MOM'S SHEER AND SILKY LACE PANTYHOSE
MOM’S SHEER AND SILKY LACE PANTYHOSE
This is my first story and it explains how I came to be “into” pantyhose.
My love for pantyhose was established around the ages of 13-14. It all began one day when I saw pantyhose on mom’s dresser. A kinky curiosity washed over me and I took a pair to my room and put them on. I figured mom would never miss them because there were so many. As I put the pantyhose on I began to pop a boner and I loved it. Once I finished putting her pantyhose on I lay on my bed and rubbed my hands over my legs, ass and cock as I enjoyed the feel of the silky nylon. I slipped my jeans on and wore the pantyhose for the remainder of the day. That night I wore them to bed. That one time did it for me and I became pantyhose obsessed. I wore the stolen pantyhose day after day.
Back then mom was four inches taller than me and weighed more than me so her pantyhose were an easy fit. Even today, her pantyhose still fit me because she is two inches taller and weighs about 10 pounds more than me.
During my teens, as well as today; mom wears pantyhose every. Once I became enamored with pantyhose it did not take long for me to notice that mom was throwing a lot of pantyhose in the trash. It wasn’t until I began wearing them that I became “pantyhose aware.” As a horny teen I liked knowing she threw her pantyhose away. I liked knowing that once I found the pantyhose they were mine. It excited me and gave me a sexy thrill. It was exciting to hunt for her pantyhose and as I rooted through the trash can in search of them my dick would bounce around in the pair I was wearing at the time. Mom wore pantyhose every day and so did I (hers!). In the beginning I was sure she never knew I was taking her pantyhose but now I’m less sure.
I should explain that mom throws a lot of pantyhose out because she gets a run in her pantyhose every time she wears them which is daily. She wears a brand new pair every day and it is ruined by the end of the day. YES! Every brand new pair of pantyhose is damaged the first time it is worn. I have never seen pantyhose drip drying in the house. There is no need to wash your pantyhose when you ruin them every day.
Mom doesn’t get runs due to wearing the wrong size or because she is fat (she’s not) but because she is extremely careless with her pantyhose. When she snags and runs her nylons it doesn’t faze her at all. When she returns to the house from dinner out, church, work, etc., she removes her shoes and walks on the ceramic and hardwood floors in her sheer pantyhose. The floors do not make runs in the feet of her pantyhose every time, but the pantyhose are always snagged. Ceramic tile, hardwood floors and pantyhose are not an ideal combination. Mom could care less though. She acts as if she is unaware that her pantyhose are being damaged.
Several times during my teens I witnessed her sitting in the living room or at the kitchen table when she would notice the hanging thread of a snag in a stocking of her pantyhose. Her pantyhose were often pristine except for the snag. Without hesitation she would break off the thread of the snag and take the chance that doing so would cause her pantyhose to run. Sometimes the pantyhose would run instantly and other times they would run a short time later. The times when they ran instantly she showed no reaction other than to watch the run race off in her pantyhose.
I often thought it interesting that she never tore her pantyhose apart when she removed them. I had this thought because after all she was and is completely ambivalent with her nylons so why did she not rip them off? Don’t get me wrong. I’m very happy that she didn’t. If she had, I would not have had pantyhose to wear and play with.
Many times I wanted to ask her why she was nonchalant about her pantyhose but I have not due to fear she would ask me questions. Dad’s attitude was and still is not as care free. More than a few times during my teen years I heard him say: “What the FUCK! your pantyhose go out the door faster than they come in here. You work to keep yourself in pantyhose.” Mom does work and her money is hers to do with as she pleases so dad hasn’t made it a major issue.
Mom has always worn just one brand and style of pantyhose which was called No Nonsense Almost Bare but has changed to Sheer & Silky Lace Panty. The pantyhose are sheer, silky and have a sexy lace panty top. She wears them in the black and beige shades.
My teen years were a wonderful time for me because I had the opportunity to wear and play with pantyhose all the time. Mom was unknowingly providing me with a never ending supply of pantyhose. Actually, she still is because when I go home to visit (I’m away at school) I know I can count on obtaining several pairs before I return to school.
Mom keeps a clean house but the top of her dresser is often cluttered. She has a habit of tossing her worn pantyhose on the dresser and letting them pile up before throwing them out. Her habit is extremely beneficial to me because when I come home there is always a pile of pantyhose on the dresser or in her chair. When I’m home she “organizes” her drawers and dresser top and that is when she throws the pantyhose out.
At the beginning of the COVID she tossed a large pile of pantyhose into the wastebasket in her room. Later, when she sat the wastebasket next to the kitchen can it was overflowing with black and beige nylons. I took it upon myself to take the kitchen garbage outside to be emptied into the big cans. Of course I picked up wastebasket too. Once I was outside I stuffed all the pantyhose into one pair and then took them to my room. I was out there for a while stuffing pair after pair into the one. Back in my room I counted 47 pairs!
As a teen I loved to wear her pantyhose all day under my jeans and then cum in them at night. Even though I knew I could count on another pair the next day I still wore each pair several times. I continue to wear them all day under my jeans at school as well as at home.
