I started to run my hand up and down my thighs, with the most wonderful swishing sound of flesh rubbing on hosiery echoing throughout the car. I felt waves of pleasure aching throughout my lower body. I swore I could hear her heart pounding, and then I saw her hand brush along her own inner thigh, slowly making it’s way toward-

“Make sure to get your homework done before cheer practice sweetie.” I said to my daughter Alissa before I tossed my bag full of school supplies on the living room couch. It had been a long stressful day, though as an elementary school teacher just about everyday is stressful. It is all worth it though to hear my young students tell me the one phrase that lifts my heart every time, “I love you Ms. Kelli”. I preferred them to call by my first name in that way, it made the connection feel deeper, and just about all of them said that phrase to me today.

I had no time to dawdle though, as a full-time mother of one teenage daughter I still had to get dinner served before I took her to cheerleading practice and then grade what felt like a metric-ton of papers tonight. I feel as though I never get a break sometime.

I walked to the mirror and stopped, dreading to see how deep the bags under my eyes had gotten. Looking in I was happy to see my makeup seemed to cover the worst of it. I looked at the rest of my form seeing if I needed to change my outfit before cheer practice.

Today I chose to wear a nice yellow-patterned sun dress with a pair of tan pantyhose. Ok I admit the dress was just a little tighter, a little shorter and a little more low-cut than school regulations allowed but it matched my long blonde hair and tan skin that I actively worked on. With my busy schedule I rarely exercised but seem to have hit the genetic jackpot because I was still thin. The other female staff make sure to remind me of how lucky I am, though the resentment in their voice is hardly veiled. The principal Mr. Concord certainly didn’t correct my dress-code violation.

God how tired I was though, I shuffled slowly away from the mirror and collapsed onto the recliner. “Fuck it” I said quietly to myself. “Pizza delivery it is” as I whipped out my phone and placed the order on an app. I deserved a break.

I kicked my yellow flats off and lifted my left foot up onto my right knee and began massaging my pantyhose-clad sole. It was slightly moist from being up on my feet all day but it felt so good to rub. I worked my fingers up the side of my foot and pressed my thumb into the ball of it and rubbed harder. I really enjoyed the feel of nylon against my skin. I have just about every color of hosiery you could think of since I love to dress colorfully and match my outfits.

I had a whole drawer full of them actually, hosiery, tights, stockings, leggings, you name it. I loved to see how my legs looked wrapped in various styles. I rarely wore jeans or pants if I could substitute some sort of tight-fitting legwear.

I must have nodded off because next thing I knew the doorbell rang to signal the arrival of the pizza. I tipped the delivery girl generously and set out slices for me and my daughter. She came bounding down the stairs in her blue cheerleading uniform. She was 16 and a half but I felt she was developing into a beautiful young woman. Her auburn hair was pulled up into a tight ponytail and her uniform fit on her body very nicely around her cream-colored skin, though I felt her skirt was probably too short for a girl her age, but that’s what she was given by the school. I was probably no one to talk in that department anyway.

It looked like I wouldn’t have time to change and I’d also have to drive since my husband was out of town, and so we wolfed a few slices down quickly and headed off to cheer.

Again we trudged back into the house now that cheer was over. It was a warm night and we were both glistening with sweat, though of course Alissa was the one putting in all the physical work. I was off on the bleachers grading papers. My legs and feet certainly sweated under my pantyhose and I wanted to kick myself the whole time for not changing.

“Shower and get ready for bed” I said to Alissa as I headed upstairs to finally relax for the night. It was only 8:30 pm but I felt done for the day. The family hamper was in the upstairs hallway and though I normally undressed in my room I figured since it was just us ladies here I began to peel off my moist pantyhose right there in the hallway. I tossed them into the hamper and shed my dress as well, tossing it in on top. I sauntered to my room in my bra and panties just as Alissa came up the stairs and headed to the bathroom.

I plopped down face-down on my king-size bed. Finally getting off of my feet felt like bliss, and I crawled to my pillow and snuggled the sheets up to my face. Again I quickly nodded off when my daughter’s piercing yell echoed through the upstairs hallway.

“MOM! I need towels!”

