My mother used to be a foot fetishist.

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Chapter 1

In the room, the boy stood naked on the floor at the foot of the bed, thrusting his hips back and forth, drenched in sweat, moaning incessantly. "Ah,
almost there, it feels so good, ah! That's it, don't move your legs anymore, just grip my cock like that, let me do it. Oh, god, these stockings feel so
good skin." A middle-aged woman lay on the bed, wearing a black and white striped dress, her voluptuous figure swaying back and forth with the boy's movements.
The dress was pulled up to her waist, fully exposing her lower body.

Her fleshy genitals were encased in sheer, deep flesh-colored stockings, the thin stockings clinging to her thighs, making the boy's blood boil. Beneath the flesh-colored stockings, a
tight white lace thong hung from her buttocks; except for a small, almost transparent lace detail at the front, the straps were deeply embedded in her
buttocks. The boy stared intently at the mature woman's pubic hair through the sheer lace and flesh-colored pantyhose. The woman seemed used to the boy's gaze; she
raised her stockinged legs, her feet together, and the boy gripped her insteps, his engorged penis thrusting from her stockinged toes to her heels,
the glans rubbing against her soft, fleshy soles. With the boy's moans, the soles of her stockinged feet gradually became soaked with the fluid from his penis, making the dark
flesh-colored stockings seem almost transparent, intensifying the boy's pleasure.

The boy stared at the woman's sexy, stockinged genitals; the wanton flesh displayed a voluptuousness and allure unique to her age. The woman's stockinged feet were
the source of his fatal pleasure. "Ah, I can't take it anymore! How can it feel so good? Is it because of the stockings? I can't hold back anymore, I'm about to ejaculate!" The boy's body
trembled slightly, his hands gripping the mature woman's silk-stockinged feet tightly, quickening his movements with a "swish swish swish" as his penis continued to thrust in and out between the woman's silk-stockinged feet. The mature woman sensed
the boy 's reaction and knew he was about to ejaculate. She laughed, "Hehe, why are you so excited this time? You've almost worn through your stockings. I know you like these stockings. Do
you want to stop for a bit and change into some other stockings?" At that moment, the boy felt his semen was about to reach his urethra. He didn't care about stopping to change stockings anymore.
After thrusting once more between the mature woman's stockinged feet, he quickly pulled out his penis, gripped the shaft with his right hand, and pressed the urethra against the sole of the mature woman's right foot. His ejaculation gate opened wide. "Ah, I'm coming
!" A torrent of semen shot straight into the mature woman's stockinged feet. One thrust, two thrusts, there was so much thick semen that it flowed down the sole of the mature woman's stockinged feet. The mature woman felt it
and quickly stretched her left foot under her right heel. The semen then flowed down her right foot onto the instep of her left stockinged foot. In this way, the sole of her right foot and the instep of her left foot were covered with the boy's
hot semen. White semen covered the mature woman's flesh-colored silk-stockinged feet, slowly dripping down the stockings, a scene of utter lewdness.

The boy, panting heavily from ejaculation due to intense pleasure, continued to rub his feet together, spreading the semen along the soles and insteps until it
was no longer visible as white, while the stockings, soaked with semen, became even more transparent. Having done all this, the mature woman lowered her feet, seemingly satisfied, slipped on a pair of brown
high heels, and left the room. That boy was me; the elders called me Xiaowen. My family was originally a traditional one, but perhaps it was fate, or perhaps it was
a twist of fate, but my mother and I experienced a dramatic change in our lives. What happened? It all started two years ago, when I was 11 years old and my mother was 43
.

Chapter Two

To be honest, my mother looks like an ordinary middle-aged woman named Chen Ping. Unlike many mothers in novels who, despite being middle-aged, still
maintain the toned figure of someone in their twenties and show no signs of aging, she looks like an ordinary-looking middle-aged woman, about 1.65 meters
tall.

I remember looking at photos of my mother when she was young; her figure was quite curvaceous. But after I was born and she entered middle age, her figure became increasingly voluptuous. Her slender
waist is gone, and her former curves are gone; all she has now is a body of alluring mature flesh. (Some of you might ask what's so
interesting about such a woman as the protagonist of this article. Don't forget that the theme of this article is stockings and mature women. This article is written for lovers of mature women and stockings. Others may have already closed the webpage, but
many fellow enthusiasts may have just begun to get aroused.) Yes, my mother, like many other mothers of fellow enthusiasts, is just an ordinary middle-aged woman.
Whether her breasts are still firm and elastic, I didn't know at the time, but there was one thing I could see, the driving force behind my erection: my mother's sexy, stocking-clad legs.
My mother's legs were never short and were straight; by today's standards, they would definitely be considered beautiful. However, after she gained weight in middle age, her legs became fuller, especially
her thighs, which were incredibly fleshy, rounded, and full without being bulky. Her long, fleshy thighs, combined with her equally long and full calves, made her, in my opinion, the epitome of sexy legs.
Many people admire the long, slender legs of young girls, but I think my mother's fleshy legs are the sexiest—a unique sexiness found only in mature, middle-aged women.

Although she's older, my mother still loves to look good. She loved wearing skirts when she was younger, and knowing that her legs had become fuller and her skin wasn't as youthful as a young
girl's, she especially loved pairing them with two deadly sexy accessories:

stockings and high heels. Wearing high heels elongated her already long calves, giving her fleshy legs perfect lines. The slender heels led up to
her firm, full calves, and then up to her fleshy, rounded thighs. A good description of my mother's legs is that they are long and fleshy. Mom then wrapped her fleshy legs
in stockings, the mature flesh seemingly about to burst forth through the thin fabric. Especially around the upper thighs, where the stockings were stretched taut due to their fullness, they appeared
even more transparent. The stockings perfectly concealed any imperfections on her feet, the smooth, transparent fabric enhancing her mature allure. Mom knew she was no longer
at the age where everything looked good on her, so the older she got, the more she liked wearing stockings and high heels, wearing them almost whenever she had the chance after forty.

Because of her full thighs, stockings easily slipped down, so Mom's stockings were all pantyhose, in various thicknesses—ultra-thin, thin, velvet
. Since black stockings would be too conspicuous, Mom's stockings were mainly various shades of flesh, coffee, and gray, but they all shared the characteristic of appearing very transparent on
her legs. As a child, I was fortunate enough to witness my mother putting on stockings. Watching the thin stockings slowly cover her calves, thighs, and
buttocks, revealing her genitals completely, her flesh glistening with a sensual glow through the stockings. From a young age, I had a strange feeling about my mother's stockings;
seeing her in them would give me a subtle excitement, but never an overreaction. Back then, I didn't know it was primal sexual desire; I thought it was simply because my mother was beautiful.
So my mother treated me like a little devil and would never think of it that way. If I saw the same scene now, haha, I'd pounce on her and rub my penis against her
stockinged legs until I ejaculated all over them. Of course, that's a story for later, but back then I was so innocent.

My mother started working at 18 in a state-owned machinery factory, doing general administrative work. My father also used to work there, but later, with some friends, he went elsewhere...
Things developed. Considering the need to care for the family, Mom continued working at the factory, seeking stability rather than a high income. Dad's business wasn't huge, but it
ensured our family lived comfortably. However, one day, a man named Dad told Mom: "I'm pregnant with your man's child. You two should get a divorce." This was a devastating blow to Mom. I remember her crying and clinging to Dad, asking, "
Why are you doing this? What have I done to upset you?" Dad was silent for a long time before finally replying, "She's younger than you." Mom was completely devastated.
After the divorce, I lived with Mom. Dad left behind some money and the house with an unfinished mortgage. During that time, my mother was truly devastated, but life had to go on, and she
still had me to support, so she gradually regained her composure, but it was only a temporary calm.

Due to the overdevelopment of the machinery industry and the influx of private capital into the market, this once highly sought-after sector became increasingly unprofitable. The machinery factory's efficiency
declined significantly , and they began to reduce staff and increase efficiency. The management, considering that my mother and I were both long-term employees, didn't lay her off, but our income was also much lower,
and my mother and I began to struggle financially. Although my mother still went to work every day, she would secretly sigh when she came home, and I noticed all of this.

