Wet_Dreams

Germany´s most successful female author of pantyhose erotic, wife/man-sharing, and MILF fantasies! Queen of open gussets!

Ny Nyloni is a freelance journalist, describes the lusty satisfaction with silky material in her stories, as nylon lovers have never read before. Her readers call her "The master of movies in the mind's eye". Unbridled but tasteful sex with beautiful long legs in pantyhose and high heels!

Sex with the seductive shimmering look of beautiful, long legs plays a significant role. Wife sharing and man sharing, swinger club sex. That is what the author Ny Nyloni writes in her stories. She also describes the erotic experiences of sophisticated women with young men who desire their admirable, mature bodies. From the middle to the end of the last century, pantyhose provided a delightful, additional emphasis on the female legs. Quite a few young men were tempted into early secret erotic fantasies by touching and looking at women dressed in this way. In this way, Ny Nyloni fulfils the secret desires and wet dreams of men who love the classic female form and want to learn from these goddesses.

The author lives in Munich and on the island of Capri with beloved husband Paul.

What to expect...
Andreas and his wet dreams... he makes it come true... until it becomes true!

His aunt Anja had always been a looker ever since Andreas could remember, a hot piece of ass, as they said back then, his mother's sister, who was in no way inferior to her. She often visited him in the evenings and would always take a quick look in his room, sometimes sitting quite temptingly on the edge of the bed when he was already lying in it and asking him about school and his life. As a matter of course, he put his hand on her beautiful, stockinged thigh, hoping that she didn't notice how he was overcome by this touch, which had been an enormous sexual stimulus for him ever since he had done it to his mother in his early puberty. His mother's legs were not to be sneezed at either, unfortunately they always enjoyed others, he could sometimes hear it when the parental bed creaked as she practised the Summer of Love and free love there with chance acquaintances. Hippies who replaced her husband, his father, who had died at an early age and left him with hardly any memories, except for one particular scene he always had in mind when he thought of his father: it had been 1961, the first car, a Renault R4, the first drive into the blue to a pond where you could go boating, his hand on her passenger thigh, caressing his young mother's pantyhose textures shimmering in the sun, her yellow, short summer dress pushed up a little higher than usual. The following week he drove himself to death, in the back under a truck.

Now, when she sat by his bedside in the evening to read to him or simply tell him about her life, he would put his hand on it as a matter of course and somehow, he didn't know why, after a certain age it became hot and hard in his lap.

Now it was pitch dark in his room, Aunt Anja had only looked in briefly and said good night, it was enough for him to realise how advantageously dressed for his fantasies she was again. Now he heard the high heels of the two sisters, coming from the living room, sometimes walking down the hall, into the kitchen or the bathroom. They were about to go out and if he was lucky, his mother would come to his bedside late at night, still drunk and happy, and tell him about the evening. Or maybe someone would bring her again, in which case he would sometimes be an ear-witness to her amusement.

He now heard snatches of words, giggles and soft conspiratorial whispers. Slowly he began to satisfy himself, letting his imagination fly, unleashing its creative power, feeling the blood rush in and his womb begin to rise and fall.

Andreas imagined what his favourite leading ladies were talking about, a dream that had been taking shape in him for a long time:

They were both drinking champagne and had been talking about God and the world and where else they could go right now.

"What? How old is he? He's graduating from high school soon, isn't he? Doesn't he have anyone to go with?"

"I don't know, there used to be a Petra, quite sweet, but since the last party, something must have happened, he doesn't tell me anything like that. But the other day... (...)" She quickly took a sip from her glass, on which the dark red lipstick had already left its mark.

"Well, I visited him again in his room late at night when I got home, that's what I do sometimes, tell him my experiences of the evening or ask him about his, he put his hand on my leg as always, he's always done that. I think he has always liked to stroke the fine material; he literally explores it, he must have inherited it from his father, he was crazy about it too...!" She looked a little sad and pensive.

"Well, I was wearing bright, shiny tights and these pumps." She lifted her leg a little. They were white patent stilettos with high spiked heels, and she was wearing similar skin-coloured tights with them now too.

(The sensational introduction of the miniskirt in 1962 by fashion designer Mary Quant resulted in a strong demand for fine pantyhose, which were produced for the first time ever in their current style in 1958. They only lost their reinforced panty part when hot pants came into fashion in 1971. Author's note)

Anja looked at her sister's long, shapely legs. "I guess we're both pretty well blessed there." She laughed and looked down at herself at her beautiful thighs, which shimmered in black, thin nylon, and she briefly lifted her long calves, showing off her black, high-heeled velvet pumps. They both wore short leather miniskirts, Sonja a bright yellow one, Anja a black one. Top chic for the time.

