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All characters in this story are eighteen years of age or older at the time any sexual activity takes place.

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*quot;You seem a little off today if you don't mind my saying. What's bothering you Sandy?*quot;

There was no answer for a while as Sandy tried to compose herself before responding to her good friend April's question. The two were having their weekly lunch at a nice outdoor cafe and Sandy was indeed preoccupied. It did not take a trained psychologist like April Stimson to pick up on that fact.

What Sandy had seen this morning had caused her much disquiet and concern and she had never been any good at concealing her emotional state from April.

It was April who instinctualy had known when things had become rocky between Sandy and her now ex husband long before Sandy was prepared to admit it.

*quot;It's hard to say exactly.*quot; She finally began.

*quot;I suppose if I can't trust you I'll never tell anyone and if that happens I might go mad.*quot;

*quot;You need to open up dear. You look ready to explode.*quot;

*quot;I don't know how to begin. It's embarrassing.*quot;

There was a long pause while Sandy looked down at the salad she was absentmindedly toying with. Eventually April broke the uncomfortable silence.

*quot;Is this about Ronnie?*quot;

Sandy raised her head to meet Aprils eyes as she struggled to hold back tears from her own. She managed a nod and then.

*quot;How did you know?*quot;

*quot;It's plain to me dear that your son is the only thing important enough to you to get you this discombobulated. What has he done that's got you in this state?*quot;

Again Sandy hesitated and April was patient with her friend. She took a bite of her sandwich and gave Sandy time to decide whether to open up or remain bottled up.

Finally Sandy spoke. *quot;It is Ronnie. April, I'm so worried about him. I don't know what to do.

I feel like it's all my fault. He needs a man's influence in his life and even though Bruce was a jerk I'm thinking it might be good for him to be around just now.*quot;

*quot;Don't go there girlfriend. You are well rid of him and he was not good for your son.*quot;

*******

Sandy's ex husband Bruce was not her sons father. Sandy had become pregnant in her senior year of high school and had decided to keep the baby. The real father was unknown to her with exact certainty. There had been a party one weekend near the end of senior year at the home of one of her friends. Sandy had gotten pretty wasted that night. There was some pot smoking and a lot of drinking and then the scene had gotten pretty sexually charged.

The parents of the hostess were out of town and all holds were barred. Several couples were pairing off in corners and disappearing into bedrooms. Sandy saw a boy she was interested in being blown by some girl from her civics class on a couch across from her.

He made eye contact and with a nod invited her to join them.

She did.

She had never sucked a dick before that night but was no virgin. The few times she had sex with her boyfriend, her only boyfriend, she had been very careful to avoid her fertile time as she was not on birth control. Her parents would lose their minds if she got pregnant she had thought at the time, and as it had turned out she was correct.

She got on her knees before the boy and took her turn sucking on his very tasty cock. When he invited the two of them to one of the upstairs bedrooms, which he was quite familiar with from having dated the parties hostess, the two had followed willingly.

He got the two of them on the bed and naked and took turns fucking them until he shot his load deep into Sandy. When he was coming inside her pussy Sandy noticed that another boy had joined them in the room and was busy putting it to the other girl. There were also she noticed, a couple of other horny seniors standing inside the doorway. Somebody had probably spread the word about the two chick's going all the way upstairs.

She never blacked out but was very stoned and very horny and she probably fucked about six or seven boys that night as did her friend from her civics class. Three or four of them at least came inside her unprotected pussy and an equal number got off inside her friend.

Her friend was on birth control.

Sandy was not.

Thus Ronnie was conceived.

Senior year ended before she started to show but when it became obvious she confessed to her parents that she was pregnant. She wanted to keep the baby. She refused to say who the father was and was too embarrassed to say that she actually wasn't sure since she had been willingly gang banged in a drunken and stoned state at the party.

She left home because her father insisted she give the child up for adoption and she refused. After Ronnie was born she started to raise him in a group home for unwed mothers.

She met Bruce about a year after Ronnie was born and he took a liking to her. He was in his late twenties and she was desperate enough for attention that she never hesitated when he asked her to move in shortly after they started dating and she married güvenilir bahis him when he asked her a few months after that.

Bruce was nice enough to her but he was a little distant and cool to Ronnie. Her son was a very shy and introspective boy. Bruce tried on occasion to take him out for guy things but Ronnie usually deferred, choosing to stay close to home.