One day, my mother came home from work and told me: "Young people these days really have strange ideas!" I quickly asked: "

Mom, what's wrong?" "Just now after work, I felt like someone was following me. In the hallway, a young man suddenly walked up to me and asked: 'Excuse me, ma'am,
can I do you a favor?'" My mother asked: "What is it?

" The young man stammered, his face turning red, and said: "Ma'am, I think your stockings are very pretty. I'll give you 100 yuan, could you... could you
take them off and sell them to me?" "Mom found it very strange: "You want to buy my stockings? They're sold everywhere in supermarkets, just go and buy them.
These are already dirty, what do you want them for? Besides, I'm not going to take them off for you." The young man didn't give up and said: "Really, sister, I just think yours are
really nice, I want yours. It's okay if they're dirty, you can wash them." "But Mom still found the young man's request very strange and
refused . Seeing that Mom was determined not to sell, the young man left dejectedly. I looked at the light brown stockings on Mom's legs; although they were indeed very alluring, I also
found them strange, because I didn't know what use worn stockings were.

Back then, how could we know that there were such things in the world?" The strong scent of feet emanating from Mom's stockings, the same stockings she'd taken off her fleshy legs, was the mature, sensual smell of a middle-aged woman. As he pulled
the toe of the stocking onto his engorged penis, he took a deep breath of his mother's original stockings—the scent was the best Viagra in the world. He began to masturbate, fantasizing that his mother's stockinged feet
were rubbing his penis against them, from the toes of the stockings down the soft, fleshy soles to the heels, the semen from his penis dripping onto the soles of her
stockinged feet , seeping through the stockings and sticking to her mature, sensual feet. It was as if his mother was truly using her full, stockinged, mature feet... Satisfying the thirsty boy! Ah, Auntie, your stockings
are so smooth! Auntie, don't stop, keep rubbing my penis with your feet! My little brother loves Auntie's silk-stockinged feet, so soft and hard! Yes, I can't take it anymore!
Auntie, I'm going to ejaculate all my semen onto your silk-stockinged feet! A moment later, the boy ejaculated while trembling, his hot semen soaking through his mother's thin, used stockings,
fantasizing about his semen flowing onto his mother's silk-stockinged feet. Later, whenever I thought of this scene, and how my mother's used stockings could bring unparalleled satisfaction to boys my age,
my penis would also become erect. 　　Chapter

Three

Mom still wears stockings to work every day, and doesn't rush to take them off when she gets home. My eyes follow her stockinged legs back and forth. While she's cooking, I
compliment her, "Mom, your legs are so beautiful! Those thin stockings you're wearing are so transparent!" Mom laughs and says, "Silly child, these are stockings,
specially for women." "Oh, I've seen other aunties on the street wearing stockings, but none of them look as good as Mom." "Mom's
old and , what's there to look at? Dad didn't want Mom because she's old. Wait until you grow up and have a daughter..." "Friend, you won't
even ." "How could that be? Mom isn't old, Mom is so beautiful! I don't want a girlfriend, I only want Mom." "Haha, you little rascal, you're all talk now
. Let's see how you try to back out later." Mom said this, but her heart was warm. She thought that there were still men in this world who appreciated her.
Only she could make up for the huge damage the divorce had done to
her son. It seemed that her son liked her wearing stockings the most. She would try her best to fulfill this little wish of her son. At least her stockings could be a beautiful childhood memory for her son. Mom thought this way. So every day, Mom tried her best to expose her stockinged legs to my gaze, to show off her beauty
as much as possible . And at this time, my reward for seeing such a sensual scene every day was to sincerely praise Mom. But the arrival of someone
changed both Mom and me.

As the days became more and more urgent, the pressure on Mom's heart also increased, but she tried her best not to show it in front of me. It was a day in early summer.
Mom were about to have dinner when the doorbell rang. Mom opened the door and saw Tian Li, a former colleague from the factory. Tian Li is a few years older than my mother
. She was laid off during the previous downsizing and efficiency improvements and went into business on her own, though what kind of business she did is unknown. Upon seeing me, my mother hurriedly said, "Sister Wang, long time no see! Come in quickly, Xiao Wen
, say hello to Aunt Tian." I quickly replied, "Hello
, Aunt Tian." Tian Li smiled and came into the house, saying to me, "Xiao Wen is so good, you've grown so much in just a short time." I responded politely, but my eyes couldn't help but linger on Aunt Tian's lower body. It turned out that Tian Li was shorter than my mother and a bit chubby, with fleshy legs, though not the
uniformly thick, elephant-like legs of some parts. They were rather well-proportioned, with varying thicknesses, but still quite different from my mother's sexy, fleshy legs. Even so, Aunt Tian was
wearing ultra-thin black stockings that peeked through her fleshy legs, revealing a hint of flesh. From a distance, they looked like dark brown stockings. She wore low-cut black high heels.
These two sexy weapons on Aunt Tian's ample lower body made it impossible for me not to look. I thought to myself, "Aunt Tian is over forty, how can she dress so
seductively "

Aunt Tian then sat down on the sofa. Goodness, her already short skirt suddenly rode up quite a bit, revealing her entire black-stockinged thighs
. Her thighs and buttocks were pressed against the sofa, making the stockings even tighter, almost turning the black stockings into flesh-colored stockings. Aside from my mother's stockings
, I had never seen any other woman's stockings and body before. At the time, I didn't know this was sexual arousal; I just stared intently at Aunt Tian's black-stockinged lower body. Fortunately, Aunt Tian...
My aunt didn't know I was staring at her black-stockinged legs. Perhaps she mistook me for a child and didn't take it seriously, so she was completely unguarded and slightly parted her legs. This time, I
could see Aunt Tian's genitals directly. She was wearing black panties over her black stockings, which seemed very small, tightly constricting her genitals and stretching them
into a line, deeply embedded in her vulva. Of course, at the time, I didn't know what was happening; I was completely ignorant of female anatomy. It was purely primal instinct
that made me secretly peek at Aunt Tian's genitals.

However, I also noticed that Aunt Tian's stockings were different from the ones my mother usually wore. They didn't have the thicker crotch; there was only a
darker black vertical stripe running down the middle of the leg, which looked strangely exciting. Later, I learned that these were ultra-thin thong pantyhose, which became my favorite. Seeing them,
I wondered what my mother would look like wearing these stockings? Would she be even more beautiful?

After Aunt Tian sat down and exchanged a few pleasantries, she said to me, "Xiao Wen, your mother and I are going to talk for a while. Be good and go back to your room to do your homework. Aunt Tian will check it
later , and if you don't behave, I'll tell your teacher." My mother laughed and said, "Xiao Wen, go in and do your homework. I'll call you for dinner later." My
mind was completely focused on Aunt Tian's black stockings and genitals. I just wanted to look at them as much as I could, but I felt embarrassed after what my mother and Aunt Tian said, so I could only say, "Okay, I'll
go in then." When I got back to my room, I secretly opened the door a crack, my eyes fixed on Aunt Tian's crotch. When Aunt Tian saw me come in, she relaxed even more and simply spread her legs
completely. Now, Aunt Tian's genitals, covered by ultra-thin thong stockings, were completely exposed. I stared intently, feeling an indescribable
urge.

At this moment, Aunt Tian spoke up: "Xiao Chen, how have things been with your son lately?" The mother replied: "It's alright, life goes on." "You, it's really not
easy, divorced in your forties and raising a child alone, it's heartbreaking for us older sisters to even think about it!" Aunt Tian sighed, and the mother quickly responded
: "Sister Tian, what are you thinking? Look at me, I'm doing just fine, Xiao Wen is very sensible, I, as his mother, don't have to worry so much, it's really not as
hard as you think." "You don't need to say these things, I know the factory isn't doing well now, the wages aren't as good as before, right?" The mother fell silent, and Aunt Tian, seeing that the mother
was silent, said: "See, I knew it, and you said you were doing fine." "Mom sighed and said, "Yes, what can Sister Tian do?

