The Stocking-Clad Mother Humiliated by Her Classmates (Bonus Chapter)

Plot setup: Wang Fei is obsessed with sex with his mother, Xie Tingting, and gradually neglects Li Ruoxue; I (
Lin Sheng) use the fact that my mother (Li Ruoxue) was raped by Wang Fei to blackmail her into providing me with masturbation and leg sex services
. But how could I be satisfied with just that? After several lewd encounters, my mother finally falls into the abyss of incest...

Scene: Kitchen, rear entry. My mother is unable to resist because she is cooking.

My mother feels the danger approaching from behind. Because she is cooking, she cannot turn around and can only tightly close her legs
.

I lift my mother's skirt to her waist, revealing her slender, stockinged legs, which are straight and pressed together
. As I requested, she is not wearing underwear under her thin, transparent pantyhose.

I pull my shorts down to her feet in one go and insert my already hard penis
between my mother's plump, stockinged thighs, which are tightly pressed together in panic, and thrust hard towards the tip.

Even though her stockinged legs were tightly pressed together, putting pressure on my penis, the glans still managed to break through the barriers and kiss her labia through
the stockings . I felt the touch of her labia, and encouraged, I thrust my hips forward, once, twice
, three times… Each thrust pushed my penis deeper, the large glans gradually parting her labia, but still
not enough to penetrate the forbidden passage.

My mother endured the relentless harassment of my penis, and I even began to knead her nipples with my hands, a technique
completely unlike that of an inexperienced child, even more skilled than Wang Fei's. Under this double attack
, my mother's vagina began to become wet and warm, the delicate walls secreting a trickle that
flowed towards her labia, signaling that she was ready for intercourse.

Although there was a layer of stockings between us, my battle-hardened glans sensitively picked up this information,
driving my penis to launch an even more vigorous attack. My firm abdomen slammed against my mother's full buttocks with a
resounding slapping sound, as if intercourse had already begun.

Sensing my fierce onslaught, my mother was terrified. Hadn't we agreed to leg-fucking?
Why was her son's penis thrusting deeper and deeper, pounding against her stockinged buttocks like a wild beast? Was he trying to penetrate
her vagina ? But this was incest!

With her remaining reason, my mother vaguely sensed that after so much leg-fucking, I was
nearing my climax. So, ignoring the tingling sensation in her chest, she concentrated all her strength to clamp
her stockinged legs tightly together, attempting to create more friction for my penis and force it
to surrender .

My mother knew in her heart that incestuous sex with me was unacceptable, but the constant rubbing and pressing of my glans against her labia
was genuinely stimulating her genitals, causing her vagina to secrete more fluid, soaking the crotch of her pantyhose and flowing
downwards . This fluid, along with the pre-ejaculate secreted by my glans, lubricated the stockings at the base of her thighs,
eliminating any friction.

As the penetration between her stockinged thighs became smoother and her vaginal fluid increased
, my mother grew increasingly panicked. What should she do? At this rate, her son's enormous glans would break through her labia. Was
she really going to be violated and forced into incestuous sex today?

But her son's penis was noticeably larger than before, and the glans seemed hotter; he was probably about to ejaculate
. It seemed there was still a glimmer of hope. Just then, inexplicably, Mom remembered Wang Fei's
repeated ejaculations inside her vagina. Each time, the hot semen brought her to orgasm. What would
her son Even though his penis hadn't penetrated yet, would it ejaculate directly through
her soaked pantyhose and into her vagina? She was in her fertile period today; could she be pregnant…?
Oh no, at such a crucial moment, what was she thinking? Li Ruoxue felt ashamed and remorseful
, unaware that her subconscious incestuous thoughts with her son were also pushing her to the brink of orgasm.

