My mother-in-law is an attractive mature lady of 63. She is slim build and, most importantly, is of an older school of ladies who wear tights everyday, even under trousers. I have often fooled around with her, grabbing her arse when kissing goodbye etc, touching her nylon clad legs when out at parties, all of which were taken in good humour and a playful slap.
Anne had asked me round to fix a problem on her computer, quite a regular occurrence! And so I went up to her office and booted up the PC to see what she had done this time. After 20 minutes or so of messing around, I called her up to show her what I had done.
She came into her office and I briefly glanced down and noticed her barely black nylon covered feet exposed beneath her trousers. I jokingly patted my lap and told her to sit down, she laughed it off but I persisted and she sat on my lap as I explained what I had done to her PC.
As she sat on my lap I rested one hand on her thigh and with the other hand I used the mouse and explained what she needed to do in future. Without realising it, my hand on her thigh started stroking, feeling the trousers move over the sheer nylon beneath. I could tell she was feeling a little uncomfortable and then I could feel my erection growing and forming a bulge in my jeans which I could tell she could feel.
She quickly decided that it would be better to sit on the chair next to me and moved off of my lap, I could feel my face flush red as she glanced down at my highly visible bulge as I prayed for it to go down quickly.
I stammered as I tried to carry on explaining about her computer and as she leaned forward to look at the screen, she rested her hand on my bulge and began stroking me. I carried on explaining, seemingly pretending to ignore what was happening as Anne listened intently, clearly enjoying my uncomfortable body language.
I asked her what she was doing and she just smiled and said that I had been groping her for years, wasn’t it about time that she had a feel of me? Whilst she played with my bulge she asked me if I really fancied her or whether I was just messing about. I told her that I had always found her attractive and confessed that I had a massive tights fetish, often “borrowing” some of hers from the dirty laundry basket.
She took her hand away and looked shocked, I quickly wished that I hadn’t said anything but she seemed to get over the initial shock quite quickly and changed to being intrigued. She asked me lots of questions about my tights fetish; what I had done with her tights, did I enjoy wearing, did I like other men in tights etc. I answered all honestly, relaxing more as the conversation went on and Anne seemed to be taking a genuine interest.
Anne got up and left the room, returning with a pair of her worn tights, she asked me to put them on so she could see what they looked like on a man. I took off my jeans and began to pull them on, she stopped me and asked if I always wore them over my boxer shorts, I blushed once more and said that I didn’t, that I liked the feeling against my cock.
She placed her hands on the top of my boxer shorts and pulled them down to my ankles, freeing my very hard erection that pointed towards her then she told me to put the tights on properly, as I would to enjoy them.
I could hear Anne’s breathing as she watched me roll one leg of the tights up before pulling them over my toes, past my heel and up to my thigh. She seemed transfixed as I carefully rolled the other leg and slipped it over my foot, the nylon sliding over my legs and up to my thigh. I stood before Anne and pulled the nylon up over my hard cock and around my waist forming a nylon tent which I could see Anne staring intently at.
Anne smiled as I stood silently, thoughts running through my head as to what I was doing and that there could never ever be any going back from this situation. I looked Anne in the eyes and asked her if she intended to return the favour and remove her trousers. She laughed and said that I wouldn’t want to see her old legs. I assured her that I wouldn’t be standing in front of her with a huge erection, wearing her tights, if I didn’t want to see her.
I took her hand and led her to the bedroom, pulling the curtains to keep our privacy and turning the light on. I told her to take her trousers off and as she did so I took off my T-Shirt so that I was standing in front of her with only a pair of her barely black tights on. Anne unbuttoned her trousers and let them fall to the floor, a sight that I had longed to see for many years.
I stepped towards her and lifted her T-Shirt over her head and reached around the back to unbutton her bra, exposing her slightly saggy breasts. Anne covered them with her arms, embarrassed by their appearance, I reassured her that I was fully aware that she was 63 years old and that it wasn’t anything unexpected, I explained that I still found older women attractive.
I began kissing her neck as my hands slid up her tights covered thighs, she moaned in pleasure as I could feel her relaxing. She whispered into my ear that what we were doing was so wrong and that she wasn’t sure she could look her daughter in the face after this. I whispered back telling her not to worry, to just relax and enjoy what was happening, I told her that this was just a bit of fun and didn’t change anything between us.
My fingers traced up her inner thigh and began to massage her pussy though the crotch of her tights and knickers. Anne ran her hands all over my nylon covered buttocks and round to the front before stroking me and jerking me through the tights and we kissed passionately as we both began to release our inhibitions, the passion building as our hands explored each others bodies.
I pushed Anne onto the bed and began kissing down her body, gently biting her nipples as my fingers continued to massage her mound through the tights and knickers.
Anne’s breathing quickened as I kissed further down her body, kissing her inner thighs then down to her toes where I took them into my mouth, sucking, kissing and biting them as she writhed on the bed in ecstasy. I kissed her ankles, moving back up her legs, kissing all the way to the crotch where I teasingly flicked a tongue briefly over her covered pussy before looking up at her and smiling.
Anne gripped the duvet in her fists as I began to lick then as I pulled away she looked down, her face tormented as she asked me what was wrong. I smiled and asked her if she had ever been licked before, she blushed as she admitted that my father-in-law was not one to do that sort of thing. I consoled her and told her that I would do something to her that she would never forget then and then asked her if she had ever sucked cock before, again she blushed as it became apparent that missionary sex was all she had ever experienced.
I moved down between her thighs, my tongue pushing harder into her crotch, forcing the nylon of her tights and knickers inside her. Anne moaned in pleasure and held my head tightly, pulling me into her crotch as her hips bucked and she began to grind her crotch onto my face.
I released her hands from the back of my head and smiled at her, she apologised for getting carried away but I told her not to worry and smiled as I reached into her crotch and ripped open her tights. I pushed a finger past her knickers deep inside her moist pussy as she took a sharp intake of breath, through her head back and closed her eyes.
I said to her that she would enjoy the next bit as I pulled her knickers to one side and began licking her through the hole in her tights. Anne’s hands once again grabbed fistfuls of duvet as she lay with her eyes closed, grinding her crotch in my face. I pushed my tongue deep inside her moving from fucking her with it to gently flicking it over her clit as the intensity of her moaning began to increase.