I don't have much education. I've been working in the factory since I was 18. I really don't know anything if I leave. I can only take it one step at a time." Aunt Tian said, "
You, I've always treated you like a younger sister since you started working in the factory. I thought you were honest and reliable back then. Now, decades later, you're still the same. I don't
know ." "Sister Tian, let's not talk about the past. This is how my life is. I've come to terms with it. As long as Xiaowen is doing well,
I don't care about anything else." "But how can Xiaowen be doing well in your current state?" Aunt Tian asked back. Mom was speechless for a moment.
Seeing my mother's embarrassed look,
canAunt Tian I, as her older sister, see you like this? Wouldn't you like to earn an extra two thousand yuan a month with almost no effort?

" My mother was startled and quickly asked, "Sister Tian, what kind of effortless way to earn money? Oh, Sister Tian, you're not suggesting I do *that* kind of thing, are you?"
Aunt Tian immediately interrupted her, " 　　What are you thinking? Would I let my sister become a prostitute? Besides, how could a prostitute earn so little?" My mother breathed a sigh of
relief: "That's good. Tell me what you'd like." I thought maybe my mother had only thought that because Aunt Tian was dressed so provocatively. I had initially thought she wanted my mother to become a prostitute. Aunt Tian paused, "Xiao Chen, do you know what...?" "To put it bluntly, it's wearing unwashed stockings." "Oh, I see. But what does that have to do with making money?" "You honestly wouldn't know, but after I left the factory recently, I discovered a way to make money. These days, a lot of men like women's worn stockings, especially unwashed ones, and they're even paying for them." Aunt Tian's words made Mom suddenly realize, "No wonder! A while ago, when I was coming home from work, a young man came up to me and said he wanted to buy the stockings I was wearing. I thought it was strange so I didn't buy them for him. So that's what it is!" "See, you've encountered this before, haven't you?" "So this isn't surprising at all." "But stockings are worn, they're so dirty! What would they do with them? 　　Give them to their girlfriends? How could that be?" Mom asked. Aunt Tian lowered her voice and replied, "You really don't know what they'd do with them? What else could they do? Smell them , lick them, masturbate!" "Ugh!" Mom exclaimed, "That's disgusting, so dirty! You're asking me to sell my worn stockings to these people so they can masturbate? Just thinking about it makes me sick. I can't agree to that." I was confused. Stockings can be smelled? And what does masturbation mean? At this point, Aunt Tian said anxiously, "You really are honest, so you didn't even know your husband was having an affair. Why do you care so much? It's not like you're doing anything shameful. It's perfectly normal for women to wear stockings. What does it have to do with you if those men use your stockings for those things? You can't see or hear it. What law have you broken?" "But I feel uneasy." "What's uneasy about it? It's like someone else is paying for your stockings. You like wearing stockings ? 　　Now you don't even have to wash them. It's a win-win situation. I only came to you because of my sister's kindness. Where else ?" Mom hesitated slightly: "How much can I earn?" "Not many. Generally speaking, the prettier the legs and the stronger the smell of the stockings, the more money they fetch . Stockings worn for one or two days usually sell for around 60 or 70 yuan. If a buyer particularly likes the smell of your stockings, the price will be even higher. In other words, the longer the stockings are worn and the stronger the smell, the more valuable they are." "Oh, I see. People actually like smelly stockings these days. But Sister Tian, I still can't quite accept it." "Well, to be honest, you're not the first person I've contacted. Li Juan, Wang Fang, and Shen Li from our department are all doing this for me now. They give me their worn stockings every day . I'm basically just a middleman, responsible for buying them and then supplying them to customers." Mom didn't say anything. I knew she was hesitant. 　　"Little Chen, it's really nothing, it's a small matter. You just sold me the stockings you wear every day, it's that simple. I wouldn't hurt you. Look at these black pantyhose I'm wearing now, a buyer ordered them and offered me 150 yuan to wear them for two days. I'm so old, I don't feel embarrassed It's just wearing stockings, it's a good thing that men still care about me at my age." "So, besides wearing stockings, is there anything else you need to do?" "Oh, Jian..."

Let me tell you, I'll create a QQ account for you later. You have a camera at home, right? Take pictures of every pair of stockings you wear and put them online. Buyers will
see them and buy from me based on their preferences. Or, if a buyer asks you to wear a certain type of stockings, you can wear them if you think it's okay, but if not, you can't agree. Also
, you should take a few pictures of yourself wearing the stockings that the buyers buy to show that they are genuine, unfake stockings. This way, people will believe you, and your business will be better. After listening, Mom remained silent
for a while before saying, "Sister Tian, are you telling the truth?" "Xiao Chen, if you keep saying that, I'll get upset!" "Okay, I'll try it first." "
Hehe , Xiao Chen, don't worry about it. Earning more money isn't illegal, so what's wrong with that? Now, take off these panties you're wearing." "These?
I've been wearing them for two days and I was going to wash them today!" "Didn't I say you don't need to wash them? Take them off and I'll take them with me." After hearing this, Mom stood up, pulled her skirt up
to her waist, and pulled down the top of the stockings with both hands, gradually taking off the ultra-thin coffee-colored pantyhose, revealing her white, mature flesh. Indeed, without the stockings, Mom seemed like
just an ordinary mature woman.

Aunt Tian took the stockings and smelled them: "The smell isn't too strong. Try to make your feet smell stronger next time so the stockings will have a stronger scent and fetch a better price. Actually
, one of my customers saw these stockings yesterday. He said he saw a middle-aged woman with full legs wearing flesh-colored stockings, but upon closer inspection, they
were actually brown. Because of her full legs, the stockings looked lighter in color, incredibly sexy. He even took a picture and asked if I could get them. When I looked, I realized it was you, so I
came to your door to buy them. Here, take this hundred yuan; it's for these stockings." "Buy more stockings next time, I'll contact you again later, bye!"
After saying that, Aunt Tian stood up and said goodbye to my mother. My mother quickly called out to me, "Xiao Wen, Aunt Tian is leaving, come out and see her off." I immediately pretended to have just
come said to Aunt Tian, "Aunt Tian, take care, come again next time." After saying that, I didn't forget to stare at Aunt Tian's
black stockinged legs again. Aunt Tian smiled and said, "Xiao Wen is so good, Aunt Tian will reward you well next time. Xiao Chen, don't see me off, bye." "Hey, Sister Tian, take care." After closing the door, my mother breathed a sigh of relief and
said ,

"Come and prepare dinner." My mother did not realize that I had heard their conversation, and I also noticed that she had
taken off her ultra-thin coffee stockings and was walking around the house barefoot, but my mother did not notice my strange look at her bare legs. During dinner, I asked, "
What did Aunt Tian say to Mom just now?" "Oh, nothing much, just chatting about everyday things and catching up. We've worked together for so many years, so we're quite close." "Oh." It seemed Mom
didn't want to tell me about her deal with Aunt Tian, which was understandable. She was afraid of how I would view her after I told her, and she didn't want to take that risk. But soon after, I
discovered the allure of Mom's used stockings; I was completely captivated.

Chapter Four:

After Mom started selling used stockings, she wore them every day. She bought many different colors and kept them in the bedroom, mostly ultra-thin
pantyhose . Even when she wasn't wearing a skirt, Mom would wear stockings under her pants before going to work. I understood what was going on, so I didn't ask Mom why
she was doing this strangely; it became our secret. But I would still compliment Mom on how beautiful she looked in stockings, and Mom was always happy to hear it.

To make her stockings smell stronger, Mom wore them as much as possible. The first thing she did after waking up was put them on, and she
wore them from the moment she left for work until she got home. She wouldn't take them off until before showering at night, sealing them in a plastic bag and preparing the stockings for the next day. If a customer wanted her
stockings to smell even stronger, she would wear the same pair for two days. Mom was used to providing her used stockings to a constant stream of eager
boys. She usually contacted customers online, who would specify what kind of stockings they liked, how long they wanted to wear them, etc. As long as the requests weren't too perverted,
Mom would agree. How did I know all this? Because I secretly browsed her chat history when Mom wasn't around.

