Sunday Morning Pantyhose XX
By
Tracy Davis

This is a true story of how my Mom feminized me as a teenager. She had caught me wearing her pantyhose the summer before seventh grade. I got the surprise of my life the first Sunday of junior high, when she started encouraging me to wear them, and then it was all downhill from there. -- Tracy

Tina and I were growing to love both our exercise classes and the time spent together afterwards. We’d usually go shopping and have lunch afterward, followed by a return to her house and some amazing pantyhose sex. One day, we went back to the Danskin store and went leotard shopping, and I got a medium brown one with a scoop neck, along with a pair of brown sheer-to-the-waist No Nonsense pantyhose to go with it. Another time, we went into Ayr-Way and I got a denim miniskirt just like Tina’s to wear to class. It was so sexy wearing a skirt to class over a leotard and nylons!

One day, as we were getting ready to leave her house, she asked me, “Do you think you could do anal on me this time? I just couldn’t get my BM to come out this morning no matter how hard I tried. Either that or it’s going to be the little pink pill tonight before bed.”

“Of course,” I said, wrapping my arms around her and feeling of her sexy nylon-covered bottom. When we got home after lunch, she went in the bathroom to try again for a BM and I got undressed, taking everything off but my panty hose. I walked over to the bathroom door and could hear her grunting, trying to force out her stool. I tapped lightly on the door and opened it, and found her sitting there on the toilet with nothing on but her panty hose, red-faced and grimacing as she was straining to move her bowels. I walked over and squatted down in front of her.

“Don’t strain,” I said. “Let me make it easier for you.”

“Okay,” she agreed. She got up and reached in the medicine cabinet for the Vaseline and handed it to me, and we walked back into the bedroom with her hose still around her thighs. She laid down on the bed in the Fleet enema position, on her left side with her knees bent, and I snuggled up next to her back. I took the cap off the Vaseline and put a gob on my finger, then gently slid my finger into her crack and put some on her anus, rimming her in the process. I got another gob of lube and put my finger back at her anus, whispering “Bear down a little so I can get in.” She did and I penetrated her, feeling her hard stool as I lubed her inside. Then I lubed myself, marveling at her gorgeous body as I lubed my big hard dick.

“Ready, sweetie?” I asked.

“Mmmm-hmmm,” she said, putting her right hand on her derriere and pulling her crack open. I guided my erection into her shapely bottom and up to her anus, pausing briefly before I tried to enter her. I felt her take a breath and hold it, and I pushed forward gently, easily entering her as she moaned, “Mmmmmmmmmm.”

Shifting around to get comfortable, I said, “Sounds like you like having long thick things in your bottom too.”

“Mmmm, I do,” she said. I thrusted gently in her and we quickly picked up each other’s rhythm. Tina really had the moves when we were making love vaginally, but she also did when we buttfucked. It was only a few seconds before our nyloned legs rubbing against each other and her anus contracting against my dick pushed me over the edge and I erupted into her. Within seconds her stool started to advance and pushed me out of her rectum.

“Oh wow, I’ve got to go now,” she said, quickly jumping up and running in the bathroom. Seconds later I heard her stool splash into the water and her giant relieved sigh. A few minutes later she emerged from the bathroom and stretched out next to me on the bed.

“Wow, that didn’t take long,” she giggled.

“No kidding,” I said. “Look at you, you’re gorgeous. My God, if I was married to you and came home every night to you dressed like this, you’d have to beat me off with a stick.” It was true. She was a beautiful woman, even in her mid-thirties. She was a little full-figured, but her breasts were still firm, and her ass looked fantastic, especially with pantyhose giving her a sleek line. I wondered what her husband’s problem was, but was afraid to ask.

“Oh, thanks. You’re too kind. Wish Tom still felt that way about me. I’d be all over you too. I can’t believe how turned on I got that day seeing you at the mall. I didn’t realize that seeing a guy in nylons and skimmers, trying on women’s shoes, would get me so hot.”

“Guess it’s a good thing I decided to get dressed up and go shopping that day.”

As we were snuggling afterwards, I said, “Sooooo….. can I ask you a personal question?”

“Of course,” she giggled, “after all we’ve done together.”

“You are such a hot, vibrant, sexy woman. You said you and Tom weren’t having sex anymore. Can I ask what happened?”

“I caught him fooling around on me. It was partly my fault. I was losing interest in having sex with him. I was starting to realize that I was bisexual. I was noticing that I was getting turned on by other women. And getting really turned on by girly guys,” she giggled. “In case you hadn’t noticed.”

“Thanks, thweetie,” I lisped, kissing her on the lips.