“Goddammit” I thought. “Of course she forgot to get a goddamn towel”. Alissa was horrible about remembering to get towels before showering. Grumpily I got out of bed and grabbed two towels out of the linen closet and headed toward the bathroom. Normally I would’ve knocked or set them outside the door but I was pissed and my daughter was about to get a piece of my mind. I was tired of her forgetfulness and the fact that she woke me up made me even more irate than normal.

I stormed into the bathroom, stepping over Alissa’s cheer outfit and underwear on the floor. “ALISSA!” I shouted. The bathroom amplified my shout and made it much louder than either of us expected.

I heard a shriek from behind the shower curtain.

“GET OUT HERE!” again my voice boomed.

I heard a shuffle as sound of the shower water dissipated with a squeak from the handles. My daughter’s hand appeared from behind the curtain and quickly flung it back. The sight I beheld was……………breathtaking.

Alissa stood there in all her glory, her small breasts perked straight up, much more-so than a girl her age’s should have, and they ended in delicately small, pink nipples. Her cream-colored torso shimmered beautifully with falling water that followed it down to slender, toned legs. Her thighs were utterly glorious though as I gazed at them, my eyes fell on the most glorious sight of all. She had just the slightest patch of auburn hair between her legs just above her vagina.

Instantly all of my rage melted out of me. I didn’t understand what was happening. A huge lump in my throat formed as I struggled to find words. I hadn’t seen my daughter in the nude in quite some time and this vision of feminine beauty had truly stunned me.

The the tension in the air was instant as I stood there, dumbly gawking at my naked daughter. She stood there speechless from my shouting. It hadn’t occurred to me that in my haste to get up for the towels that I was standing there still in my bra and panties. Once this thought hit me I finally tore my eyes away from Alissa’s body to look her in the eyes. It wasn’t until then that I also managed to shut my mouth as my jaw had completely dropped. She stood there silently awaiting my fury, the last of the shower water dripping down her wet hair and body. Even though she was frozen with fear, I almost swore I saw her eyes drop lower as well.

After getting control of my body again I awkwardly shuffled forward and held the towels out without saying a word. She reached out and also silently took them with a trembling hand. I turned around and marched out, again without saying a word and shut the door behind me.

I went straight to my room, turned off the lights and climbed into bed, no longer tired. I was reeling from the events that just occurred. I didn’t understand why I was so mesmerized by my daughter’s body. Though I find women attractive I’m not a lesbian, I’m happily married to a man and have never experimented with women. And Alissa’s only 16 for god’s sake! Did that make me a pervert?! Why oh fucking why could I not stop staring?! Did Alissa realize her own mother was ogling her like some kind of horny schoolboy?

All of these thoughts and even more questions tangled around in my mind as I lay there in the darkness. And the thought that I kicked around more-so than any other: “When Alissa’s eyes dropped, was she looking back at my own body?” It wasn’t until I finally started to fade off to sleep that I noticed my panties were wet with feminine juices.

BLEEP! BLEEP! BLEEP!

I snapped awake to my loud, piercing alarm clock. I slammed it off in annoyance. Jesus I didn’t want to get up, today was Friday and I promised my elementary class they could dress up in costumes if they were good all week, and they most certainly were.

Then the events of the previous night hit me. The tension-filled stand-off between my daughter and I, the fact that I openly gazed at her nakedness. And the overarching question that instantly made me warm between my legs, which was the fact that she may have been looking back at me the same way I looked at her. But that couldn’t be, I mean she was so young and always giggling about boys. Was I having thoughts like I had last night at her age? I tried to remember but came up with nothing. Surely it was my own perverted imagination that hoped Alissa noticed my body.

Reality sunk in and I had a lot to get ready for the day. I forced aside last night and got to work. I too would dress up with my class and I chose to go as Elsa from the movie Frozen. I had a blue gown that was vaguely similar to Elsa’s that was long and flowing. It was going to be another hot day but I chose to take one for my class. I slipped my bra and panties off and began donning my costume.

