His broad wide back faced the bathroom door, both of his hands mostly hidden from view other than the energetic movement of his right arm.

There were indistinct grunts and moans.

As the distance neared, one could make out a woman moaning in pleasure and ecstasy.

"Oooh... gawd! Oooh... gawd! I'm... cumming...!"

"Oooh!... Oooh!... Oooh!"

The eighteen-year-old teenager’s right arm grew more spirited as the sound of the woman's horny arousal whimpered louder.

"Ahhh!... Ahhh!... Ooooooohhh!" the woman moaned like a possessed horny slut in the recorded video playback on the mobile phone.

His stiff eight-inch erection stood tall and proud over the pearly white Kohler toilet bowl; his right hand wrapped around his six-inch thick girth while jerking off to the playback video footage he had recorded. An imminent climax loomed at the base of his tensed scrotum as the urge to release his spunk built up.

His mind was a dizzy-frenzy with flashback images of the owner in her provocative posture and lusty howls like a bitch in heat calling out to be fucked!

His uncontainable sexual excitement showed in his face and eyes, as his masturbation grew more urgent and hurried. The teenager snapped his head up at the ceiling as his breathing grew faster and heavier, his groans became more audible and distinct, as he approached extremis.

His hard dick was throbbing in the fitted grip of his palm, pushing harder and deeper into its tightness, fantasizing about the owner's soft velvety cunt he was fucking into! He was getting closer to ejaculation while keeping a steady pace of thrusting his throbbing erection into his palm as hard as he could! With every jerking stroke, he envisaged his thick hard meat plunging all the way deep inside, hammering in and out of the owner’s wet and slobbering pussy until she was gasping for breath.

Finally, unable to hold back any longer, he grunted with anticipated fervor as he rammed his hot rod right up to the hilt of her cervix and climaxed! His cock exploded in the tight grip of his palm, and a violent orgasm washed over his whole being as milk-colored jizz squirted all over the crotch area of a pair of Wolford Fatal 15 Seamless pantyhose, held slightly under the erupting shaft with his left hand. His tensed body shuddered, fantasizing that he was impregnating deep into the owner’s slattern and wanton pussy with copious loads of his warm spunk.

The eighteen-year-old had never ejaculated so hard before. He felt the throbbing in his head while his heart was pounding towards overdrive. His left hand reached forward to the white-painted wall to support his weakened body after carefully putting the Wolford pantyhose down. His right hand slowly released its grip on his still pulsating erection. Drools of his sexual release hung precariously from its jap eye while his pinkish glans glistened in the mucous coating of his ejaculation.

Gradually, the teenager’s excitement subsided in the solitude of the common bathroom as he used the pantyhose to wipe off the drooling mess on his semi-hard member. However, the sudden and abrupt sound of a door from outside opening and closing interrupted his tranquil attention. The intermission was followed by some quickening click-clacks before another door opened and silence returned once again. He halted his movements, his heart on the verge of falling. His eyes darted towards the bathroom door knob instinctively – secured and locked. A sense of relief gushed over him.

The teenager waited for another five minutes, ascertaining the safety of his position. He carefully hung the cum-soaked pantyhose back on the empty hanger and wasted no time returning his flaccid penis back into its cotton confinement.

Unlocking the door, he turned the knob slowly and cautiously to minimize any sound made. He peeped through the small gap of the door opening; his eyes scanning the visible areas but seeing nothing out of the ordinary. Was it his own guilt playing tricks on his mind because of what he did earlier? The teenager swore he heard someone or something.

Swinging the door open, he stepped out of the bathroom and acted as if he had only visited it momentarily. “Mum? Is that you?” the boy asked inquisitively.

No answer.

Walking warily to the master bedroom, he stopped at the doorway and leaned his body forward a little to peer inside.

“Mum?” The teenager found his mother lying down on the bed, still wearing her office work attire and high heels. One of her arms was resting on her forehead, her eyes closed. Her knees dangled over the edge of the mattress at the end of the bed while the hemline of her skirt had ridden up slightly with her legs parted just wider than her hips.

“Are you alright, Mum?” the boy asked with concern.

There was a long pause before the owner replied meekly, “Yes dear… I’ll be fine. Just… having… a terrible… migraine.”

The boy’s eyes could not help but wander the owner’s body lying on the bed, particularly her lower half which seemed to have captivated his attention. From where he stood, he could see a little further up his mother’s silky-smooth oil-glossed legs, the view stoking his immoral imagination of the suggestive beyond her skirt’s hemline.

“Dear…” the owner called out, interrupting her son’s attention.

“Uhh… yes mum?” the teenager responded after gathering his train of thoughts.

“Would you be so kind to go to the kitchen and get me some aspirins from the medication box?”

“Sure!” the boy bolted for the kitchen to fetch some before returning just as quickly, along with a glass of water.

“Here…” the teenager handed a couple of pills to the owner before sipping the glass of water to swallow them down. The boy stood by the bed for a few more seconds, observing his mother as she rested her hands by the sides and closed her eyes. The only sound heard in the bedroom was her deep breathing. The boy watched his mother’s torso rise and fall to the rhythmic breathing; in tandem with her two perky and well-rounded breasts.

