Mum's Nylons

My late mum always knew I had a thing about nylons and when she was wearing her nylon stockings I was always very attentive.

Distant memories as a 7 year old back in the 1960's being allowed to look up her dress or skirt. She never told me off and on a few occasions permitted me to fondle and rub her nylon feet and calf muscles whilst she was absorbed in reading a book. On one occasion whilst my head was fully up her dress I managed to push a few boundaries and reached the flesh of inner thighs at the top of her stockings. Any further advancement around her gusset areas was met with timely and gentle pat on my head underneath her dress. I guess that was reserved for my dad's pleasures.

It was years later that we often joked about my wandering hands but alas I was never bold enough or presented with opportunities to pursue my fetish.