"Well?" Curious and somehow excited, she looked at her nephew's mother, because she had the feeling that it was now getting interesting.

"Well, I was sitting there in the dark on the edge of his bed, felt his hand slowly moving back and forth on my thigh and suddenly had the vague feeling that I was also having an effect on him sexually." She had blushed and took another sip.

"Uh, how can I explain it, well, don't judge me, well, I... to me it also seemed kind of intimate all of a sudden... uh... I got all anxious, if you know what I mean!"

Anja understood and also already felt a soft, tingling tiling! With red cheeks she listened to her sister, who was visibly uncomfortable about confessing.

Andreas had already got such a hard-on in his fantasy, just by creating this conversation, that he was getting quite impatient in the slow spinning away of his head cinema. His iron-hard penis was already itching violently in the tip of the glans, but he always enjoyed himself extensively in creating wet dreams:

"Well, nothing happened, well, not when I was sitting there next to him, but... uh... I pulled my hand... uh... down over his bedspread not quite by accident...!" She faltered, giggling. "You see? I wanted to know if...!"

"Well?" Now Anja was all in. She crossed her legs excitedly, slid back and forth a little.

"I'm saying he has an incredibly big cock!" She looked at her sister imploringly.

"I was so frightened when I suddenly felt his big thing through the thin bedspread that I even told him how big he was and that he always had been. You know, I've told you before that he's not small. But at that moment I was so surprised... and... don't you ever tell that... and horny!"

Yes, Anja remembered, they had already made their little jokes when changing nappies, but that didn't have to mean anything with babies. The fact that big, beautiful cocks made her horny was nothing new for her, on the contrary. She had a preference herself, but she didn't mention that now. Nevertheless, she was very interested in her sister's story. In the truest sense of the word.

"I hadn't seen him naked for a long time. It was eerie and overwhelming!" Captivated by her own memory, Sonja looked into the distance for a moment. She remembered exactly what she had thought for a moment, but she preferred to keep it to herself.

"For God's sake, no, er, well, I might have fumbled around a bit, pressed on it once or twice, maybe squeezed it, always with the duvet between, of course, I couldn't believe how hard and big it was, er, and how beautiful I thought it was, but when I noticed it starting to move, I quickly got up and out!"

"Really?" Anja looked sceptical, grinned conspiratorially and was all wet pussy.

"Okay, when I turned around for a second in the doorway, because the glow of the hallway light fell on his bed, I think, I hardly dare say it...!"

With this invention of the conversation of his wet dream, he would already have lost one in the darkness of his room if he had not briefly interrupted his thoughts. But in fact, it had happened exactly the same way. Well, almost exactly, similarly let's say. She had touched him by mistake, must have noticed the thick bulge, because she pressed on it once briefly and felt around, probably more out of curiosity, to explore what he was hiding there under his duvet. When she realised with clear, embarrassed shock what it really was, she had still whispered, "He's so big! He's always been this big!" Then she had quickly got up and had shyly wished him goodnight already from the doorway. He thought he heard another, "Don’t drive so hard!" before it slammed shut behind her. But by then it had come to him. Perhaps she had registered for the first time that her little boy was no longer one. That was maybe three weeks ago. Just the memory of it again excited him to the utmost. He had briefly hoped then that she would do it differently...! And of course, it would never happen again. But his imagination was relentless, and he was addicted to it... so it went on.

He let his mother look at her sister. They both recognised in each other's eyes that this confession had caused more than pure surprise in both of them.

"You know, sometimes I think he satisfies himself next door and imagines me doing it!" His mother only whispered it, as if she was afraid, he could hear her through the wall that separated the living room from his room.

"Well, he always puts his hand on my thigh too." They both suddenly stopped, looked at each other in disbelief. And had the same thought.

Yes, exactly! Right now, in the next room, his son and nephew Andreas was rubbing his already pulsating flesh with relish. Big and hard, it slid through his delicate two-fingered technique, always stimulating his well-developed foreskin frenulum, today they call it a frenulum, he thought of the four legs in gossamer, fine yarn, saw the shimmering black ones of his aunt, the shiny light ones of his mother, literally felt how they felt under his stroking palm and automatically got a hard-on. He fantasised about it but didn't know at all how something so sexual worked, let alone how it felt when things suddenly got serious. He often imagined two final situations where it would finally happen: His aunt would surprise him in the bathtub while he was jerking off, she wouldn't scold him but join him and finally deflower him. Or his mother would come in the evening as usual, but this time she would go through with it and finally lie on top of him and rub her silky structures against him until he came. That was all he could imagine, had no real experiences at all. Just very blatant wishful thinking. But these fantasies always worked.

