Time with stepmom
My parents divorced when I was very young and we lived with my Dad. Just a little back story, I grew up in the 70s and 80s when women dressed up for work and to go out in skirts and dresses with heels and pantyhose. As long as I can remember I've had a huge pantyhose fetish and I never hid that fact with any woman I've met, even as a kid. My Dad dated a lot and finally found a woman he wanted to get serious with, her name was Peggy and she was a business woman who wore pantyhose to work and more everyday. I was around 13 at the time and she would come over to our house after work, mostly an hour or so before my Dad got home. Most days she would change out of her work clothes and hang out with me until my Dad came home, but one day she came over and asked if I could rub her feet because she was running around all day in her heels and her feet were killing her. Of course I jumped at the opportunity and said no problem, so she slipped out of her heels, and sat in one of our dining room chairs. I told her would lie on the floor under the chair and rub her feet, she liked that idea because she would be more comfortable that way. I looked up from under that chair and saw her very pretty suntan hosed feet, took them in my hand and gave her a very nice long foot rub until we heard the garage door open and I had to stop.
After that day she never changed out of her work clothes, she would just kick her shoes off and sit in the chair while I crawled under and rubbed her hosed feet, this happened everyday for about 2 months until my Dad told me and my sister that he had asked Peggy to marry him. We were super happy because she was very cool and I obviously liked being around her. The crazy thing is she never said anything about me rubbing her hosed feet until about a week out from the wedding day, that's when she told me we couldn't continue our daily ritual because it wouldn't be right with me as her step son. I was crushed and wasn't happy anymore about the wedding, until the actual day of.
On the wedding day, we were all getting ready at the house and my Dad asked if I wanted to come to the church with him or wait and come with Peggy and her sister, of course I said I would hang out because I wasn't quite ready, I lied. So, it was just Peggy and me in the house as her sister was coming by to get us a bit later, that's when Peggy called for me to come to the bedroom where she was getting ready. The door was open and I walked in asking her if she was ok and she said she just wanted my opinion on what hose she should were with her dress. Since this was a second marriage for both, she wasn't wearing the traditional big fluffy wedding dress, just a very nice wrap dress that she hadn't quite buttoned up yet so I was able to see her in only a bra and underwear. I asked what were my choices and she had laid out on the bed a pair of suntan Leggs pantyhose that were what she wore everyday and a pair of white thigh highs. I asked if I could see her in both to give her the best advice, this from a horny 13 year old boy. Peggy slipped on the thigh highs which looked amazing and how they looked, I told her I really liked them but wanted to see how the pantyhose looked, so she took off the thigh highs and slipped into the suntan hose all while I was watching and getting quite the erection. She noticed the tent in my pants and gave me a smile and told me after the show I should take care of myself. The suntan pantyhose looked even better, but I asked her why not wear the thighs over the pantyhose, she thought that would work and slid those silky thigh highs up over her hose. I've never seen a better color combo in my life and said yes that's it so that's what she wore to the wedding along with some strappy open toe 3" heels.
Her sister came to collect us and we went to the church, they got married and I just figured that was our last fun time together.
After that day she never changed out of her work clothes, she would just kick her shoes off and sit in the chair while I crawled under and rubbed her hosed feet, this happened everyday for about 2 months until my Dad told me and my sister that he had asked Peggy to marry him. We were super happy because she was very cool and I obviously liked being around her. The crazy thing is she never said anything about me rubbing her hosed feet until about a week out from the wedding day, that's when she told me we couldn't continue our daily ritual because it wouldn't be right with me as her step son. I was crushed and wasn't happy anymore about the wedding, until the actual day of.
On the wedding day, we were all getting ready at the house and my Dad asked if I wanted to come to the church with him or wait and come with Peggy and her sister, of course I said I would hang out because I wasn't quite ready, I lied. So, it was just Peggy and me in the house as her sister was coming by to get us a bit later, that's when Peggy called for me to come to the bedroom where she was getting ready. The door was open and I walked in asking her if she was ok and she said she just wanted my opinion on what hose she should were with her dress. Since this was a second marriage for both, she wasn't wearing the traditional big fluffy wedding dress, just a very nice wrap dress that she hadn't quite buttoned up yet so I was able to see her in only a bra and underwear. I asked what were my choices and she had laid out on the bed a pair of suntan Leggs pantyhose that were what she wore everyday and a pair of white thigh highs. I asked if I could see her in both to give her the best advice, this from a horny 13 year old boy. Peggy slipped on the thigh highs which looked amazing and how they looked, I told her I really liked them but wanted to see how the pantyhose looked, so she took off the thigh highs and slipped into the suntan hose all while I was watching and getting quite the erection. She noticed the tent in my pants and gave me a smile and told me after the show I should take care of myself. The suntan pantyhose looked even better, but I asked her why not wear the thighs over the pantyhose, she thought that would work and slid those silky thigh highs up over her hose. I've never seen a better color combo in my life and said yes that's it so that's what she wore to the wedding along with some strappy open toe 3" heels.
Her sister came to collect us and we went to the church, they got married and I just figured that was our last fun time together.
56-60, M