Mom's online name, chosen by Aunt Tian, was incredibly seductive: "Mature Aunt Ping's Used Stockings." I looked through it, and
there was a constant stream , and it seemed like most of them were young people. At that time, I didn't understand what "mature woman seduction" meant; I just naively thought it was because Mom had beautiful legs. And
as for what they bought them for, I couldn't even begin to imagine. Now I think about it, and I realize that mature women like my mom are definitely more appealing to younger men.

For example, a netizen asked: "Aunt Ping, do you sell any short stockings?" My mom replied: "No, because most of my customers like pantyhose, I wear
pantyhose every day now, I don't wear short stockings.

" Netizen A: "Aunt Ping, how old are you, forty?"

Mom: "43. Do you think I'm too old? I sell stockings for younger girls.

" Netizen A: "No, no, I just think you're the perfect age. I love mature women's stockings the most. The smell of your stockings is like the smell of my feet."

Mom: "Hehe, thanks for your support. What kind of stockings do you like this time? I'll let you wear them."

Netizen B: "Auntie, can you sell me your underwear?"

Mom: "I don't sell underwear, I only sell used stockings."

...

Every day, my mom gets asked questions like these, and she's gradually starting to think that selling used stockings to boys isn't really a big deal. Thinking of
those boys, probably not much older than Xiaowen, yet suffering the pangs of puberty, their pent-up desires finding no outlet, and how her stockings were
the perfect tool for their masturbation. The thought of those stockings being removed from her body and then slipped onto their young, erect penises, until their hot semen
soaked through the thin stockings, her feet separated from their penises by only a layer of stockings, made Mom blush. Thinking this, Mom looked down at
her stockinged feet and thought,

"Chen Ping, Chen Ping, you still have a lot of charm. Besides Xiaowen, so many boys are thinking about your body, enjoying your stockings,
proving you can bring men immense satisfaction." This thought made Mom shudder. How could she have such thoughts? But it showed that
Mom 's thinking was beginning to change. Originally, she worked in the used stocking business to earn money; now, Mom was starting to enjoy it a little.

My mother made a decision: for every pair of used stockings she sold, she would include a photo of herself wearing them.

I secretly looked at these photos. Each photo only showed her lower body. At first, she was relatively conservative, wearing short skirts and posing
in various ways—sitting, standing, crossing her legs, squatting. Later, she became more daring, wearing shorter and shorter skirts, and in her most revealing photos, she didn't wear a skirt at all.
Instead, she wore only lace panties covered with ultra-thin stockings in black, nude, brown, and gray, paired with black low-cut stilettos, striving to showcase her
incredibly full legs. In one photo, my mother lay on the bed, her legs bent so that her thighs and calves were overlapping, making her already full legs even more alluring from the side, as if…
A slab of flesh is tightly bound by stockings. In some photos, the mother's toes hook onto her high heels, her legs slightly bent, exposing the stockinged soles of her feet. The mother, after all, is getting on in years; her soles are
no
the smooth, rosy feet of a young girl. Instead, due to years of friction with high heels, the skin on her soles is older, and when she bends her foot, the skin shows faint undulations. This is what's called "mature feet." Barefoot, she certainly can't compare to a young girl's, but with stockings clinging tightly to her feet, it's incredibly alluring.

The mother's current stockings are not only ultra-thin but also mostly thong-style. Why thong stockings? Because the crotch is transparent, so the mother's equally full
buttocks are also encased in the thin stockings. Not only her legs but also her buttocks are shown. With her back to the camera, her full thighs are topped with equally fleshy buttocks,
the thin stockings covering her fleshy lower body, exuding eroticism. No one can resist such a sensual mother. Young girls could not possess such a voluptuous body; this
is the allure of a mature woman. Countless boys stared at their mother's stockinged genitals. The stockings in their hands were the same ones worn by the mature woman in the photo. The thought that these stockings had
just been removed from such a voluptuous body was unbearable for the boys. Their penises, covered by the stockings, seemed to be intimately
rubbing against their mother's stockinged genitals, from her feet to her calves, then to her thighs, and finally to her buttocks. "Oh, Auntie's genitals are so soft, my little brother feels so good. I want to rub myself against Auntie's stockings until I'm
satisfied ." Soon, the boys, staring at their mother's photo, ejaculated profusely.

It's certain that everyone who bought their mother's used stockings did the same thing: looking at pictures of her stockings, smelling them
, and masturbating wildly until they ejaculated inside. The mother knew that those who bought her stockings would do this, and she felt satisfied. She did her best to display her
voluptuous body, hoping to satisfy people's desires in this way. This made her feel very attractive and accomplished. So Mom's business got better and better,
and soon the used stockings were in short supply. Mom was an honest person and wouldn't use unworn stockings to pass off as used stockings, so her reputation online was also good.

One day, Mom received a call from Aunt Tian, "Little Chen, I saw you're really popular online lately. They even give you photos when they buy your stockings. You've
really ruined those young people's lives! With such a great figure, who wouldn't give you their essence?" Mom quickly replied, "Sister Chen, why do you say that? I just look better in
stockings . Besides, I just think it's okay to satisfy those young guys in this way. I'm over forty
and I still feel quite accomplished to be able to attract the attention of young people. Besides, I'm not actually doing anything." "It's good that you think that way. Okay, enough of that. I
have a big order you'd like to do." "What do you mean by a big order?" Mom asked. "Well, a client of mine saw your photos and really liked them,
he wants your used stockings." The mother replied, "No problem, I'll sell them to him. Does he want many pairs?" "No, he only wants one pair."
"How can one pair be considered a big order? How much are you paying?" Aunt Tian paused for a moment, then said, "One thousand!" "One thousand!" Mom was shocked. "Spending so much money on just one pair?
That's outrageous!" "Don't rush me, I haven't finished yet. Of course, it's not that simple. They have some requirements." "What requirements?" Mom asked. Aunt Tian
paused again and then said, "The client requires flesh-colored ultra-thin stockings with a thong, but you have to wear them for a whole week." "Wear them for a whole week? It's so hot now,
I wonder what the stockings will smell like." "Didn't I tell you? The stronger the smell of the stockings, the better. That's what they like." Mom said, "Wearing them for a whole
week seems okay. I think I can do it." "They have another requirement. The key is that you can't wash your feet for a week. You can take a shower, but you can't get your feet
wet. The client is worried that if you wash them, your feet won't smell anymore!" "Ah!" Mom exclaimed in surprise. Although Mom didn't have sweaty feet, if she
didn't wash her feet for a whole week in the summer, wouldn't they stink? "This, this is a bit too much!" Mom replied. "Sigh, I think so too, but the client insists on this, saying
he likes the smell of mature women's feet the most, and even said he'd pay extra if he was satisfied, and preferably not to take them off even when sleeping." Although Mom was a little
reluctant, the price was tempting, so she wavered and said, "Sister Tian, I agree, but you agreed to not wash your feet for a maximum of one week, any longer is not allowed."
"Yes, a maximum of one week, we won't make things difficult for you anymore, so let's start today, delivery in one week." After hanging up the phone, Mom went to the bedroom and chose a pair of coffee-colored
thong stockings. Although the client requested flesh-colored stockings, Mom was worried that flesh-colored stockings would look dirty after a few days because of their light color, so she chose
coffee-colored ones -colored ones would look similar to dark flesh-colored ones on her legs. Mom took off her light gray stockings and put on the coffee-colored ones.

On the first day, Mom encountered a problem: how could she take a shower without getting her feet wet? After thinking for a while, Mom took two small stools into the bathroom, sat
on one of them, took off her stockings, raised her feet onto the other stool, and held the showerhead to make sure the water didn't get on her feet. After washing, she dried herself, put the stockings back on, and
came out of the bathroom. I saw Mom still wearing stockings after showering and asked curiously, "Mom, why are you still wearing stockings?" Mom smiled nervously and said, "Xiaowen
likes Mom's stockings the most, so Mom is wearing them for you to see!" "Oh, is that so? Thank you, Mom." Although I said that, I knew it couldn't be what
Mom was saying. Since Aunt Tian had ordered these stockings over the phone, I secretly checked Mom's chat history but didn't find anything, and I felt a little uneasy.
For five days in a row
black toe prints were clearly visible. Mom seemed to know the stockings were dirty, so she tried her best not to let me see her stockinged feet. But my eyes were
always glued to Mom's stockinged legs, how could I not notice? I thought: Strange, these stockings are so dirty, why doesn't Mom change them? I secretly
browsed Mom's chat history and finally found something.