One day, shortly after Ronnie had reached puberty, Bruce came home to find him wearing Sandy's stockings and heels.

Bruce lost it and started to berate the youngster.

*quot;You're going to turn into a fag if you don't straighten out and man up.*quot; He had shouted.

Bruce had never adopted Ronnie but he felt that Ronnies apparent predilections were somehow a reflection on his own manliness.

Tensions increased as Ronnie was discovered several more times having invaded his mom's underwear drawer and Bruce repeatedly tried to correct his behavior with verbal threats and beratings. Eventually Bruce was asked to leave by Sandy because she felt it was an unsafe emotional environment for her son.

April had started counseling her friend during this time and she had recommended the splitup. Bruce had moved on to another relationship in the five years since the divorce and had initiated no contact with Sandy or Ronnie in that time.

*******

*quot;Maybe Bruce was trying to do the right thing. I don't want my son to be gay but if he is I'll be okay with that. I just want him to talk with me and he's shutting me out.*quot;

*quot;What happened exactly dear? Stop beating about the bush.*quot;

Sandy sobbed a couple of times and then began.

*quot;I came back from work to the house about an hour ago to get my purse because I had forgotten it and I knew we had a lunch date. When I went upstairs to my bedroom to get it I saw Ronnie in the hallway standing with his back to me before the full length mirror we have at the end of the hall.*quot;

There was a moments pause while Sandy gathered the courage to say what she had to say next. April waited patiently.

*quot;He was wearing a pair of my pantyhose and nothing else. He was touching himself down there with one hand through the materiel and I could see that he was very aroused. His other hand was stroking his thigh over the pantyhose like he was feeling himself up. I gasped in shock and he heard me. He saw me looking at him through the mirror and he ran into his room and locked the door.*quot;

*quot;Did you try to talk with him?*quot;

*quot;He wouldn't answer me. Eventually I told him I had to meet you for lunch. I told him I loved him and not to worry. That we would talk later.*quot;

*quot;That was good.*quot;

*quot;I don't know what we will talk about. I don't know what I can say. Does this mean that he's gay? That he's some kind of transvestite or something? I don't know how to get my head around all this.*quot;

This time it was April who paused before offering, *quot;I'm not sure exactly what issues your son is working through but he does love you. I have a little more insight into human sexuality than you do and if you'd like I can try to reach him. Try to get him to open up.*quot;

*quot;If he'd be willing that would be great April. You're a real friend.*quot;

*quot;Was this the first time he was into your clothing drawers since Bruce left?*quot;

*quot;Probably not. Actually, almost certainly not. I have found things rearranged and have even discovered cum stains on my nylons in the past. I was afraid to raise the subject. I was burrying my head in the sand. I suppose I had hoped he would grow out of it. I hoped he'd find a girlfriend but he never has. All through high school nothing.*quot;

*quot;Is he a virgin do you think?*quot;

*quot;Without a doubt.*quot;

*quot;Why don't you ask him if he would be willing to talk with me. He knows I do counseling for a living but this would just be as a friend. Call me if he agrees and we can work out a time and place.*quot;

Sandy reached across the cafe table and took her friends hand and said gratefully, *quot;Thank you April. I will do just that when I get home after our lunch.*quot;

*******

Two days later April was at Sandys house and Sandy met her at the door.

*quot;Ronnie is in the living room waiting for you.

I'm so glad he agreed to do this. I'm so grateful April.*quot;

*quot;Don't be silly my dear. What are friends for? Besides, I've known him since he was a little boy. He's almost like the son I never had. It will be my pleasure.*quot;

*quot;I'm going to make myself scarce if that's okay. I can go to the mall for an hour or so to give you two some privacy.*quot;

*quot;That's perfect dearie. Take your time. He'll be in good hands.*quot;

With that said, Sandy left and got into her car for the trip to the mall and April entered the living room to find Ronnie seated in the middle of the sofa with his head down.

*quot;Hello Ronnie.*quot;

*quot;Hi Mrs Stimson.*quot; the young man muttered raising his head enough to make brief eye contact before lowering it again.

*quot;Ms. Stimson,*quot; She corrected him, *quot;I never was married but lets forget all that. You may call me April. Your mom does and we're old friends. I'd like our little türkçe bahis talk to be between friends.*quot;

*quot;Ok.*quot; was all Ronnie could manage without raising his eyes to meet hers.

She had seated herself across from him in an upholstered armchair.

