throbbing hard cock sprang out; it was red and engorged. I continued to caress mom's pantyhosed thigh and slowly wank my cock. It was nice but I wanted to feel that sheer nylon on my cock; I wanted to touch my mom with it. I re-positioned myself and was now on my knees on the end of the lounge. If mom woke up now I would have no alibi, kneeling there with my cock out of my jeans. I bent down over mom and put my nose next to her nylon covered pussy, I breathed in the heady aroma of mom's cunt though her panties and hose. 

I gently stroked the sheer white nylon of her panty crotch and felt the heat mom's pussy had generated. I dare not linger in this compromising position any longer; I sat back down on the lounge. Now I eased myself so I was hunched over mom's legs. I placed my cock against my mother's pantyhosed calf and began to rub it gently against the sheer nylon. The feeling was exquisite and I became lost in my fantasy come true. I was rubbing my hard cock against my mom's nyloned leg finally one of my deepest desires had come true. I knew what I was doing was wrong but it felt so good.

Then the door flew open and my sister flew into the room 

"That cheap, no good asshole," she yelled, then............... "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" She hissed at me.

"I, I, I, Shhhhhhhhhh," I hissed back quickly shoving my cock back in my pants. 

Mom stirred "What's up," 

"Nothing mom, just go back to sleep ok," I soothed. I was glaring at Eileen who was mesmerised with shock at what she had seen. I got up and grabbed my sister and shoved her out of the room, down the hall, and in to my room.

"You, you, you," she stammered "were touching mom with your thing," she was still shocked but now she seemed to be coming around. 

"You, you, you.........You dirty little bastard," she started to smirk. 

"I knew you were a perv, all the time you spend in your room with the door locked. All the times I couldn't find my pantyhose and panties. And all the times mom and I found those suspicious stains on the pantyhose and panties we had left to hang in the bathroom!" 

"You fucking dirty perv!"

"Shut up" I hissed in her face. 

"Shut up! shut up! shut up!" 

I pushed her and she fell on my bed, she looked up at me and laughed 

"Wait until I tell everyone about my brother the pantyhose pervert" she said vindictively. 

She was lying where I had pushed her, propped on her elbows facing me. Her legs were apart and her short white A-line skirt was hiked up to the top of her thighs, her platform high heels swung just off the floor. Her bust heaved with anger and then laughter, straining her breasts against the pink cashmere sweater she was wearing. 

Her legs were encased in the shiny gossamer of taupe pantyhose, I could tell they were the expensive, sheer to waist kind she wore for her best dates. With her sluttish makeup and flaming red hair I could understand why the boys all loved her, she was my sister but I felt my erection start to return just looking at her.

"You aren't telling anyone about anything," I said.

"Like fuck I'm not," she laughed back. 

"Starting with mom. She will be really keen to know her son was dry humping her leg like some dog on heat I'll bet" 

"You will be lucky if she doesn't throw you out," she sneered. 

"Oh I don't think you will" I hissed at her.

Then I noticed the fear in her face, she knew she had pushed me too far. I knew I was caught dead to rights and the only way I could save myself from a life of blackmail from bitch sister was to make sure I could blackmail her back. "Yeah, I don't think you can tell anyone anything about my pantyhose fetish, especially as you are a willing participant," I sneered at my sister. "What the fuck are you talking about," she just managed to get out when I fell on her. I pushed my face into hers and mashed my lips against hers. She struggled and I followed the movements of her head to keep my mouth over hers to keep her quiet. She was struggling beneath me but even though she was a well-built girl, I easily outweighed her. I reached down and opened fly and pulled out my cock, it was semi-erect. Eileen could feel me moving on top of her and when she felt my half-hard cock on her pantyhosed thigh she really began to struggle. 

I began to harden as I felt the silky feel of my sister's nyloned thighs rubbing my cock. I didn't have to move because her struggling was making a nice rocking motion that kept my cock rubbing nicely on her hosed thighs. 

My sister wasn't dumb, she was no virgin and figured out what I was doing and stopped struggling. She pulled her head right back and breathed out softly

"But I'm your sister Mike, I'm your sister!" "I know that. You are my cock teasing, slut sister, who lounges around the house showing off her assets just to tease me. If you suspected I had a pantyhose fetish, then you must have done all that on purpose!"

"But I'm still your sister, we can't," she sobbed. 

"Well I can," I said. 

I reached between us and hiked up her skirt all the way over her hips, I positioned my now rock hard cock between her silky nyloned legs and against the gusset of the nylon panties she wore under her pantyhose. Then I began to move slowly back and forth, pushing my cock against her gossamer encased pussy. She had given up the struggle and was quietly sobbing, her head was resting against mine.

"Don't Mike, please don't, I'm your sister," she whispered. 

"I don't care", I whispered back. 

"I have wanted to do this for so long, I don't care about the consequences," I whimpered and then gently kissed her. She didn't respond at first so I kept up the pressure lightly on her lips until I felt the first stirring's in her. My cock, which was encased in the folds of her pussy but surrounded by the nylon of her panties and hose, suddenly felt sticky warmth against it. Although I was close, I knew I hadn't come yet, so it could mean only one thing, my sister was getting wet. 

Oh my God! I got even more excited now and started a rhythmic humping, that forced the head of my cock to push against where I though her clitty might be under the nylon of her hose and panties. I must have been close because I felt my sister squirm slightly and adjust her ass so that my cock moved a fraction to what must have been the right position for her. Then I felt my sister start to hump me back, as I pressed my cock against her she pushed back against me. I was in heaven, dry humping my sister like this. I put my hands under her ass and squeezed her buttocks through her sheer hose and nylon panties. It felt wonderful. Then she amazed me! My sister lifted her legs up and rubbed them over my back. She reached around and pulled my shirt out of my pants and rucked it up my back. I felt her pantyhose legs lock behind my back and rub the sensitive skin there, as she rocked in time with my thrusts. She was now rising up to meet my thrusts and kissing me passionately. She was breathing hard and fast. The feel of her pantyhose encased legs rubbing my back, her nylon pantied ass in my hands, her soft lips kissing me, her sheer pantyhosed and nylon panty covered cunt pushing against my cock was exquisite and I felt myself about to release. 

I pushed hard against my sister and felt the end of my cock push the fabric of her pantyhose and panties just inside her cunt. It was too much. I shuddered and felt streams and streams of my semen flood into her and soak the material of her panties and hose.

She shuddered back and gripped me with her tight nyloned legs and I felt her orgasm rage through her and her cunt spasm against my nylon covered cock.

We held each other that way for a few minutes, then she lay back and dropped her legs. She smiled up at me through her smeared makeup and said 

"We are in so much trouble now," and giggled.

To be continued...

The Silken Family Trap Ch. 02



“We are in so much trouble now” my sister Eileen said as she walked into my room. I was lying on bed trying to come grips with what I just done; I had raped my sister for all intents and purposes. Sure she liked it in the end, but I had forced myself on her.

“I’m sorry sis,” I said. She came over and sat next to me on the bed and smiled.

“Its ok. I have to say I quiet enjoyed it. I can’t believe how much come you shot, my panties are soaked and my pantyhose are ruined.”

“Can I have them then?” I smirked.

“God, your just like all my boyfriends; sex, sex, sex, that’s all they think off”

“Well” I said looking down at my crotch. Her eyes followed mine and she smiled when she saw bulge there.

“So soon Mike? God you’ve got a recovery rate most girls would love. But you’re not putting that thing near me again with mom asleep in the next room. Its lucky we weren’t caught just before.”

I pouted, “But sis, you turn me on” I said and reached out and stroked her nylon covered thigh. I could see up her shiny legs up her skirt to the wet nylon covering her pussy. Just knowing that it was my sperm there got me even more aroused.

“I know what I can do for you.” She smiled “Boys love this.” She stood up and left the room. I was so disappointed but she came straight back with sly grin on her face. “You like to look up my skirt and look at my pantyhose and panties, don’t you?” she said. My sister then hopped on the bed and sat directly in front of me. She spread her legs and her white A-line skirt rode up to reveal her silken nylon thighs and come soaked panty crotch that had become almost transparent now it was wet with my semen.

Then she reached down and opened my fly; my hard cock popped straight out. It was red and throbbing and had a smear of pre-come at the tip. “Now I know you’ll like this” she said and bought her hand out from behind her back. In her fist she had a pair of white nylon pantyhose, I recognised them immediately as mom’s, she wore them as part of her nurse’s uniform.

My sister reached out and slowly drew the sheer nylon of my mom’s pantyhose over my cock and pulled it taught just like putting on a stocking. I had done this many times to myself of course, but the feel of my sister’s hand against my nylon-encased cock was exquisite. “Oh yes sis” I moaned.

Eileen had long fingernails, painted slut red of course because she is one. Her long fingers slid lightly up and down my nylon-covered cock; they felt like satin butterflies. I started to moan softly and she took the other leg of the pantyhose, placed her hand inside and began so slowly stroke my balls at the same time. I groaned “Oh sis, that’s lovely. Please don’t stop”

“Why would I stop Mike? You obviously need the relief, it’s the least a girl can do for brother” she smirked and gripped my pantyhosed cock a little tighter and wanked it slowly. “Here is something for you to look at while I make you come” she said and quickly changed position so she was straddling my face. Her silken pantyhosed thighs were right beside my head and I rolled my head to one side and started to lick them.

The feeling of my sister wanking me off with my mom’s pantyhose and the feel of my sister's sheer nyloned legs and ass against my face and tongue sent me into nylon ecstasy. “Imagine they are mom’s thighs you’re rubbing your cock on” she whispered. “They’re her nylons, I took them from the laundry basket, you can probably just still smell her cunt on them”

My sister talking like that caused my cock to become turgid; I was terribly close to coming.  “Here Mike, you can definitely smell mine” she laughed and lowered her pantyhose and nylon panty covered snatch on my face. It was lovely, even though my come had soaked the gusset of her nylons and panties, I could feel her hot pussy and taste her juice.

I started to lick my sister’s hot cunt through her nylon panties. I bit into her pantyhose making a small hole for tongue to fit through. I pushed my tongue against the nylon of her panty gusset and moved it back and forth. My sister responded by pushing herself down on my face, and my tongue stated to lap faster at her silken gusset.

We must have looked quiet a sight, my sister crouched over me with her skirt rucked up and her pantyhose legs astride my face and my face buried in her panty covered pussy. My hard cock covered with my mom’s white pantyhose, being wanked by her red fingernailed hand.

I felt the grip on my cock tighten through the sheer nylon, and Eileen’s pace quicken. She pushed her panty-cunt harder against my face and my tongue forced the gossamer thin nylon of her panties inside her whilst by chin was rubbing her clitty. I could feel her really start to wank my cock hard now and my sister sensed my orgasm approaching.

“Come in mom’s nylons Mike! Come on brother of mine, fill your mommies pantyhose with your creamy come!” 

I pushed my tongue as far as I could get it inside my sister panty covered cunt and gripped her sheer nyloned thighs, I pushed up and felt her gush of fluid in the crotch of her panties. At the same time she gripped my nylon covered cock as tight as she could and wanked it furiously. “Come in mom’s nylons Mike, let your sister ease your tension, shoot for me brother”

It was too much, the feel of pantyhose thighs in my hands and her sheer panties on my face; the silken caress of my mom’s pantyhose on my cock being wanked by my sister; it was just too much.

I groaned and felt myself release. Come was boiling out of my cock and trapped in the nylon of mommies’ pantyhose. It lubricated the shaft of my cock as my sister continued to wank it. “GOOOOOOD!!!!” I groaned as wave after wave of pleasure exploded inside me. “OHHH sis, that’s just SOOOO good.”

Just then the door flew open and there was our mom standing in the doorway, her skirt creased around her thighs; she had obviously just woke up from her nap. She looked in the room and saw her son lying on the bed, with his cock being wanked into her pantyhose by her daughter, who was sitting on her son’s face, her skirt rucked up to display her nyloned legs and panty ass and crotch.

“Just what the fuck do you two think your doing!” she shouted.

To be continued………………….



The Silken Family Trap Ch. 03



Just then the door flew open and there was our mom standing in the doorway, her skirt creased around her thighs; she had obviously just woke up from her nap. She looked in the room and saw her son lying on the bed, with his cock being wanked into her own pantyhose by her daughter. The same daughter who was sitting on her son's face, with her skirt rucked up to display her nyloned legs, silken panty ass and crotch.

"Just what the fuck do you two think your doing!" she shouted.

"Eileen get to your room!"