For his masturbation, however, he had also developed another sophisticated technique, which made him the absolute king in a special competition, the existence of which was better kept secret at home. It had started years ago on a school trip to a camp, when several boys were lying in a tent and someone was secretly masturbating until he was discovered by the others and then they did it together. Even then he always won these orgies. His imagination knew no bounds and neither did his potency. He had often watched the others jerking off, they all did it in a special way, each in his own way. But what were they thinking about? A few days ago, they had gone hiking for the weekend, his three best friends and he, and spent the night in a barn on straw. It had already become a ritual, someone always brought it up, soon they were lying next to each other and one after the other splashed down. Then they sometimes told each other who or what they were thinking about. Andreas didn't find it unusual when the others bashfully talked about their sisters or teachers. Girlfriends were not mentioned. Either there was nothing to tell, like with him, or they didn't dare reveal real intimacies. He also didn't dare say anything about Petra. He had been dating her for a few weeks. She was a miniskirt-wearing classmate who always wore skin-coloured fine tights as well, but they all wore that in the 1970s. Petra had also already nested in his fantasies. They had already kissed several times and once at one of the last parties behind a curtain at the Clamp Blood Dance she had allowed herself to be felt up so that he had penetrated her totally wet, supple sanctuary with his fingers, she even moaned into his kissing mouth to his surprise, but when she finally put her hand on his hard-on in his trousers too, then unfortunately nothing more had happened. She had been so frightened by his size; nothing more had happened. He still heard her incredulous "Oh God!" and saw her face begging for forgiveness. She had broken off their relationship that very evening. He could understand her, what virgin would let herself be deflowered by a clapper?

But he thought his big penis was just fine, it felt really good, even if only between his own fingers, and he hadn't even thought about body parts other than fingers. It wasn't as if there was any form of education for young people in the 1970s about what options were available for pleasurable physical lovemaking on the body of a woman or a man. Andreas had never seen any pornographic images, let alone films. Naked flesh, however, was on the front page of every magazine at the time, but what one could do with it was only told behind closed doors in the locker room at the football club, or in whispers in the schoolyard. He heard some filthy things there, but they were bizarre and hard to believe, unimaginable because they had never been experienced or felt. With the mouth? With the breasts too? Yes, and of course, between the legs, of course, but completely out of his reach. With his huge dick, it would probably never work. That's why he needed a mature woman. She would know how to do it; indeed, he was convinced she would draw out his qualities and appreciate the incalculable quantities. It had long been clear to him that with his pronounced organ, it would be difficult with his peers.

He had two experienced women at home. Both helped him, at least in his fantasies, to be ahead in masturbation with his sophisticated two-finger technique. The boys watched each other, one took his fist, the other even both hands, about him they always marvelled that he only applied two fingers with his huge thing. Very delicate. His fantasies were all the sharper and more sophisticated for that. It was going to last, he wanted to enjoy it. At the third attempt at the wank, however, when the others were already taking quite a long time and painstakingly chattering away, he was at his best in his mental cinema, but he needed the most intense of all fantasies and thought of her: his mother, her long legs in skin-coloured, slightly glittering pantyhose and the white, high-heeled patent pumps, seeing her in a tight bodice that she often wore and stumbling through the flat like that, in the morning, before she put on her costume for work. Heard her moaning under other guys at night, the bed creaking as she did so - and imagined it was him lying on top of her, rubbing the silky textures of the gossamer pantyhose against her twitching pelvis.

And it was precisely for this purpose that he finally turned onto his stomach and rubbed and squeezed his hard-on with pleasure on the mattress, or as this time, on the sleeping bag in the straw. All he had to do was imagine he was lying on top of her, kissing her, she would moan and he would come on her ensnared pelvis! He would be the only one who could satisfy her properly! Again, and again!

His friends couldn't for a long time, watching and cheering him on as he came one after the other, lying on his stomach like that and completely introverted. Six times again that night. Each time they asked him what he had in mind, but he never dared confess to them who he was lying on!

And now, when he heard the chattering sisters next door, he had finished developing his most grandiose idea: Aunt Anja should get up and go to the living room door.

Mother Sonja said nothing but stood up too and followed her. "But don't fuck around, will you?" Although the very thought of it sent another hot, tingling impulse through her spasming vagina!