*quot;Ronnie, look at me for a moment while I say a few things to get us started.*quot;

He looked at April expressing some aprehension about what might be coming next.

*quot;Your mother told me about what she saw the other day and she told me she's not sure about how to talk with you about it. Are you embarrassed to talk with me abut this? I think it will be helpful.*quot;

April paused and waited for Ronnie to absorb and acknowledge her statement. He finally said, *quot;We can talk if you like.*quot;

*quot;OK then. First of all its perfectly natural for young people to explore the boundaries of their sexuality. There is nothing abnormal or deviant about what your mom said she saw. Many men like the feel and look of lingerie and nylons.*quot;

April noticed that Ronnie had begun to have his gaze linger a little longer on her legs and she subconsciously recrossed them to capture more of his attention. It was attention that she did not often get.

April Stimson was by any measure a very ordinary looking woman of forty two. She normally dressed demurely and professionally and did not overdo her makeup. She had an average face, wore plain horn rimmed eyeglasses, and kept her brown hair in a short wavy style that was becoming enough. Her B cup boobs fit her slender frame well, but her most outstanding features were two very well toned and turned out legs with a scrumptious set of buns sitting atop them.

Ronnie was obviously attracted to her legs April noted as he had trouble keeping his eyes off her nylon covered calves. Her skirt came down below the knee when standing but had risen to mid thigh as she crossed and recrossed those shapely legs.

Having a young man notice her this way was very exciting for her.

She did date some but as she had said when correcting Ronnie she had never married. In fact she had never had a long term relationship. Her busy work schedule, lack of confidence in her attractiveness, and scarecity of available men in her demographic all worked against her having a regular and fulfilling sex life.

This attention from an innocent but eager admirer was like water to a parched desert traveler.

She knew she was playing with fire and that her friend Sandy would not have approved of her actions but April was moved by an irresistible urge to get up from her chair and join Ronnie on the sofa. She obeyed that urge.

When she sat next to him their thighs touched briefly until he nervousely edged away.

*quot;It's ok dear, I won't bite. I know from what your mom told me that you have put on her hose. Did that excite you sexually? Did you get hard?*quot;

She asked this last question knowing full well that he had been hard. Sandy had told her what she had seen through the mirror.

*quot;It did excite me. I can't help it. Am I weird April?*quot;

*quot;Of course not. You are young and learning about what you like.*quot;

*quot;Does this mean I'm queer or something like Bruce said?*quot;

*quot;Not necessarily. Do you feel attracted to men? Do you imagine women in the stockings you tried on? There are no right or wrong answers to those questions. Just your answers.*quot;

*quot;I like women. I've never had a girlfriend but I'd like to have one. The girls in school never wear stockings that are sexy like yours.*quot;

April squrmed a little at that remark and her pussy dampened.

*quot;These stockings are not especially sexy as stockings go Ronnie but thank you. Would you like to touch them? Feel my legs through them?*quot;

*quot;Oh yes! Please! Can I really?*quot;

With that said she hiked up her skirt and took one of his hands and placed it on a nylon covered thigh.

*quot;Go ahead. Run your hand up and down and feel the texture and the heat of my body coming through.*quot;

April could see that he was hardening inside his denim shorts and that his erection was expanding down along the inside of one thigh. He was adjusting himself with one hand while he continued to fondle her offered leg with the other. Without a word she swung both legs up and across his lap so that her calves rested on his upper thighs. She could feel his hardon againt the underside of those very shapely legs.

April leaned back agaist the arm of the sofa and hiked her skirt up another couple of inches in doing so.

*quot;Go ahead Ronnie. Touch them all over. Tell me how it feels.*quot;

It felt great to April having this young man so appreciate her legs in this manner and was prepred to enjoy his touch for some time when he moaned and stopped abruptly after less than a minute.

She was about to ask if he was ok when she felt the hot wetness against the back of one calf.

He had shot off in his pants. He had come enough to soak through his underwear, his denim, and her hose. Quite the load she thought to herself, but way too quick.

*quot;Did you just have an orgasm Ronnie?*quot;

*quot;Yes ma'am, I mean April. güvenilir bahis siteleri Sorry.*quot;

*quot;Nothing to apologize for.*quot;

She swung her legs back off his lap and saw a huge cum stain spreading inside his pants.