To go along with the Elsa costume I grabbed a pair of white pantyhose and rolled one leg up and slipped one foot in. I rolled it up along my calf and halfway up my thigh. The nylon felt so good around my leg. I rolled up the other leg and placed my other foot inside and began creeping it up my leg. I decided not to wear panties today since it would be so hot underneath the flowing gown, and nobody would notice.

I nearly had the hosiery’s control top rolled over my hips when my door burst open and Alissa strolled in wearing her pajamas, which consisted of a small pink tanktop and pink shorts that I again felt were too short. I yelped in surprise and yanked the pantyhose straight up, straining it against my body and noticed a small run appeared by my inner thigh.

After the events of last night I wasn’t sure if I should try to cover up or not, I mean we were both women and have seen each other naked enough times over the years, but after last night………………I didn’t know what to do. I let my hands stay by my side and opted not to cover up. I mean, nothing had changed between us, right?

“Yes……sweetie?” I said, surprisingly nervous. What did I have to be nervous about? I noticed I was slightly trembling all over. I felt tense and jittery, as if some unspoken rule had just been broken. I felt self-conscious standing there in nothing but my white hose.

“Mom, have you seen my hairbrush?” she asked. Was that a slight crack in her voice? Was it just me again or were her eyes creeping down toward my body? Why was my heart beating faster?

“Yes sweetie, I have it right here.” I chirped out. I grabbed the brush off of my vanity and held it out for her, again feeling nervous and planted to the spot. She slowly sauntered forward and gingerly reached out to get it. As I let it go she fumbled it and the brush dropped straight to the floor between us.

“Oh, I’m sorry baby let me-” I began as I started to reach down for it.

“No, I got it mom” she said and bent down quicker. Despite her quickness in getting down to the brush………she came up………..very slowly. I watched her girly form gently rise and there was no mistake about it; her eyes were focused nowhere but straight ahead, right where my pantyhose-clad legs stood, run and all.

Could it be true? Was she really admiring what she saw? The question had me aching on the inside, but did I want to know the answer? What would that mean?

“Thanks mom”. She turned around and slowly walked out of the room, my gaze followed her backside and legs and as she shut the door I saw her turn and steal another glance my way. I didn’t know if she was trying to be subtle or not. I stood there, rooted to the spot, wondering why I had all of these feelings.

I felt the electricity in the air fade with Alissa’s leaving, though I felt the gusset of my pantyhose had gotten wet, just as I was wet the night before. Just the short meeting with her and the thought of her gazing at me had turned me on immensely. Was I wet when she was down there looking ahead? If I was had she noticed?

Although I was wet and my pantyhose had a run I had no time to change. For one I couldn’t bring myself to wear anything but white legwear with my costume and two I had no white replacement anyway. These would have to stay on throughout the day. An hour later my shiny makeup was on, my blonde hair was in a single long braid, my gown was zipped up and my sparkly blue high heels were on. I felt my costume would truly impress my kiddos, I felt I really did look like Elsa.

Alissa was already in the car, dressed in jeans and a t-shirt when I climbed in, careful not to catch my gown in the car door. “Nice outfit mom” she said smiling. I too smiled at the compliment, surely I was blushing and I didn’t care. I craved my daughter’s attention.

“Thank you sweetheart” I said through my smile and started the drive to school. Alissa went to the same school I taught at, though the high schoolers were on the other side of the building. I had forgotten just how restrictive the skirt of my gown was when it came to driving. My legs were trapped under there and it was hard to manipulate the pedals of the car and I almost didn’t stop the car in time at a red light when the skirt got tangled up in the brake pedal.

“This damn thing” I said aloud as I began hiking up the skirt under me at the red light. It wasn’t until it was hiked up around my knees that I realized what I was doing. My white hose-clad legs were slowly being revealed and I looked over at my daughter. Her head snapped quickly to look forward. Had she been looking at my legs? At this point I hoped so much that she was. And then I threw caution to the wind.