"Right now!"

My sister quickly leapt to her feet, smoothed her skirt and turned to mom, "Mom, I'm so sorry, I don't know what came over us," she mumbled.

"Just leave Eileen ok, I just can't talk to you right now," Mom scowled. I had never seen her so angry.

My sister Eileen slunk out of the room and I heard her bedroom door close shortly after.

"And you, you, I don't know what to call you Mike, I just can't talk to you either right now, I'll just lose it!"

Mom turned away and slammed the door as she left, but even then I couldn't help looking at where my mom's skirt had rucked up to display her silken thighs.

I rolled over and started to whimper. I felt disgusted with myself, but at the same time so sexually sated that I was exhausted. I fell asleep that way, my mind spinning with what I had just done with my sister and what the consequences may.

I awoke the next morning surprised to find myself still fully dressed, and a pair of come stained pantyhose beside me on the bed; mom's pantyhose. Then the events of last night all came flooding back to me; oh my god, what had I done?

I snuck out of my room to shower, hoping like hell not run into my mom or sister; I was so confused and apprehensive, I just couldn't face either of them. I made a plan to stay in my room mom and sis left for work, it would be better that way, more time to think.

The minutes seemed like hours until Eileen left for work, I watched at the window until I saw her leave. Even though I knew my sister and I had committed the gravest of sins, as my sister walked down the path, head down, my eyes could not help focussing on her sexy pantyhosed legs on display beneath her short skirt. I knew I had caused her a terrible dilemma that could break our already fractured family apart, yet I still fanaticised about our sexual encounters last night. I started rationalising to myself. We hadn't really committed incest (yes I was now admitting to myself the nature of our sin), as I hadn't actually entered her with my naked penis; we hadn't 'fucked' in the true sense of the word, had we?

The dreaded knock came on bedroom door about fifteen minutes after Eileen had left for work. I was in a cold sweat, hoping my mother would at least give me the day to prepare for our encounter. I had fantasised about leaving home, running away, and never coming back to face my mom and have to explain my perversions. I just felt so ashamed and unable to explain the lust that had lead to last night's abhorrent behaviour. But deep inside I was still seething with the ecstasy that I had experienced; the exquisite feel of my cock on my mom's nyloned legs and the aftermath of sexual frenzy that I had experienced with my sister as she at first resisted, then capitulated to my base desires.

"Mike, It's mom, we really need to talk," she called to me through the door.

"Mom, I'm just so sorry, I can't talk to you, I'm such a bad son and a worthless brother," I croaked.

"Let me in Mike, we need to talk son," my mom insisted.

I dragged myself away from the chair by the window on leaden feet, dreading this encounter. I unlatched and open the door. Mom was dressed for work, her pristine white nurse's uniform complemented by her white nylons and white nurse's shoes. Although her shoes were 'flats', they somehow helped define her thighs and the calves that were on display below the hem of the skirt that came to just above her knees. I couldn't help but admire her, she was stunning in my eyes, her makeup as usual was heavier than expected of someone in her profession, but it accentuated her sexiness, almost making her a caricature of the nurses seen in porno magazines and movies.

"Mom, I'm so sorry," I whispered as she entered.

"I just, I just," I couldn't finish the sentence.

"We need to talk Mike," she half whispered, she started to cry and led me to the chair that was next to my study table.

I sat down and I felt all of my energy drain from me. I felt depleted of all energy and will. I was determined however to take full responsibility for my actions and tell mom everything. I would not let my sister take any blame for what I had done. Sure she had become a willing participant in our deviant encounter, but only after I had forced her.

Mom remained standing in front of me, and still my eyes drifted to her silken nyloned calves and then up to her thighs. I felt a further disgust directed at my wanton lust. I cleared my head and began:

"It was all my fault mom,"

"I forced Eileen to do what you saw. It's all my fault and I won't blame you if throw me out on the street."

"I let you down," I sobbed.

"Dad is in jail, I'm the 'man of the house' and now I fucked it all up by doing what I did to my sister."

"I'm so sorry," I sobbed.

"But it wasn't just your sister was it?" mom stated in a firm voice.

"Eileen told me what she saw when she came home," she said.

"You were doing things to me while I was asleep, weren't you?"

"Oh mom I'm so sorry," I whispered, "I, I, I, Just couldn't help myself."

"Well son, can you explain to me why you did what you did?" mom asked sounding genuinely concerned.

I told her, I let it all out. I went on to explain my sexual desires and fetish. How, for as long as I could remember, I have had a fetish for nylon stockings and pantyhose. How once she and my sister had damaged and discarded their nylons I would retrieve them from the trash and alone in my room I would enact my pantyhose fantasies. How I would wear them, sniff them, and wank in them, all of my panty and pantyhose perversions. I told my mom that I could not resist the sight, feel, and smell of nylons.

I then told my mother how I felt being constantly surrounded by two sexy women wearing sheer pantyhose and short dresses or skirts. That when they sat around the house with their skirts hiked up or legs akimbo that I just had to retire to my room to take my pleasure with a pair of their discarded pantyhose or nylon panties that I had stolen from the wash-basket.

"Oh Mike, I'm so sorry, I didn't realise you had these feelings for your sister and me. I'll talk to Eileen tonight and explain it all. I don't know what I'm going to do about what happened between you and her though; you know what you did was not only morally wrong, It was illegal."

"There is only one thing for it. It will have to be our family secret; you must never tell anyone, ever, ok?"

"Of course mom, I promise," I whispered.

"And Eileen will have to be convinced of the same. That only leaves me, and of course I'm not going to say anything. I will not have my family split up"

"So there Mike, we can just put this nasty episode behind us ok?"

My mom smiled sweetly and I realised how much I loved her. But even then, with al this going on my eyes drifted to the hem of her skirt and her silken thighs. My mom's eyes followed mine and I knew she had seen what I was looking at. She frowned.

"Take a shower Mike, get ready for college. I've a phone call to make then I'll drive you, ok son?" she smiled.

"Ok mom," I said, and bounded off the bed and down the hall to the bathroom.

Everything was going to be ok, I thought to myself. We just won't talk about what happened last night and things will return back to normal. I stripped off and got under a warm shower. As I soaped my cock and balls a tingle started and I couldn't help but stroke my hardening cock I was thinking about how I had climbed on my sister and dry fucked her through her pantyhose and panties.

I couldn't help myself I still had my fetish. I turned off the water and climbed out the shower, drying myself on the towel. Then I went exploring in the washing basket. Bingo! I found the pantyhose mom had been wearing last night. I pulled them out of the basket and put them to my face. I felt the sheer nylon caress my face and smelt the faint aroma of my mother's vagina in the crotch of the hose.

My cock was now hard and I lowered the pantyhose down to it. I opened the hose and pulled one leg over my cock and started to wank slowly. The feeling of the sheer nylon of my mother's pantyhose on the nerve endings of my erect member was exquisite. I forced myself not to speed up the slow, deliberate, movements of my right hand wanking my hardon. With my left hand I gathered up the rest of the silky garment and began to slowly massage my balls. My thoughts now were of the earlier part of last night, how I had slid my cock up and down my mother's silken calves, clad in these very silken sheer pantyhose.

Then I heard my mother's voice, distant but loud enough to bring me out of my reverie. She was on the phone in her bedroom, I decided I better stop my wanton pleasure and get ready for college or mom would be suspicious. That wouldn't do now that It looked like I was going to get away with what was virtually the rape of my sister, and certainly incest with both her and mom, (even though mom didn't know what I had done to her).

I threw my discarded clothes into the wash basket on top of the pantyhose I had been wanking into. After years of masturbating with my mom's and sister's nylon panties and pantyhose, I knew how to replace the garments so that they would not be suspicious. Although my sister Eileen had said she had noticed come stains in hers. I would have to be careful in future I though. I may have agreed not to engage in incest but I had no intention of giving up my fetish.

I left the bathroom doing up my shave coat, a ratty robe I only wore to and from the bathroom for the sake of modesty. As I passed mother's room I overheard her talking softly into the phone,

"He's only 18 doctor but he's matured so fast. No I can't tell you about it on the phone that's why I want to make an appointment for me and him to see you as soon as possible!"

"Look you worked wonders with my depression when my husband went into prison, now I need you to help with a family crisis."

"No it's mainly Mike and these depraved sexual urges he is having. I'll explain it all to you before he goes in to see you, but you must keep it to yourself!"

"I know I have your word as my doctor, but what Mike's been doing is pretty debauched. Ok then, we'll be there in an hour, Mike thinks I'm taking him to college. Bye."

The fucking bitch! My mother the fucking bitch! My blood was boiling at this betrayal. I flung open the door just as my mom was hanging up. She was sitting on the bed next to the telephone on the nightstand. I stormed into the room and pushed her hard on her shoulders forcing her to fall back on the bed.

"You fucking bitch mom! You swore we would tell no one!"

She whimpered, I could see the fear in her face, "Mike its for the best. I have to get you some help if you are going to stay in same house with me and your sister."

"But you promised! We would all just say nothing, tell no one, and that would be it!"

"But Mike you need help!" she cried again.

Now I noticed how she had landed when I pushed her back on the bed. The hem of her white nurse's uniform had ridden up and her legs were slightly parted. I could see her sexy sheer pantyhosed thighs tightly stretching the white cotton skirt. I felt my cock begin to harden and I looked into her face. Her makeup had started to smear because she was crying, the mascara darkening her eyes even more. My god she looked even sexier, sluttish in her pose, with her piled on makeup, dishevelled, and her skirt rucked up; she looked vulnerable. She looked fuckable!

"Oh I need help alright mom," I hissed.

"I need fucking help, the same kind of help sis gave me last night."

"So mommy are you going to help your son with this problem," I whispered harshly and opened my shave coat to reveal my hard throbbing cock to my mother.

"Mike! Son! No!" she screamed. "You can't, please, cover yourself; I'm your mother for god sake!"

I was through talking; looking at her lying helpless on her bed only made me more aroused. As I leapt on her, my shave coat flew open, and I landed on top of her. I stretched her arms out and pinned her beneath me. I had landed directly on top of her with my legs between hers; my erect penis pushed against the cotton hem of her skirt and my face hovered over hers.

"Please Mike, stop this now, please have some respect for your mother," she whispered into my face only inches from hers. 

Her breath was sweet, and looking into her sexy blue eyes and ruby lipsticked lips, I knew I couldn't stop myself. I lowered my face onto hers and kissed her lips. She kept them tightly closed, but the taste of her lipstick and the feel of her fully clothed body against my almost naked body only inflamed my passions. I sighed and tried to force my tongue between her lips. My mother responded by squirming beneath me and wriggling to get free.

This was a disastrous mistake for my mother as her writhing caused her skirt to ride up further and my hard cock to come into contact with her pantyhosed thigh. I hung on to her, allowing her to move beneath me thus causing her nyloned leg to rub against my turgid penis. The feeling of her gossamer nylons on my cock was electrifying; along with the feel of her breasts inside her crisp white nurse's uniform rubbing on my chest I was intoxicated with passion. The thought of finally consummating my deeply held secret passions for my mom in her uniform and pantyhose drove me to the peak of my desires.

"That's it mommy, fight me if you want. You know my sister did at first, but she soon changed her mind," I whispered in her ear.

Then my mother realised what I was doing, holding on to her and allowing her struggle to inflame my passion. She lay still and looked me in the eyes.

"Well take what you want Mike. I won't fight any more because I think that's what you want. But remember you will have to live with consequences after," she whimpered.

I lowered my lips to hers and as they touched I whispered, "Fuck the consequences!"

I mashed my lips on hers and forced my tongue into her mouth. She didn't respond but she didn't fight either. Her lying prone and not offering any response at all only served to inflame me to greater passions. I put my hand between her legs and positioned my cock over her panty and pantyhose covered pussy and started to thrust slowly against her. I then eased my cock between the nylon gusset of her panties and the gossamer thin nylon of her sheer to the waist pantyhose covering her pussy. My cock was in a silken trap, caressed between her nylon panties and her hot cunt covered by her pantyhose.

I continued to kiss my mother as I humped her panty crotch, my cock was like a living thing, the sensation was so magnificent, better than anything I ever felt when masturbating, or even with my sister last night. I could feel the outline of my mom's pussy lips through the hose and adjusted myself so my cock was between them. My precum was lubricating the nylon so I couldn't tell if mom was aroused but she continued to lie there unresponsive.

