My Story with Aunt Wang About Stockings

I don't know when I started liking stockings, but I was very young then. I have five older sisters and I'm the only boy in the family. As the youngest, I was very precious to my family, and everyone doted on me. When I was born, my parents were almost forty, and my eldest sister was eighteen and about to graduate from high school. My father was the CEO of a foreign trade company and often traveled for work. Because of my father, my mother was a businesswoman, and our family was always well-off, one of the wealthiest in our city.
Because my parents were both very busy, we hired a nanny when I was about seven or eight years old. The nanny was in her thirties and was the spouse of one of my father's employees. Since she hadn't worked, my father asked her to come and help us. He felt more at ease knowing she was there, and since we were acquaintances, he figured she would be more attentive. The nanny's surname was Wang, and she was quite beautiful with a good figure. When she first came to our house, she wore a white suit, white lace-up mid-heeled shoes, and flesh-colored stockings. I remember her very well. Because my father's company paid well and offered good benefits, the nanny also dressed very elegantly. Because I was well-behaved and had a sweet tongue, Aunt Wang doted on me the most among my siblings and me. I often spent time with her, and people said we were like mother and son.
That summer, my parents went abroad on business and asked Aunt Wang to take care of us before they left. So Aunt Wang brought her daughter with her and let them live with us. Her daughter, Tingting, was thirteen or fourteen years old and looked a lot like her. She spoke sweetly and was already familiar with us, so we became even closer. Because there weren't enough beds, and I was still quite young at the time, I slept with Aunt Wang and her daughter in my parents' room. Aunt Wang loved wearing stockings, and so did her daughter. They wore different flesh-colored or gray stockings every day, and sometimes even black ones. Once, I asked Aunt Wang, "Why do you wear so many long stockings every day?" She smiled and said, "Long stockings look good and are very comfortable. You can touch them if you don't believe me." As she spoke, she took my hand and rubbed it against her stockinged leg for a while. I felt it was smooth and delicate, and her legs, wrapped in the shimmering stockings, were indeed very beautiful. I didn't say anything at the time, but I secretly hoped to touch it a little longer because it really felt very comfortable. From then on, I developed a fondness for stockings and started paying attention to them. Every time I saw stockings, I felt a strange unease.
Aunt Wang had many children and a lot of things to do every day. Sometimes, she wouldn't have time to wash her stockings and would just leave them lying around in the room—on the bedside table, in the wardrobe, or on the sofa. One day at noon, after we finished eating, she was busy tidying up and told us to take a nap. I went back to my room with Tingting and went to bed. Tingting and I each slept at one end of the bed. Aunt Wang, worried we wouldn't sleep, ordered us not to talk. Tingting and I each wrapped ourselves in a thin blanket and went to sleep, but I couldn't fall asleep and kept tossing and turning. Suddenly, I felt something under the blanket. I took it out and saw it was Aunt Wang's flesh-colored stocking. For some reason, I froze for a moment, then suddenly brought it to my nose and smelled it! This stocking was one Aunt Wang had taken off and hadn't washed. It had a faint, not foul, but very peculiar smell. I nervously smelled and looked at it. The toe area was a little stiff and had faint yellowish marks, probably from her high heels. The stockings were often rolled up in a ring shape, with some snags, showing that the auntie wore them very carefully. As I looked at them, I suddenly felt something was wrong a little below my lower abdomen. It didn't hurt, but it was just uncomfortable. I held Auntie Wang's stockings and turned them over and over for a while, not knowing what to do. Suddenly, without any instruction, I instinctively used the hand holding the stockings to touch down there... When I put the stockings over my lower body, I suddenly felt good! When I looked down at Auntie Wang's stockings on my lower body, it felt like I was tightly holding Auntie Wang's stockinged legs, and I was stroking Auntie Wang's stockings just like that day... At that time, I didn't understand much. I was just touching my lower body covered by the stockings, rubbing and kneading randomly, enjoying it with my eyes closed. Auntie Wang finished tidying up and came back to the room. Before I could react, she lifted the blanket and got into bed. I screamed. Auntie Wang thought I was asleep and quickly looked at me. Oh my god, she followed my moving hand and saw her stockings on my lower body! I remember Aunt Wang paused for a moment, then looked at me and then at Tingting, who was sleeping, and said, "What's wrong with you?" She reached out and removed my stockings, glanced at my erect penis, and blushed, saying, "These are Auntie's stockings! What are you doing?" My face turned bright red, and I felt incredibly embarrassed, stammering. Aunt Wang lay down and covered us both with a blanket, whispering, "These are stockings, they're for wearing on your feet. Don't play around with them. Auntie's worn them all day, they're not clean." I mumbled a reply and turned away, pretending to be asleep. After a while, I heard Aunt Wang chuckle softly behind me...