In his now most ardent fantasy, his glans was already a single ball of fire, he let the door open. A seductive silhouette appeared against the light of the half-dark hallway. Before he registered who had staggered in, the door closed again except for a small crack, and it became almost completely dark. Excited, he listened for movement, heard soft footsteps on the thick carpet, spiked heels. He tried to make out the figure, but of course knew that he had let his aunt enter first. The unimaginable, further increase was already in the back of his mind, it was already causing the highest stimuli on the penultimate level, but for now only Anja was in the room! Now the light in the hallway was switched off and Andreas thought he could only hear the nylon rubbing against the insides of her stockinged thighs. He almost went mad with horniness, let go of his throbbing cock for a moment and hardly dared to breathe, then only rubbed his itching flesh carefully because he wanted to embellish his fantasy even more. The familiar woman, so desired, which of the two it was, he couldn't guess if he didn't know, she was close to his bed now. He reached out in thought, felt a warm nylon leg, delightful to touch, which immediately sat down beside him on the edge of the bed. With pleasure he imagined running his right hand, which was actually rubbing his cock, along the fine yarn, over his thigh and then down his leg until it came to the edge of the velvet pumps. Violently, an itch shot through his glans like lightning, and he let himself go so as not to immediately...!

Let's let his fantasy become reality in our head cinema, for the first time...

Anja entered and saw his silhouette lying in bed. Briefly she thought she saw definite movements under the covers, but then it went dark again, although she didn't close the door completely, but wanted to give her sister the opportunity to watch her jerk off her nephew! For that was what she intended to do, at least she was keen to find out if he really had such great magnificence. The thought of it made her all fuzzy!

Sonja stood in the corridor and peered through the narrow gap in the door, she flicked off the light at the accessible switch, now she could only dimly see her sister sitting down on the edge of the bed! As she did so, she also saw Andreas' hand resting on her black-stockinged thigh and then running down her leg until she felt the pump standing high-heeled on the carpet. She couldn't see what exactly was happening, but after a while she heard a low moan, thought she saw her sister's upper body move a little, but guessed what she was doing there, and her hand slipped under her miniskirt herself and pressed a finger to the hard bud in her undone crotch under the pantyhose and the narrow bridge of the white bodice.

Anja didn't believe it at first, how beautiful and large this specimen was, but immediately got an idea of how smoothly it would glide through her fingers. Slowly, she had pushed down the bedspread for her nephew until everything was revealed in front of her, until she saw in the near darkness how he was still sliding two fingers of his left hand up and down this giant. She felt his arousal, fuelled by the touches of his right hand on the fine pantyhose on her long legs, which she willingly offered to him, and she also felt the looks of his mother at her back as she gently reached out and continued his movements with her slender fingers. Slowly and tenderly at first, then more demanding and purposeful. He should quickly realise that his racy aunt would not give him a chance to come out of this act still innocent! His breath swelled, his hand clawed into the silky surfaces, sometimes on her calf, sometimes on her thigh, she enjoyed his surprised lust and was herself just one more lake of flowing lava! But most of all she was fascinated by his insanely beautiful, supple cock, which was incredibly large and slid iron-hard through her two pincer fingers! It throbbed and pulsed in that glorious piece of life, she now grasped the thick shaft at the root with a ring grip of the thumb and middle finger of her other hand, almost squeezing off its blood supply, but feeling the pumping fluid inside, loosened the clamp a little, now began with targeted strokes of several fingers of the jerking hand, sometimes jerking the foreskin all the way down, pushing it up again more slowly, holding it there with twitching movements below the rim of the glans, making short pauses, pushing it all the way over the bulging tip, starting again. Nobody could stand that for long! With a horny gaze on her work, she listened to him groan, felt him move, toss and turn under this merciless, so sweet, never imagined torture, enjoyed how his pelvis shot up at the first, real treatment by an experienced woman's hand and herself twitched and itched in her middle, because it gave her such unbelievable pleasure to spoil such a magnificent specimen so expertly! She herself slid restlessly back and forth and now she suddenly felt his hand sliding gently along the yarn on her inner thigh, towards her twitching vulva! Her only thoughts were now: Blowjob! Fuck! I want to suck and fuck him! Right now! But she was again aware of his mother's eyes at her back and quickly suppressed the rising urge. It was time to stop this until it was too late for herself to stop, because once his fingers were teasing her themselves, then...! So, as a prelude to the final attack, she expertly pressed a red fingernail into his thick, taut frenulum, knowing full well the effect it would have, and then concentrated on that uniquely sensitive spot with her circling fingertips....