I reached down with my hand and put a fingernail against the nylon covering her cunt and pushed until I felt the pantyhose tear. Still my mother didn't move so I pushed forward with my hips. The tip of my cock forced its way through the hole in her pantyhose and was nestled in her pussy lips against the entrance to her cunt. I pushed forward again slowly but firmly and felt the head of my cock enter her. My mother grunted as my cock went inside her, but other than a flinch she made no effort to stop me. My mind was racing. I was fucking my mom! NO! I was raping my mom!

I pushed in further and found resistance. She was dry! It was obvious my mom was not going to capitulate and become a willing participant. I started a slow thrusting movement hardly moving my cock at all, just enough to get my precum lubricating my cock as I entered her further, millimetre by millimetre. We must have looked a sight, my mom lying on the bed her legs apart and her arms above her head held there by my free hand. Her skirt rucked up around her waist and her sheer nylon encased legs wide with me between them slowly humping and forcing my kisses on her, her heavy makeup smeared making her look like a whore.

Eventually I was fully inside her and my balls came to rest against the silken gusset of her panties that had been pushed aside to allow my entry. I was fighting off my orgasm; having to enter her slowly had helped. My precum had lubricated my mom's cunt enough to enable my cock to fully penetrate her, but she was still very tight. My head was spinning with desire now and I knew the inevitable would happen soon, regardless of how slowly I fucked her.

I released the hold on her hands and lifted her silken pantyhosed legs up and around me. Mom didn't fight; she hadn't said a word other than the grunt as I entered her. She was just like a rag doll. Tears streamed slowly down her face and her eyes were closed. I shucked off the shave coat all the way so that I was fully naked and could feel the gauzy nylon of her pantyhose legs on my back and thighs. I pulled back my throbbing cock all the way and thrust deeply into her, once, twice, three times. Each time I did, she grunted with the force of my thrusts. On the third thrust I pushed in as far as I could and rubbed my balls on her panty-ass and concentrated on the feel of her silken nylon legs against me. I exploded; torrents of come seemed to explode out my cock. The pleasure was so intense that it was almost painful.

I shuddered and groaned for what seemed like an eternity as I filled my mother with my hot seed. Eventually I came down from the plateau of ecstasy and opened my eyes. I found myself looking at my mother's icy blue eyes; they were devoid of emotion. She just stared up at me.

To be continued...



The Silken Family Trap Ch. 04



On the third thrust I pushed in as far as I could and rubbed my balls on her panty-ass and concentrated on the feel of her silken nylon legs against me. I exploded; torrents of come seemed to explode out my cock. The pleasure was so intense that it was almost painful. I shuddered and groaned for what seemed like an eternity as I filled my mother with my hot seed. Eventually I came down from the plateaux of ecstasy and opened my eyes. I found myself looking at my mother’s icy blue eyes; they were devoid of emotion. She just stared up at me…………………..

Part IV

I just lay there, spent. My cock slowly shrivelling inside my Mom’s cunt. Her pantyhosed legs slid down my back and sides, coming to rest on the bed. She lay there now, legs splayed on the bed, with me between them and her skirt rucked up around her waist. I lay there panting, getting my breath. I felt my mother move softly beneath me and she pushed her internal muscles, forcing my now flaccid cock out of her. It came to rest on her sleek nyloned thigh, a rope of sticky come leading from the head of my penis up to my Mom’s cunt. It glistened on her sheer pantyhose.

I looked down again into Mom’s face and saw that she had stopped crying. Her smudged makeup made her look even sexier in my eyes. She has the sultry ‘used’ look I sometimes saw on the ‘Waif’ models in Sis’s magazines. Mom’s eyes locked on mine,

“Are you happy now Mike? Did you get what you wanted son?” she whispered.

“Is the satisfaction of your animal lust worth the ruination of our family?” she asked.

“Mom, you don’t understand,” I whispered back.

“You and Eileen have been driving me sexually insane for so long it’s amazing I haven’t done this before. Sitting and lying around in your short skirts, your pantyhosed legs and sexy nylon panties on display; the makeup, the clothes, the nylons, the smell of you both, you drove me mad!” I exclaimed.

“Haven’t you ever wondered about the stains in your panties and nylons? Sis’s too!” I pleaded.

“Of course I knew it was you Mike, who else could it be? But what was I supposed to do, confront you? Hold mine and Eileen’s soiled pantyhose and panties to your face? Ask you to explain?”

“I knew that you would have no answer that made sense. I knew the embarrassment for you would be unbearable, so I decided to let you indulge your fetish and let you use our underwear for your pleasure. I though it might stop eventually, and I hoped your Sister wouldn’t notice. But I never expected this!”

“Get the fuck off me Mike! I’m your Mother for god’s sake!” she hissed.

“I can’t Mom,” I whimpered.

“I know you will have to report this. If not to the police, then to your fucking shrink, who will convince you to report me to the police anyway.” I said.

“So what are you going to do then Son,” Mon spat at me. “Spend the rest of your life with me and Eileen held prisoner in this house. I don’t think so Mike; come on son let me get up,” she pleaded.

“I don’t know what I’m going to do Mom,” I said. “I really just fucking don’t know,” I started to cry.

Then I heard a voice behind me say,

“Then there is only thing for it Mike, we will have to do to her what you did to me.”

I turned around shocked. There was my sister Eileen. She was as usual dressed in her parody of the school uniform, the hem of her tunic way too far above her knees, her legs in sheer taupe pantyhose instead of ankle socks, her feet in low heeled court shoes, and with way too much makeup on for a eighteen year old schoolgirl.

“What the fuck, Sis, what are you doing here I stammered.”

Mom tried to wriggle free at the sound of Eileen’s voice,

“Call for help Eileen, please, help me!” she pleaded.

“Shut up Mom please,” Eileen said matter of factly. “I came home because I forgot my math homework, and I heard the struggle in here. I’ve been at the door the whole time. I saw what Mike did to you Mom, and I have listened to what you have both had to say.”

“Then you understand Eileen,” Mom pleaded again. “He did the same thing to you, forced himself on you, we have to stop him!” she demanded.

“Well unfortunately for you right now, that’s not how I see it Mom,” my Sister said.

“I know if this gets out, the family is ruined. Mike goes to prison or a boys home; at the very least he is kicked out of our home, and I don’t know if I can take that with what has happened to Dad.” 

“I also know there is no way this can be kept secret if you tell anyone. My life will be worthless around town! Ok, so I’m not the homecoming virgin, I might be a slut but I don’t want to be forever known as the girl that fucks her brother!” she hurled at Mom. 

The she grinned wickedly,

“Besides Mom, I have to tell you, I kind of like what Mike and I do. I like the power I have over him with just the flash of my knickers or a display of my pantyhosed thighs. And I have to say, I like what he does to me, sure it’s kinky, but it sure feels good!” she chuckled.

“Oh my God! Not you too!” Mom shrieked from beneath me, and commenced struggling in earnest to get free. I grabbed her wrists and pinned her down again.

“So anyway Mike, as I was saying,” Eileen continued matter of factly, “there is only one thing to do. We have to do to her what you did to me. Make her like it!” Eileen said wickedly.

“So lets get started Mike,” she smiled at me, “She just lay there before while you had your way, lets see if together we can warm her up!”

“No! No! Fucking No!” Mom started shouting and struggling again.

“Hold her Mike,” Eileen ordered, “and shut her up for God’s sake.” She added.

I used the easiest method to shut Mom up that came to hand, and that was to crush my lips against hers. I started kissing her with renewed fever whilst watching my Sister Eileen out the corner of my eye. 

Eileen approached the bottom of the bed and grabbed Mom’s ankles and pushed them down on the bed to help hold her still. Then she surprised me by climbing on the bottom of the bed herself and she started to kiss and lick Mom’s ankles and calves; her lipstick smeared on Mom’s sheer nylons as she did. 

“Hold her Mike!” she ordered, “this is going to get really exciting for us, but I think she will fight like a bitch for a while, at least until I can get her wet,” Eileen said.

Eileen started to spin around on the bed easing my body to back along Mom’s body, whilst I kept my grip on Mom’s wrists. She ended up astride Mom with her head near Mom’s calves and her legs straddling Mom’s chest. I had moved back against the bed-head at the top of the bed and was now sitting with Mom’s head between my knees and all my weight on her wrists, facing Eileen’s back as she bent over Mom. Mom could hardly move at all, and again it looked like she was going to resign to her fate. Tears streamed out of her eyes again adding to the watery mascara that was smeared on her face. She whimpered softly,

“Please don’t children,” and then became silent and limp.

Eileen now worked her way up Mom’s legs, kissing sucking and licking her diaphanous nyloned legs. I was so turned on, I felt my member once again engorge and it rode to attention, ready for action.

“Come on Mike,” Eileen lifted her head, turned, and giggled, “you must get the idea. What about giving your Sister some of what she’s giving Mom?” she laughed, wiggling her ass at me.

Eileen’s skirt just covered her ass, the pleats of her school uniform tunic skirt enticingly close to me. I reached out and lifted my Sister’s skirt and was instantly aroused further. Her thighs were encased in the sheerest of gossamer taupe nylon, and then they disappeared into the flimsiest sheer nylon panties I had ever seen. They were nearly see through and I could see the gusset of her pantyhose moulded snugly against her cunt whilst the sheer nylon of the full cut panties caressed her ass cheeks.

I reached out and stroked the globes of my Sister’s ass checks, my hands stroking her firm buttocks through the flimsy nylon of her panties and hose. Eileen by now had her face buried between Mom’s thighs. Although Mom made no sound she was now trying desperately to close her legs, but it was too late, Eileen’s mouth was firmly clamped on her panty crotch. My Sister used her tongue to ease aside the silken gusset of Mom’s panty crotch and pushed her tongue, snake like, through the hole in Mom’s pantyhose, the same hole through which only a while ago I had raped my Mother with my rampant penis.

I was now so excited my cock was throbbing. Watching my Sister lick my Mom’s cunt through her hose and panties was more than my wildest fantasies could have imagined. I fell forward and buried my face in my Sister’s panty clad ass. I forced my tongue against the sheer nylon encasing her cuntal lips and began to lick. Eileen shuddered and pushed back against my face, I heard a stifled moan from between Mom’s legs where her head was buried lapping at Mom’s cunt. Then I head a sound I hardly believed. Mom gave out a long trembling sigh, and moaned,

“Oh God forgive me that feels so good!”

Mom’s hands went down to Eileen’s head, not to push it away but gently stroke her daughter as she licked her Mom’s cunny through the hole I had torn in her pantyhose. Eileen let go of Mom’s ankles and unbelievably Mom opened her legs further to allow her daughter better access to her cunt. Mom’s silken, nylon encased, legs opened and raised slightly off the bed, her high heels came to rest on the bottom of the bed as she pushed her ass, still clad in her nylon panties, up off the bed to allow her daughter better access to Mommies now sopping cunt. Eileen used her now free hands to push the gusset of Mom’s panties to one side of her cunt, and the other to tear the hole in Mom’s pantyhose even bigger so she could get her lips on Mom’s pussy and work her tongue around her clitty.

Mom was now groaning and moaning, lifting her ass in a steady rhythm to Eileen’s oral invasion of her cunt. I was now furiously licking my Sister’s cunt through her panties and hose but I wanted more. I bought my hand up and dragged the gusset of her nylon knickers across her ass exposing her cunt sheathed in the gauzy nylon of her pantyhose. I put a finger against the nylon and pushed. My finger disappeared inside her cunt sheathed in the nylon of her hose. I immediately realised what I was going to do; my greatest of all fetish fantasies.

I eased myself forward over my Mom who was now steadily groaning in ecstasy underneath me, and positioned my rock hard cock against my Sister’s cuntal lips. I eased forward and the gossamer thin nylon of her pantyhose began to give and to encase my cock as it slowly forced its way inside my Sister. The nylon of the pantyhose encasing my Sister’s lovely big ass began to stretch taught as my cock forced its way deeper into her, taking more of the luxurious silken material with it. The feeling was exquisite, my cock was being gripped by my Sister’s tight cunt and was surrounded by the most glorious soft sheer nylon at the same time. I slowly started to pump in and out of my Sister, one hand on her nyloned buttocks, the other pulling tight on her panty crotch, driving the damp nylon against her hard clit as I fucked her.

Mom was now almost incomprehensible with pleasure. She was groaning whimpering and crying as she maintained her steady thrusting of her ass up from the bed and against my Sister’s face buried in her crotch. This was just amazing, more than any fantasy I could imagine and I knew I couldn’t hold back my orgasm for much longer.