“We’ve decided to stay together for Erin. But he has his girlfriends, and I have mine,” she said, kissing me back. “Hey, I’ve been meaning to ask you if I can borrow your white pumps. I’ve got a wedding to go to this weekend and I wouldn’t have to buy some if I can use yours.”

“Sure,” I replied. The thought of wearing them after a real woman had had her feet in them immediately got me hard again!

Tina followed me home and picked up my white pumps. As she took them, she said, “Next week you’re going to wear these to class so I can see how my girly boi looks in them.”

“Okay,” I blushed, and then we shared a nice deep goodbye kiss.

After she left, I lazed around home in my leotard and denim skirt, wanting Becky to see me in it. A little while later she came home from school, and I met her at the door, but didn’t say anything. She looked at my quizzically and said, “Wow! You’re wearing a skirt! When did you get that?”

I giggled. “Tina and I went over to Ayr-Way after exercise class. She had been wearing a skirt to class and said it was a lot cooler after exercising than wearing jeans. We found one on sale so I thought I’d try it.”

“You look great in it. How do you like wearing it? I can’t believe my husband’s wearing a skirt! I might have to borrow it!”

A few days later, Jake invited me on a lunch date, and I decided I was going to wear a skirt and hose. I put on my Sheer Smooth and Silky pantyhose (since they didn’t need to be sheer to the waist), a bra, my pastel print shirt, and my denim miniskirt. I topped if off with my macramé platform sandals. When he knocked on the back door, I pranced through the kitchen in my platforms to answer it. His eyes bugged out when he saw me. “Wow, a skirt! You look so hot!”

We went to the mall for lunch. While we were sitting there eating, Jake asked, “So why are you so dressed up?”

“I got this skirt the other day, and I love it. I wear it to exercise class all the time. I just thought I’d get dressed up and wear a skirt.”

After we got back, we went in the house and sat down on the couch, and I swung my legs over his, still wearing my macramé platforms. He started running his fingertips over my hosed legs, and it was making me so hot.

“I couldn’t stop looking at your legs when we were at the mall. You’ve got such pretty legs. They’re so smooth. Do you shave them?”

“Mmmm-hmmm. I Nair them every week. I’m in that exercise class now, and since we wear leotards and nylons, you’d see my leg hair poking through if I didn’t shave. Every Saturday morning Becky and I Nair our legs and paint each other’s toes,” I said, sissily. “Then we shave our underarms. And I shave my perianal area for you.”

He continued to stroke my legs for a few minutes, then, without warning, slid his hand up my skirt at the same time his mouth came down on mine. I had had an erotic dream about him where he had taken me from behind, with me in really high heels and us standing up and holding each other. When we broke apart, I said, “Hang on. I’ll be right back.”

I jumped up and pranced into the bedroom. I took off my shirt and slid out of my skirt. I got out the Vaseline, and put a big gob on my finger. I pulled my pantyhose away from my bottom with one hand and put my other hand down inside my crack. I rimmed my boy pussy with my lubed finger, and then pushed the rest of the lube into my anus, moaning in pleasure as my dick got SO hard. I pulled my nylons back up, and then wearing just my bra, nylons, and platform sandals, I pranced back out into the hallway and he looked my way. I stuck my arm out and crooked my finger at him in a sexy “come hither” motion. He came to me and took me in his arms. Embracing, we French kissed again, and I said, “Want to fuck me standing up?”

“Mmmm-hmmm,” he agreed. I led him into the bedroom and closed the door so we saw ourselves in the full length mirror. I slid my pantyhose down to my thighs as he watched, and then he started tearing off his clothes. Naked, he approached me from behind and started nuzzling me. I giggled as he ran his hands over me, and then I said, “I lubed up already,” as I slid my hose back down for the second time.

His dick was standing at attention and he guided it into my crack. Sliding it around in the lube, getting more and more aroused, he aimed it into my anus and started to thrust playfully. He put his hands on my bra cups and started to pull me toward him, and I took a deep breath and bore down to open my anus as I bent my right knee, balancing on my other platform and he held me and entered my rectum. We both moaned in pleasure as he gently fucked me. It was so totally erotic as I watched us fucking in the mirror, my sexy legs and feet on display in my platform sandals, my pretty painted toenails showing through my sandalfoot nylons. I took my own dick and started masturbating in time with his thrusts, staring at my pretty feet, and it was only a few seconds before I climaxed, gasping as I shot my wad several feet away from me. As I climaxed my tightened my anus around his dick he came as well, shuddering, and I felt his hot semen fill my bottom. After a few moments, we relaxed and just stood there in each other’s arms, enjoying the post-coital glow.