Andreas squirted with a loud moan, he couldn't hold on any longer, the images in his head and the stimulation of his fingers on his frenulum were too strong. From next door he heard the chatter of the women, they were taking their time going out. But now he heard the click of heels and there his door opened once more, quickly but too late he pulled the duvet over his creamy disaster. "We're going now! Bye!" His mother looked a little too long at his body under the covers. Then she quickly pulled the door shut again. "Ciao, Andi!" Aunt Anja also said goodbye from the hallway. "See you next week!"

"Oh" Startled, his aunt stood in the open doorway staring into the tub, aghast. "You're in the bath! I thought you were still at school."

Oh, shit! That was really the wrong moment! And she immediately had everything in view!

"Uh, sorry, shit, no, uh, I'll go again!" And already she was outside, slamming the door.

He had just gotten horny at her nylon stockings hanging on the clothesline, above the tub. Two black ones with seams. Next to them, two pairs of pantyhose, slightly darker than skin colour. Probably soaked overnight in the sink and hung out to dry this morning. Without thinking that her nephew had been staying here with her for a week in the afternoon for a few days, at least he came after school and stayed until dinner because his mother had gone to a music festival in London with her new boyfriend. Andi was old enough to live on his own, but making dinner didn't work out very well then, and his A-levels were coming up soon. The boy needed healthy all-round care, his grades were great and that's how it should stay. Of course, no one knew that he was getting closer to his long-time jerk-off template in the process, except himself. And so his big pipe stood in his lap, protruding with its shiny, thick tip high out of the warm water, actually pointing quite precisely at the silky fetish above him that he liked so much about his Anja, his leggy aunt, who, however, also had a few other undulating attributes that always guaranteed a pleasurable onanism.

He just thought he was having a deja vu, something he had experienced before - or dreamed. But it was even more sinister: one of his favourite fantasies with Aunt Anja was that she surprised him while he was masturbating in the bathtub and then...!

Uh, that had been incredible, like a spark, more like a fireball, it shot fluidly into her centre when she had seen his boner sticking out of the water. She had had many cocks, but this one was incredible! Just as Sonja had described it, the other night when they had gone out and she had told her that she thought the boy had just masturbated when she had opened the door to say goodbye, very quickly he had pulled the duvet over it, but she could still make out his enormous lance! "With fresh streaks!" Out of temper, she had added.

Like a one, this lance now stood there in the flesh, protruding far out of the water, giving the impression of a super phallus, the kind she had already seen on secret visits to these new sex shops, she would have liked to buy one of those and squat on it, just to find out what it would be like, she had never dared, well, there were fruits and vegetables, she had tried them before..., and now there was a young man lying there with this temptation made flesh in her bathtub, which was hot and real. But of course, totally unattainable, her nephew, son of her sister. But how powerful had that been? She had never seen his penis when erect, that it was well built, yes, she had even joked about it with his mother when he was younger, but that big when extended and in full action? Unbelievable!

Andreas - just turned 18 - had a huge cock! And sat, clearly wanking, in her bathtub!

When he had recovered from the fright, he lay back in the warm water, looked up and surrendered again to his favourite fantasy: the stockinged legs of that pedigree woman who had just closed the door in horror. But somehow, in that hundredth of a second of recognition and recoiling, he thought he saw something in her eyes that he had never seen in her face before: lustful fright! Instinctively Andi knew he could go on, Aunt Anja with that look would approve. The big eyes with the long black lashes and the purple eye shadow, now fashionable in the 1970s, the cherry-red full lips, the long auburn hair, her plump bosom under the tight beige cashmere jumper, the tight black leather skirt, so short and bold, plus two silky shimmering black thighs, lower he hadn't been able to see, but surely she was standing on her high spiked heels of the black velvet pumps with them. He had heard her stiletto heels. This overall arrangement was like an extra, horny input. Like the other day when he had let her do incredible things to his cock in his fantasy until his mother ripped the door open!

His rod had been bobbing back and forth throbbing since he had just let her go in shock, he wouldn't need much more in the way of additional stimulation, or maybe he would.... and he looked up again at the stockings dangling close above him.... his visual power was so great, it was almost enough to get to the last level without touching, often at night when he lay there thinking of her, or sometimes both. Of course, he had long since tried out a sharper, forbidden version of the night of a week ago in his head cinema.