I imagined what we looked like. Mom on her back with her nurses uniform skirt pushed up around her waist, her nyloned legs spread, her ass bucking in the air to meet the tongue of her daughter who is straddling her dressed in her school uniform, her pleated skirt thrown over her waist to expose her pantyhosed thighs and pantied ass, as her cunt is being plundered by her brother, who has his cock driven deep inside her whist he is straddling the upper torso of his Mother.

Eileen was starting to grunt in time with my thrusts as the nylon of her hose was forced against her sensitive clitty. Added to her pleasure was the gusset of her sheer panties rubbing against the nylon hose as I gripped the panties like a horse-rider holding his reins in one hand. Mom was still moaning her pleasure, her grunts getting faster and louder. Then the most amazing thing happened; I felt a tongue on my balls. I looked down and saw that Mom had lifted her head slightly and was licking my balls as I thrusted in and out my sister. She opened her lipstick lips and gently licked and sucked them with her hot wet mouth.

It was all I needed to go over the top, my cock exploded and I pounded it in and out of my Sister, the force of my strokes making her ass cheeks shudder. I felt the hot semen shoot out of my cock, through the sheer nylon encasing it, soaking my Sister’s cunt and further lubricating the pantyhose surrounding my penis. I shot load after load until I was spent.

As my first load exploded deep in my Sister, I felt her cunt walls quiver as her own orgasm erupted. She bucked back against me to meet my thrusts and at the same time increased the frantic lapping at Mom’s cunt. She buried her head deeper inside Mom’s nyloned thighs and pushed her tongue hard against Mom’s clitty.

This had the effect of invoking a shuddering orgasm in Mom. Her whole body quivered and her heels drummed against the bed as she came. Mom’s lips clamped down on my balls and her tongue became frantic as it slobbered around my tight hard testicles.

We were all coming at once. Mother, Brother, Sister, the girls in their sheerest nylon pantyhose and panties, slutty makeup and uniforms. It was certainly a silken family trap!

To be continued…………………



The Silken Family Trap Ch. 05



As my first load exploded deep in my Sister, I felt her cunt walls quiver as her own orgasm erupted. She bucked back against me to meet my thrusts and at the same time increased the frantic lapping at Mom’s cunt. She buried her head deeper inside Mom’s nyloned thighs and pushed her tongue hard against Mom’s clitty.

This had the effect of invoking a shuddering orgasm in Mom. Her whole body quivered and her heels drummed against the bed as she came. Mom’s lips clamped down on my balls and her tongue became frantic as it slobbered around my tight hard testicles.

We were all coming at once. Mother, Brother, Sister, the girls in their sheerest nylon pantyhose and panties, slutty makeup and uniforms. It was certainly a silken family trap……………………………

Part V

An hour later I was on my way to school. I couldn’t help thinking about the exquisite sexual fantasy that I had just lived, fucking my Sister and my Mom. I was semi-hard as I relived the last few hours of the morning. Mom had made me and Eileen go to school, she told us that we should behave as normal so no one would suspect what was going on in the privacy of our house. She gave us both late notes; some bullshit about a sick family member who we had gone to visit in hospital. Mom said we would have to talk about our family secret tonight and decide just how we were going to keep having our family fun and keep it a secret.

All day at school I fantasised about how I had fucked Mom. She, fully clothed with her tight white uniform skirt rucked around her ass as I slammed into her, past her torn hose and panties. By the time I left school at half three I was horny as hell. I knew Mom wouldn’t be home until six but I couldn’t wait, I walked the half dozen blocks to the hospital where she worked.

I sometimes went there to see Mom at work, I love staring at the pretty nurses in their tight white uniforms, silky pantyhose, and cute little hats. A few of the older nurses who knew Mom would often come over and say hello and ruffle my hair. If only they knew I wanted to throw them down on the nearest bed and fuck them in their crisp white uniforms. A nurse named Janet who I guessed to be in her mid 40s came over to me as I sat on the bench near Mom’s workstation at the end of the ward.

“Hi Mike,” she said.

“Your Mom is occupied with a patient right now, the ward has been really busy today,” Janet said as she rushed past.

“Wait in the Matron’s office out of the way and I’ll tell her you’re here.”

I went into the Matrons small office that was next to long counter where Mom did her paperwork when she wasn’t busy in ward. I closed the door behind me and sat in an armchair that was pulled up to the desk. I looked around the office and lazily rubbed my semi-hard cock through my jeans. I wondered what the fuck I was doing here, but I was so horny for Mom. I could go home and probably fuck my sister Eileen, but I was hot for Mom after this morning’s session.

A small rubbish bin in the corner caught my attention. Hanging half out of the bin was the leg of a pair of pantyhose. I checked to make sure the door was closed then wondered over and removed the pantyhose from the bin.  They were white, control top and I could see the ladder torn in one leg that was reason Matron had discarded them.

I lifted the gusset of the hose to my face and inhaled the smell of Matrons cunt. The smell was still strong, so the hose must have been discarded not that long ago. I walked over to locker in the corner and opened it. Inside were two white skirts with matching blouses on hangers. Matron was a stout woman looking at the size of them. I found nothing else there to excite me so I returned to the armchair.

I was so horny now that I had to do something about it. I eased my zipper down and freed my hard cock. I slid one leg the silky nylon pantyhose over my cock and started to gently stroke it.

Just then the door flew open and in came Mom. She looked flustered and had obviously been working hard.

“Jesus Mike, why are you here Son, cant whatever it is wait until after………………”

Then she stopped mid sentence as she saw what I was doing.

“For fuck sake Mike, if you get caught doing that here they’ll lock you up and fire me. Can’t you at least leave yourself alone until you get home?” Mom said sounding exasperated.

“Well no Mom,” I said getting up out of the chair.

“I just can’t stop thinking about what we did today.”

“Well Son, there is a time and place for that. What we did this morning and last night is illegal; so at least lets leave that behaviour at home,” Mom said, sounding cross.

I took a step towards her; I would have looked a real sight with the stocking hanging off my cock if anyone walked in.

“Please Mom,” I pleaded and put my arms around her. I crushed my lips against hers, tasting the lipstick as it smeared on my lips. I pulled her close to me and I felt her move against me as my hard cock pushed against her leg through her skirt. She rubbed her lower body against me, dry humping me through her skirt.

“Ok Mike, I’ll let you have something quick, but then you must leave ok?” Mom said, reaching behind herself to engage the lock on the door.

“Matron is gone for the day, but I can only spare a few minutes so it will have to be very quick Mike.”

Mom eased herself out my grasp and went to the desk where she bent over. She reached back and lifted her skirt and pushed her lovely round ass towards me.

“Help yourself to Mommy Mike,” she said seductively as she looked around me and smiled.

I needed no further invitation. I pulled the flimsy stockings off my cock and threw them back towards the bin where I had found them and stepped behind my mother. Her ass was raised towards me, the firm cheeks glimmering in the sheen of her pantyhose. I noticed that today she was just wearing a white nylon thong, the thin strand of silky white material running up the crack of her ass, visible through the nylon gusset of her hose.

“Come on Son, give Mommy a quickie, you started it, now hurry up and finish,” she panted, and wiggled her ass at me.

I stepped between her parted legs, the rough material of my denim jeans whispering on the nylons that encased her legs. I reached out and placed one hand on each of the globes of her ass and pushed my cock into the crack. As I rubbed my cock up and down the crack of my Mother’s ass, my penis was stimulated by the feel of her pantyhose, Mom started to push back on me and gently rotate her ass.

“Mikey, you have to be quick Son,” she panted again.

“I’m enjoying this as much you are now, but we might get caught if you don’t hurry.”

I needed no further urging; I pushed a finger into the crotch of Mom’s pantyhose and popped it through the sheer nylon. Then I put both hands into the small hole I had made and tore the hole in the pantyhose covering Mom’s cunt until it was big enough for my purpose. I eased the thin strip of material covering her cunt to one side and slid myself inside my Mother until I was buried to the hilt.

“Oh Mom,” I gasped.

“This feels so good.”

“Oh do me Mike, do me son.” Mom panted.

I started a steady thrusting, pushing my cock in and out of Mom’s cunt. Mom pushed back with each thrust, burying my cock deep inside her and rubbing her sweet nyloned ass against my balls. Mom was panting now.

“Do me Mike, give your Mom a good fucking, push that young cock of yours in and out of Mommies pussy,” she chanted.

“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee,” she hissed, and I felt her cunt spasm around my cock.

I was making my Mom come. Her tight cunt gripped my cock and she pushed back against me, forcing her clitty against me as I humped. My cock expanded and blew its load. A torrent of hot semen washed into my Mom’s cunt and she gasped and shuddered again.

I nearly fell over as I leaned over my her, grabbing her stockinged thighs and pulling her back on me, impaling my Mommy as I shot my sticky gism deep inside her.

Just then the door rattled,

“Jean? Jean? Are you in there,” I heard one of the nurses saying. Mom answered,

“Just a minute Carol. I’ll be out soon. I’m changing my nylons because I caught them on Mister Simpson’s bed.”

Mom was cool as cucumber; bent over the desk with my cock buried in her she told lies as easy as pie. I felt Mom squeeze her cuntal muscles and push my deflating penis out on her. She turned around and took a handkerchief from her pocket and took hold of my flaccid penis and wiped it. She zipped my fly and patted it then leaned forward and gently kissed my lips. She bought her finger up to her lips,

“Shhhh,” she whispered. And began to wipe the hankie between her thighs, soaking up my come. 

“Well Mister Simpson needs his five o’clock meds Jean, torn nylons or no torn nylons. Please hurry,” nurse Carol said through the door.

“On my way Carol,” Mom said and smoothed down her skirt. She pointed to the corner of the room that would be in the blind spot from the door and I tip toed over there. Mom opened the door,

“There, that’s better,” she said motioning to her legs to Carol to continue the charade of the torn nylons. She quickly glanced my way and winked as Carol turned away. Mom quickly flicked the back of her skirt up exposing her gauzy nyloned thighs and ass, she tipped me another wink and walked off.

I waited for about two minutes and was about to leave when a large woman who I estimated to be in her mid forties entered the room. It had to be Matron!

“Who are you sonny,” she asked in a not too friendly manner.

“I’m Mike. My Mom is a nurse here, Jean.” I stammered. The room reeked of sex; she must have been able to smell it.

“Well what are you doing in my office Mike,” she asked.

“I was doing my homework waiting for Mom,” I lied. It was a stupid lie because I had no books with me. Matron looked at me quizzically and said,

“Well I have work to do Mike, best you wait for your Mom outside,” she said.

“Ok Ma'am, I will.” I said and squeezed past her towards the door. Up close she was quite pretty, as some larger women are. She had a round open face framed with red hair worn in a loose bob. Her eyes were huge and a deep blue. She too obviously believed like Mom, that more was better when it came to makeup because her eyes were painted and heavily mascaraed and her lips were a cherry red. She was just the sort of woman I fantasised about when I wanked.

I had to look down of course. Yes! Glimmering taupe pantyhose encased her legs that were large but well shaped. They were long and tapered out of her tight, dark blue, business suit skirt. I saw that she saw me looking at her legs and she smiled. She reached in the bin next to her desk,

“Here Mike,” she smirked and handed the pantyhose that only minutes before had been stretched around my cock. 

“You might as well keep them, by the look of the that little wet patch and the smell of semen, you were been busy with them before I came in,” Matron said, a smile on her face. 

“Maybe next time you visit I’ll let you take these off,” she said pulling on the gossamer sheer nylons on her legs.

I was just flabbergasted and almost beyond speech.

“Thanks Ma’am, I would love to,” I stammered and walked out the door my head spinning. I heard her laughing to herself as I walked away stuffing her pantyhose into my pocket.

“But I bet you are the sort of lad who would have more fun If I left them on,” she chuckled after me.



The Silken Family Trap Ch. 06



From Part V

“Here Mike,” she smirked and handed the pantyhose that only minutes before had been stretched around my cock. 

“You might as well keep them, by the look of the that little wet patch and the smell of semen, you were been busy with them before I came in,” Matron said, a smile on her face. 

“Maybe next time you visit I’ll let you take these off,” she said pulling on the gossamer sheer nylons on her legs.

I was just flabbergasted and almost beyond speech.

“Thanks Ma’am, I would love to,” I stammered and walked out the door my head spinning. I heard her laughing to herself as I walked away stuffing her pantyhose into my pocket.

“But I bet you are the sort of lad who would have more fun If I left them on,” she chuckled after me.

