Beautiful mom in stockings

[Beautiful Mom in Stockings] [The End]
My mother, Ding Ping, is a dance teacher at a middle school. She's a stunningly beautiful woman! Naturally beautiful, she has an elegant and captivating face, fair and delicate skin, and alluring, sexy lips. She truly possesses a beauty that could rival the most beautiful women in the world.

Time seems to have left no trace on her face. Not only is she beautiful, but she also maintains a sexy and alluring figure. At 1.68 meters tall, with a perfect 35-23-34 figure, she exudes a mature and charming allure.

My mother's voluptuous figure, slender waist, and sexy legs encased in stockings exude a mature woman's allure. Coupled with her captivating voice, no one believes she's thirty-eight. Everyone who has seen her thinks she's only twenty-five or twenty-six. My mother often wears suits, just like any other white-collar woman, and she especially loves short skirts with stockings and high heels.

My father works for a foreign company and was sent abroad for training last year, not returning for another year. So now it's just my mother and me at home. I'm 18 this year. When I was in junior high, I began to understand matters between men and women, and with a strong desire for sex, I naturally developed sexual fantasies about my beautiful and sexy mother. I love seeing her in summer clothes—short skirts paired with stockings and high heels—looking dashing and incredibly sexy, full of intellectual beauty.

I often fantasize about pinning my mother, dressed in a sexy short skirt, alluring stockings, and high heels, beneath me, roughly tearing her clothes, and then enjoying her beautiful body to my heart's content. However, under my mother's strict discipline, I couldn't properly engage with such matters. I could only often steal my mother's silk underwear and stockings to masturbate.

Once, I read an article about incest in an adult magazine. The boy in the article, like me, deeply loved his beautiful mother. To win her over, he lured her to a deserted area under the guise of a picnic and raped her. As a result, his mother became pregnant with his child. In the end, his mother divorced his father and married him. Later, the mother and son lived a very happy life. After reading this, I couldn't calm down for a long time. Why couldn't I do that?

So, I devised a plan that would allow me to rape my mother and impregnate her with my child. I spent a long time refining and preparing my plan, making it as perfect as possible. But I never dared to implement it because I was afraid it would harm my mother. Until that night… I remember that night I was woken up by the urge to urinate and got up to go to the bathroom. As I walked through the living room and passed my mother's room, I suddenly heard a faint groan from her. Although it was very soft, I still heard it. I thought something had happened to my mother, so I opened the door to her room. When I looked at my mother on the bed with sleepy eyes, in an instant… My sleepiness vanished instantly, and I stared wide-eyed. In the soft light, I saw my mother lying on the bed, her light pink nightgown disheveled and open, revealing her full, white breasts. Her underwear was pulled down to her ankles, and her right hand was stroking her dark, curly pubic hair below her abdomen, while her left hand kneaded her firm breasts. A shy expression graced her face, and she was moaning softly.

This sudden sight made my heart pound. I quickly and quietly closed the door. Thankfully, my mother didn't notice. After closing the door, I desperately tried to suppress my urges. I knew my mother was masturbating; she was, after all, a young woman in the prime of her youth, and she deeply craved the intimacy and affection of a man.

With Dad away from home for extended periods, Mom naturally experienced sexual frustration with nowhere to release it, which must have been very painful. Since that was the case, I decided to comfort her lonely body. I believed Mom wouldn't blame me; she might even thank me.

It was a morning in July, and I decided to put my plan into action. So I suggested Mom come with me to Tiger Mountain, and she happily agreed. Then Mom went back to change!

Ten minutes later, Mom was wearing a beige suit, the skirt just covering her full, rounded buttocks, with a thin white gauze blouse underneath. The blouse was so thin that you could even see the lace trim of her bra. Underneath her flesh-colored stockings were white buckled thong sandals.

I was incredibly excited because I loved seeing my mom in short skirts, stockings, and high heels. The thought of her soon wearing that outfit and writhing before me made me hard. I hugged her waist and spun her around twice, praising her, "Mom, you're so beautiful, like an angel! If you weren't my mom, I would definitely pursue you and make you my wife!" My mom blushed and said, "Put me down! What do you know, you're just a kid!" My mom always considered our hugs as an expression of motherly love, but she didn't notice the fleeting glint of lust in my eyes. After a few more jokes with her, I packed my clothes and belongings and left. She even locked the door before leaving, but she never imagined that when we returned, our lives would have completely changed.

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