He reached up briefly, felt the fine yarn, jerked hotly at the touch, but saw the stocking now slowly unwinding over the thin line.... and then, supporting the gentle jerking movements with two pincer fingers on his thick, iron-hard shaft, pulling the foreskin all the way down, he gingerly placed his fingertip on his thus tightened, thick frenulum and began to act on it with slow rotation. This caused even more hot blood to shoot into his cock, intensely and in jerks, making it pulsate and twitch. As he did so, his eyes literally sucked at the silky stockings above him, imagining her long legs in them. One woman became two, he longed for them both as they slowly floated down on him...! His glans began to itch violently, as if someone was tickling it from the inside with a feather, he imagined them kissing him persistently and lasciviously with wide-open, freshly painted mouths, their glorious legs and ensnared pelvises draped over him as they scraped his sensitive flesh with the silky surfaces...!

When the descending stocking suddenly fell on his hot face, he was already moaning loudly with unstoppable lust, because he felt it run thickly and infinitely sweetly and itchily through his urethra and everything finally welled up violently out of him!

"Well, I have to go to the... oh my God!" Anja was standing in the open doorway again, she hadn't really wanted to play the indignant girl because he was masturbating in her bathtub, instead she just wanted to take another look because she had suddenly been so aroused by the sight, just wanted to see this gem again, actually the beautiful young man stroking himself with pleasure...!

The beauty exploded at that very moment, and she saw the white fountain of happiness spray out abruptly! She watched in disbelief and fascination as one thick jet after another shot up, as the young, slender body threw itself up and down in the water, heard the involuntary groan, the sudden lust in the cry that followed, saw the gossamer-thin black stocking that had settled over his wide-open mouth, the horny look from him, black stocking that had settled over his wide-open mouth, the horny look of him, sucked in by her remaining stockings and pantyhose over the tub, until he looked at her exhausted, not without guilt and shame, but also peaceful and satisfied. As if he had just made love to her.

Anja heard herself gasp. "What... aah... that can't be... no way... uuhh!" It should have been indignation, but it sounded like a... horny surprise, an unforeseen, welcome...! She watched, fascinated and without any reaction, as he slowly took the fine stocking that had slipped down from his face, looked at it almost tenderly, then rose from the water with the creamy threads in it to hang it over the line again. As she did so, she stared at his incredible member, still swaying and stiffly jutting in her direction.

That he was bigger than all the others, not in height, he was rather average there, but where it called, itched and became stiff, since he was ten years old, since he chased and tickled the girls with his skirts in school class, since he perceived his mother in pantyhose and bodice as somehow tempting, that he was bigger in willy strength than other members of his species, that he saw for the first time in the shower of the football club. And sometimes in his mother's eyes when he had been dried by her.

Every time he heard her with other men in the creaking master bed, he imagined being in their place and giving it to her, even though he still didn't know how that worked at all. He then jerked off with her as a fantasy in front of his eyes, her shimmering legs in the skin-coloured pantyhose and white stiletto pumps, the white bodice in which she still walked around the flat so unashamedly, unaware that he was thus providing her precocious son with incredibly explosive ammunition for his orgies with her in his head. Well, it was the time of free love...

"He's so big!" He still heard that to this day in his inner ear as he jerked off. Yes, it had been a whisper, her whisper, as he stroked his hot hands along the outside of her silky thigh while she gave him his goodnight kiss, stroking the bedspread as if by accident until it caught on the throbbing pole beneath. "He's always been this big! Even when you were little." Again, he heard her whispering above him in the semi-darkness. Andi groaned as a palm pressed down on his strength, testing, and squeezing the towering giant, immediately he began to itch, to twitch, quickly she stood up suddenly, already stumbling towards the door. When she turned around again, he was already squirting and Andi was sure for the rest of his life that his mother had noticed before she closed the door behind her, she said something, but it never came to that again! But he was allowed to continue stroking her legs, and Anja's too.

"Your mother told me early on to wear tights when you read to him!" Anja was still standing in the bathroom doorway, staring at his stiff giant. "She also said he's incredibly tall for his age! Now I know what she meant." Slowly she came closer.

He watched her, it was already throbbing again in his cock, which pointed steeply and hard at her. As violently as he had just come, the situation was suddenly so horny and so great it made his young and fresh blood shoot into him again and his flesh strengthen! It was almost exactly like in his fantasy!

Anja stopped a metre in front of the tub, her gaze fixed again and again on his big cock, and it seemed as if it twitched inside her when it bobbed a little because blood was rushing into it while she pulled her jumper over her head!

As her large, firm breasts plopped out of the tight cashmere under which no bra held the surges, the blood pressed again into his glans, which seemed to be towering, seeking her red lips, which now came impatiently closer, opening luringly.