I couldn't help thinking of Matron's large, well-shaped and pantyhosed legs all the way home. The fact that I had put her worn pantyhose on my cock and had sniffed the lovely smell of her cunt in her discarded hose was driving me insane with a newfound lust. That Matron had propositioned me and hinted that she knew I had a nylon fetish was also not lost on me, “But I bet you are the sort of lad who would have more fun If I left them on,” what else could she mean?

I immediately started plotting how I might take her veiled invitation further, and even better in my mind's fantasy, get Mom or Sis involved. As I turned these thoughts over in my mind, I realised my best chance was to get my older Sister Eileen to play along. Even though she was only seventeen, she had assisted me in getting Mom to become a willing participant in our nylon incest games, so why not Matron too? Besides Mom had continually stressed that we needed to keep our newfound family pleasures a secret; so, Eileen it was to be.

When I arrived home I raced up to my Sister's room, I was in luck, she was home. I entered her room to find her propped on the bed with a set of headphones on her head, listening to her music. I plopped myself on the bed beside her and of course, immediately began to stroke her pantyhose encased leg.

"Hi Sis," I smiled as I slid my hand up and down her gossamer nyloned thigh.

"Hi Mike," she smiled back, removing her headphones.

"Trust you to go straight for my legs; without even the slightest invitation or provocation," she laughed.

"You just have to be in the same room and wearing nylons Sis, you know I can't resist," I responded, smirking what I hoped was my cutest smile.

"Well, you will never guess what happened to me today?" I inquired.

"Well, no Mike I can't; but judging by the big smile on your face, the hard-on in your pants, and the way you are pawing my thighs, I guess it had something to with sex," she teased.

"Well Sis, the hard-on is in no small part due to my playing with your sexy legs, but largely due to my adventures this afternoon."

I then went on to tell Eileen about the fantastic fuck I had had with Mom in the Matron's office at the hospital. I also told her about playing with Matron's stockings before I fucked Mom, and about how Matron had come in to her office later and basically propositioned me. I then started to explain to her my plan to get Matron involved in our sex games.

Before I could go on further she stopped me.

"Mike, that story where you bent Mom over the desk and fucked her has got to one of the hottest stories I have ever heard; slide your hand up my skirt and see what you've done to me."

Who was I to turn down such a request? I slid my hand along my Sister's slinky nyloned thigh and under her little pleated tartan skirt. I savoured the feel of her nylons on my fingertips, and the light material of the hem of her skirt sliding along the back of my hand as it disappeared into the lovely playground that my Sister was encouraging me to explore.

As my hand encountered the top of her leg I slid it slowly across her silky pantied crotch. I could feel the heat, and as my fingers ventured down between her legs, I felt the damp wetness there.

"Oh Mike," she whispered,

"Please, please, please," my Sister begged.

I pushed two of my fingers into her slit, rubbing the nylon of her hose and panties against her labia. I pressed harder against where I guessed her clitty might be beneath her underwear and was immediately rewarded with a sob of pleasure.

"Oh god yes Mike, there, that’s it."

I massaged her cuntal area slowly but firmly and felt my Sister's panties become soaked with her juices. She squirmed and rose herself up off the bed to meet my ministrations. Her back and legs arched as she rose her torso up, taking her body weight on her feet and shoulders, her skirt fell back revealing dark green nylon panties covering gauzy sheer to the waist pantyhose. What a magnificent sight I though as I continued to stoke her hot pussy through the layers on nylon.

After a few minutes of making Eileen squirm in sexual bliss, I decided that I needed to attend to the now raging hardon that was bulging in my jeans. Without ceasing attending to my Sister, I removed my clothes and manoeuvred myself between her spread legs. I lightly rubbed my engorged member against my Sister's nylon encased thigh and quickly got into the same rhythm as the stroking I was applying to her cunt.

The feel of her delicate nyloned leg against my cock was scintillating, I could never get too much of the wonderful feeling of my penis against nylon. As I started to press my cock harder on her leg, I too started to pant.

"Oh yes Sis, I love this, absolutely love it!"

"Don't stop Mike, I'm close, please, put him in me, put Him in ME!"

I knew what she meant, and my Sister begging to be fucked was a request not to be denied. I reached my hand inside her panties and seized a handful of gauzy nylon and ripped it open.

"Oh Mike, yes, put him in NOW!" Eileen screamed.

I reached behind Eileen and grabbed the two pillows that rested on her headboard and pushed them under her arched back. I pulled on the gusset of her pretty green panties and eased it to one side. I kneed myself forward and positioned the head of my cock inside my Sister's swollen labia and let go of the gusset of her panties. The soaked panty material eased back across her crotch and came to rest against the side of my penis.

Eileen felt my glans nestled in her cuntal lips and she slowly began to ease herself forward, impaling herself on my turgid, throbbing cock. As my Sister slid herself onto my cock, I reached forward and grabbed her waist just where the waistband of her pantyhose peeked over the top of her panties. I took a firm grip and started to push her down onto my member, slow and hard until I was buried into her right up to the hilt.

As our pelvises butted together we both grunted,

"Ough!"

I moved my hands down my Sister's sleek hosed legs and lifted her claves up and around my waist. I felt her legs lock behind me and she gripped me against her, the sheer nylons sending shooting sensations of delight where they brushed against me. She used the grip she had on me to commence a slow steady fuck; easing my cockhead out of her until the corona of my glans was touching her inner labia, then pulling me back into her until our crotches were smashed together.

Eillen's juices were flowing faster as my penis eased in and out of her, her soaked panty slid along my shaft, heightening the sensations shooting through my body. She started to chant in time to our now steadily increasing thrusts,

"Fuck! Fuck! FucK! FucK! FuCK! FuCK! FUCK! FUCK!……………….FUCK MMMMMMMMMEEEeeee!!!!!!!!"

"Oh Mike fuck me honey, please, please, please!" she sobbed as the tempo increased.

My body felt like it had some sort of electric sexual energy flowing through it due to the sensations of my Sister's cunt gripping my cock, her pantyhosed legs rubbing back and forth as we humped, and the nylon panty teasing the shaft of my cock as it thrust in and out of her.

Our orgasms were fast approaching and Eileen sensed it too. She locked her long legs around me even harder, clutching me in her grip and slamming me against her, grinding her cunt against my pelvis and causing exquisite friction to scour her clit. Her silken legs spasmed and convulsed against me and her cunt quivered and pulsed in orgasm. My cock burst forth stream after stream of hot semen inside her as it pulsed and throbbed in concert with her climax.

"Sis, Oh Sis! I love you, I love it!" I groaned as she sucked the energy from my body.

"Oh Mike, you drive me wild, Brother of mine. I love you too!"

We both came down very slowly from our mutual climax, shuddering and groaning as the last of orgasms drained from us. Eileen's, legs slid down my side and came to rest splayed apart with me between them. I slowly allowed myself to fall forward on top of her as she released me from her grip. I started kissing her gently, planting lots of little kisses on her lips and stroking her hair and caressing her face as I kissed her. We lay like that for a while, kissing and caressing as my cock slowly deflated inside her and eventually plopped our of her puffed-up pussy lips and came to rest on her panty crotch as the silky material slid back into place, my cock no longer keeping it to one side of her entrance.

"Mmmm Sis, I could lay here for hours and do this," I whispered into her ear.

"Liar," she giggled.

"You'd get hard again eventually and want to do it all over again!"

"And so would I, so get off me you naughty boy and tell me about your plan for Matron!"

I eased myself from on top of my sister and lay close beside her, lazily stroking her thighs and buttocks and occasionally stealing a kiss as I explained my plan to trap Matron. Eileen asked questions and offered suggestions as I outlined my plan. She giggled occasionally and conspired with me to concoct what hopefully would be another 'silken trap'; this time for Matron.

We decided to strike while the iron is hot and hatch our plan for the next day.

That night Mom came home exhausted and after a quick dinner she gave us both passionate kisses goodnight and went to bed; I was to find out later that on the way she left her discarded nylons hanging from my bedroom doorknob; a nice trophy for my collection.

The next afternoon I met Eileen at home, we both skipped school after lunch to prepare our trap. Eileen dressed in a black leather mini, white low cut blouse, tan pantyhose and red high heels. She flipped up her skirt and revealed a pair of black, lacy open crotch panties. I loved the look of those open crotch panties covering her pantyhosed pussy.

"Down boy," she laughed as I made a half-hearted lunge for her.

With her usual lashings of makeup and red hair worn in an eighties frizz she looked more like a hooker than a schoolgirl.

I then made a call to the hospital and asked for the Matron supervising Mom's ward; I was in luck, she answered.

"Matron Phillips," a husky professional voice answered.

"Hello Matron, it's Mike here, I spoke to you yesterday afternoon in your office?"

"Hello Mike, what can I do for you, do you want to speak to your Mother?" she asked.

"Oh no Matron! I want to talk to you about my Mother. Its personal, and I wondered if I could see you alone in your office?"

"Well that is really an odd request Mike, I really don't normally see family members of my staff, especially alone." She responded.

"Please Matron, I really have to talk to someone about Mom; it's really important." I begged.

"Ok then Mike, if you insist, be here at two PM then; I'll make sure your Mother is busy in the ward so she won't know you are here," she capitulated.

"Thank you so much Matron," I responded, trying to sound relieved.

'We're on!" I winked at Eileen………………

At two PM sharp we were outside Matron's office. True to her word, Mom was not in sight, in fact the nurses station was empty; no one had seen us enter the ward.

"Come," Matron responded to my knock.

'I hope to,' I thought to myself as Eileen and I entered her office.

"Mike, I didn't know you were bringing anyone else; is this your Sister?" Matron asked looking a little surprised.

"Yes Matron; meet my older Sister Eileen," I responded.

"Pleased to meet you Eileen. You look a lot older than your Mother says you are; seventeen isn't it?" Matron enquired.

I noticed Matron cast an evaluating look up and down my Sister's body. Her gaze rested on Eileen's lovely sheer hosed legs framed below the micro mini, then she took a long casual once-over up the rest of her, coming to rest on Eileen's heavily made up baby blue eyes and flaming red hair.

"Yes, seventeen Matron," Eileen responded, casting her own long deliberate appraisal back at Matron.

Matron was wearing the same tight, dark blue, business suit skirt and white blouse set she wore yesterday, except today she also had on a matching navy jacket. Black high-heeled pumps and dark hose completed the ensemble. Her application of makeup again leaned to the heavy side, dark blue eyeshadow and plum red lips; her glossy red hair, styled in a bob in contrast to Eileen's long mane. 

'Two redheads to play with, hope they are both as fiery as their hair,' I thought smugly.

"Well sit children." Matron motioned towards two seats in front of her desk.

Matron came around the large desk and sat on the corner, her skirt riding up and displaying an ample thigh encased in smoky grey hosiery. I couldn't help but look, and Matron saw my glance and smiled smugly. 

"So what's so important about your Mom that you have to see me alone without her?" she came to the point.

"Well it's like this Matron, it’s a hard subject to talk about so I guess I'll just say it straight out. Mom is having sex with me," I blurted out.

Matron looked at me with disbelief and shock.

"I don't believe you, Jean, I mean your Mother couldn't possibly…….." she trailed off.

"Yes Matron, I can see what you're thinking about; yesterday afternoon, this office reeked of sex, I bet you could smell it," I countered.

"You handed me your pantyhose remember, you hinted that I had wanked in them, but I can tell by the look on your face you now realise that there was also the smell of pussy in here too," I added.

Matron now turned a deep crimson.

"Mike, I, er, the pantyhose, I didn't know. Oh my god…er; anyway we shouldn't talk about this in front of your Sister, and don't use those rude words" she stammered.

"Oh Eileen knows everything Matron, in fact Mom is having sex with her too, isn't she Sis?"

"Yes Matron, me too," Eileen responded quickly, smiling sweetly.

"But Mike, why, why, are you telling me about all this. It's terrible, it's illegal, it's disgusting!" Matron asserted.

"Well because after my Mom forced me to have sex with her in your office yesterday, you found me in a state of distress and the best you could do was try to seduce me yourself! Even after I asked you for help, the best you could do was try to take advantage of me!" I hissed at her.

"But Mike, that is such a blatant lie. You Know it is!" she pleaded.

"Well explain that to the police when I tell them that story, or maybe I'll just tell just the hospital management. Either way it'll be hard to explain how I came to have your pantyhose in my possession, which will undoubtably have your vaginal secretions and certainly my semen in them."

"I'm no expert, but I've seen enough cop shows to know how forensics work. And of course my Sister here will back me up at how distressed I was when arrived home yesterday, wont you Sis?" I smirked.