Yes, it has occurred to me more than once that mom is aware that I have a pantyhose fetish. If that is the case I would love it if she would just give me some of her new pantyhose. She buys pantyhose on-line once a month and her orders are for something like 40 pair at a time. It is a fact that she is going to ruin every pair so I think she should give me some beforehand because I can wear them many times before they run. I’d still want her worn pantyhose because its sexy having someone’s worn pantyhose to play with. The only conclusion I can draw is that perhaps she feels her pantyhose must be damaged before I can have them.
Another thing I noticed early on is that it was a somewhat rare occurrence for mom to come home with a run in her pantyhose. Maybe once a week she came home with a run which means she took care of her pantyhose when she was out of the house. I know when I was with her in public she never did anything to jeopardize her pantyhose. Even dad noticed and a few times he cracked “Well we are home now, how much longer before you have a run in your pantyhose?” Usually mom just rolled her eyes at him.
Watching mom be careless with a new pair of pantyhose every day was frustrating and erotic at the same time. On the one hand I loved that the pantyhose had been worn, stretched out and smelled faintly of her perfume. On the other hand, I often went weak in the knees from a feeling of despair as I watched her treat her sexy, silky pantyhose so carelessly.
When mom was wearing black pantyhose I always hoped she wouldn’t get anything more than a little run in the sole of her foot. Her pantyhose are very sheer, silky and sexy. Watching her snap the thread of a snag in her black Almost Bare pantyhose was torture. I’d hold my breath and hope the pantyhose wouldn’t run or if they did that it would be very thin. Those times when she broke the thread of a snag in the knee it always led to a run zipping under her skirt and up her thigh. Later, when I retrieved a pair of pantyhose she had run like that, I noticed that the run always went right up to the lace panty.
There have been many instances throughout the years where her pantyhose did not have a run in them as late as perhaps half an hour before she was getting ready for bed. The next thing I would notice is mom emerging from the bathroom or her bedroom. She’d walk through the kitchen or whatnot and I would see that her pantyhose suddenly had a run when minutes before they did not. I concluded she had to have deliberately popped her finger through the nylon. She never let a pair of pantyhose go undamaged.
I’ve always fantasized that she would have been willing to give me a few pairs of pantyhose but because I never asked her for any she came up with a “solution.” Ruining them meant they would be thrown out and if she knew I had a fetish for them then she had to know it was a safe bet that I would retrieve them from the trash. As a teen I wasn’t about to ask “Mom can I have some of your pantyhose?” but she could have left a few pair in my room and said something like “I left something in your room I believe you will like.”
I guess things will continue as they have for the past 6 years until I get up the nerve to say something to her.
This is my first story and it explains how I came to be “into” pantyhose.
My love for pantyhose was established around the ages of 13-14. It all began one day when I saw pantyhose on mom’s dresser. A kinky curiosity washed over me and I took a pair to my room and put them on. I figured mom would never miss them because there were so many. As I put the pantyhose on I began to pop a boner and I loved it. Once I finished putting her pantyhose on I lay on my bed and rubbed my hands over my legs, ass and cock as I enjoyed the feel of the silky nylon. I slipped my jeans on and wore the pantyhose for the remainder of the day. That night I wore them to bed. That one time did it for me and I became pantyhose obsessed. I wore the stolen pantyhose day after day.
Back then mom was four inches taller than me and weighed more than me so her pantyhose were an easy fit. Even today, her pantyhose still fit me because she is two inches taller and weighs about 10 pounds more than me.
During my teens, as well as today; mom wears pantyhose every. Once I became enamored with pantyhose it did not take long for me to notice that mom was throwing a lot of pantyhose in the trash. It wasn’t until I began wearing them that I became “pantyhose aware.” As a horny teen I liked knowing she threw her pantyhose away. I liked knowing that once I found the pantyhose they were mine. It excited me and gave me a sexy thrill. It was exciting to hunt for her pantyhose and as I rooted through the trash can in search of them my dick would bounce around in the pair I was wearing at the time. Mom wore pantyhose every day and so did I (hers!). In the beginning I was sure she never knew I was taking her pantyhose but now I’m less sure.
I should explain that mom throws a lot of pantyhose out because she gets a run in her pantyhose every time she wears them which is daily. She wears a brand new pair every day and it is ruined by the end of the day. YES! Every brand new pair of pantyhose is damaged the first time it is worn. I have never seen pantyhose drip drying in the house. There is no need to wash your pantyhose when you ruin them every day.
Mom doesn’t get runs due to wearing the wrong size or because she is fat (she’s not) but because she is extremely careless with her pantyhose. When she snags and runs her nylons it doesn’t faze her at all. When she returns to the house from dinner out, church, work, etc., she removes her shoes and walks on the ceramic and hardwood floors in her sheer pantyhose. The floors do not make runs in the feet of her pantyhose every time, but the pantyhose are always snagged. Ceramic tile, hardwood floors and pantyhose are not an ideal combination. Mom could care less though. She acts as if she is unaware that her pantyhose are being damaged.
