Molesting mother on the bus

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My mother, who didn't often wear stockings when I was little, started wearing them regularly after switching careers to banking. Besides always wearing

sheer , she also started wearing them casually. In addition to black,

she sometimes wore sheer nude stockings, sometimes off-white, or iron gray/light gray stockings. The common

feature was that they were all ultra-thin, so her fair skin could be seen through them, creating

a subtly sexy effect. As I grew older, I often

got aroused by seeing my mother's beautiful legs in stockings, especially when her hips were encased in a tight skirt or short skirt, paired with various colors of

sheer stockings, which was even more exciting.

However, I'm the kind of person who's all lust and no guts. Aside from secretly touching her thighs and occasionally masturbating,

I didn't . The real world is different from pornographic comics and novels. It's not like touching a woman's butt

will make her want to have sex, or walking up to a woman with an erection will make her eyes widen and suck your penis. Back then

, despite my lustful desires, I still retained some common sense and rationality (although my common sense didn't include the impossibility of having sexual fantasies about my mother)

. I knew such things were impossible, and I barely dared to touch my mother's body or her stockinged legs .

I'd sneak a touch on her thigh while riding on the back of her motorcycle, put my arm around her waist, or press my genitals against her buttocks while sitting slightly behind her—that

was probably the limit of my groping. Therefore, my mother probably took these very

slight touches for granted; after all, some physical contact between mother and son wasn't considered excessive .

For a long time, I was satisfied with simply stealing my mother's discarded stockings to masturbate.

If I had the chance to sneak into her room and steal stockings to masturbate, even though I couldn't ejaculate inside her openly, it

was still very exciting.

This sneaky, lecherous behavior changed when I was in the second year of high school. At that time, I was starting

to enter puberty; my voice began to change, I grew a little taller (though still quite short), and I

started growing pubic hair. The main reason this happened was that my older sister's high school was a bit far from home, and

the daily commute was quite long, making it too tiring. Therefore, my parents enrolled her in

the school dormitory so she could live nearby and attend school, only returning home during holidays when she had more free time.

We didn't need to bring too much to the high school dormitory, but after packing clothes, a computer, and some miscellaneous items,

the trunk of my dad's car was still full, with some things still needing to be piled in the back seat. The day we helped my sister move her things

, our whole family pitched in (but my dad and I did most of the physical labor). My sister gets carsick in the back seat, so she sat in

the front passenger seat. After piling the things on the left side of the back seat, I sat down. However, there was no room

for my mom, so she had to squeeze in with me. We initially wanted to sit side-by-side, but it was

too . My mom adjusted her position, deciding it would be better if we sat front-to-back, since she was holding a map and needed to help with

directions. So she sat in front of me, but then realized there wasn't enough space, and ended up sitting on my lap.

That day, since Mom didn't have to carry much, she didn't wear comfortable pants. Instead, she wore

her favorite short skirt, paired with almost transparent, ultra-thin nude stockings. The thin layer against her legs made it seem

like she wasn't wearing any, but it added a hazy, slightly shimmering effect. Previously,

I was just a passenger on the back of Mom's motorcycle, but suddenly Mom was sitting on my lap. I was already used to getting an erection riding Mom's motorcycle, and this

time it was even harder. My penis was practically pressing against Mom's genitals through her skirt.

As the motorcycle moved forward and up and down, Mom would bounce slightly as it passed over gaps. Dad told me

to hold Mom properly. So I placed my hands on Mom's stockinged thighs from below, gently pressing down on her

legs.

I had never been so directly in contact with Mom's beautiful stockinged legs, and with my penis pressing directly against her lower body,

I was incredibly hard. The sensation from my hands was like an electric current, making my

heart race.

Mom seemed to feel my erect penis pressing hard against her buttocks, occasionally shifting her hips

to try and adjust her position. It ended up looking like her buttocks were massaging my penis, making it incredibly

stimulating . Mom was wearing a tight, short skirt that day, and after shifting a few times while sitting on me, the skirt

rode up completely above her buttocks. Mom tried to pull the skirt back up, but after a few attempts, she gave up

because it kept springing back up.

I was wearing very breathable shorts because it would be easier to help carry things. The already thin material

made my penis very noticeable against my mother's genitals. The excessive erection and the pressure made me

uncomfortable, so I slightly pulled down my shorts to adjust them. But instead of adjusting them, my entire penis

sprang out from under my underwear and the top of my shorts. Initially, only the tip was visible, but after a few bounces

, the whole thing was stretched out. Since my mother's skirt was already up to her buttocks, my penis was now

pressing directly against her vulva through her stockings and underwear.

Because of its shape, heat, and hardness, it was quite obvious, and my mother probably noticed that my erect

penis was almost directly against her vulva. I could feel my mother's body tense up,

and my hand gripping her stockinged legs felt her thighs clench tightly, as if she knew our genitals

were now incredibly close. I didn't mean to sexually harass my mother, but our current position and sitting posture

were really in a dangerous situation, especially since I had only recently started retracting my foreskin to expose my glans, which was extremely sensitive

. The entire glans was directly pressing against my mother's stockings, which was both sensitive and incredibly stimulating.

It was so stimulating that I felt overly excited with the bouncing of the car, and I gripped my mother's stockinged

thighs tightly, afraid to move. But even if I didn't move, the stimulation from my mother's stockinged buttocks was already too intense. My

penis rubbed against my mother's private parts through the transparent stockings, and a feeling of about to explode filled my groin. I

knew that if this continued, I would ejaculate, but I was powerless to resist. After a bounce through the hole,

I grabbed my mother's thighs, which were wearing skin-colored transparent stockings, and thrust from below, pressing my swollen glans

against the stockings of my mother's private parts, and violently ejaculated the most powerful semen of my life. With each

spasm, I could feel the semen continuously spraying outside my mother's genitals. She must

have sensed , because her whole body was tense and she quickly opened the car window on our side to let the smell of semen dissipate.

I was almost completely exhausted after ejaculating, and could only cling tightly to my mother's stockinged thighs.

Fortunately, the car was almost at its destination. My mother quickly pulled out some tissues from her bag and used them to cover her genitals,

preventing the semen from dripping down. She also gave me some to wipe my penis, then rushed out of the car to find a restroom

to deal with it. I also used my bag to cover my genitals and quickly went into the restroom to clean myself up. Because the semen was a

mess, wiping took a very long time. My mother even took off her sheer stockings, otherwise the

ejaculation would have been too obvious. My father and sister probably thought we needed to defecate, otherwise why would it take so long

? But at least they didn't notice anything had happened.

[The End]

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