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Ever since I was*eighteen, I have had this thing for*pantyhose legs and feet.* From my teachers in school, the neighbors, my aunts... I just could not get enough.* The one person whose feet I obsessed over, however, was my very own mother.* Ever since I could remember, Mom would wear a skirt with pantyhose and heels to her job at one of the bank branches in town.* And every afternoon when she would return home, I would just stare at her feet fantasizing about what I would love to do with them.I spent many a night digging into the laundry basket looking for one of her used pairs to masturbate with as I drifted off to sleep.* I was fortunate to have my own bedroom so my other siblings never knew what I was up to.Today I am forty-two, married with kids, güngören escort but my fetish for hose and feet has not waned in the least.* My mother, who is now sixty-eight, still looks amazing in nylons and heels.* Sure, her hair is now gray and she has put on a few pounds, but my god she still looks incredible in pantyhose!Every year my parents host a New Years Eve party and this year was no different.* There were about thirty people there including me and my wife Lisa.* Mom looked amazing in her white silk blouse, short black skirt cut just above the knees, and off black color pantyhose with reinforced toes.* She also wore a pair of four-inch high black leather pumps which happen to bağcılar escort be my favorite ones.* She also wore matching pearl earrings and necklace to compliment her outfit.* Needless to say, I spent a fair amount of time checking her out.The party broke up around one*in the morning*and my wife and I headed home.* It was there that I realized I had left my cell phone at my parent's house.* I told Lisa I was going to go back to get my phone.* Lisa said she was wiped out and was heading to bed and told me she would see me when I returned.So off I went back to my parent's house, which was only about ten minutes away.* When I pulled into the drive I noticed the lights were off.* I figured I merter escort could slip in and out and not wake my folks up knowing they too were probably tired as hell.* As I entered the house I could hear the TV on from the family room and figured someone was still up.* So I walked in and saw Mom resting on the love seat with her back against the arm... her shoes off, sipping on what was probably her seventh glass of champagne, enjoying a cigarette.*quot;Mom?*quot;*quot;Oh my God Danny, you startled me!*quot; she said with a laugh.*quot;I'm sorry Mom, I came back to grab my phone.* I left it on the table.*quot;*quot;You kids and those damn phones,*quot; she said with a laugh.Mom then moved her feet so I could sit down next to her on the love seat.* I could not believe my luck in that Mom had not changed, AND, she had her heels off too!* The way Mom had her feet pulled up and bent at the knees allowed me a nice view up her skirt.* I could see her entire hosed legs.* Needless to say, my cock was growing hard.* We chatted for a bit and then Mom asked if she could stretch her legs out, which I happily replied that she could.