After this harrowing experience, Aunt Wang didn't seem to take it to heart, except she washed her stockings more frequently. And my obsession with stockings officially began.
One day, Aunt Wang went out to buy groceries, and my sisters and Tingting had all gone out to play, leaving me alone at home. Watching the boring TV, I suddenly realized this was a perfect opportunity. I quickly went to the box where Aunt Wang kept her clean clothes and gently lifted it. Several pieces of her and Tingting's underwear were neatly placed on it. I flipped through them and found several pairs of her and Tingting's stockings. Since we lived together, I could recognize which pair of stockings belonged to Aunt Wang. (To be honest, I don't know why I wasn't interested in Tingting's stockings.) I took out a pair of Aunt Wang's flesh-colored stockings and a pair of crystal short stockings that she often wore when doing housework. By this time, I already knew how to play with stockings.
I used two crystal short stockings to cover my lower body, then wrapped a flesh-colored stocking around it, and put the other stocking on my hand. While exercising, I continued rummaging through Aunt Wang's suitcase. There were quite a few stockings, about seven or eight pairs, all long stockings in flesh, black, and light gray. At the bottom of the suitcase, I suddenly found a pair of stockings that looked different from the others. I took them out and saw that they were stockings with a waistband! Now I know they are pantyhose, but they were rare back then. I suddenly felt very excited; these stockings were so sexy, and I had never seen Aunt Wang wear them before. I stopped what I was doing and looked at the black pantyhose. I suddenly had an urge to put them on, so I carefully rolled up one leg and slowly put them on my toes... After putting on the stockings, I went to the living room and looked in the full-length mirror. I was shocked by what I saw! They were ultra-thin, transparent stockings. I didn't know what material they were made of, but they felt very smooth against my skin and weren't too tight. The tantalizing glimpses of black skin gave it a mysterious glow; no wonder Aunt Wang said she liked wearing stockings. I looked in the mirror for a while and felt that the person in the mirror was the beautiful Aunt Wang. Imagining her in stockings made my erection even more pronounced. But something seemed off. After a moment's thought, I realized that perhaps wearing Aunt Wang's high heels would make it even more convincing. So I went to the hallway to find Aunt Wang's high heels. She has several pairs of shoes in our house, the sexiest of which is a pair of black, rhinestone-studded, open-toe, strappy high-heeled sandals. Because the heels are very high, probably ten centimeters, she doesn't wear them often. I checked, and sure enough, they were there! I picked up the shoes and examined them closely. They looked quite new, except for faint creases on the toe area. The heels were thin metal. I bent down and put on Aunt Wang's high heels. Since my feet are small, her size 35 fit perfectly. After putting them on, I tiptoed to the mirror and looked again. No wonder women wear high heels with stockings! Stockings and high heels are a perfect match! Looking at my reflection in the mirror, swaying gracefully as I put on stockings and heels for the first time, I thought: How sexy Aunt Wang would be in these! Because I was worried about them coming back, I didn't linger. I walked into the room wearing Aunt Wang's stockings and high heels, intending to take them off and change quickly. As I squatted down in front of the suitcase, about to take off my shoes, I suddenly became interested in Aunt Wang and Tingting's underwear inside: since I was already wearing stockings and high heels, I might as well wear Aunt Wang's bra and panties too! Let me fully experience intimate contact with Aunt Wang. Thinking this, I quickly picked out a black lace bra and black panties. Because I didn't know how