“Oh, I forgot about those, very pretty. You have to put them on me though.” she said softly looking up at me. Even in her doped-up state, she was still able to call me on my long time pantyhose crush.
I waited for this moment for many years. I finally got an excuse to roll that sweet nylon up those sexy little legs. I straightened the seems across her painted toes and they looked amazing. The light reflected a silky sheen from her dainty feet, all the way up her gorgeous thighs. I didn’t even bother putting underwear on her first and Mom said nothing the whole time.
Afterwards it was back to the couch for TV, a foot message, and off to sleep. I wasn’t sure how much sleep I would be getting after an experience like that. Mom was probably to stoned to remember any of it, But I sure did. After she fell instantly asleep I felt the need to untie her robe so I could just enjoy the sight of my mother’s pantie-less, nylon coated legs all night. It took everything I had not to start masturbating right there next to her. Part of me wondered how much of her I could touch inappropriately and for how long? If it weren’t for her stockings being in the way, there was a good chance I could at least finger her pussy. What was happening to me?
More days went by and Mom and I kept going through our daily routines. I’m still not exactly sure if Mom remembered any of our shower scene together. She would occasionally make some kind of flirtatious remark or accidentally expose herself from beneath that robe. Mom was even letting me change her hosiery on a nightly basis now. High or not she got a kick out of letting me touch her in some way more and more. I didn’t mind it either. It was like I was getting gradually more comfortable seeing and touching her all the time now.
Still being on the fence about our previous bath-night, it was once again time to handle the issue. My poor mother was probably too proud to ask again, but this inevitably had to be done without question. Was I looking forward to this or dreading how wrong this was? Either way, i still had to touch her naughty parts again. I started the shower and got the water at a comfortable setting. We applied Mom’s water proof arm wraps and stripped down. At first, I was dreading this situation. I had wrestled with the events from last time on a moral level and still knew this was wrong but it was also a necessary evil. No one else could help her in this state, but I didn’t have to enjoy it either.
Like before, I began to wash Mom’s long and lovely hair then rinsed it out. I was about to reach for the soap bottle when Mom reacted.
“No, use that one this time!” she said pointing at a smaller bottle.
This wasn’t here before was it? I don’t remember seeing this one last time I was in here. After I popped the cap open, the extremely sensual fragrance wafted through the mist and it was heavenly. I stood behind Mom and we both agreed that it smelled very nice. But when I looked around for the sponge to apply it to my naked Mother, it was gone! It was in here the day before when I bathed. but now it seemed to have just vanished.
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