I continued thrusting vigorously, each time my glans pushed upwards through the soaked pantyhose, touching
Mom 's soft labia, I felt the warm, moist air emanating from her vagina. Mom outwardly resisted, but her body
was already prepared. Damn it, so close, so close to inserting my penis into that forbidden garden and having a pleasurable incestuous sexual encounter with
Mom . Oh no, thinking this, my glans twitched, and I almost ejaculated. No
, I've endured so many days for this moment, I have to hold back a little longer. My glans can already push open
her labia, I must shoot all the thick semen I've accumulated into my mother's body.

This situation felt like a power struggle between a demure, stocking-clad mother and her lustful, enormous son
; whoever reaches orgasm first will win. But at this crucial moment, I felt
I was about to give in, and perhaps I wouldn't succeed today. Somewhat disappointed, I pushed my penis in again,
intending to ejaculate between her stockinged legs after a few thrusts, but I didn't expect that this unintentional thrust would
tip the scales of victory in my favor.

It turned out that this time, my glans hit her clitoris squarely. "Ah~" This sudden stimulation made
my mother let out a soft moan, her upper body stiffened, and the inner walls of her vagina began to contract rhythmically.
What to do? If she were to lose strength after her orgasm now, her son's penis would definitely penetrate her vagina, and all her previous efforts
would be in vain. No, she had to hold on. The mother was still resisting stubbornly, completely unaware
that her son behind her had a clear understanding of her situation.

I quietly pressed against the mother's back, and with my head on one side, I took her earlobe into my mouth, licking it as I mumbled
, "Mom, I won."

At the same time, my penis, which had already withdrawn a certain distance, launched another attack. This time, I slightly adjusted
my direction, not aiming at the center of her labia, but instead finding the direction of her clitoris and thrusting hard.

"Ah~ Don't... there..." The mother gasped, issuing a command to stop, but it was too late.
The heavy impact on her clitoris transformed into a nerve current signal, reaching deep into her vagina, triggering a flood of vaginal fluid.
The mother finally no longer needed to endure it; her mind went blank, and her tightly pressed, stockinged legs helplessly parted,
a large amount of hot, vaginal fluid soaking through the stockings and dripping onto the kitchen floor.

Feeling the pressure on my penis disappear, I adjusted its angle, aiming it at her labia, which were only separated by a layer of
pantyhose . Taking a deep breath, I pushed the large glans against the pantyhose and squeezed it directly into her wet, tight passage.
My mother and I had finally committed incest!

I was overjoyed, but unexpectedly, my mother's still-contracting vaginal walls, lingering from her orgasm, tightly gripped the pantyhose.
The intense pressure from all sides, combined with the exquisite feel of the stockings, finally brought me to the peak of pleasure. There
was no time for further thrusting; I wrapped my arms around my mother's upper body, using her breasts
as leverage to forcefully push my glans through her contracting, tight vagina, releasing the pent-up incestuous fluids accumulated over the past two weeks
deep into her forbidden garden. My mother, under the spray of hot semen, continued to experience
orgasms , her beautiful legs in stockings trembling uncontrollably. If I hadn't been holding her upper body, she probably would have collapsed to the ground
.

After more than ten ejaculations, I felt I had finally emptied my glans. But to my surprise,
my penis showed no signs of softening. Perhaps the stimulation of my first incestuous intercourse with my mother was too intense, or perhaps
I hadn't fully savored her sweet flower stem before my first ejaculation; in any case, my physical instincts led me to begin a second round of
incestuous intercourse with my mother.

My mother, gradually recovering from her climax in my arms, was surprised by the seamless intercourse. Feeling
the fullness and warmth inside her, she suddenly realized that because my penis hadn't left her vagina after ejaculation
, a large amount of semen couldn't flow out and was still filling her vagina and even her uterus.

"Please, Sheng, let go of Mom... Mom... needs... needs to take medicine..." my mother
pleaded helplessly.

"Mom, are you sick? What kind of medicine do you need?" I knew exactly what was going on and deliberately teased my mother.

"No... don't... let go of me..." my mother struggled even more fiercely.

"I won't let go until you tell me what medicine you need." I held my mother tightly, preventing her from escaping.