to put on a bra, it took a little effort to get it on. I was still young then, and Aunt Wang's bra didn't feel too tight; in fact, it felt quite comfortable. The panties were also very form-fitting; my lower body wasn't very large, so it didn't feel uncomfortable. After putting them on, I felt like I was floating! I suppressed my excitement and went back to the living room mirror to examine myself again. Looking at myself in the mirror, dressed in a sexy black outfit, I was speechless. Black stockings, ten-centimeter black strappy heels, a black lace bra, and sexy black panties—I was practically a sex goddess! The deadly pleasure created by Aunt Wang's form-fitting clothes made my hand, still wearing one of Aunt Wang's flesh-colored stockings, involuntarily reach down to my lower body… Just as I was reveling in my reflection, I heard the sound of a key turning in the door! Good heavens! Almost without thinking, I saw Aunt Wang standing in the doorway, carrying a huge pile of groceries, staring at me in disbelief! My mind went blank; I only remember shouting, "What's wrong with you! Why didn't you knock before coming in!" Then I rushed into the house, but in my haste, I forgot I was still wearing Aunt Wang's high heels! I lost my balance and fell to the ground. Aunt Wang exclaimed, quickly closed the door, and ran to my side to help me up, saying, "I'm so sorry, so sorry, slow down!"
Wearing Aunt Wang's stockings, lingerie, and high heels, I was helped to the bedside. It was only a few steps, but the feeling was indescribable! After sitting down on the bed, I lowered my head, not even having the courage to take off my clothes. We both stood there stunned for a long time before I heard what was probably the most beautiful voice I'd ever heard: "You look so good in this outfit!" Aunt Wang said, then sat down next to me and said, "I'm afraid even Tingting wouldn't look as good in it as you. The heels are too high, though; a lower heel would be better. And this black bra doesn't suit you. Hmm, a flesh-colored or pink one might be better." "Your skin is so fair, black is too glaring," she joked as she bent down, lifted my legs, and placed them on her lap to take off her high heels, saying, "You have to be careful walking in high heels; twisting your ankle is terrible!" How could I dare look at her? I just kept my head down and didn't say anything. Aunt Wang leaned close to my ear and said, "Xiao Jie, you look really good in stockings and high heels, but you have to be careful not to let anyone see you. This is our secret, okay?" I looked up in confusion. She continued, "You like Auntie's stockings and underwear, right? That's fine. You can wear them when no one's home, but you have to tell me first. Otherwise, it won't be good if someone sees or hears about it." I looked up at her for a long time. She seemed very serious and not mocking me. I hesitated for a while before finally saying, "Okay."
After Aunt Wang helped me take off my high heels, she gently massaged my feet, which were covered in her black pantyhose, and asked, "Are you feeling better?" I quickly replied, "Yes, yes." Then Aunt Wang said, "Then I'll take them off for you." As she spoke, she held the top of the pantyhose and gently pulled it down. When the pantyhose came down to my thighs, she saw her flesh-colored stockings wrapped around my lower body. She hesitated for a moment, then quickly removed the stockings wrapped around me. When only two short crystal stockings remained, she said, "You can take them off yourself." Overwhelmed with shame, I quickly pulled off my bra and panties, leaving me standing there, completely exposed. Aunt Wang laughed, "Little Jie, you've really grown up!"
She then quickly removed my bra and panties, saying, "Hurry up and change your clothes and rest for a while." With that, she turned and left, closing the door behind her.
I was left standing there, stunned, for a long time, feeling a mix of emotions.

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