He was completely absorbed in his admiration of his mother’s sleeping position which gradually awakened his horny lusts subconsciously. The longer he gawked and stared at her snoozing form, the stronger his arousal grew until a swelling began tenting inside his shorts.

All these years of growing up, the boy had never felt the way he was feeling now… until recently when his curiosity got the better of him to investigate the strange noises that reverberated inside this room and secretly caught and filmed her decadent self-indulgence.  

He stooped over to scrutinize; his face was but a tongue’s length from her mouth as she breathed deeply. He never saw his mum up close other than the times he was still an infant suckling on her tits during breastfeeding and showering him with plenty of maternal love.

“Mum? Are you ok?” the teenager spoke gently and waited for about a minute.

No answer.

Silence…

His eyes shifted instantaneously to his mother’s legs. They were still parted, but her skirt’s hemline had now ridden up higher to mid-thigh, showcasing her glossy flanks sheathed in smooth shimmering hosiery with her nylon-webbed feet covered in Jimmy Choo's black leather fuck-me high heels.

Despite the innocuous sleeping posture, it did little to safeguard her modesty. The eighteen-year-old's raging sexual temper was welling up inside him. Under the soft warm glow of the side table lighting, the owner’s exposed mid-thighs were gleaming unabashedly at him. He could not take his lust-filled eyes off her suggestive posture while brazenly gawking at her inert form, until a strong stirring was felt between his loins. Within a matter of seconds, there was an impulse to slake the teenager’s lustful hunger. A woman he could actually touch... to feel... to caress.

For a teenager, it would be rousingly exciting to have even just a few moments sliding his hand along the owner's calves! Running along her silky-smooth pantyhosed thighs and feeling his hands under the owner's skirt. He swallowed hard at the thought, even as the mounting bulge inside his shorts became more prominent and uncomfortable.

Moving to the end of the bed, the boy carefully removed the owner’s black leather fuck-me high heels, the left one followed by the right. Bringing them to his nose, he sniffed her sweat-filled scent deeply. Once… Twice… inhaling as much of her feet’s unique aroma as his lungs could fill before placing the pair of high heels on the floor.

Looking at the owner's exposed feet clad in nude-color diaphanous nylon, he got on his knees and brought his face close, barely a couple of inches away as he gazed intently at those pretty soles. A mixture of subtle leathery aroma and the owner's sweat-dried nylon-webbed feet wafted through the air, filling the depths of his nostrils. Oh... how he loved to worship these feet for his entire life; to lick and suck them all over until they were slick and wet with his saliva.

It was becoming unbearably anguishing for his boner; twitching constantly and pressing hard against the crotch of his shorts, despite offloading a large amount earlier.

The teenager leaned in slightly and gently raised her lower legs, holding her feet delicately in the palms of his hands. Pausing momentarily to ascertain the owner was still in a deep slumber, he massaged each foot sensuously through the smooth flimsy nylon until he was satiated before bringing his face to press against the soles of her feet, stirring the owner from her rest. Her eyes opened slowly and guardedly. Her body remained perfectly motionless. Not a fibre of muscle moved. Glancing downwards, she felt the contours of her son’s face brushing against her soles. Instead of catching her son red-handed, a huge part of her curiosity desired to find out how far he would venture, as she continued feigning to be sound asleep.

Guiding the owner’s nylon-webbed feet to his cheeks caressing them all over, followed by his nose where he inhaled deeply of her sweaty odour. Running down to his eager mouth, the boy stuck his tongue out and delicately lapped at the nylon-sheathed soles like a thirsty deer panting for water. Kissing and licking her nylon-webbed feet all over, attentively devouring each part; her heels, soles, the small of her ankles, and each of her webbed toes, all mediated through the soft sensuous fabric of the nylon hose they were encased in; consumed by his own decadence.

Succumbing to his swelling urge, the boy stood up and wasted no time yanking his shorts down to free his fully erected penis. Springing out from its imprisonment, the ferocious appendage twitched pointedly at the owner's nylon-webbed feet.

The teenager positioned himself well and got ready to make his next move, bringing his crotch nearer as he guided his rigid pulsating erection between the soles of her feet and commenced to rub himself against them.

"Mmmpphhff...!" the boy moaned with controlled euphoria.

With his eight-inch-thick shaft cupped between the owner's arches and soles, he carefully guided her feet up and down in rhythm, using her heels to massage his scrotum and her toes to squeeze the pinkish glans of his cock, eliciting clear precum juices to bleed out from its jap eye.

She could feel the moist arches of her feet clasp a hard elongated shaft. She knew from experience what the motion was. Despite her silicone penis tucked along her perineum and wedged between her hosiery legs, the owner could feel the girth of her extension gradually growing thicker. The urgent humping action had inadvertently stirred her own phallus to be stimulated. Slow strobing beats began pulsating on the owner’s G-spot with the incessant thrusting of her son’s pelvis.

