For as long as I can remember I've been obsessed with my mother's legs. My very first wank was brought on by the sight of her curvaceous stockinged legs in high heels. She also liked to wear knee high black leather boots which would send me into a frenzy. I once saw walked past her room while she was getting ready for bed and saw through the gap in the door that she was wearing those boots and nothing else! Needless to say my dad fucked her senseless that night and I listened with my ear to the wall, wishing it was my cock for fucking her beautiful curvaceous body.
I longed to kiss her stockinged legs and often fantasised about it but when I came to realise that i'd never get the chance to do such a thing, I decided that the next best thing would be to kiss and touch my own legs while wearing her stockings and I would imagine that I was kissing my own mum's legs.
Putting on her black nylon seamed stockings and cheap looking white suspenders would give me such an adrenaline rush. The fear of getting caught coupled with the feeling of being close to those beautiful legs of hers would be enough to make my heart race and my cock rock hard.
One day I decided to wear those knee high black leather boots as well as her black nylon seamed stockings and cheap looking white suspenders. I was in a world of my own writhing in ecstasy on her bed wanking myself off while touching and kissing her stockings and boots and imagining I was kissing my goddess-like mother whom i worshiped.
I was so wrapped up in my own fantasy I had failed to her my mum coming in through the front door and up the stairs. I got the fright of my life when she walked in through the door and so did she!
"It's not what it looks like!" I protested.
Before I knew it she was snapping pics of me with her mobile phone.
"What ARE you doing? You really do look pathetic. I had an idea you'd been doing this, my stockings have been out of shape and full of your hairs. And anyway you're way too hairy to be a convincing tranny. Noone is gonna want you looking like that!"
"But mummy I don't want to be a tranny. I'm obsessed with your beautiful legs and this was the only way I could get close to them, by wearing your stockings, touching my legs and imagining that im touching your legs."
"You really are a twisted sick little shit."
"It's your fault mummy, you're always showing off your stockinged legs and crossing your legs showing your stocking tops and bending over in front of me trying to turn me on."
"I can wear what the hell I like. Don't blame me for your weird obsession!"
"Mum i want to fuck you so badly. I think about your legs every night when I'm alone in bed. Can't you see im so desperate mum you gotta help me out."
"There is no way in the world you're ever gonna fuck me so you can forget that idea. But I suppose I could maybe wank you off but on one condition"
"What's that mummy?" I asked with baited breath.
"Don't tell your father but on Friday nights, I go to sex parties and they are looking for a tranny to abuse in their dungeon. Some of the men like to take out their frustration on the women after a hard week's work. We don't need that shit, so if they want rough sex we tell them to use the tranny in the dungeon but in the last couple of weeks noone wants to be the tranny. I reckon you could be quite convincing as your quite short and slim and you have girly eyes. We just need to shave off all that body hair and get you a nice wig."
There was no way I was gonna do that so I agreed with whatever she said as i was desperate for her to wank me off.
She wanked my like a pro, pulling up her skirt to show her beautiful perfectly formed stockinged legs and i thanked her countless times saying i had always dreamed of this moment. I spunked my load in no time at all and it came out with such a force that it splattered in my face.
Mum laughed and helped me clean up. She said I could keep the stockings and suspenders but she wanted the boots back. I told her that's fine cos I loved seeing her in them!
Later on i told her I had no intention of being the tranny in the dungeon at her Friday night parties.
Her response sent a shiver down my spine.
"Either you come with me to the part of Friday or I send out photos to all your friends of you looking ridiculous in your mother's underwear. The choice is yours!"