"Of course honey, I mean Brother of mine; of course I will," Eileen smirked right back.

"I don't believe this, why Mike? Why are you are you doing this to me?" Matron pleaded, tears forming in her eyes.

"Well Matron, its because I am now an expert in getting what I want, and well, I want some of this, you see," I whispered as I leaned forward and placed my hand on her thigh.

This was Eileen's cue; she rose out of her chair and sat close to Matron on the desk. She placed an arm around Matron's broad shoulders.

"And you see Matron, I'm here to see that Mike gets what he wants," she whispered into Matron's ear.

"What are you doing?" Matron begged of us.

"Well I'm taking you up on your offer Matron, you were right when you said, 'But I bet you are the sort of lad who would have more fun If I left them on,' I said as I slid my hand further up her thigh and under her skirt.

At the same time my Sister turned and reached out with her other hand and undid Matron's Jacket. Matron couldn't fight both of us off, but she tried to wriggle her legs and at the same time remove Eileen's hands, which were now unbuttoning her blouse.

"Now Matron," I said, "either cooperate or we tell our little story to the management or the police," I threatened.

Matron stopped wriggling and sat still, defeated.

My hand continued to explore under Matron's suit skirt, sliding up her nylons, then encountered a stocking top and garter.

"Oh yummy Matron, I've always dreamed of fucking an older women in stockings," I said stroking the plump flesh above her stocking tops.

I rose out of my chair and stood between Matron's, chubby, but shapely legs and commenced stroking them. I noticed now the smoky grey stockings had a black seam running up the back of them and I loved the feel of them, so sexy! I lifted Matrons skirt and looked underneath, slapping Matron's hand out of the way as she tried to stop me. She was wearing huge dark grey nylon panties, then I realised they were cami-knickers, silky nylon shorts with frilly lace around the legs and waistbands. I kept stroking Matrons stockinged leg with one hand and started stroking her panty crotch with the other. I felt Matron stiffen as my hand went to her nylon covered cunt. I heard Matron give a muffled grunt and looked up, taking my eyes away from her splayed stocking encased legs and knickered ass to see what was happening.

Eileen had been busy too; she had Matrons blouse open and her hand inside a matching grey nylon brassier, and was stroking Matron's tit. My sister started kissing Matron passionately; I could see her working her tongue. Matron was a big lady but still no match for Eileen who was holding her in place as she struggled.

I opened my fly and eased out my stiffening member. I rubbed it on Matron's smoky, nyloned thigh and felt again that exquisite feel of diaphanous nylon against my cockhead making it tingle with delight. A snails trail of pre-come glistened on her leg. Matron tried to struggle again and I held her legs tightly.

"Submit Matron, or you know what happens," I threatened yet again.

She relaxed again and gave a resigned shrug. Sis was smiling at me and said, "Look Mike, I think she's starting to like our attention."

Eileen had Matron's tits fully exposed and her large knobby nipples were long and engorged.

"Well I guess it's a matter of when rape is inevitable……….." Matron whispered.

"It is," I chuckled and recommenced dry humping her leg.

I worked my way forward between her legs and my cock came in contact with her stocking top. I rubbed it there whilst my hand slid down from under her cami-knickers to caress the expanse of flesh above her stocking. It was a very new and rewarding experience for me to play with legs encased in fully-fashioned stockings instead of pantyhose.

My sister was now kissing Matron in a series of long slow kisses and Matron was responding, not overtly but you could tell she was coming around and giving in to her sexual growing excitement. The sight of these two heavily made-up redheads kissing and fondling was exciting me further and I kneaded Matrons plump thighs harder and humped her stockinged leg with long slow strokes.

I moved my hand under Matrons cami-knickers and stroked the outside of her pussy. It was so hairy and felt huge, unlike the tight little slit my Sister has, and Mom's was also small compared to the puffy fat mound I was now stroking. I poked a finger inside the flabby outer cuntal lips and felt a warm moist cave, the inner lips nearly as large as her labia majora; Matron stiffened slightly and then relaxed, her legs opening further.




The Silken Family Trap Ch. 06



I eased two fingers inside her cunt and positioned my thumb over clit, it was hard and felt huge compared to my Mom's and Sister's; the inside of her hot wet cunt was loose and I eased my two remaining fingers inside her with no resistance. My cock was still humping at her leg and Sis was still kissing her and stroking her nipples; Matron had raised her hand and red nail polished fingers gently held my Sisters head and stroked her hair. The bitch was really hot for it now!

Eileen was now lying across the desk and leaning over Matron as she played with her tits and kissed her. She shifted position and crawled right on to the desk and straddled Matrons waist. This caused my Sister's skirt to ride up and expose her lovely pantyhosed thighs and pantied ass to me. With my free hand I started stroking my Sister's mound through the nylon of her hose and panty crotch, feeling the heat and wetness there.

She allowed me to do this for a minute or two and then reached back and her polished fingernail slit open the crotch of her pantyhose in a neat ripping sound. She spread the lacy opening of her open crotch panties, exposing her sex, and started to work her body up Matrons torso until her cunt was positioned over Matrons face. As my Sister slowly lowered herself I saw Matron's tongue reach out to meet the delicious cunt descending on her. The smell of hot cunt was tangible. 

I positioned my now rock hard cock against Matron's fat puffy cunt, I had opened the leg of her cami-knickers and had pulled my hand out of her cunt with an audible 'plop'. I pushed forward and it was like entering a hot buttery cave as Matrons labia opened and my cock slid effortlessly inside her. Matron's legs rose up and locked around me, I pulled off my shirt and dropped my pants so I could feel those silky grey seamed stockings against my body. Matron gripped me and commenced pulling and pushing my body back and forth in a slow rhythm as I fucked her.

The feel of Matron's cunt was so different to Mom's and Sis's. It was loose and wet instead of the tight little pussies I had become accustomed to. My cock loved the different sensations of the slack, hot folds of Matrons gaping maw. Her labia wrapped around the base of my cock as my crotch slammed into her. Matron was controlling our fucking, gripping me tight with her stockinged legs, forcing me to slow down my thrusting to long, slow, deep strokes.

Sis was now groaning and I could see she was pushing her cunt up and down on Matron's face, increasing the speed of her cuniligal face fuck. I could hear Matron's muffled groans and my Sister began to whimper.

"OOOOHHhhhhh! OOOhhhhhh!"

It was obvious Eileen was close to orgasm as she rocked harder and faster on Matron's face. Suddenly she arched her back and pressed herself down on Matron's face.

"Cooommmmminggg!!" Eileen moaned, pushing a hand into her mouth to stifled a scream.

Then Eileen fell forward, her body shuddering as the last of her climax shook her body. She rested like that recovering for a couple of minutes as I enjoyed the sight of her straddling Matron and coming down from her high. I tried to increase the intensity of my coupling with Matron. She would have nothing of it and continued to keep me locked in the vice grip of her big muscular legs, ensuring a slow steady rhythm.

My sister dismounted Matron's face as a rider would a horse and she rolled to one side panting, her skirt still hiked up and her long pantyhosed legs spread. Now I really wanted to increase my sexual pleasure and give Matron a hard fast fuck. I gripped her stockinged thighs, and using all my strength, I pulled Matron's legs apart. I eased back and my cock fell out of her plump pussy with a slapping sound. Matron started to panic until she felt me start to twist her body and realised I was trying to turn her over.

Matron assisted me and rolled over so she was face down on the desk. I pulled her back towards me until her heels found the floor so she was bent over the desk. She looked delicious, bent over in her high heels with her seamed stocking encased legs stretched taught. I ran a hand up her silken shanks and clutched the hem of her skirt, which had fallen back over her rotund ass. I pulled the hem up and tucked it into the waistband of her skirt, exposing her panty-encased ass-checks. I pulled her cami-knickers down around her ankles and pushed forward so that the crown of my glans was just inside her gaping maw, then I pushed forward with all my might.

My cock slid into her slick wet folds and her labia greedily wrapped around the base of my cock again as I entered her fully, my crotch slapping against her soft round white ass. I then grabbed hold of the garter straps that held up her stockings and used them as reins as I commenced a hard fast fuck, pounding in and out of her sloppy cunt.

"You naughty boy!" Matron whooped.

"You, naughty, naughty, naughty, boy!!!"

"Naughty am I Matron?" I howled, "I'll show you naughty!"

I commenced a frantic in and out fucking motion that was accompanied the sucking sounds of her pussy as I pounded into her. My balls and crotch were soaked and her thighs and ass glistened with her love juices. Then it happened! I pulled back too far and my cock fell out her, in my haste to slam it back into her, the head rammed into the slick membrane of skin that separates her cunt from her ass. The force of my thrust and the slippery juices forced my cock to move upwards and plunge into her ass. It took me a second to realise what had happened, but then I realised I was having my first anal sex experience. My cock was buried to the hilt in her warm tight chamber, there was a slight resistance to my thrusts and a tight pulsing and squeezing on my cock coming from the walls of her dark hole.

"AAAGGGHHhhh!" Matron moaned.

"You naughty boy!!" Matron screeched.

"You are a very, very, very, NAUGHTY BOY!!!" she screeched.

As I recommenced my hard and fast fucking motion, this time in Matron's ass, I realised the bitch was enjoying it.

"Take it Matron!" I whooped.

"Take it deep in your asshole!" I whooped again as I fucked in and out of her tight hole, her ass spasmed around my cock and I drove it deeper, and deeper as her fat ass wobbled and swayed under the anal attack.

"Oh you are a naughty boy Mikey!" she gasped, almost out of breath,

"I'm commmming" I hissed and pushed my pulsating hard cock deep inside her.

I felt my member drive in as far it would go and her ass muscles grip and spasm all around it. Her fat white ass was shoved flat against my crotch and her stocking legs were forced hard against the desk. My cock exploded a torrent of semen in long juddering jets and I felt the hot jism wash around the head of my penis which had created a dam in her ass tunnel. I pulled on the reins of her garters and moaned.

"OOOOOHHHHhhhhh!!!"

Matron was quivering against me, I couldn't believe she was coming; having an anal orgasm as I raped her.

We both slowly came back to earth from our shattering orgasms and Matron went limp, whimpering in the last throes of her climax. I eased back and my now deflating penis popped out of Matron's asshole; my semen began to mix with her cunt juices and ran down through the folds of her pussy and on to her smoky grey nylons, staining them with our combined come. She turned around and pulled herself upright off the desk, her heavy makeup ruined by the face fucking she had given my Sister and by the exertion of our frantic fuck. I could smell my Sisters cunt on her breath as she wrapped her arms around me and pulled my face to hers and gave a hard sloppy kiss, thrusting her tongue deep into my mouth. She pulled back and smiled at me.

"See! I knew you were the sort of lad who would have more fun if I left my nylons on," she said.



The Silken Family Trap Ch. 07



From Part VI

We both slowly came back to earth from our shattering orgasms and Matron went limp, whimpering in the last throes of her climax. I eased back and my now deflating penis popped out of Matron's asshole; my semen began to mix with her cunt juices and ran down through the folds of her pussy and on to her smoky grey nylons, staining them with our combined come. She turned around and pulled herself upright off the desk, her heavy makeup ruined by the face fucking she had given my Sister and by the exertion of our frantic fuck. I could smell my Sisters cunt on her breath as she wrapped her arms around me and pulled my face to hers and gave a hard sloppy kiss, thrusting her tongue deep into my mouth. She pulled back and smiled at me.

"See! I knew you were the sort of lad who would have more fun if I left my nylons on," she said.

Part VII

And so it was for the next six months. I engaged in all the nylon fetish sex I could possibly want. I had my Mom, my Sister, and Matron wrapped around my fingers. They enjoyed our sexcapades, sure, but beneath it all was the undercurrent of incest and forced sex; after all I had raped all of my now willing participants to begin with.

I had the company of my three nylon queens individually, Mom and Sis together, and occasionally all three of them together; and of course they always wore nice sexy outfits, often their respective uniforms, and always pantyhose or stockings and nylon panties; my fetish dominating our incestuous relationship.

Mom was at first quiet shocked when she found out Eileen and I had blackmailed Matron into our 'silken family trap', but quickly submitted to the new rules of my game. She eventually capitulated to a foursome when we invited Matron around home for dinner, followed by lashings of sex for desert. I had the pleasure of watching Mom and Matron sixty nine each other fully clothed, their heads buried under each other's skirts as they pleasured each other lying on the couch in the lounge whilst Sis stroked me off into a sheer stocking. I managed to fuck all three of them that night but was so tired I had to take the next day off school.

