My cousin's stockings

I am a true foot fetishist, a habit I've had for nearly twenty years, from kindergarten to university. At first, it was just a habit to look, so May to September each year became my perfect opportunity to admire women's delicate feet in stockings. But gradually, as the pleasure this fetish brought me grew, I became more than just satisfied with looking. I started fantasizing about picking up and touching every girl's feet I saw, and even roughly squeezing them. I desperately needed a pair of stockinged feet to satisfy my desires when I needed them. It was in this context that my second aunt came into my life. My
second aunt was a bank employee; she always wore a white top and a black skirt, and always had a pair of alluring pantyhose on her feet—thin, sheer, and irresistible. Every Sunday I would go to my maternal grandmother's house, and my second aunt would usually go too. My second aunt's child, my cousin, was studying in another city, and there wasn't much to take care of at home, so she would take a nap at my grandmother's house after lunch. Moreover, my second aunt suffered from severe neurasthenia and had to take sleeping pills before bed, and everyone was sleeping at noon. All of these circumstances provided me with the perfect opportunity.
When I discovered this, a wicked thought formed in my mind. What a perfect opportunity! One day not long after, I maliciously pushed open the door to my aunt's bedroom. Good heavens, she hadn't locked the door! What a golden opportunity! I couldn't believe it! My aunt lay quietly on the bed, her stockinged feet exposed to me without any defense. My aunt's stockinged feet belonged to me for the first time. I was in junior high school that year.
After that, I could enjoy that intoxicating pleasure almost every week. Even after I went to university, every Sunday when I came home for summer vacation, I could still relive that wonderful feeling. Everything was the same as before: the same room, the same stockinged feet, the same two people, the same game. My aunt's senses were still so dull. Perhaps it was the effect of sleeping pills. In dozens, even hundreds of times, she never woke up.
The most unforgettable thing happened on a Sunday last summer vacation. I went to my maternal grandmother's house, and as expected, my second aunt was already there. Her stockinged feet, freed from the constraints of sandals, lay quietly on the bed. My second aunt was talking to me (of course, she didn't know what I had done to her, so she was always very kind to me). My attention had already wandered away from our conversation, my eyes constantly glancing at those tender feet that I had touched and played with countless times! After my second aunt stopped talking to me, and because her gaze left me, I became even more brazen in staring at those feet. They were still so delicate, tender, and beautiful, just like years ago. Her stockinged feet hadn't changed at all. Underneath those gossamer-thin stockings, my second aunt's tender toes were slightly parted, with a few natural folds of stockings at the ankles and insteps. I swallowed hard, my penis already erect. I anxiously looked at the clock, hoping it would be nap time soon! I was so engrossed in watching my second aunt's feet that I didn't notice another pair of feet entering my field of vision, until the owner of those feet casually brushed her stockinged feet lightly. Then a clear voice rang out, "Grandma, I'm back." I was startled and looked up, only to find that it was also an exquisite pair of stockinged feet. I couldn't see the lace, only that it wasn't a pair of short socks, but I couldn't tell if it was a pair of stockings or pantyhose. Encased in those off-white stockings, those feet were just as alluring. It was my cousin, who was studying in another city, my second aunt's daughter. I was puzzled. Why had she brushed my second aunt's feet just now? Although she tried to act casual, I could tell she had deliberately touched them. Could it be that my cousin also had a foot fetish, and that her primary object of affection, like mine, was my second aunt?
Lunch break finally arrived, and everyone returned to their rooms. My aunt was, of course, still waiting for me to ravage her in that room. But today, she wasn't my only prey. Ever since I saw my cousin's stockinged feet, I'd been itching to get them. No wonder they're mother and daughter; their feet were so similar in size and shape! I wondered if they felt the same. Coincidentally, I noticed my two targets entering the same room one after the other. Haha, I was going to take them both! Although I was itching, I tried to calm myself down and waited a while. Today was an opportunity, but also a test, because my cousin doesn't take sleeping pills, so I had to be extra careful!