And when the angels began to sing, because their mouth music made his knees buckle, she stripped herself of everything else she still wore on her body in the process.

He didn't care at all that she got into the tub completely naked, nylon was no longer even a thought, his pelvis followed her head, which he felt so comfortable in right now, and red fingernails played like spider legs on his lance and a tongue tip harped on his Pointie.

Her moans had already started when the big glans pushed itself between her red, full lips, weakened briefly when it slid out again and now, after he lay down and she lowered herself squatting over him, swelled again louder into a lustful wail because his plump flesh pressed itself between her hot, impatient labia, into a slippery wetness that did not come from the bath water. And when she felt the warmth of the water on her hips too, she screamed out her passion in pleasure and delight, while her vaginal muscle finally snapped shut behind the incredibly thick rim of the glans before incomprehensible horniness could turn into pain! Her tight, supple sheath moved down jerkily until her wombs finally flanged together with a scream from two mouths!

Andreas moaned and gasped with pleasure he had never felt before, watching the nylon stockings dangle above him while his aunt feasted on him and he felt all his strength inside her, which would last until he had brought a mature woman to orgasm for the first time and was flowing away with her tightly entwined almost simultaneously.

The sixth time he succeeded in the evening around half past eight. Completely exhausted and overjoyed, he rolled out of her clasping scissors, the last number had lasted almost an hour, he couldn't get enough of her lustful wails and the up and down of her multiple orgasms, without him suspecting that they were any. Her tapestry of sound was one sexual wonderland in which he reveled and pumped. Pumping was the order of the day, because towards the end he almost didn't think he could come himself, he was so exhausted by now, but his wet dreams of glistening pantyhose legs and white bodices had helped him over the final threshold to finish screaming out loud in this glorious, completely naked, sweaty, twitching body.

"You're amazing!" Afterwards, Anja lay next to him and was still totally fascinated and completely taken by surprise by this turn of the day, since she had come home at noon and then actually deflowered her nephew. Afterwards she had gone back to the office for another three hours, but by four she hadn't been able to stand it there any longer because of the lust and since then she had only been fucked and made love to - like never before! From twenty centimetres she looked into his happy eyes, quite unsure of her intense feelings, which were not purely sexual. But suddenly the super phallus from the sex shop and her own fantasy ran through her mind and she had to laugh involuntarily.

"Okay, so, you're amazing, in bed, for your age and all... you're so... incredibly beautiful!"

He looked at her in astonishment, but registered perplexedly that she meant it in the same way.

Then she grabbed his now curled, rather slippery penis and squeezed it lovingly. "No, not just there, but there especially!" Then she had to laugh again, but it was a happy laugh.

"And you laugh at that?" He still couldn't quite place it, although he thought she had enjoyed him, him, the shy 18-year-old with the enormous cock.

"Well," she looked mischievously into his eyes, "there's one of those sex shops near here and I saw a superphallus there the other day, a really big, strong thing. Well, you're at least as well-built."

"Well, I had thought about buying it and what it would be like to do it with it sometime, you know...!" She was ashamed to admit that in her fantasies she dreamed of being taken for real. Hard and strong! And then suddenly her nephew would have fallen into the tub, and everything would have come almost as she had always imagined. A little shyly, she told him that she sometimes liked to withdraw into herself, nice and cosy and often in the bathtub, where he had also let his wet dreams fly today and had exactly this fantasy, namely to sit on it, to fill herself up, to get it properly, to practically get it herself on a firm, exciting, beautiful cock like his was, that would be her greatest wish, but in her fantasy it happened completely faceless.

"Yes, when I saw you lying there, in the tub, at first I thought I was out of my mind, but you were sent to me by an angel."

"You'll laugh, I thought the same thing. I felt the same way, my fantasy with you came true too. And it was always you."

And he confessed to her that he had always dreamed of her, that she was his favourite woman and that he had imagined it in the bath just as often. He said nothing about nylon stockings and the like for the time being. At the moment he didn't miss it at all. He felt the blood slowly rushing back into his rather battered cock. Her fingers massaged his tiredness out of it, not without skill.

She looked at him with big, mischievous eyes, there was already another little fire flickering there.

"All right. So, I walk on high heels clacking through a dark alley, wearing only a black patent leather coat, nothing underneath except a collection from this sex shop with black seamed stockings and a lifting corselet with suspenders. My naked, still lifted breasts rub against the coat from the inside with the completely stiff, sensitive nipples and I walk along there every night, wanting to draw attention to myself because there are quite a few men hanging around, it's a harbour district, wicked, all skin colours are there, even the jet-black ones from Senegal, they are supposed to have such huge cocks! Now I know better, haha!"