And then things took a strange turn that I never would have expected nor ever dreamed could happen.

It was a cool sunny winter afternoon when Mom came into the house excited.

"Look kids, we've been invited to fancy dress party by the girls on my shift at the Ward," she beamed.

"Not fucking likely!" I responded. "That sounds like girls fun to me."

"Oh come on Mike, it sounds like fun, it's a 'Whores and Pimps' night," she said.

"What's a 'Whores and Pimps' night?" Eileen asked.

"Well obviously the girls go to the party dressed as whores and the guys dress as pimps; you know the sort of thing," Mom explained.

"Well Mike, if me and Mom dress as whores, you know what that means don't you? Short skirts, high heels, sheer nylons, pretty panties, lots of slutty makeup, all the things you hate." Eileen teased.

"Now that you put it that way, it sounds like it could be fun, especially on the way home in the car after you girls have had all night to tease me, not to mention the other 'whores' who will be at the party. Ok, count me in," I said.

"Well its three o'clock now and we've to be there by seven, if you get showered and changed by five Mike, that leaves your Sister and I plenty of time to find suitable costumes and prepare ourselves for the evening. If you behave we might even give you something before we go," she winked.

"Well Mom, having an intimate knowledge of yours and Sis's wardrobe, neither of you will have problems dressing up as whores," I taunted.

"Hey!!!!!!" they both chimed in together; but it was too late I was of to my room to see what I could throw together for fancy dress.

'What the fuck does a pimp wear?' I wondered.

As I shaved, showered and dried myself off, I fantasised about the evening to come; lots of women and girls dressed up as whores. They were all bound to wear revealing clothing, miniskirts, hot pants, that sort of thing; and all whores wore nylons didn't they? I could hardly wait!

I wondered into the lounge room about six o'clock looking despondent. As a teenage lad I had no idea what a pimp wore and the best I could muster was a wrinkled suit that I had almost outgrown, and a cowboy hat.

Both the girls burst into laughter when I entered.

"Oh fuck Mike, you look like a dickhead," Eileen chortled.

"Hey, that's not fair. He looks like a kid who hasn't a clue how to dress," Mom laughed in time with my Sister.

"Oh cut it out you two. It's easy for you, your costumes are just the sort of thing you wear for me around the house anyway, and I must say you both look like eminently fuckable whores," I retorted.

Mom was wearing her shortest black leather miniskirt, a black low cut short sleeved blouse, matching black patent leather, six inch high heeled 'fuck me' pumps, and sheer black seamed stockings. Her reinforced stocking tops were easily visible at the hem of the miniskirt and they were clasped into bright red garter straps that disappeared under her skirt and led up to her garter belt. The crotch of her matching gauzy red nylon panties was just visible whenever she made the slightest move and her identical red bra was on display for all to see, pushing up her tits and hardly covered at all by her blouse. Her flaming red hair was worn frizzed and big, framing her heavily made-up face; lashings of black mascara, mauve eyeshadow, blushed cheeks and ruby red lips. The outfit was completed with a gold necklace, gold bangles on her wrists, gold teardrop earings dangling from her ears, and a matching anklet glittered on her sheer stocking encased ankle. She looked just like an eighties whore!

My Sister was wearing white skin tight nylon bustier, her lovely adolescent tits on display. She had squeezed into the tightest hotpants I have ever seen. The taut red lycra hotpants were moulded to her ass and emphasised her pubic mound; there was no visible panty line meaning that the glossy taupe pantyhose that glittered on her long legs was the only underwear she was wearing. The ensemble was completed with white platform shoes. She wore her red hair in a similar style to Mom; her makeup was also identical, although her selection of jewellery was gaudy and ornamental. The single exception being the gold ankle bracelet, identical to Mom's, sparkling on her gossamer encased ankle. She looked like a seventies whore!

I was enamoured with my pair of whores from decades past and could hardly wait to get my hands on them.

"Well come on Mike, cant you do better than that for a costume, look at the effort me and Mom have put in," Eileen complained.

"Leave him alone," Mom replied, "Let me look in you wardrobe Mike and see if we can't find some thing more pimp like shall we?"

Mom led the way to my room and I couldn't take my eyes of her ass and legs. Her pert buttocks, encased in her sheer red panties peeked below the hem of her skirt, and her legs looked so long, accentuated by the seamed nylons and high-heeled pumps. We rummaged around in my wardrobe and found nothing suitable for me to wear. Returning to the lounge we I sat down next to Eileen and Mom went to the kitchen and returned with drinks. Mom figured that as been as we were all fucking each other and breaking the incest taboo, what difference would a little under age drinking make? Mom handed me my favourite drink, a rum and coke.

"Well I do have one idea Mike," she said coyly, a cheeky grin on her face, "but I'm not sure you would be up for it?"

"What?" I asked.

"Well..........what if you come along as a whore too!" she exclaimed.

"FUCK OFF!" I responded immediately; but then Eileen piped straight in,

"Great idea Mom, I bet we can make him look a proper trollop; come on Mike it'll be fun."

"No fucking way!" I again replied, "You are not dressing me in drag!"

"Come on," the girls chimed together.

"Think of it this way Mike," Eileen said smugly, "You are always getting into our pantyhose and knickers, now it will be our chance to get into yours."

I thought back to the time a few months ago, before I had 'tamed' my Mom and Sis: 'Alone in my room I would enact my pantyhose fantasies. I would wear them, sniff them, and wank in them, all kinds of pantyhose perversion. I loved the sight, feel, and smell of nylons. I could get an erection just rubbing their silken material against my face, and could orgasm by just rubbing my cock against the silky fabric. Yes living with two ladies who wore pantyhose every day had its advantages'.

I had loved the feel of nylon on my legs and balls, and this would be one way to experience that lovely feeling again, and maybe I could enact my ultimate fantasy after the party; fucking a girl in nylons while I was wearing them too! Maybe I should go along with their harebrained scheme to please my own appetites. Besides, the drink was starting to kick in, I felt relaxed and uninhibited.

"Ok," I found myself saying, "you can dress me like a whore, but you girls are really going to have to put out to repay me for this little party trick."

"Oh you will get repaid Mike," Mom said, "you will get repaid."

Eileen bought me another rum and coke, "Here Mike," she offered, "drink up, we're going to a party remember?"

"Ok Sis, you bet, these drinks are great."

I was really starting to feel woozy as I gulped at the second drink, I can usually hold my liquor pretty well, even for a teenager, but this evening it was going straight to my head. I vaguely remember being led to the bathroom and the girls running me a bath. They gave me another drink while they ministered to me.

"I have already had a shower," I said, my voice sounding like it was coming from a long way off.

"Silly, we're shaving your legs Mike, you can't be a sexy whore with hairy legs," Mom laughed.

"Fuck off, you can't do that," I tried to get up, but it was no use; I fell back in the tub and started giggling. 

Eileen helped me drink my drink by holding it up to my mouth. The rest of the evening was blur. I can remember little episodes of clarity, the girls drying me, dressing me in lingerie, helping me into a skirt and blouse, Eileen holding my head still while Mom applied makeup and pulled a wig over my head, Eileen bending down and buckling shoes on my feet. Shoes that I couldn't stand up in when they finally got me to my feet. After that I don't remember a thing, the world became one big blur, then it was dark. 

Darkness...

SNAP!!! I felt this tremendous rush as I breathed in the fumes from under my nose. Mom was standing in front of me waving a phial of something in my face, the vapours of which instantly sobered me up, and made me wide awake.

I knew something was terribly wrong. I was standing but my arms were extended above my head, my wrists clamped into what could only be cuffs. The weight of my body was suspended from my wrists and I struggled to take my weight on my feet. Then I realised that my feet were in some kind of strange shoes that made it hard for me to get my balance. Then I remembered my sister strapping me into a pair of Mom's high-heels. I also realised that my legs were held apart about a metre and no matter what I tried I couldn't close them.

Mom moved away from me and I looked down and was shocked. On my feet was indeed a pair of Mom's black high-heeled open toe pumps. I could see that my toenails were painted bright red through the opaque reinforced toe seam of the fully-fashioned smoky grey nylon stockings I was wearing. (Similar to Matron's favourites I though somewhere in the recesses of my mind.) I remembered vaguely about volunteering to dress in drag for a party, that explained the shoes and stockings; but I couldn't understand why there was a metre long stainless steel bar clamped above each ankle with a leather cuff holding my legs apart.

My eyes continued looking up my body. About mid thigh began the hem a black miniskirt made of some silky material, my other senses were awakening now and I could feel the luxurious feeling of the nylon stockings on my legs. The hem of the skirt sent little electric shocks along my thighs as the material stroked against my stockings. I was wearing a pink nylon blouse that felt so light and sexy against my back and chest; but I noticed I had false breasts and felt what could only be a bra around me. I followed the sleeves of the blouse up and saw my wrists clamped securely in the cuffs, my fingernails were painted red and my hands had been shaved; they looked positively feminine.

Ok, I figured out that the girls had dressed me as a woman for the party as I had agreed to, but why was I in captivity? I noticed some other things too, I was obviously wearing nylon panties, as I could feel the sensuous material against my balls and cock, and snug against my ass cheeks. I could discern a silken garment tight against and just over my panties, a suspender belt; I realised as I sensed the silken garters extending to the tops of my thighs. I could feel the little clips of the garter snaps on my thighs where they were attached to my stockings.

Mom stepped in front of me and held up a large mirror. I looked at her confused but she just held the mirror up to me. I saw a tawdry whore looking back at me. She was quite attractive in a cheap fuckable way. Framed in a blonde bob, was a face that had been heavily made up complete with lashings of mascara, eye shadow, rouge and lipstick. I realised it was me!

Mom smiled at me as saw the realisation on my face.

"Mike, we've turned you into Michele. Don't you like her?"

"Why?" I asked. "Why am I handcuffed like this Mom."

"Well Mike, er Michele, I spiked your drinks, being a Nurse I can get all kinds of drugs you know. Then your Sister and I shaved you all over and dressed you just like you are now. We applied that makeup and wig and then strung you up. Finally we put that restraining bar between your legs."

"Of course even me and Eileen had to have help to drag you down here to the basement and truss you up; so Matron helped."

Matron stepped into my sight. She was dressed in a black full body corset and waist cincher, her tits pushed up and out. From the bodice of her waist cincher, suspenders ran down her legs to her favourite smoky grey fully-fashioned nylon stockings. She had on a pair of the highest heels I had ever seen; black of course. She too was heavily made up.

"Hi Michele," she smiled at me and winked.

"But why?" I pleaded again.

"Because Mike, you need to be taught a lesson. Although we enjoy having sex with you and each other, and really get off on your nylon fetish, you did rape us!"

"What?!?" I asked amazed.

"All of us Mike, you forced yourself on all of us to begin with. So now you are going to see and feel what it's like to have someone force themselves on you. We have turned you into a girl; and now we are going to rape you!" Mom said viciously, her heavily made up face angry but so sexy.

To be continued...



The Silken Family Trap Ch. 08



Part VIII - The Finale

From Part VII

"Of course even me and Eileen had to have help to drag you down here to the basement and truss you up; so Matron helped."

Matron stepped into my sight. She was dressed in a black full body corset and waist cincher; her tits pushed up and out. From the bodice of her waist cincher, suspenders ran down her legs to her favourite smoky grey fully-fashioned nylon stockings. She had on a pair of the highest heels I had ever seen; black of course. She too was heavily made up.

"Hi Michele," she smiled at me and winked.

"But why?" I pleaded again.

"Because Mike, you need to be taught a lesson. Although we enjoy having sex with you and each other, and really get off on your nylon fetish, you did rape us!"

"What?!?" I asked amazed.

"All of us Mike, you forced yourself on all of us to begin with. So now you are going to see and feel what it's like to have someone force themselves on you. We have turned you into a girl; and now we are going to rape you!" Mom said viciously, her heavily made up face angry but so sexy.

Part VIII

"Remember Mike, you forced yourself on me first," said my Sister Eileen. 

"You dry fucked me fully clothed after I caught you playing with Mom's pantyhosed legs while she slept."

My mind went back the that first fateful evening, I remember my Sister pleading as I lay on top of her:

"But I'm your sister Mike, I'm your sister!" 

"I know that. You are my cock teasing, slut sister, who lounges around the house showing off her assets just to tease me. If you suspected I had a pantyhose fetish, then you must have done all that on purpose!"