Netizen: Auntie, how many days do you usually wear your stockings before changing them?

Mom: I usually wear them for one day. There are so many people buying stockings, even wearing one pair a day isn't enough to sell them all. I wouldn't sell you fake used stockings; I wear them myself. If I wear them for a few
more days, there will be even fewer stockings to sell.

Netizen: Auntie, I'll pay three times the price if you wear them for two days before selling them to me.

Mom: Why?

Netizen: That way the stockings will have more character!

Mom: Why do you all like stockings with such a strong smell? I really don't know what's so appealing about those stinky socks. Oh well.

A few days later,

a netizen commented: Auntie, your stockings are definitely different after wearing them for two days!

Mom: How are they different?

Netizen: This smell is really strong! It smells really rich, like a mature woman's scent. It was a really good buy.

Mom: Hehe, I'm glad you like them.

After shutting down the computer, I roughly understood. Perhaps this was why Mom didn't change her stockings—to make the scent of the stockings stronger. But
what exactly did the netizens mean by the scent? I was secretly curious. I usually liked looking at Mom's stockings, but I'd never thought of smelling them, let alone knowing what they smelled
like . But I silently thought they must smell very good; otherwise, so many people wouldn't buy Mom's stockings. How could I smell the scent of Mom's stockings?
A brilliant idea struck me.

After dinner, Mom sat on the sofa watching TV. I brought a basin of hot water from the bathroom to the living room. As soon as Mom saw it, she asked, "Xiaowen,
what are you doing ?" I
said, "Mom, I saw how hard you've been working lately, and I felt I should do something for you. So I thought I'd wash your feet." Mom panicked a little when she heard this. She knew what her feet smelled like and knew she couldn't wash them now. She quickly said, "Xiaowen is such a good girl.
She so happy. But Mom's feet are so dirty. If Xiaowen doesn't wash them, she won't like Mom anymore if she smells them. I appreciate your kindness, Xiaowen
. Listen to Mom, I'll wash them myself in a bit." I knew Mom was up to something, so I quickly replied, "Mom's feet aren't dirty at all. Xiaowen loves Mom's
feet the most. You never complained when you washed my feet before, so why would I complain about your feet being dirty?" After saying that, I sat down next to Mom's feet and reached for
her grab them in my hands. Mom panicked. She knew she hadn't washed her feet for five days, and they must smell terrible. She didn't dare let me
wash them and quickly tried to pull her feet back. I knew Mom would try to dodge, so I was prepared and acted faster, grabbing her foot in one swift motion. When Mom saw me grabbing her feet,
she panicked: "Xiaowen, be good, Mom knows you care about Mom. Mom doesn't need you to wash them today, Mom's feet stink so bad, Xiaowen, please don't smell them!" Mom didn't want
me to smell her feet, but when I held her feet in my hands, I understood. Because these stockings had been worn for so long and Mom hadn't washed her feet for several days, they
felt sticky to my hands, as if they had stuck to Mom's feet. Because the stockings were soaked with Mom's foot sweat, they felt even smoother.
The black stockings were a little stiff at the soles, but they still clung tightly to Mom's feet. The sweat from Mom's feet over the past few days had soaked through the thin stockings, making
the stockings and Mom's sweaty feet seem to have become one, sticky, slippery, and even transparent. It was the first time I had observed Mom's stockinged feet so closely, and I felt
an indescribable excitement. My mother's calloused skin, veins, and sexy toes peeked through the sheer stockings, making her even more alluring than if she weren't
wearing stockings at all. Although the stockings had darkened after a few days, they only made her seem more sensual to me. That was my visual perception, but the scent I smelled was even more irresistible.

The moment I touched my mother's stockinged feet, I smelled an indescribably strong odor that assaulted my nostrils. Was it foot odor? No, it was incredibly
intense . At first, I thought it was just my mother's foot smell, but the more I smelled, the more I couldn't resist. The strong scent of my mother's feet stimulated my nerves. I felt I had never smelled
such a strong odor before. Later, I learned that this was the unique scent of mature women's feet. The feet are densely packed with nerves, making them a highly sensitive area for women. Moreover, foot sweat contains
a large amount of hormones. When a man smells a strong foot odor, it's like inhaling a large amount of hormones, which can greatly stimulate sexual desire. Of course, I only learned this later.
But at that moment, I was subjected to the dual stimulation of the erotic sight of my mother's stockinged feet and the intense scent of a mature woman's feet, causing my heart to pound violently. I finally understood why so
many people buy their mothers' used stockings—it's all about the rich, lingering scent of their feet, and the longer the stockings are worn, the stronger the smell becomes. I regretted
not discovering this secret sooner. I'd never smelled my mother's stockings before, only knowing they made her lower body look beautiful, but I had no idea they
smelled so arousing. I couldn't resist, greedily inhaling the intense, mature scent emanating from my mother's stockings. Looking at her
mature feet encased in the stockings, the black soles and toes were the epitome of sexiness, because that irresistible scent emanated from them. Her toes
curled and relaxed slightly, causing the stockings to stretch and loosen, the wrinkles adding to the sensuality. Suddenly, an idea popped into my head: I
wanted to put my mother's stockings in my mouth, to suck on her toes—it must taste amazing. But then I snapped back to reality; such a perverse act was unacceptable. Little did I know, a foot
fetish was quietly sprouting within me.

I stared intently at my mother's silk-stockinged feet, greedily inhaling their scent. For a moment, I was stunned, imagining how happy I would be if my mother could provide me with
a constant supply of such intensely scented stockings. My mother, thinking I was disgusted by the smell, quickly said, "Xiaowen, are
n't Mommy's feet stinky? I told you not to smell them! Look, you're not saying anything. Are you disgusted? I'm sorry, Xiaowen, it's my fault. I shouldn't have done this.
What do you want? I'll do anything you ask. Xiaowen, say something!" My mother was almost crying, trying to pull her feet away from my grasp. I
snapped out of my reverie and grabbed her feet tightly, saying, "Mommy, let me give you a foot massage." "No, Mommy's feet are dirty." "
Mommy You're my dearest person. How could you complain about Mommy's dirty feet?" As I spoke, I inhaled the scent of her feet while vigorously massaging them.
My mother's feet were soft, but the skin on the soles was a bit rough because she liked to wear high heels, which must have caused a lot of friction. But I didn't care about any of that; all I wanted was to
hold my mother's feet and enjoy their beautiful silk-clad feet. So I slowly touched them, wanting to linger in close contact with my mother's silk-clad feet a little longer. Feet
are a woman's sensitive area, and my mother's feet were powerless to resist when I pressed them. Her body went limp, and she let me do as I pleased. She simply closed her eyes and slowly enjoyed the sensation.
Unconsciously her lower body became aroused. My mother was already in her forties, and after her divorce, she hadn't had sex for a long time. The touch on her sensitive areas naturally
aroused her. But I had to hold back. My mother's breathing became heavier, and suddenly she gripped my feet tightly, saying, "Xiaowen, that feels so good. Okay,
you don't need to massage anymore. You must be tired, take a rest." But I had no intention of letting go; I was still thinking about smelling my mother's feet to my heart's content. I quickly said, "Mom, did I massage too
hard? Did I hurt you? I'll be gentler this time." My mother thought to herself, it wasn't pain at all; it was clearly her own desire being aroused. But how could she let
her son know? So she could only say, "Xiaowen, it really doesn't hurt. Mom feels very comfortable. You must be tired today." "I'll ask Xiaowen to give Mom a foot massage sometime later." I was
overjoyed to hear this, thinking that I could kiss Mom's feet often in the future. I couldn't help but blurt out, "Really, Mom is so wonderful. I love Mom's feet when she wears stockings the most.
Mom's feet are beautiful and smell so good." "What?" Mom was stunned. "You said Mom's feet smell good? Well, now you're lying to Mom. You said they don't
smell bad and smell good, but I can smell them. Mom hasn't had them for days, how could they smell good?" "Mom, your feet really don't smell," I said, looking into Mom's eyes. "And I..."
"I think this smells the best I've ever smelled in my life." The mother was stunned, but quickly realized that the men clamoring to buy her used
stockings and making the perverted request to not wash their feet for a week were all just to smell this scent. She thought her feet smelled bad, but to them it was incredibly
exciting . Her son was a man too, and it was normal for him to be fascinated by her foot smell. So the mother asked, "Xiaowen, do Mom's feet
really smell that good?" "Yes, really, Mom, I really want to smell them forever." Hearing this, the mother thought to herself that she owed her son so much,
and couldn't give him anything. If she couldn't even fulfill such a simple request as his liking for this smell, it would truly hurt her. So, she decided to let him smell it from now on. Her
son liked smelling her feet, so she would let him smell them to his heart's content. As long as he remembered how good his mother was, none of this mattered. After thinking it over, Mom said, "Xiaowen,
from now on if you want to smell Mom's feet, you can smell them. Don't make up any excuses about giving Mom a foot massage to fool me. Also, you can only smell Mom's feet, not other
girls' feet, or people will say you're a bad kid. From now on, when you come home from school, if you do your homework obediently, Mom will let you smell them." I was thrilled to hear this:
"Really, Mom, oh my good Mom, there's no one better than Mom in the world!" I cheered. Mom smiled when she saw how happy I was: "Of course it's true. Who told
me to only have you as my precious baby? What do you want? I'll give you whatever you want." "Mom, from now on, I'll give you a massage every day.
It's not just so I can smell Mom's feet, I really want to massage Mom. Mom works so hard every day, I want to do something for Mom." Mom smiled knowingly: "Okay, my little darling has grown up and
knows how to care for Mom. From now on, if you massage Mom, Mom will let you play with Mom's stockinged feet." "Okay," I nodded vigorously.