"I need... I need birth control pills..." my mother said the name of the medicine to her son in shame.

"Birth control pills? Why? Are you going to get pregnant?" I continued to play dumb.

"Yes... if I don't take the medicine... I'll get pregnant... please... let go..." my mother begged.

"Why are you pregnant?" I persisted, relentlessly pressing for an answer.

"...Ah...because...the semen...is still inside." Mom understood my intention;
she wouldn't give up until she said something so shameful.

"Oh, I see..." I replied, but showed no sign of loosening my grip.

"Sheng...are you satisfied now...let me go..." Mom pleaded again, thinking I had gotten a satisfactory
answer .

"What's wrong with being pregnant? I calculated the date long ago;
today I've been holding back for so long." I dropped the pretense, revealing my thoughts, shattering Mom's defenses
, while my penis pounded hard into her vagina.

"How could this be...Sheng...what are you saying...we're mother and son..." Hearing these words,
Mom nearly collapsed, crying in despair.

"If Wang Fei can do it, why can't I? From now on, Mom belongs only to me." I whispered
gently in my mother's ear, "I've thrown away all the birth control pills at home. Today, I'll ejaculate inside Mom
's uterus every time. Mom, just be a good girl and get pregnant with my child..."

A lustful, unfamiliar face was reflected in the smooth cabinet before her. Unable to accept that
the beast who wouldn't even spare his own mother was her son, Mom closed her eyes in despair, letting two streams of tears
slide her cheeks, which I greedily licked...

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Postscript:

I am an extreme stocking fetishist, especially for mature women's pantyhose.

Looking back, my stocking fetish probably developed gradually from some experiences during my adolescence. I

first encountered stockings in the first year of junior high school.

I vividly remember it was a summer afternoon; I had just woken up from a nap and was sitting on the living room sofa, lost in thought.

I inadvertently glanced into my parents' bedroom, and that one glance changed my life forever.

My mother had probably just woken up from her afternoon nap. She was sitting on the edge of the bed, one leg crossed, her skirt lifted to reveal
white cotton panties.

Perhaps she didn't notice the gaze outside the door, or perhaps she did but thought her son was too young to care.

She took a light, sheer stocking and slowly pulled it up from her calves to her thighs, the elasticated
top clinging to her upper thighs.

Then she pulled the top of the stocking up to smooth out the wrinkles. The sheer stocking
clung tightly to her legs like a transparent layer of skin, emitting a faint sheen.

Then my mother went to the other side of the room and disappeared through the crack in the door, leaving me outside, bewildered.

At the time, I didn't know what that sheer stocking was; it wasn't until much later that I learned it was called a stocking. But the feeling of
my penis is deeply etched in my memory; that must have been my first erection.

Getting an erection in front of my mother must have been incredibly shameful, but I certainly didn't have any improper thoughts.

Before that, I had no concept of sexual intercourse. Erection was simply
an instinctive reaction of a boy just beginning puberty, stimulated by the combined beauty of a woman's naked body and stockings.

Those were not very open times; there weren't many women wearing stockings on the street (even in some
occasions , students rarely encountered them), and the internet wasn't developed, so AV or pornographic information was scarce.

From that day on, a fetish for stockings existed in my subconscious, and I would unconsciously pay attention
to anything related to stockings.

To clarify, I had no improper thoughts about my mother. Firstly, my mother was
n't particularly attractive, and what attracted me was mainly stockings; my mother only wore them occasionally.

Secondly, such immoral acts were simply not in my mind. At that time, I
hadn't even heard the word "incest," let alone understood the thrill and pleasure of breaking taboos.

Therefore, my desire for stockings was mainly focused on other women. Then, in my fourth year of junior high
, another woman who changed my life entered my life.

In my fourth year, the entire grade was reorganized into classes, and I was assigned to a new class with a new English teacher.

She was probably between 30 and 35 years old. Although she wasn't the youngest female teacher in the school, for some reason
I thought she was the most charming (at that time, male students generally thought that the young female teachers in the school were the most beautiful
).