"But I'm still your sister, we can't," she sobbed. 

"Well I can," I said. 

I reached between us and hiked up her skirt all the way over her hips, I positioned my now rock hard cock between her silky nyloned legs and against the gusset of the nylon panties she wore under her pantyhose. Then I began to move slowly back and forth, pushing my cock against her gossamer encased pussy. She had given up the struggle and was quietly sobbing, her head was resting against mine.

"Don't Mike, please don't, I'm your sister," she whispered. 

"I don't care," I whispered back. "I have wanted to do this for so long, I don't care about the consequences." I whimpered and then gently kissed her. 

"And me Mike, you raped me too. I know that you will argue that I now love every second we spend in bed together, but the first time was Rape!" cried my Mother.

I remembered the first time I had taken Mom. She was setting me up to take me to some shrink because she had found out about Sis and me. It's true I forced myself on her; I remembered her eyes when I fucked her, so icy:

I released the hold on her hands and lifted her silken pantyhosed legs up and around me. Mom didn't fight; she hadn't said a word other than the grunt as I entered her. She was just like a rag doll. Tears streamed slowly down her face and her eyes were closed. I shucked off my shave coat all the way so that I was now fully naked and could feel the gauzy nylon of her pantyhose legs on my back and thighs. I pulled back my throbbing cock all the way and thrusted deeply into her, once, twice, three times. 

Each time I did, she grunted with the force of my thrusts. On the third thrust I pushed in as far as I could and rubbed my balls on her panty-ass and concentrated on the feel of her silken nylon legs against me. I exploded; torrents of semen seemed to explode out my cock. The pleasure was so intense that it was almost painful.

I shuddered and groaned for what seemed like an eternity as I filled my mother with my hot seed. Eventually I came down from the plateaux of ecstasy and opened my eyes. I found myself looking at my mother's icy blue eyes; they were devoid of emotion. She just stared up at me.

"And with me Mike; you even had your Sister, assist you into blackmailing me to having sex with you. Yes it's true that I had given you the 'come on' and would gladly have let you have what you took; but you did essentially rape me," quipped in Matron, the last of my three nyloned goddesses.

I remember that Matron had flirted with me and that was one reason I was determined to have her, but I did force myself on her to get my way; with Eileen's help as I remember it:

"I'm commmming" I hissed and pushed my pulsating hard cock deep inside her.

I felt my member drive in as far it would go and her ass muscles grip and spasm all around it. Her fat white ass was shoved flat against my crotch and her stocking legs were forced hard against the desk. My cock exploded a torrent of semen in long juddering jets and I felt the hot jism wash around the head of my penis which had created a dam in her ass tunnel. I pulled on the reins of her garters and moaned.

"OOOOOHHHHhhhhh!!!"

Matron was quivering against me, I couldn't believe she was coming; having an anal orgasm as I raped her.

I was smiling to myself as I remembered taking each of my girls, my Mother, my Sister, and finally, Matron; my Mother's boss. They had all been willing participants for the last few months, so why now was I handcuffed to the ceiling with a space bar between my legs.

"So what are you going to do then?" I asked, a little worried about my vulnerability.

Matron turned around now; up until now she had her back to me and was fiddling with something. As I had noticed before; she was dressed in a black full body corset and waist cincher, her tits pushed up and out. From the bodice of her waist cincher, suspenders ran down her legs to her favourite smoky grey fully-fashioned nylon stockings. She had on a pair of the highest heels I had ever seen; black of course. She was heavily made up. But, more importantly; she now had a huge rubber cock growing out of her crotch!

"Why Michele we are going to rape you of course!" she laughed.

"No, no, no! You keep that fucking thing away from me! You girls let me down and get me out of these women's clothes and makeup, right fucking now!!!" I screamed and struggled uselessly against my restraints.

"Or what Mike; you'll tell someone about this? The full story about how you have a raving fetish that has been your only excuse to commit incest with me and your Sister?" Mom hissed scornfully at me.

"Or that you not only forced me to perpetuate your incestual, nylon fetish games; but cajoled me into helping you rape the Matron!" spat my Sister Eileen.

"Oh no Mike, we made you into Michele, so now you can feel the same sense of helplessness that we felt when you initially forced yourself upon us. I'm sure you'll get to like it Michele, just like we did!" Matron finished.

"So now honey, as an old saying goes: 'when rape is inevitable, lay back and enjoy it!' Obviously some stupid MAN thought of that, but in this case it's apt I think; although you can't really lie down now can you?" taunted Matron laughing.

Matron reached for a tube of lubricant that was lying on the bench and commenced to liberally coat the monster black cock strapped to her pelvic area with the greasy liniment. My eyes shot open wide at the size of the rubber penis protruding from her loins. It had to be eight inches long and Matron was having problems getting one hand around its girth.

"Don't worry Michele, we'll provide you with foreplay so that you're nice and lubricated when it enters you." Mocked my Sister, pointing at Matron's huge false cock.

"Oh that's right; men don't get wet down there do they? Never mind well see if we can take your mind off the your forthcoming ravaging anyway," Eileen taunted me further.

With that, my Sister came right up to me, face to face, and put her arms around me. It felt strange being in women's clothing as she held me, but the feeling of the slinky skirt against my nyloned legs was arousing and the feel of my Sister's body pressed against me excited me even more. She looked into my eyes and whispered,

"God! You are quiet pretty Michele!" and mashed her lips against mine. My lipstick lips on hers provided a unique and wonderful taste and as she pushed her tongue into my mouth I felt my penis beginning to stir in my nylon panties.

Eileen continued to kiss me and rub her body against mine, her beasts rubbing against my false breasts and her nylon bustier rasped against my blouse, creating erotic sensations that I had never felt before. My Sister's hand dropped from the embrace and came to rest on my right knee. I felt her stroking me there through the diaphanous nylon stocking, then she slowly worked her hand up my leg. It was the strangest experience; my legs splayed and held in place by the chrome bar clasped to my ankles, and my Sister sliding her hand up under my skirt and along my stocking thigh. She was still kissing me deeply and the taste of lipstick was delicious in my mouth. My Sister ran her hand up the a garter strap, lingering to tickle the bare skin at the top of my thigh where the stocking ended, and then her hand slid slowly upwards and gently cupped my balls through the gauzy nylon of my panties. I began to thrust against her hand, enjoying the sensations of nylon against my cock.

She then removed her hand and placed it back on my shoulder, she pulled her face back a few inches and looked at me,

"Better stop that; we wouldn't want Michele coming before we are ready for her to come, hey Mom?" she said looking deeply into my eyes.

"No honey, not until we are all ready," I heard Mom's reply close by and to the left.

I looked over and she was right there close to Eileen, they looked so hot; my Sister in her tight nylon bustier, taut red Lycra hotpants, and glossy taupe pantyhose. My Mom dressed in her black leather miniskirt, low cut blouse, six inch 'fuck me' pumps, and sheer black seamed stockings. Eileen started kissing me again, pulling me to her against the strain of my hands cuffed high overhead. My wrists were starting to hurt but my Sister's sensual attack was taking my mind off the pain. I felt Eileen move slightly and opened my eyes to see what happening. Mom was on her knees beside me, and as I looked she commenced to stroke my spread legs. She ran her hands up and down my smoky grey stockings creating little electric shocks along my legs. I was looking at the black seams running down the back of her claves to her shiny black pumps when Sis commenced kissing me again in earnest.

Eileen's hands had now moved inside my blouse and she was stroking my false tis through my lacy bra. She also ran her hands all over my chest, which felt wonderful now that it was hairless. Mom's hands had worked their way under my dress and stroked my stocking thighs, then she too moved over the brief expanse of flesh between stocking and panty and lay her hands on my sex organs. As her right hand caressed my balls through the gauzy nylon of my panties, her other hand stroked my hardening member through the tight nylon panty material.

"Let me look," I mumbled into Eileen's mouth through our passionate kissing.

My Sister eased back slightly and looked herself at our Mother on her knees, dressed as whore whilst stroking this trussed up whore's legs and panty covered cock. As we both watched, her head went under my skirt and I felt the exquisite savour of my mother's hot lips and tongue on my erect member as she worked on it through my nylon panties.

Mom reached out and grabbed both sides of the hem of my skirt and in one quick movement, pushed it up around my waist. I looked down and saw my Mother between my legs which were encased in fully-fashioned smoky grey nylon stockings, I could see that my toenails were painted bright red through the opaque reinforced toe seam. On my feet, a pair of Mom's black high-heeled, open toe, pumps. My Mom was on her knees, close to the metre long stainless steel bar that held my legs apart. Her heavily made up face was buried between my thighs as she sucked my now fully erect penis through a pair of the flimsiest white nylon panties I had ever seen; the straps from a matching garter clung to my thighs and ran down to my stocking tops.

"See Michele; your Mommy loves you," my Sister whispered in my ear.

"And I love you too," she whispered again and pressed her face into mine to commence another passionate kissing session.

I felt my Mom ease aside my panties and take my penis between her lips and gently and slowly begin to suck it into her mouth as she slid her tongue around the sensitive glans. The feel of the sensuous clothes I was wearing, the nylon stockings, the panties, and the strange yet exotic taste of makeup as my Sister kissed my lipstick into my mouth was arousing beyond anything I had ever felt before. My Mother was now sucking me in earnest, she had tucked the front of my skirt into the top of the waistband and her hands ran crazily up and down my stocking legs. Every now and then she would grab the bar between my ankles and push her mouth hard up against my groin, taking my member deep in her throat. My Sister continued to passionately kiss me and run her hand over the outside and inside of blouse, caressing the sleek nylon against my chest. I was close coming.

Then as if by some prearranged signal (which I'm sure it was), my Mom grabbed my calves and locked my heels solidly on the floor. At the same time my Sister put her arms around me and held me as tight as she could as her mouth crushed against me and her tongue went wild in my mouth. I became briefly aware of a presence behind me and my skirt being lifted from the back. Then I feel my panties being pulled down and a fumbling, as a cold, rubber object is nestled between the bare cheeks of my arse.

My God! Its Matron; I had forget all about her.

With that Matron thrusts and I feel my back passage ripped apart as the rubber cock enters me. I squeal with pain as the hard prick fills me and I feel the worst pain I have ever felt. I am held by my Mom and Sister and can't move in any way, my Sister continues to kiss me as she whispers between the kisses,

"It's ok Michele, relax, take it!"

Then Matron whispers in my ear as well, I can feel her body against my back as she wriggles and thrusts, forcing her rubber strap-on cock into me.

"Shut up bitch! Now you know how it feels," as she commences thrusting in and out of me. 

On each forward thrust Matron's cock drives deeper into my ass. Because of the pain I have tears of mascara running down my cheeks but my cock remains hard as Mom continues to suck in rhythm with Matron's thrusting. My Sister continues to kiss and caress me as my Mother strokes my stocking legs running her hands in spidery waves up and down my calves and thighs.

I quickly realise that trying to squeeze Matron's cock out of my arse is only hurting me more. Matron is panting now and I can feel her hot breath on my neck. I force myself to relax the muscles in my arse, a strange thing happens; as the cock-head of Matron's hard rubber penis rubs against my prostate, I feel a warm tingle of pleasure. The please is amplified by the sweet lips of my Mother, who is gently sucking my cock now that she has realised I'm no longer struggling. My Sisters kisses are sweet and I respond and offer my tongue back to her and taste her luscious lipsticked mouth.

I start to get into the same motion as Matron, pushing back on her as she thrusts, pulling back away when she pulls back on the backstroke. Matron quickens her pace whilst at the same time Mommy sucks harder on my now pulsing penis. My Sister Eileen sucks my tongue deep into her mouth and pulls me hard against her, her breasts pushed hard against mine, Mom sucks my penis deep into her hot wet mouth and sucks hard and ravishes the glans of my penis with her tongue. Matron is fucking me hard and fast and then as she senses my climax, Matron drives her hard rubber cock deep in my arse and gyrates her hips.

My orgasm is so intense I think I might faint. My cock convulses in my Mother's mouth as streams of semen eject from my pulsing, turgid member; my arse spasms from the pressure of the hard cock stimulating my prostate; and my mouth tastes the sweet zest of my Sister's fragrant mouth. I love the feel of the silky clothing caressing my body, the sleek stockings on my legs, the sheer panties still clinging to my scrotal sac, the blouse gently nuzzling my chest and back. I push myself up on my tiptoes as my high heels rise inches off the ground as my climax drives me over the top.

I am spent, all resistance gone; I am entangled in a silken family trap!

THE END