Lying in bed that night, still immersed in the pleasure, I realized I had lied to my mother about something. While I was giving her a foot massage, her silk-stockinged feet were on my
lap , the balls of her feet pressing against my lower abdomen, her heels just touching the base of my penis. An indescribable feeling welled up inside me; I felt
a throbbing sensation, and my heart raced. I didn't know why, so I didn't tell her, but I knew that feeling was incredibly pleasurable. I didn't
realize that it was the prelude to my erection; that wonderful feeling was sexual pleasure. What I didn't know was that while I was massaging her, her genitals
were already wet.

Chapter Five.

For the next two days, my mother continued to wear those strongly scented brown stockings. As soon as class ended, I rushed home. When I got home, my mother was cooking. I went into my
room to do my homework, but all I could think about was my mother's warm, silk-stockinged feet. After finishing my homework and leaving the room, I saw my mother half-reclined on the sofa waiting for me to eat.
Her fleshy, stocking-clad genitals were almost completely exposed. The coffee-colored stockings on her legs truly looked like flesh-colored stockings, giving
her legs a fleshy sheen. I looked my mother up and down, of course I knew her stocking-clad genitals were alluring, I could look at her all day, but what attracted me most right now were
her pair of intensely scented, mature feet in stockings. I couldn't resist holding her stocking-clad feet in my arms and savoring them. I quickly sat down next to my mother's feet and said,

"Mom, are you tired? Let me massage your feet." As I said this, I placed my mother's stocking-clad feet on my crotch.
The moment my mother's stocking-clad feet touched my penis, that feeling came again. Even through my pants, the feeling was very clear, a tingling, numb sensation that wasn't exactly comfortable but very stimulating and
intense, indescribable.

But I knew I liked this feeling. The scent of my mother's stockinged feet was even stronger today; I could smell it even without getting close. The air was filled with the mature,
womanly scent emanating from her feet through the stockings—it could only be described as erotic. I grabbed my mother's stockinged feet, and my lower body consciously began to thrust upwards slightly, trying to increase the contact between my
penis and my mother's stockinged, mature feet. But the sensation didn't seem to intensify with my movements; it remained the same. Later, I
realized that what I felt then was early sexual pleasure, but it wasn't caused by the friction between my penis and my mother's feet. Rather, it was the
strong hormonal stimulation emanating from my mother's mature feet, combined with my fondness for her stockinged body, that created a simulated sexual pleasure in my mind. This pleasure was different from
real sexual pleasure; it wasn't caused by the friction of the genitals. This kind of pleasure is only experienced by children whose genitals are not fully developed. However, my
first real orgasm came soon afterward, but it wasn't from my mother's stockinged feet, which I was obsessed with. How I achieved that will be described later;
I won't go into details here.

In short, I was greedily sucking on my mother's stockinged feet, inhaling their deadly, sensual scent, while simultaneously experiencing nascent sexual pleasure. My mother
couldn't help but laugh at my eagerness: "Are Mom's feet really that good-smelling? Look how impatient you are! You can't smell them until you've finished your homework!" "Mom's feet really do smell good!
I'll smell them after I finish my homework." "Alright, alright, eat first. After you eat, Mom will let you smell them slowly while we're watching TV. Look how excited you are, like you're afraid
Mom will run away and you'll never smell them again!" Hearing my mother say this, I blushed and reluctantly let go of my mother's stockinged feet. My mother withdrew her foot, stood up,
and said, "Come on, let's eat. Don't worry, after you eat, Mom will let you smell them to your heart's content!" I then stood up to eat. While eating, I couldn't help but steal glances at my mother's stockinged feet.
My mother saw this and laughed, saying, "Focus on your food, or Mom won't let you smell them anymore. Mom isn't going to run away, you can't even resist for a little while." Little did my mother
know the immense attraction her fleshy, stockinged genitals held for me; not only for me, but for almost everyone. But this sexy mom belonged to me, and I
secretly felt smug. After dinner, Mom and I cleaned up, and she finally sat on the sofa. Looking at my expectant eyes, she placed her stockinged feet on my
lap: "Alright, little rascal, are you satisfied now? But let's make it clear first, Mom's stockings have been worn for several days and are quite dirty. After touching Mom's feet, you
must wash your hands before you go to get anything else!" Mom still thought her feet were dirty, little did she know that the smell was like poison to me. I didn't care
about that anymore and readily agreed, beginning to fully enjoy Mom's stockinged feet.

The next day, the seventh day of wearing those stockings, Mom was very happy that she could finally deliver. Mom called Aunt Tian: "Sister Tian, the stockings are
all worn now, I've worn them for seven whole days! Can I wash my feet tonight?" Aunt Tian replied: "Xiao Chen, the customer said you have to deliver the stockings in person
and pay me then." "Oh, in person? That's not really appropriate." "What's inappropriate? In person, the customer can decide based on the scent of the stockings
. If the customer says it smells good, they can pay more. Besides, this is one of my big clients; he pays high prices for stockings. If he likes your stockings,
your income from selling used stockings could double!" Hearing Aunt Tian's words, Mom was tempted and said: "Okay, where should we deliver?"
"Room 603, XX Hotel. Remember to dress sexily." Mom seemed a little uneasy about the meeting being at a hotel, but then she thought it made sense; otherwise, she'd have to take off
her stockings . So, wearing the same brown stockings she'd worn for seven days, along with black high heels and a short skirt, she went out.

