Stocking Love in College

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I'm in college now, and I feel like my mom doesn't let me touch her as often anymore. Maybe she knows I'm grown up and should have my own private life. But sometimes when I come home each month, I still really want to touch her beautiful legs and buttocks in stockings, and I still rub my penis against her from behind to stimulate myself until I ejaculate. My mom likes to rub her vulva against my penis from the front, then stuff her breasts into my mouth, and finally collapse on top of me with a moan. So every month I still look forward to going home. My mom says, "You have to study hard. We can't keep doing this. Even though I want it, I can take care of it myself. Does my mom masturbate too?" I promised my mom I would study hard and not think about anything else. My mom said that if I get good grades, she will buy me more sexy lingerie and stockings to wear as a reward. I made up my mind to study hard.
College has distracted me from stockings, because most of the girls are girls, and some are fashionable. Although I've seen them wearing pantyhose, I never feel the same way as with my mom. Maybe I prefer mature, older women wearing stockings. Finally, I encountered what I desired. The university had many adult education and self-
study students; they mostly lived in separate dorm rooms, but shared an apartment building. This meant their living quarters were different from undergraduate students', and male students could freely enter and exit. Once, a classmate took me to see his sister, who happened to be studying in adult education. So, as soon as I entered the dorm, I noticed the girls were more mature and dressed more fashionably.
My classmate led me to the girls' floor. Just as I turned the corner, I knew I saw what I wanted—the pent-up desire. The wire railings in the hallway were covered with girls' clothes: all kinds of bras, all kinds of underwear—cute, sexy—but my favorite was pantyhose. Many pairs of pantyhose hung there, flesh-colored, black, gray, swaying in the breeze. I… I'd never seen anything so exhilarating. I was completely stunned. My classmate told me to wait at the door while he went inside to find his sister. But it was at that moment that I made the first mistake of my life. I spotted a pair of pantyhose—thin, flesh-colored, without a crotch, identical inside out. They were hanging on the same hanger as a pair of lace panties. Because the pantyhose were quite long, even though the wire fence was high, I stood on tiptoe and reached out to touch them. They were incredibly soft and silky. My penis was already hard. That was the feeling. I don't know how I got so impulsive, but I grabbed the toes of the pantyhose and pulled them down. There was a thud, and the hanger fell to the ground. I quickly picked up the pantyhose and panties and stuffed them inside my jacket. They were completely invisible, and no one saw me. I immediately ran like a madman, running and running until I reached a small grove of trees. My heart was pounding. After ten minutes, I didn't hear anything, so I finally felt relieved and went back to my dorm.
Finally, when the lights went out at night, I was naked in bed. Using the outside light, I started to play with my prey. Sure enough, the panties were lace-trimmed, semi-transparent, and elastic. The woman's private parts had some yellowish-white stains from not washing properly. This woman was definitely not a virgin, and she was quite slutty. Who told you to dress so sexy? I immediately put the woman's panties on myself. My penis was already hard, and the elastic panties wouldn't be uncomfortable at all; on the contrary, they would stimulate my glans. I fantasized about how slutty and beautiful this woman must be. In just one moment, I ejaculated, all over the panties. I usually don't play with prey like this a second time; I usually just throw them away after I'm done. I took off the panties. The quality of these panties was not bad, what a pity. But it's inconvenient for me to wash them, so I had no choice.
While playing with the underwear, I was also caressing the stockings, even deliberately sucking on the crotch area, as if I could smell the woman's scent, though mixed with laundry detergent, it wasn't too bad. After taking off the underwear, I quickly put on the pantyhose. The stockings fit perfectly because I'm not very tall or fat, so I could wear them. The stockings clung tightly to my skin, stimulating my sensitive skin, and my penis was also stimulated by the stockings. I stroked my genitals through the stockings, as if imagining I was stroking the unseen owner of the stockings. After a spasm, I ejaculated again, the stockings covered in white fluid. Satisfied, I cleaned myself up and fell asleep exhausted. I slept soundly that night and even had a dream: I dreamt of stealing stockings again in my next operation.
From then on, I often used excuses to go find people, and to satisfy my desires, I repeatedly stole women's beloved stockings. Occasionally, I would hear, "Who is this? Stealing stockings, stealing underwear, what a pervert!" At those times, I would secretly chuckle, thinking, "You're still complaining? I'll steal yours next time."
My four years of university were spent in this perversion and desire. Luckily, I was never caught.
Because I always acted only when I was sure of success. But now, thinking back, it's a bit scary (please don't imitate this).
Of course, I never mentioned any of this to my mother. At home, we always comforted each other. But after graduating from university, my mother turned 40, and she formally told me to stop this behavior because she was getting old and tired. She said she would tell me if she really needed to. Actually, I know my mother was afraid it would affect my ability to find a girlfriend. To be honest, I didn't want to find a girlfriend to satisfy my stocking desires. What if my girlfriend didn't like wearing stockings?
So I preferred to spend my time in this situation where there were opportunities every day, and perhaps I could still find great comfort in it.

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