Please… stop growing any bigger or my cover will be blown literally and reveal what’s underneath my skirt… the owner pleaded prayerfully under her breath.

"Oohh… gaawdd… This is heaven…" the boy murmured in a low tone.

It was so delirious! His arousal ascended to an almost unsustainable height. It was surreal, almost like in a dream, while humping in and out of her nylon feet, further intensifying his erected joystick! Applying the perfect pressure on his overly-excited phallus, the teenager could only prolong his mounting urge for a limited time before reaching the point of no return.

"Ooohhh… fuck!" the boy groaned as his body went into a sudden and intense convulsion; unexpectedly spewing the first couple of his milky molten spunk in between the owner’s sexy pantyhosed feet.

Acting on quick reflexes, he retracted his throbbing erection out from the soles of her feet while shuddering to multiple uncontrolled albeit subdued spams, splattering some of his milky semen on her heels and the small of her ankles easing himself away. He gripped and squeezed his energetic appendage and bulbous head tightly to contain the overzealous eruption before directing his stifled release of his remaining jizz onto the insoles of the owner's Jimmy Choo's black leather high heels.

"Urgghh…!!! Oooh…!!! Mmpphhff… mmmpphhff… Mmmm…!" the teenager grunted mutedly as he huffed and exhaled in relief from ejaculating all that build-up. Relief also that he did not mess up too much on his premature discharge except…

He looked over the owner’s high heels, cloudy puddles of his copious spunk pooled around the centres of each insole. Thinking quickly on his feet, he took the right side of the high heel and gently slipped his mother’s foot until it wore snugly inside before repeating the same with her left and lowering them down again; concealing any remnants of his incestuous act.

The teenager then stood up and shifted himself until he was now standing beside the bed, towering over his unconscious mother (or so he thought). His semi-tumid cock shamelessly twitched sporadically in front of her beautiful porcelain face, as he contemplated his subsequent exploits.

To be continued…

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Epilogue:

About two months ago…

The eighteen-year-old teenager stood outside the owner's room as faint moans echoed through the wooden entryway. The soft tender noises that reverberated behind the master bedroom door were something else...

It was pleasing and soothing, to say the least.

As one continued to listen, it became enticingly more sexually arousing, judging from the growing hardness swelling inside the teenager's pants while standing at the door, hearing every audible moan his ears were straining hard to pick up.

The budding excitement to find out what was going on behind the closed door had piqued the teenager's curiosity in an otherwise mundane routine of his growing-up life. His left hand reached over the doorknob and turned it clockwise direction as quietly and gingerly as he could without alerting the owner and jeopardizing his beneficial position.

To his surprise, the teenager found the door knob unsecured from the inside as he turned a little more to peek into the room. He stealthily went on his fours like a predator hunting his prey while cautiously pushing back the door, inch by inch until it was sufficiently ajar to allow an unobstructed view of his perfect vision.

What came next was a shock when the teenager saw the owner lying on her back; the top of her head and torso facing him, her knees propped up with her oily-glossed legs spread to accommodate both her hands that had slipped inside her pantyhose waistband.

He watched with a deep and intent gaze of her hands caressing her pelvic region fondly and sultrily. Thinking quickly, the intruder whipped out his mobile phone from the back of his trouser pocket and began recording the owner's self-pleasuring indulgence unfolding before his innocent eyes!

It appeared she was finger-fucking her own horny sex with a couple of fingers inserted into her sopping pussy, massaging it through her glossy pantyhose occasionally. In the quietness of the owner's room, he could barely make out slushy noises as the owner moved her fingers in and out of her lust hole that was saturated by her own grovelling cunt juices.

The teenager was rather relieved that he was lying on his stomach, repressing the hardening bulge inside his pants. He stabilized his trembling mobile phone as best as he could while being captivated by the licentious indulgence of the slattern woman lying before him.

However, his stiff erection was becoming a mounting distraction to his undivided attention as it pounded in increasing anger against the cotton fabric confinement, insisting on its immediate release.

The teenager found himself in a contemplative dilemma whether to free his throbbing member or ignore its plea to continue peeping at his voyeuristic encounter when moans of sexual gratifications within earshot resolved his short-lived quandary. The owner had intensified her self-indulgence and masturbated herself to several orgasms.

He snapped out of his daze to see the owner's curvaceous body transition into rapid convulsions. Her whole being trembled and shook uncontrollably in a hysterical manner he had not seen anything like it ever before in his teenage years. He could feel his steely erection leaking precum juices from its jap eye as he continued watching the intense action taking place.

After five minutes or so, the climatic atmosphere tapered to a quiet calm. This was the moment the teenager decided to slither his way out of the owner's room, before she realized anything was amiss, including the breach of her privacy.

Once outside, the teenager headed straight for the common bathroom. He unzipped his pants and took out his massive boner in his right hand, stroking it back and forth fervently. With the fresh live-action replaying in his mind over and over, aided by the recorded video footage on his mobile phone, it only took mere seconds before he brought himself to a mind-blowing orgasm!