When I got home and Mom wasn't there, I was disappointed and called her, asking, "Mom, where are you?" Mom had just arrived at the hotel and was about to go upstairs when she received my
call. She said, "Mom's out running some errands. Eat dinner by yourself, and do your homework well, and Mom will reward you when I get back." I was secretly
pleased to hear Mom say that. Mom arrived at room 603, hesitated for a moment, and then pressed the doorbell. A moment later, the door opened, and a young man opened it. He
smiled slightly at Mom and said, "Sister, you're here. You're really beautiful. Please come in." He stepped aside, and Mom went inside. The man seemed
quite satisfied with Mom's lower body in her stockings, high heels, and short skirt. She really was a voluptuous, mature woman in stockings, and his crotch immediately became aroused. The mother entered the room, feeling somewhat awkward. She just wanted to take off
her stockings and leave quickly, so she said, "Can I take off my stockings for you now?" The man waved his hand, saying, "Don't rush, sister. Sit down first. Let me look at
these stockings. Aunt Tian said you haven't washed your feet for a week. You must be exhausted." After the mother sat down, her skirt unconsciously rode up, almost completely exposing her full, stockinged
thighs. The coffee-colored stockings looked almost transparent on her thighs, highlighting their fleshy texture. The man secretly swallowed, thinking: "What a
mature woman in stockings! She's much sexier than a young girl in stockings. Those stockinged thighs must feel so good to touch. I really want to take off my pants and ride on this mature woman's stockinged thighs, letting
my penis enjoy it.

" The image of him taking off his pants, riding on his mother's stockinged thighs, and thrusting his erect penis into her soft, fleshy cleft was already surfacing in his mind.
So the man sat down facing the mother and said, "Sister, take off your shoes. Let me smell them first and see how much I should pay you." The mother took off
her high heels, revealing her incredibly smelly stockinged feet. She lifted her feet up and said, "Hey, smell them! They haven't been washed for a week, they stink!"

The man stared intently at the mother's stockinged feet. He saw that the stockings along the shape of her feet had turned a deep, almost black, brownish-flesh color. The
five toe prints were also almost black. The rest of the stockings on the soles of her feet, even if not black, had turned a yellowish-brown. Sure enough, she hadn't washed her feet for
a week! The man became excited. He grabbed the mother's stockinged feet and forcefully pulled them up to his chest. The mother didn't
expect this, but considering he was a big buyer, she didn't want to resist too much. Besides, she was old enough not to act like a young girl.
As long as it wasn't too excessive, she'd let it go. Seeing that his mother didn't react much, the man began to greedily inhale, savoring the strong, mature scent emanating from her feet.
The aroma filled his nostrils, so intense and rich; he had never tasted anything like it before. He thirstily sucked on the familiar scent, thinking to himself: "What a pair of wanton, silk-stockinged, mature feet! I really want to put them in my mouth and taste them." The man said to the mother,

"Sister, your stockinged feet smell amazing! I've bought many used stockings, but yours smells the strongest." The mother, a little smug, replied, "I
wore them according to your request, so of course the smell is strong. I'll take them off and give them to you." "No, no, sister, don't rush. Let me smell them again. I
have ; you can take it anytime, just let me taste your feet a little more." The man looked at the mother, who felt
uncomfortable under his gaze, but with her feet still in his hands, she could only let him do as he pleased. She said, "Then hurry up, my son is waiting for me at home."

Upon hearing this, the man became excited and grabbed the mother's stockinged feet, putting them in his mouth. The mother was stunned. So that's what the man meant by "taste." She realized she hadn't washed her feet
for a week and the stockings had been worn for a week—they were incredibly dirty. This man was actually putting her feet in his mouth! Having already agreed, the mother had no choice but
to suppress her disgust and extend her legs to cooperate with the man, hoping he would finish quickly so she could take the money and leave. The man sucked on the mother's stockinged toes, his tongue relentlessly pushing between them
. Even through the stockings, the mother could feel her toes being played with by his tongue, which traced each
one on her soles. The mother's strong foot odor, passing through the man's mouth and nose, greatly stimulated his rising lust. When
the scent on the mother's left toes had faded, the man switched to her right foot and continued the same action. The front of the mother's left foot was completely soaked with the man's saliva, making the stockings
seem almost transparent. The man's movements remained excited. Suddenly, he stood up and pushed the mother's stockinged legs forward, making her body form an L-shape. Then he brought
her legs together, pressing his face tightly against the soles of her feet, greedily sucking on the scent while licking her stockinged soles with his mouth
. Although Mom felt disgusted, she had to admit that the man's pressure was just right, neither too strong nor too weak, and she actually felt a slight pleasure. So, although she was
startled by the man's actions, she didn't resist fiercely. Mom didn't realize that after the man pulled up her stockinged legs, her skirt was completely up to her waist,
meaning her entire stockinged lower body was exposed. Her full thighs and genitals were only separated from the man's burning gaze by a thin
layer of stockings; he could see her fleshy, mature lower body completely encased in ultra-thin stockings.

Already inhaling the strong hormones emanating from Mom's mature feet, seeing such a sexy and wanton body made the man completely lose control. He lifted his mother's stockinged instep
with his left hand , and with his right hand, he tightly hugged her fleshy, stockinged thigh. "Ah, finally I can touch this mature woman's stockinged thigh! It's so
fleshy, and with the stockings, it's truly exquisite—soft and smooth." His mother felt the man's hands rubbing up and down her thighs, greedily enjoying her
fleshy thighs. His mother panicked and said, "Stop! That's enough! You've smelled enough, let go!" She tried desperately to lower her legs. But the man had
lost control; how could he let go of the flesh he had obtained so easily? He held his mother's fleshy thighs tightly. Seeing that she couldn't overcome the man, his mother was on the verge of tears, and could only
shout, "No, this won't do! Let go!" But something even more desperate happened. At this moment, the man's crotch pressed tightly against
the back of his mother's fleshy thighs, and he began to thrust forcefully back and forth.

Although the man hadn't taken off his pants, his mother could already feel that his penis was fully erect, pressing firmly against her soft, stockinged thighs. The man
suddenly adjusted his position, and began thrusting his penis right between the mother's inner thighs. The mother was frantic; she could only desperately
swing her legs from side to side, trying to break free from the man's control, but the man's strength far exceeded hers, and she couldn't escape at all.

After a few thrusts, the man felt uncomfortable still wearing his pants, so he grabbed his mother's legs with one hand and started pulling down her pants with the other. His strength
wriggled, and his mother broke free, but he reacted quickly, grabbing her right foot tightly and continuing his work, pulling down her
outer pants in a few swift movements. The mother kicked desperately, trying to free her right foot as well. At that moment, the man spoke: "Sister, I'm sorry, you're too sexy, I can't control myself.
Sister, I won't let you do anything, I won't touch you down there. I just want to use your stockinged feet to satisfy me, really just your feet. Sister, I'll
pay whatever you want." Upon hearing this, the mother realized the man wanted to satisfy her with his stockinged feet. The thought of his semen hitting her feet made her
feel nauseous. She intensified her struggles, saying, "No! I only sell stockings, nothing else. If you want to satisfy me, I'll take them off and give them to you. You
can use them to take care of yourself. I already let you have your way, you're pushing your luck!" But the man wouldn't listen. He gripped her stockinged right foot tightly with his left hand, and
pulled out his engorged penis with his right. The mother panicked upon seeing this and began kicking frantically, but the man wouldn't budge.

He no longer needed her cooperation; one of her stockinged feet was enough. He held his penis, the glans pressing against the sole of her stockinged foot
.

Oh, finally, my penis can fuck this mature woman's voluptuous feet in stockings!

The stockings, worn for so long, have hardened on the soles, making them even smoother
. Combined with the saliva still on them, they're incredibly wet and slippery. There's something about Mom's mature feet that makes the friction even more pleasurable. Because of her age, the soles of her feet aren't smooth; the flesh
has undulated a series of ridges. This intensifies the pleasure of my glans

rubbing against her soles from top to bottom. Ah! Fucking a mature woman's stockinged feet is so pleasurable!

The man couldn't resist any longer, pressing his glans against the most fleshy and undulating part of her arch, rubbing it rapidly. The stockings there were completely soaked with the fluid from his
urethra making the mature feet even more perfect. The man's uncontrollable pleasure
spread from Mom's stockinged feet through the friction of his glans throughout his body. Oh, how can it be so pleasurable! While rubbing, his eyes weren't idle either, fixed on Mom's stockinged thighs. Ah!
I
fucked this mature woman 's stockinged legs, it felt so good! Seeing there was no going back, Mom simply relaxed and let the man do as he pleased, praying he'd ejaculate quickly so he wouldn't try anything else with her.