I waited for more than half an hour, guessing that the owners of both pairs of stockinged, tender feet were already asleep. So I gently pushed open the door, and the scene inside almost made me faint with excitement! My aunt was sleeping on the sofa, and my cousin was sleeping on the bed. I gently knocked on the door, but neither of them responded. The opportunity had arrived. I greedily gazed at those two beautiful sleeping feet... My aunt's flesh-colored stockings and my cousin's off-white stockings complemented each other beautifully. I hesitated for a moment, then decided to start with my longtime foot fetish. So I quietly approached my sleeping aunt, squatted down, and first gazed intently at her tender feet that had brought me countless joys over the years. Then, I passionately grasped her feet and gently stroked them, feeling the silky texture of my hands against her feet and enjoying their warm temperature. I was captivated. I played with and rubbed her pantyhose-clad feet to my heart's content, tickling the soles of her stockings with my fingers. This was my favorite feeling; I loved the rustling sound of her feet being tickled, the sensation of my fingernails against the stockings, and especially the reaction of my aunt's feet. Sure enough, her feet reacted. Due to the tingling, her toes curled up, revealing even more pronounced folds in her stockings. I gazed greedily at those exquisite feet, completely mesmerized. As I increased the pressure of my fingers, my aunt's stockinged feet reacted more strongly. Her toes would sometimes curl up, sometimes twitch, and her feet gradually began to avoid my fingers. Based on my years of experience, I knew she wouldn't wake up. My fingers followed her soles relentlessly; her feet couldn't escape my control. I savored the indescribable sensation of my nails touching her stockinged soles, listening to the rhythmic rustling sound. I couldn't help but press my face against her feet. My aunt was a clean freak; her feet didn't smell bad at all, just a distinctive stocking scent, exactly the kind I liked. Just as I was gazing at and playing with these incredibly tender feet, which I had once again ravaged, my cousin, lying on the bed, suddenly turned over. I then realized there was another person in the room. I looked at her; she was now facing away from me, her beige stockinged feet facing me, slightly twitching. Good heavens, were you seducing me? I suppressed the urge to pounce on her and slowly walked towards my cousin lying on the bed. "Don't blame me, little girl," I thought, as I gently and tentatively touched her foot. She didn't react at all. Haha, fast asleep. I couldn't wait to grasp her stockinged feet. Her warm body temperature emanated from the stockings. Not bad, she's definitely young, noticeably more energetic than my aunt. Only then did I satisfy my curiosity. Following her stockinged legs, I discovered she was also wearing a pair of breathtaking pantyhose. The feel of the mother and daughter's stockinged feet was indeed very similar. My cousin's feet were so soft that when I stroked them and tickled her soles, I actually... Unable to control my strength, I frantically tickled the soles of her feet. She writhed and rolled around on the bed in agony, clearly suffering from both itchiness and pain. A long time passed, and despite her agonizing ordeal, she remained unconscious. Consumed by lust, I had long abandoned reason. Admiring my cousin's beautiful, innocent face, I began frantically licking her feet. My increasingly intense desire made me oblivious to whether this would wake her. Just as I was losing control of my rising lust, I suddenly heard my aunt let out a soft "hmm." I knew, of course, that this was a sign she was about to wake up. Good times are always fleeting; several hours had passed without my noticing. My aunt was about to wake up—what should I do? But I was at the most crucial moment! I hesitated for a moment. I couldn't bear to leave these two women's pantyhose-clad, tender feet, so I reluctantly and quietly left, abandoning this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
A few days later, something happened that made me realize my choice that day was correct; otherwise, I probably would never have had the chance to get close to those two women with their tender feet in pantyhose. That day, my cousin (the one whose feet I touched) suddenly called me and asked me to come to her house. Although I was puzzled, I agreed. Her house was my aunt's house—the house of those two women with their tender feet in pantyhose! My uncle was a taxi driver and rarely home. Was this another opportunity for me? After lunch, I arrived at her house. Of course, I deliberately chose this time. My cousin opened the door for me. The moment I entered, I was captivated by her. A beautiful face, a mature figure, and those tender feet in pantyhose—how could one not have impure thoughts? Today she was wearing a pale yellow dress and a pair of seemingly new light pink pantyhose. My eyes couldn't leave her pantyhose-clad, tender feet. A burst of clear laughter startled me awake. "Look at you, silly! Come with me," my cousin said. I was flattered and followed her into the bedroom. The scene inside shocked me even more. My aunt was asleep on the bed, fully clothed, dressed as usual. Her flesh-colored pantyhose-clad feet were completely exposed, lying loosely on the bed, looking completely vulnerable. She was indeed asleep! Then something even more unbelievable happened, which also confirmed my long-held suspicions: my cousin was also a foot fetishist, and her primary foot fetish object was my aunt!