My legs were plenty free and I could work the pedals just fine now………and then I hiked my dress slightly higher. My heart started racing as the thought of exposing more of myself was so titillating. Out of the corner of my eye I tried to see if Alissa had noticed without making myself obvious. I bit my lip as I raised it just a little more. And then a little more. The bottom of the run on my thigh was just visible. My breaths were getting short and quick

The light turned green and I hit the gas, we would be at school in less than 5 minutes but I wanted this moment to last so much longer. I still wasn’t even sure if Alissa noticed but just the possibility was getting my gusset wet again. We were getting closer now and my heart was only beating faster. The last traffic light before we hit the campus turned yellow and I had plenty of time to drive through it……..yet I slammed the brakes to extend our time in the car, and the car behind me also came to a quick stop and honked at me.

“Mom, you could’ve made-” Alissa started as she looked toward me. Our eyes locked for but a moment when I saw her gaze quickly drop right to my exposed, white-nylon legs. I didn’t take my eyes off of her and I knew she was taking in everything I had hoped for. I saw her eyes widen as she looked up and down my womanly lower-half.

My gusset was soaked now as I felt my vagina pulsing with lust. That lust clouded my judgment and I really took things farther. “It’s just this darn gown is so hot” I said sensually and completely hiked up the whole skirt of it and bunched it off to the side away from her. My whole lower body was now completely out there; the slight run in my pantyhose, the full control top, the side of my buttocks all in a silky white sheen.

I heard the slightest gasp escape her lips as I did this. “You don’t mind do you honey?” I said to her. She didn’t notice, now she had the same expression on her face that I imagine I did last night when I was gawking at her naked body. I started to run my hand up and down my thighs, with the most wonderful swishing sound of flesh rubbing on hosiery echoing throughout the car. I felt waves of pleasure aching throughout my lower body. I swore I could hear her heart pounding, and then I saw her hand brush along her own inner thigh, slowly making it’s way toward-

“BEEEEEEEEP!”

The car behind me honked and we both jumped. The light apparently turned green, snapping us out of our moment. “Shit” I mumbled as I hit the gas way too hard and sent us bouncing forward. We both awkwardly laughed at my foolishness and pulled into the school parking lot.

I didn’t want that moment in the car to end. But we were both running late and I had to quickly find a parking spot and I found 2 empty spots in the back corner of the lot.

I turned to say bye to Alissa and wish her a good day but she quickly jumped out and began running toward her class before I could get a word out. I wasn’t sure if that was a good or bad sign, but I was floating. I felt the wetness in my pantyhose grow and spread and I didn’t care, I exited the car glowing. I hardly noticed the car that was behind me during my antics was none other than Ms. Lacy who pulled into the empty spot next to me.

“Nice driving Kelli, get your shit together!” she screamed as I walked by, and I didn’t care.

I entered my front door alone that night. Alissa got a ride to cheer practice right after school with her friend’s mom. She wouldn’t be home until later that night.

It was a long day with my class in their crazy costumes. There were a few clowns, a Buzz Lightyear and some other assorted characters. As fun as it was I didn’t remember much of it, my thoughts were with Alissa all day. I couldn’t stop thinking about her fixed gaze on my white pantyhose-clad legs. I knew for sure, the sight turned her on. I spent all day replaying the scene over and over and wishing we could’ve stayed in the car for so much longer.

I had to do a fair amount of running around in my heels and my pantyhose were especially sweaty during the day, combine that with the fact that I had no underwear plus all of my pre-cum soaking the gusset and they had truly gotten worn in. The run in my hose from that morning was slightly longer down towards the knee.

“Jesus, what the hell’s wrong with me!?” As I walked up the stairs it truly hit me, I was teasing my 16 year old daughter. And she loved it! This was so fucking wrong on so many levels. God what made me think that was a good idea?! What was I expecting? For her to kiss me? For us to touch each other in the car? She’s my own kid! And yet……………….and yet she enjoyed it. Her hand was so close to…..

“NO!” I screamed to nobody as I reached the top of the stairs.

Nothing was worth this, I couldn’t soil my own daughter. I was a fucking sick pervert and I would not defile her in this way. This surprise attraction may have hit me out of nowhere but I swear I will not act on it. When Alissa comes home tonight we will meet as women and I will have to confess to my wrongdoings. I will tell her that whatever happened can never happen again. I am her mother and it’s my duty to protect her.