*quot;You did nothing wrong. Perhaps we can talk some more tomorrow at my place. You better get upstairs now and change before your mom comes home dearie.*quot;

*quot;Thanks April. I'm so sorry. I'd like to talk tomorrow. Don't tell my mom about what I did.*quot;

*quot;Don't fret Ronnie. Go and change now. Come to my house after school tomorrow. I'll arrange that with your mom but this will be between us.*quot;

Ronnie scurried upstairs and April reached into her pantyhose and touched herself as soon as he was out of sight.

*******

*quot;How did it go?*quot; Sandy asked as soon as she had returned and seated herself actoss from April.

*quot;I think we made a good start. He seems willing to talk with me.*quot;

Sandy said nothing, waiting for April to expand on that.

*quot;I think he's a normal young man in most respects. I'd like a few more informal sessions with him and he's agreeable to that. We're meeting tomorrow afternoon at my place to explore a little more in depth some discoveries we made today.*quot;

*quot;He opened up to you?*quot;

*quot;Yes he did, a little. I think I can get more out of him though. He's not homosexual by the way and he's very embarrassed about what you saw.*quot;

Relief washed over Sandy as she said to her friend. *quot;Thank you April. I trust you to do right by my boy. He's all I have and I want him to grow to be normal and happy.*quot;

*quot;You can trust me.*quot; April said, not entirely believing herself as she said it.

*******

The next afternoon could not come soon enough for either of them. Ronnie ditched his last class and texted April, asking if he could show up a little early.

April, who had been preparing herself for hours already, texted back that of course he could.

She was wearing waist high sheer nude pantyhose and had on open toed pumps with three inch heels. A wraparound skirt with a floral pattern and an attractive pink blouse under which she was braless completed her ensemble. She was made up as if going out on a hot date as opposed to supposedly counseling the eighteen year old son of her good friend.

She was setting herself up for trouble for she knew she would have great difficulty staying inside the lines of restraint normally called for. The fact that the mere touch of her legs had caused this young man to orgasm was thrilling to her ego and sense of sexuality.

She had orgasmed several times this morning imagining how far things might go while promising herself that she would keep some boundaries intact.

When Ronnie knocked on the door she was dripping with anticipation.

*quot;Come in Ronnie. Make yourself comfortable. Would you like some lemonade or perhaps soda to have while we talk?*quot;

*quot;Maybe some coke if you have it. My mouth is a little dry.*quot;

He had walked the mile and a half from the high school quickly in his eagerness to begin this session and was a little out of breath.

*quot;Done. Have a seat on the sofa and I'll be right back with it.*quot;

After returning from the kitchen April handed him his drink and took a sip of the wine she had also brought back for herself. This would be her fourth glass and she was feeling the effects. Her inhibitions were dangerously reduced.

She sat down beside him and squeezed his knee asking, *quot;How did school go today?*quot;

*quot;Ok April. I'll be so glad when it's done next month.*quot;

*quot;Are you excited about college? Your mom says you're going to the junior college locally for a while.*quot;

*quot;Yes.*quot;

*quot;There are going to be a lot of new adventures to be had. Girlfriends to experience and new things to learn.*quot;

*quot;I don't know about girls April. I don't think they like me very much. I don't play football and I'm kind of scrawny.*quot;

*quot;Don't be silly dear. You are very nice looking and you'll have lots of girlfriends before it's all said and done.*quot;

In truth Ronnie was a little scrawny as he put it. His face was pleasant enough to look at but his body wasn't very well toned or muscled and he was on the short side at five foot six, a good two inches shorter than April.

*quot;You'll get all the girlfriends you need if you learn how to please a woman. Women like to be touched gently and slowly. I liked the way you touched my legs yesterday. I have to confess that it excited me Ronnie.*quot;

*quot;Did it really?*quot;

*quot;Yes it did. I played with myself after you went upstairs to clean up. I played with myself this morning thinking about you touching me again today.*quot;

*quot;Wow! You play with yourself too.*quot;

*quot;Yes I do Ronnie. And I know you've played with yourself after you have gotten into your mom's stockings drawer. She said she has found cum stains on them.*quot;

He hesitated, a little embarrassed, before offering.

*quot;I usually try to rinse them off or get them to the hamper but she came home early a few times and I just put them back in the drawers. She never said anything to me and I was hoping she hadn't noticed.*quot;

*quot;She was embarrassed and didn't know how to bring up the subject. Did you wrap the stockings around your penis to masturbate? Do you masturbate sometimes when you have her pantyhose on?*quot;