I could hardly believe my eyes. My cousin got into bed and rubbed her delicate feet, clad in light pink pantyhose, against my aunt's flesh-colored pantyhose, from the instep to the calf to the thigh. The friction between her pantyhose-clad feet and my aunt's legs created a beautiful, intoxicating sound. Watching these two pairs of delicate pantyhose-clad feet intertwined, my manhood became incredibly hard! My cousin is a foot fetishist, and without a doubt, she was seducing me! And she was probably awake the whole time I was touching her feet that day, otherwise how would she know my feelings for my aunt's feet? No wonder she couldn't wake up that day; she was pretending to be asleep from the beginning!
Just then, something even more exciting happened. My cousin picked up my aunt's silk-stockinged feet and began to caress them. Although I had expected this to happen, I was still incredibly excited. My eyes were glued to my aunt's silk-stockinged feet. My cousin would sometimes caress them and sometimes tickle their soles, just like the other day. She was chasing after my aunt's feet and tickling them. I was mesmerized. Then, my cousin bent down, lifted my aunt's feet a little higher, and gently sucked and licked them. I felt a surge of heat spread throughout my body. This was something I had wanted to do for years but had never dared to! My cousin seemed to read my mind. "You're afraid to do it because you're worried my mom will find out, right? Don't worry today, I've given her enough medicine, she won't wake up. It's on me today, you can do whatever you want to me and my mom." I was overjoyed and snatched my aunt's foot without hesitation, licking it with abandon. She didn't wake up, or even react much. Her pantyhose-clad feet were soaked in no time, but I still couldn't bear to let go, licking them over and over again. My indifferent attitude seemed to anger my cousin. Suddenly, her pink stockinged foot was placed on my tongue, teasing me. I had no choice but to put down my aunt's foot and start playing with my cousin's. My cousin scolded me, "Aren't you grateful? Are my feet really inferior to a forty-year-old woman's?" Her words piqued my curiosity. How did her foot fetish begin? My cousin hesitated for a moment, but still answered me truthfully. It turned out that when she was very young, she accidentally saw her uncle playing with and tormenting her aunt's stockinged feet. She became curious and, while her aunt was asleep, she imitated her uncle and touched her aunt's stockinged feet. From then on, she could never get rid of the temptation of this feeling and touched her aunt's feet many times, becoming a complete foot fetishist. Her methods gradually developed from simple touching to tickling the soles of the feet, licking the feet, and so on. She also admitted that she was pretending to be asleep that day and told me that she originally wanted to touch her feet, but I beat her to it. However, she enjoyed the even more wonderful feeling of being touched on the feet. As I listened, I stroked my cousin's stockinged feet and tickled her soles. Watching her perfectly coordinated movements, I asked, "How many times have your feet been touched?" My cousin chuckled, "You're quite the expert, knowing my feet aren't new to being touched. How many times have I been touched? I can't even remember. Anyway, many boys did this to me when I was in school, but none of them were as skilled as you. It felt so good, even though it was ticklish, it was a real pleasure!"
And so I spent an unforgettable afternoon. Before leaving, I removed the mother and daughter's stockings—they were priceless! In the days that followed, these two pairs of stockings became my primary targets for venting. Whenever I saw them, I thought of their owner's alluring feet and that wonderful afternoon. Of course, with my cousin's help, I experienced the same thing many more times, and my aunt never questioned the whereabouts of the stockings that had disappeared while she was sleeping. My second aunt, my cousin, your tender feet in pantyhose are something I will never forget!

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