The man hadn't experienced such intense foot fetish pleasure in a long time; it was the stockings and Mom's familiar feet that brought it. The man couldn't
hold back anymore; the pleasure was too intense. He couldn't hold back much after only a few thrusts. With a soft "Ah!" from the man, Mom felt a wave of heat rush to her feet, knowing
he'd ejaculated, onto her stockinged feet. The man still gripped Mom's stockinged feet tightly, as if her feet were his receptacle for semen, wanting to
completely cover them with his semen. "He ejaculated a lot," Mom thought.

The white semen dripped down her stockinged feet. The man looked at Mom's stockinged feet, now covered in white semen,
obscuring the black stockings—a truly lewd sight.

Seeing the man calm down, the mother said, "Are you satisfied now? You can give me the money and let me go!" Hearing the mother's words, the man
recovered from his intense ejaculation. "Thank you, ma'am. Actually, it's been a long time since I've had such a pleasurable experience with stockinged feet. Once my little brother touched your foot, I couldn't stop;
I had to ejaculate before I was done. Thank you so much today, ma'am. It would have been really uncomfortable if I hadn't ejaculated! Oh, right, there's one last thing." The mother was puzzled;
why was there something else? She saw the man release his foot, take out his phone, and take a picture of his stockinged right foot, covered in semen. In the photo, the mother's stockinged,
mature foot, glistening with sticky semen, looked incredibly alluring. Finally, after the man finished filming, he said, "Alright, ma'am, you can take off these stockings now." Hearing this
, the mother seemed to have found a way out. She quickly pulled up the tops of the stockings, lifted her buttocks, and pulled them off, freeing her fleshy buttocks from the stockings she had worn for seven days. Ignoring
the semen still clinging to her right foot, she swiftly removed the stockings that had brought her such humiliation. She then handed the stockings to the man. Next, she stood up, straightened
her skirt , put on her high heels, and said to the man, "It's time to pay." The man looked at the mother's bare legs and thought:

Indeed, women don't have the same delicate features as young girls as they get older. This mature woman's bare legs are still very fleshy, but without the stockings, they don't
look , except for their fullness. But just now, he was so excited that he had to have his way with this mature woman's stockinged legs. He had played with many
beautiful legs, but this was the first time he had ever played with the stockinged feet of a woman in her forties, and the feeling was truly irresistible.

The man savored the sensation of his glans rubbing against his mother's stockinged feet, looking at her bare feet in high heels. It seemed this mature woman
was truly born to wear stockings. He was very satisfied with his mother's stockinged legs, remembering the immense satisfaction they had given him, and felt he should pay
her a good price. He took out his wallet, counted out two thousand yuan, and gave it to her. His mother took the money, put it in her purse, and left the room without looking back. The man
looked at the photos he had taken of his mother's stockinged feet covered in semen on his phone, a sly smile playing on his lips. His mother entered the elevator, looked down at her feet,
and thought about how that man had so wildly played with her stockinged feet. The memory of the hot semen flowing onto the soles of her feet
still made her soles feel hot. So this is what it feels like to have semen ejaculated on your feet. His mother took out a mirror and looked at her no-longer-young face, wondering why she
hadn't resisted fiercely. She was amazed that such a young man could be so driven mad by his lust. A flicker of excitement crossed Mom's mind. She
realized quite attractive; my feet could be so alluring, and she had actually received the two thousand yuan. Stepping out of the hotel, Mom's steps
were light, her high heels clicking crisply on the floor.

"Xiaowen, Mom's home," Mom called as she entered the room. "Mom's home!" I exclaimed happily, running out of the room. Mom smiled when she
saw me. "Xiaowen, Mom's not missing you anymore, is she? Did you do your homework well?" "Of course! Mom said she
'd reward me if I did my homework well." As I spoke, my eyes fell on Mom's legs. "Oh! Mom, where are your stockings?" Mom quickly replied, "Oh, they tore
outside , so I took them off and threw them away." I was secretly disappointed. The stockings smelled so strong; it seemed I wouldn't be able to smell them anymore. Seeing that I
didn't say anything, quickly said, "Xiaowen, do you want Mom's reward?" I nodded vigorously at her. Mom smiled, walked to the sofa, and beckoned to me
, "Come here!" I quickly sat down next to her. Seeing me come over, Mom took her foot out of her high heels and placed it on my lap. "Oh, Mom..."
"We've walked so far today, Xiaowen, let me massage Mom's feet!" I looked down and saw Mom's big white feet on my lap, that familiar scent filling my nostrils.

But something felt missing; the smell wasn't as strong anymore, it wasn't the scent of a mature woman's feet, but rather the smell of foot odor. Although Mom's feet were touching
my little brother, why didn't I feel that strange sensation?

I froze, not moving for a long time. Seeing me not moving, Mom said, "What's wrong? Don't you love smelling Mom's feet? Why aren't you smelling them today?"
"Mom, I, why aren't you wearing stockings?" Mom was a little unhappy when she heard this: "Does smelling have anything to do with stockings? Doesn't the smell of stockings come from
the feet ? Without stockings, the smell should be stronger! Do you like stockings or Mom's feet? Fine, if you don't like the smell, then forget it." Actually
, what I wanted to say was that I liked Mom's stockinged feet, so I quickly grabbed Mom's bare feet and said, "No, Mom, I like your feet, I want to smell Mom's feet."
Saying that, I started rubbing Mom's bare feet. But when I rubbed them, something went wrong. I didn't know that
the reason . But my mother knew what was going on and thought that as long as I smelled her feet, it would be fine. So when she came back, she didn't wash her feet, just wanting me to smell them to my heart's content. But
after a week without washing her feet, layers of sweat were sticking to them. When I rubbed them, a thick layer of grime stuck to my mother's feet. My mother's face turned bright red when she saw it
. Giving her son such dirty feet for a massage—only a mother in the world would do that.

My mother quickly said, "Xiaowen, I'm so sorry. I didn't know my feet were so dirty. I was only thinking about letting you smell them. Here, you choose a pair of
stockings , and I'll wear them so you can smell them!" I was overjoyed. My mother went into the bedroom and brought out a bunch of stockings, saying to me, "Come on, Xiaowen, which
pair of stockings do you like?" I carefully selected them. The stockings of various colors were all so thin and sheer. I imagined what my mother would look like wearing them. Finally, I chose a pair of
light gray thong stockings for my mother. "I want Mom to wear these." "Okay," Mom took the stockings and slowly rolled up the cuffs, slipping her left foot into
the stocking, then her right foot into the other cuff, and then pulling the stockings up. I watched Mom put on the stockings,
and I couldn't help but feel secretly excited as I watched her fleshy legs gradually encased in them. The light gray stockings almost turned flesh-colored after she put them on, and they looked very smooth due to their reflective surface. Mom's fleshy
legs encased in these stockings were incredibly alluring.

I happily watched Mom put on the stockings, and after she finished, she said to me, "How about that? Happy now? Now you can play with Mom's stockinged feet to your heart's content!"
"Yes," I nodded, and Mom put her feet into my lap again. My little brother was against Mom's stockinged, familiar feet again, and that wonderful feeling returned.
And since Mom still hadn't washed her feet, the strong scent of her familiar feet wafted through the stockings again. I took a deep breath. Ah, this was the true scent of Mom's feet—
rich full-bodied. Mom saw all my reactions; she now knew her true allure: stockings.

From then on, Mom would wear stockings every day for me to play with. She knew my preferences and was willing to indulge them. She also sold her
used stockings online. Now, Mom knew how alluring her used stockings were; she washed her feet every two days, sometimes even less.
I asked Mom why, and she laughed, "That way, Xiaowen smells stronger." But I knew that the used stockings Mom wore this way were two or three times more expensive than
before . Many netizens commented online: "Aunt Ping, your stockings smell so good this time! They smell so strong and pure, like they were just taken off." But
the biggest beneficiary was still me, because Mom always wore her used stockings first, played with them by me, and then took them off and sealed them in plastic bags. Therefore, I
was Mom's first customer.

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