I made my way to my closet and kicked off my high heels and hung up my gown, leaving me again in nothing but my white pantyhose. I walked to the hallway hamper and stripped them off and tossed them in. Damn I hadn’t done laundry in awhile so they were sitting crumpled right on top of the hamper. I’d get to washing them tomorrow.

I went back to my room and hopped naked onto the bed, turned the lights off and planned what I would say to Alissa. I felt my eyelids drooping as I lay there. Once again it was a long day and my body was sore from chasing around young kids. They got heavier and heavier….

I woke to the sound of the front door slamming shut. Alissa was home. Damn I fell asleep yet AGAIN? This mom life sure took it’s toll, was there ever a time in recent memory when I wasn’t kind of tired?

I started to rub the sleep out of my eyes and barely registered being awake when I heard heavy footfalls coming up the stairs and towards my room. Alissa was about to come in! I needed to talk to her, to call this foolishness off but there’s no way I could do it being completely naked as I was.

The door creaked open slowly and I squinted my eyes enough to appear asleep, I didn’t want her to see me like this. From the little bit I saw through my nearly-closed eyes I saw Alissa’s head poke in. She looked toward me for a moment or two, then stepped back into the hallway, slowly closing the door behind her but leaving it cracked.

What was that? Was she trying to see if I was awake? For what? Did she need to tell me something?

I quietly stood up in the darkness of my room and grabbed my evening robe off the coat-rack by my bed and put it on, tightening the belt around me, making sure not to make any loud sounds. I tiptoed over to the crack in my door and peered through it, trying to see where Alissa was. What I saw shocked me.

Alissa was there in her cheer outfit and had grabbed my white pantyhose, the hose that I had teased her with and worn all day, off the top of the pile in the hamper. I saw her glance toward my door but she wouldn’t be able to see me through the crack. She then crumpled it up together and brought it up to her face…..and took a huge inhale.

Oh my fucking god my daughter was sniffing on my worn pantyhose. I saw her exhale just as deep and even in the dimly lit hallway I saw her whole body quiver. Now she absolutely buried her face in it and took an even bigger sniff than before. This was uncanny. Was I dreaming? Was I really witnessing this? When she poked her head in earlier she must’ve been making sure I was asleep so she could play with my hosiery.

Should I stop her? Should I say anything at all? I swore I’d put an end to this but seeing my daughter get turned on by her mother’s used hosiery was an experience that transcended any pleasurable sight I’d ever witnessed. She took a third sniff, and as she exhaled she tilted her head back and rubbed the hose down her exposed neck.

My heart wanted to explode out of my chest and all thoughts of ending this episode evaporated in an instant. Right now I wanted nothing more than to watch my daughter touch and smell where my legs, pussy, ass and feet had been earlier. I had a sudden sensation of wetness on my fingers. And that’s because my hand unconsciously drifted between my legs and began stroking. Fluids were already dripping down my inner thigh.

I couldn’t believe this! Here I was touching myself while watching my daughter play with my underwear. Jesus this was so fucking wrong! And that just made me want more.

Peering through the crack I saw Alissa take one last inhale and then saunter off to her room with my hosiery, turning off the hallway light. NO! She couldn’t leave! What would she be doing with it in her room? Was she planning on stealing it? Hiding it and taking it out whenever she wanted to get some of my scent? That last thought just made me gush more from my pussy. I heard her door nearly shut, but as with my door, I didn’t hear the click so I knew her door as cracked open slightly.

Thoughts were flying through my head. What do I do? Should I confront her? But if I confront her that means she has to stop. And god……..I don’t want her to stop. I couldn’t believe what I was about to do but my lust overshadowed my inhibitions.

I opened my door and tiptoed across the dark hallway. My feminine fluids had flown down nearly to my calves and I didn’t care. I peered through the crack in Alissa’s door and saw a sight I will never forget.

Alissa had stripped off the top of her cheerleader uniform, leaving only her skirt and underwear on and was lying on her bed; and in her hands were my pantyhose rubbing on her bare chest. The white nylon looked so radiant rubbing against her supple breasts as she teased one nipple slowly before going to the other.

“Mmmmm mommy that feels so good” I heard her say in a low voice. My daughter was fantasizing about me with my hosiery and I was driven absolutely wild. My hand again shot down to my pussy and I ran my fingertips across my clit. I saw her spread out the control top and found the gusset, the very same that I had soaked with my juices earlier today. She drove her face straight into the gusset and sniffed harder than I’d ever heard.

