Chapter 864: Godmother's Stocking Footjob Experience
"I'm glad you like it. It wasn't a waste of effort for me," Grace said, seemingly satisfied with her outfit. She sighed with a hint of regret, "It's a pity I can only wear this at home for you."
As Kevin caressed his godmother's smooth, stocking-clad legs, he said, "Godmother, why only at home? I think it looks great. If you wore it out, you'd definitely turn heads."
"Of course, I know that," Grace rolled her eyes at Kevin and said helplessly, "But our hometown is too small. There are familiar faces everywhere, and I'm a teacher. What would my students or their parents think if they saw me like this? This outfit cost over a thousand yuan. If it wasn't to surprise you, I wouldn't have bought it."
"That's really a shame," Kevin clicked his tongue. He wished Grace would wear stockings more often. Thinking for a moment, he said, "Godmother, we could go to the city. There aren't as many familiar faces there, and you can dress however you want. No one will care."
"You have it all figured out, don't you? But why would I go to the city for no reason? I'd need an excuse," Grace's eyes lit up. She secretly longed to showcase her impressive figure in beautiful clothes. She had been low-key before, considering her husband's feelings and not wanting to be too conspicuous. But after a recent trip south with her husband, she had a change of heart. Life is too short to be filled with so many concerns. At forty, she knew her figure wouldn't stay the same for much longer. She didn't want to deprive herself forever.
"That's easy. My mom is thinking about opening a clothing store in the city," Kevin suggested, his eyes shining. "You could say you're going to check out the market and take me along. We could have a fun day in the city without worrying."
"You just have your mind on these things. Isn't it enough to do it at home? Now you want to go to the city," Grace said, reaching out to Kevin's crotch, gently stroking his hard cock through his shorts. She smiled and said, "You're still young, but you've learned to play with women. If your Mrs. Garcia finds out, let's see how she deals with you."
Kevin gasped as Grace's fingers teased his penis. His hands roamed her smooth, stocking-clad legs, almost making him ejaculate. He thought women in stockings were indeed extraordinary. He planned to have Alissa wear stockings next time they were together. Her plump thighs in stockings would feel different. He even imagined Grace and Alissa both wearing pantyhose, comparing who looked sexier. Ever since he had a threesome with the two seductive mature women, he couldn't forget the exhilarating experience.
Kevin's mind raced with images of the two hot teachers lying side by side on the bed, their plump buttocks wrapped in sexy stockings, exposing their lewd holes for his cock to fuck alternately. He imagined shooting his white cum all over their asses and backs. It was a thrilling thought. But Alissa was away for training and wouldn't be back for at least a month. The perfect threesome had been split up.
Worried that Andy might return early, Kevin decided to have a session with his godmother first. He quickly undressed, and Grace removed her silk blouse and pencil skirt, revealing her tall, athletic mature body. She only wore the sheer flesh-colored pantyhose, without panties, showing her flat white belly, dense pubic hair, and dark red labia, which were faintly visible through the stockings, adding to her allure.
Seeing Grace about to remove the pantyhose, Kevin quickly stopped her, a bit embarrassed, "Godmother, don't take off the stockings. It's more exciting this way."
"You really know how to play. Whatever you want," Grace laughed, sitting on the bed with her legs crossed, giving Kevin a charming look. "How do you want to do it this time? Godmother will listen to you."
Seeing Grace's upper body bare and her lower body in pantyhose, the semi-nude visual effect was extremely enticing. Kevin changed his mind, remembering a scene from an erotic novel. He stood before Grace, his cock erect, and said with a grin, "Godmother, use your feet to help me."
"You naughty boy, where did you learn that? You play quite wildly," Grace laughed. Wearing the pantyhose made her feel more liberated, awakening her suppressed desires. Blushing, she raised her long legs and began to stroke Kevin's penis with her stocking-clad feet. At first, she was clumsy, but soon had Kevin lie on the bed, positioning her legs between his thighs to stroke his erect cock.