On one hand, it was because she occasionally wore stockings (mainly sheer stockings, since
it was considered too much for a teacher to wear black stockings at school in those days);

on the other hand, it was probably the mature charm of a young married woman (although I wasn't
fully ).

I was good at English and was lucky enough to become the English class representative, which gave me more opportunities to interact with her.

Whenever she wore a skirt, I would secretly scan her legs, thus developing a keen eye to spot
even the thinnest and most delicate sheer stockings.

After the middle school entrance exam, she opened a tutoring class specifically to help students prepare for high school English, and students in the class could
sign up voluntarily.

Later, only six students, including me, signed up, and because there were so few people, the class held the class at her home
.

On the last day of the tutoring class, I arrived early, before the other students. She happened
to have to go out for a while, so she told me to sit at home first.

I went into her bedroom without thinking; perhaps seeing my mother wearing stockings in her bedroom during the summer of my first year of middle school
made me subconsciously think that I could find stockings in my teacher's bedroom as well.

I nervously searched my bedroom for stockings, opening the closet but hesitant to rummage through it, only
to find nothing .

I walked to the dressing table, where an unopened garment lay. Having only ever seen
stockings worn on the legs before, I always imagined them as transparent, light, and long, flowing tulle, never
associating this small yellow knitted garment with stockings.

But when I picked it up and turned it over, my mind went blank.

The packaging read "Langsha Pantyhose," below which was an image of a woman's full hips and long legs
forming an S-curve, a layer of light, transparent tulle draped over her beautiful lower body, creating an elegant,
hazy beauty.

Especially the top of the stockings, from the thigh to the waistband, was even more intricate and opaque, clinging tightly to the
hidden crotch triangle, like a work of art that made one want to explore further.

I had always thought stockings were only thigh-high stockings; this was the first
time .

I couldn't help but recall the scene of wearing pantyhose on my teacher's legs. This stimulation caused my penis
to become fully engorged after only two or three throbs.

Standing stiffly in my bedroom, I didn't know what to do. Thinking it was the last day anyway, I boldly
took the pantyhose out of the bedroom, secretly put it in my schoolbag, and closed the door.

That day, I endured the ordeal with an erection, guiltily saying my final farewell to my junior high teacher.

I rushed back to my empty house, and as soon as I entered the bedroom, I pulled the pantyhose out of my schoolbag and unpacked it. Looking at
the brand-new skin-colored pantyhose, I was amazed at how such a small garment could completely cover my long, beautiful legs.

Inexplicably, I stripped off my clothes and began to put on the pantyhose. It took me quite a while to get it on completely,
feeling the rough texture of the pantyhose. My penis was fully engorged, and the pre-ejaculate fluid soaked the thick
crotch of the pantyhose.

To my shame, due to the lack of sex education resources at the time, I only knew that sexual intercourse between men and women involved the male's penis
entering the female's vagina. I'd never even seen a vagina or labia, yet I'd already mastered masturbation without a teacher.

I fantasized about inserting my penis between my teacher's pantyhose-clad legs and having intense
intercourse with her.

My hand rubbed my swollen penis through the pantyhose, and soon an uncontrollable urge to urinate filled my entire
penis.

I felt something was wrong, thinking I was about to pee, but instead, I experienced an even more pleasurable ejaculation, along with an
electric-like pleasure surging through the back of my head.

After the pleasure subsided, my mind went blank, and I felt a wet sensation in the crotch of the pantyhose, emitting
a smell similar to bleach; I later learned it was semen.

I took off the pantyhose, looked at the white, sticky patch in the crotch, felt a little nauseous, and threw it away.

These past events are somewhat shameful to talk about, but I believe I wasn't the only one who did this. I

only wore pantyhose once. Actually, wearing pantyhose didn't bring much pleasure; fantasizing about having sex with a woman in pantyhose
while masturbating became my secret.

Later, when high school became more demanding, the secret was buried again

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