Zhao Ran had reached his breaking point. The moment his stepmother left, he pulled out the stolen, worn pantyhose he had hidden away. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he hurriedly pushed down his pants and underwear, forgoing any sense of ceremony. The images in his mind hadn’t faded yet. Frantic with desire, he sheathed his throbbing, hard cock with the sheer black stockings. The sensation of the smooth, silky fabric rubbing against his rigid length was indescribably pleasurable. Zhao Ran trembled all over, his cock twitching uncontrollably, nearly pushing him over the edge right then.
Steadying himself, Zhao Ran wrapped his right hand around his cock, now encased in the black stockings, and began stroking. With his left hand, he brought the toe of the stocking to his nose and took a deep inhale. The faint, musky scent mixed with a hint of leather flooded his nostrils. Vivid images of his stepmotherβs full, voluptuous breasts flashed through his mind like a shot of adrenaline, driving him to stroke faster and harder. Waves of euphoric pleasure shot up his spine and exploded in his brain.
As he breathed in the scent of the stockings and frantically jerked himself off, he couldnβt stop himself from picturing his stepmotherβimagining her lying on his bed in her office attire, using her delicate, black silk-clad feet to grip his erect cock, rhythmically pleasuring him with a foot job. In his fantasy, his hands glided over her slender, stocking-clad legs, savoring the smooth, luxurious texture.
After holding back for so long, Zhao Ran wasnβt in the mood to take his time. He just wanted to release as quickly as possible. His hand moved faster and faster. Just as he felt his climax building, the door to his room suddenly swung open.
Zhao Ran jolted in shock. Instinctively, he grabbed a nearby jacket and covered his lower body, cursing himself for being an idiotβheβd forgotten to lock the door.
Fortunately, his reaction was quick enough that his stepmother didnβt immediately see what he was doing. She walked toward him and asked, βAny dirty clothes?β
βNo,β Zhao Ran replied blankly, his mind going numb. He clenched his thighs together, his body stiff.
His stepmother glanced around the room, then picked up the pants he had just changed out of. βThese are filthy,β she complained. βAnd you said there was nothing.β She was about to leave when she noticed the jacket covering him and casually asked, βWhat about your top? Is it dirty?β
βNo, not at all,β Zhao Ran said, praying inwardly that she would leave quickly.
Perhaps sensing something was off, she looked at him suspiciously and asked, βWhat are you doing?β
βNothing, Iβm justβ¦ meditating, focusing my mindβ¦ in deep thought,β Zhao Ran stammered, his voice trembling. He had no idea what would happen to their relationship if she found out.
The next moment, without another word, she grabbed the sleeve of the jacket and yanked it hard.
Zhao Ran couldnβt stop her in time. The jacket was pulled away, and his erect cock, still sheathed in her sheer black stockings, was exposedθ΅€θ£Έθ£Έε°ζ΄ι²ε¨ herι’ε.
Overwhelmed by the shock and stimulation, his cock twitched and throbbed, and he erupted. Thick, white, pungent cum shot out, soaking into the black stockings. She saw it allβevery last detail.
Zhao Ran didnβt dare look at her face, but he could hear her heavy, ragged breathing. After a moment of stunned silence, she dropped the dirty clothes she was holding, turned around, and walked out of the room.
The tingling, euphoric pleasure of his climax slowly faded. Zhao Ran knocked his fist against his forehead. Caught red-handedβhe was truly done for this time.