Several times during my teens I witnessed her sitting in the living room or at the kitchen table when she would notice the hanging thread of a snag in a stocking of her pantyhose. Her pantyhose were often pristine except for the snag. Without hesitation she would break off the thread of the snag and take the chance that doing so would cause her pantyhose to run. Sometimes the pantyhose would run instantly and other times they would run a short time later. The times when they ran instantly she showed no reaction other than to watch the run race off in her pantyhose.
I often thought it interesting that she never tore her pantyhose apart when she removed them. I had this thought because after all she was and is completely ambivalent with her nylons so why did she not rip them off? Don’t get me wrong. I’m very happy that she didn’t. If she had, I would not have had pantyhose to wear and play with.
Many times I wanted to ask her why she was nonchalant about her pantyhose but I have not due to fear she would ask me questions. Dad’s attitude was and still is not as care free. More than a few times during my teen years I heard him say: “What the FUCK! your pantyhose go out the door faster than they come in here. You work to keep yourself in pantyhose.” Mom does work and her money is hers to do with as she pleases so dad hasn’t made it a major issue.
Mom has always worn just one brand and style of pantyhose which was called No Nonsense Almost Bare but has changed to Sheer & Silky Lace Panty. The pantyhose are sheer, silky and have a sexy lace panty top. She wears them in the black and beige shades.
My teen years were a wonderful time for me because I had the opportunity to wear and play with pantyhose all the time. Mom was unknowingly providing me with a never ending supply of pantyhose. Actually, she still is because when I go home to visit (I’m away at school) I know I can count on obtaining several pairs before I return to school.
Mom keeps a clean house but the top of her dresser is often cluttered. She has a habit of tossing her worn pantyhose on the dresser and letting them pile up before throwing them out. Her habit is extremely beneficial to me because when I come home there is always a pile of pantyhose on the dresser or in her chair. When I’m home she “organizes” her drawers and dresser top and that is when she throws the pantyhose out.
At the beginning of the COVID she tossed a large pile of pantyhose into the wastebasket in her room. Later, when she sat the wastebasket next to the kitchen can it was overflowing with black and beige nylons. I took it upon myself to take the kitchen garbage outside to be emptied into the big cans. Of course I picked up wastebasket too. Once I was outside I stuffed all the pantyhose into one pair and then took them to my room. I was out there for a while stuffing pair after pair into the one. Back in my room I counted 47 pairs!
As a teen I loved to wear her pantyhose all day under my jeans and then cum in them at night. Even though I knew I could count on another pair the next day I still wore each pair several times. I continue to wear them all day under my jeans at school as well as at home.
Yes, it has occurred to me more than once that mom is aware that I have a pantyhose fetish. If that is the case I would love it if she would just give me some of her new pantyhose. She buys pantyhose on-line once a month and her orders are for something like 40 pair at a time. It is a fact that she is going to ruin every pair so I think she should give me some beforehand because I can wear them many times before they run. I’d still want her worn pantyhose because its sexy having someone’s worn pantyhose to play with. The only conclusion I can draw is that perhaps she feels her pantyhose must be damaged before I can have them.
Another thing I noticed early on is that it was a somewhat rare occurrence for mom to come home with a run in her pantyhose. Maybe once a week she came home with a run which means she took care of her pantyhose when she was out of the house. I know when I was with her in public she never did anything to jeopardize her pantyhose. Even dad noticed and a few times he cracked “Well we are home now, how much longer before you have a run in your pantyhose?” Usually mom just rolled her eyes at him.
Watching mom be careless with a new pair of pantyhose every day was frustrating and erotic at the same time. On the one hand I loved that the pantyhose had been worn, stretched out and smelled faintly of her perfume. On the other hand, I often went weak in the knees from a feeling of despair as I watched her treat her sexy, silky pantyhose so carelessly.
When mom was wearing black pantyhose I always hoped she wouldn’t get anything more than a little run in the sole of her foot. Her pantyhose are very sheer, silky and sexy. Watching her snap the thread of a snag in her black Almost Bare pantyhose was torture. I’d hold my breath and hope the pantyhose wouldn’t run or if they did that it would be very thin. Those times when she broke the thread of a snag in the knee it always led to a run zipping under her skirt and up her thigh. Later, when I retrieved a pair of pantyhose she had run like that, I noticed that the run always went right up to the lace panty.
There have been many instances throughout the years where her pantyhose did not have a run in them as late as perhaps half an hour before she was getting ready for bed. The next thing I would notice is mom emerging from the bathroom or her bedroom. She’d walk through the kitchen or whatnot and I would see that her pantyhose suddenly had a run when minutes before they did not. I concluded she had to have deliberately popped her finger through the nylon. She never let a pair of pantyhose go undamaged.
I’ve always fantasized that she would have been willing to give me a few pairs of pantyhose but because I never asked her for any she came up with a “solution.” Ruining them meant they would be thrown out and if she knew I had a fetish for them then she had to know it was a safe bet that I would retrieve them from the trash. As a teen I wasn’t about to ask “Mom can I have some of your pantyhose?” but she could have left a few pair in my room and said something like “I left something in your room I believe you will like.”
I guess things will continue as they have for the past 6 years until I get up the nerve to say something to her.
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