"This feels amazing," Kevin lay on the bed, feeling his cock squeezed by Grace's smooth, stocking-clad feet. The cool, smooth stockings rubbing against his sensitive glans and shaft intensified his pleasure, making his cock harder. Soon, his glans secreted clear pre-cum, wetting Grace's stocking feet.
He couldn't help but lift his head to admire the arousing sight. Grace half-lay opposite him, leaning on a soft silk pillow, her hands on the bed, her full, tender breasts rising and falling with her breaths. Her round areolas shone with a seductive luster, and her erect nipples were tempting. Her flat belly was taut, and her stocking-clad legs looked even sexier.
Grace's enchanting long legs moved up and down, her stocking feet stroking his cock. Kevin was thrilled, rubbing his legs against her smooth thighs, enjoying the unparalleled experience of a stocking footjob.
Seeing Kevin's ecstatic expression, Grace felt particularly excited. This was her first time giving a footjob. The stockings allowed her to feel the boy's thick, hot cock clearly. Especially when her foot touched his glans, the burning sensation transmitted to her brain, stimulating hormone release, spreading throughout her body, awakening her with intense pleasure. Her plump pussy was wet with arousal. As she stroked his cock, she seductively asked, "Kevin, does this really feel good?"
"Why does it seem like you enjoy this more than making love with me?" Grace found it hard to understand men's fascination with stockings. To her, they were just ordinary stockings. Could they be more attractive than a naked woman? She had heard of special foot fetish clubs in big cities, where members loved stockings and would have women give footjobs or use worn stockings for masturbation but wouldn't have sex with the women. Maybe there really were all kinds of people in the world.
"Godmother, you wouldn't understand. It's a different feeling."
Kevin didn't know how to explain it to his godmother. It was like some people liking sweet tofu and others liking savory tofu. A woman in stockings, though seemingly just adding stockings, created a qualitative change.
Perhaps the allure of stockings lay in their veiled nature, expanding men's imagination and desire to explore. Men are visual creatures, and sometimes this semi-covered allure can be more tantalizing than complete nudity.
Different stockings evoke different feelings. Black stockings exude mystery and sexiness, making even an average woman irresistible. Flesh-colored stockings give a gentle, maternal vibe, making women more appealing. Pink stockings represent youthful charm, while fishnet stockings offer a primal, wild temptation. Stockings are the best way to enhance a woman's legs, fulfilling men's fantasies about beautiful legs. Not every woman has legs as perfect as Grace's.
Grace still found it hard to understand, laughing, "I think you're just a pervert, liking stockings for that. Does it really feel good? Doesn't it hurt from the friction? I'm afraid to use too much force."
Kevin grinned, "It feels great, not painful at all. Godmother, could you wear stockings every time we do it? I really like the way you look in them. It's like you're a different person."
"Is that so?" Grace hummed, squeezing Kevin's cock harder with her feet, teasingly saying, "I think you're just bored. Men are all the same, always wanting something new, playing these dirty games. Do you believe I'll tell Alissa and have her teach you a lesson?"
Kevin was speechless. Grace had indeed found his weak spot. The three people he feared most were his mother Bethany, his cousin Audrey, and his homeroom teacher Alissa. Alissa held the most sway over him, having spent the most time with him and wielding significant authority.
Initially, Alissa was like an unapproachable figure to Kevin. Her mere cough could silence a noisy classroom. Even the most mischievous boys wouldn't dare challenge her authority unless they had a death wish. Being called to her office was worse than having parents called in, and some boys had even wet their pants from her scoldings.
Kevin never imagined he would one day sleep with this strict, almost sadistic, teacher. He discovered she was a warm and passionate woman beneath her cold exterior. Every time they made love, he felt like he was dreaming, unable to reconcile the naked, lustful woman with the stern teacher at the podium.
Everyone has a hidden side, and the elegant godmother giving him a footjob with her stocking-clad legs would transform into the strict PE teacher in her sportswear. The students would never guess that their sexy, beautiful PE teacher would bend over like a bitch, letting her godson's big cock fuck her wet pussy, making her moan in ecstasy.
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