“Mommy you smell so good” she said slightly louder than before. She rubbed the gusset around her face some more and brought it down again to her bare torso. My fingers were rubbing vigorously faster watching her. She brought the gusset back to her face and opened her mouth before rubbing it across her tongue. She wanted to know how I taste! “You taste soooooo good mommy” she said.

That was more than enough. Rubbing myself I exploded with pleasure and felt the biggest orgasm ripple through my lower body as I stood there in the hallway gazing at my daughter. It nearly caused my knees to buckle and it took all the willpower I could muster to both stay on my feet and then bite my lip to keep from screaming. My own juices had already flown down to my feet.

My god I’d never felt such pleasure before. My daughter had no idea her mother was right outside her room masturbating to her. I was ready to come down when I saw Alissa strip off her skirt and slide her underwear off. Unlike the night before when I only saw her beautiful bush, her legs were now spread open facing me as she lay on her back.

I could now see her bright pussy lips and I saw she too was wet. Instantly I was horny again and I watched as she inserted her hand down one of the legs of my pantyhose until her fingertips were where my feet had been. She brought it up to her face again made a huge inhale. “Mmmm I love how your feet smell” she said.

What! My daughter liked that too?! She had some kind of foot fetish? This was venturing into something else! She rubbed that same hand around her face and nude body again and again, and also again I found my hand between my legs as I watched her. The white nylon wrapped around her hand so perfectly, I found myself wishing that really was my foot in there against her.

She then wrapped her other hand in the other leg brought both hands to her nostrils and breathed in deeply. And then she did it again……and again! She really loved the smell of my feet. This was so entrancing and I could not get enough of it. “Mmmmm” I heard her moan as she brought one of her hose-covered hands into her mouth.

“Mommy your feet taste so good” she moaned. As unusual as I should have found this I only found myself more turned on. Along with the amazing sight I was looking at I soon began imagining what Alissa’s tongue and mouth really would feel like on my feet and hose. Thinking of my daughter’s mouth on me was driving me insane. Looking in I saw she was sucking one hand and brought the other down to her vagina. The only way this could get better I thought, was for her to touch herself there and she finally was.

I watched my baby girl rub her hose-covered hand around her lips. “Oh my god mom your foot feels so good on my pussy” she mumbled. I didn’t even know she talked like that! She rubbed that hand more and more around herself while I rubbed my own hand around my womanhood.

She teased herself long enough before she inserted her covered fingers inside herself. I once again found myself wishing that was my own nylon-foot going inside my daughter. So many new thoughts were flooding me, each one dirtier than the last! I saw her bite her lip just as I had been doing to try and stifle her moans.

The nylon-hand that wasn’t in her pussy was now free of her mouth and rubbing her breasts again. The image of my daughter pleasuring herself with my hosiery in that way will forever be burned into my mind. If I could have died right then to see my girl in that heavenly pose I would’ve died a happy woman.

That final image of Alissa pleasing herself truly rocked me from the inside-out. “Oh my god mommy I’m cumming” she moaned. Watching her climax in that position sent me to a place of pleasure I never thought possible. I gushed and gushed and bit my lip so hard I drew blood but this time I couldn’t stay standing up and I buckled to the floor, hitting my knees hard on the floor right outside her room.

Whether she heard me or not I wasn’t going to stay and find out. I sprinted to my room and completely closed my door as quietly as I could and hopped into bed, pulling my covers over me like a kid scared of the dark.

Then came the shame. If what I was doing was so right then why did I run? “You fucked up Kelli” I thought to myself as I started thinking about everything I had just done. I was masturbating to my 16 year old daughter and fantasizing about her. Wishing she’d treat me the way she treated my discarded hosiery. This was not OK. I was not OK. I’m some freaky pervert who likes to spy on her daughter.

That was the final straw. Tomorrow is Saturday, I’m going to get a decent night’s sleep, and tell Alissa first thing in the morning that this cannot continue. I can do it…………….right?

TO BE CONTINUED