"I'm already completely wet and feverish, but no one takes any notice of me until.... In my fantasy a big car suddenly pulls up beside me, an American road cruiser, a Cadillac with tail fins and whitewall tyres, the passenger door opens, I'm grabbed, screaming, but in my fantasy I already come the first time while stroking myself, strong arms throw me into the back of the car, there lies an ebony, muscular, tall black man, his incredibly thick, pink glans, peeled out of the foreskin, shines in the darkness of the car, a hand holds my screaming mouth shut, strong arms push me on, my hands are held on my back, I slide involuntarily towards this revelation and don't want to, do want to and then the lying black man embraces my big breasts, squeezes and kneads them, one last jerk from behind and then "Aaaaaaahhhh.... aaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh!" I sit on him and usually come already! Like now... aaauch... aaahhh... mmmmmaaahh!"

Andreas had not noticed that she was not only caressing him, but also herself.

She grinned at him with satisfaction a moment later. "And you? What do you really dream about besides fucking me in the bathtub?" Now she had slipped his foreskin down and her fingernails were scraping his taut little frenulum. She knew all the nasty subtleties; he had already experienced that. Almost painfully, the blood flooded back into his cock.

"Well, your imagination and mine are not that far apart. I always wanted an experienced, mature woman like you are, actually I only ever wanted you, and I liked the seamed stockings in your story best!"

"Oh yeah? Is that why you always like stroking my legs when I sit by your bed, oh my God, since I sit by your bed. Your mother told me back then to wear pantyhose when you read to him. Your mother... my legs... her legs... oh no, what are you really thinking about, big boy? Honestly now!"

He came half an hour later for the seventh time that day, this time in her mouth, when he had confessed all his fantasy to her, which had developed such power in the process that it had not been difficult for him!

What are we going to do now? That was written very large in her gaze as she looked at him from below with her mouth salivated.

The next day he went straight home from school, it had been difficult for him to be in the classroom anyway. If he had a hard-on, it was hard to hide. Fortunately, he didn't have to go to the blackboard. And now it was the weekend, starting next week were the Abitur exams, he had everything on it, he could relax. But there was no sign of relaxation. The events of the previous day were still sitting in his loins. Just the thought of his aunt Anja, this beautiful and so voluptuous woman had given him, the inexperienced nephew, everything, given herself, for the first time. His deflowering in the bathtub had been incredible, never had he experienced anything so surprising, never had everything he imagined been so real, happened so suddenly. Her naked skin, all over and on him, had swept away all thoughts of nylon. Reality was once again far more impressive than fantasy, which hadn't known what was really waiting for him anyway. He had explored her all over, especially her magnificent bosom, so soft and yet so firm, she had let him, but the most fantastic thing of all was: she was totally infatuated with his member! There had been no horrified flinching here, but curious investigation, it seemed to have a magical attraction for her. She did everything with it that the boys told each other behind closed doors. He now knew how it went between her breasts, in her mouth and again between her legs. Also, how it went with her with his mouth! That had been almost the best! She had moaned and cooed as she slowly brought his face down, he didn't know what she wanted at first, he was just caressing her heaving breasts again, but then he understood, his just flaccid penis after the fourth time strengthened again at the idea, he felt her willingly spread her thighs for him until he plunged his face into her hot, wet vulva and her body tensed as he extended his tongue for the first time in her wet jungle! The mixture of her juices and himself hardly bothered him, so overwhelmed was he by the fact of doing it. Doing it to a mature, experienced woman who was not experiencing it for the first time, but who, it seemed, was enjoying it very much! Her pleasure level was still very high after the act and she was already coming persistently whimpering as soon as he had started.

Now he was standing in front of his mother's wardrobe, and he no longer understood what had attracted him to her. It had probably been the combination of the lingerie that was so seductive for him, the glittering tights and the yellow summer dress that she had worn on that trip into the blue and had never worn again since. That was twelve years ago. He had confessed that to Anja, too, but above all he had confessed her uncomplicated stumbling around in nylon legs on the high heels of her white pumps, and her white, tight, finely woven bodice in the morning before she got fully dressed. He always had that in mind in his wet dreams. But Anja was much more exciting, much more beautiful, however she had had a horny idea and now it had to be realised. "Get her clothes! For me!" His mother wouldn't be back from England until tomorrow, or so he thought. Just as he found her fine white lace bodice in the wardrobe, he heard the flat key. And a moment later she was standing in the bedroom with her little excursion suitcase and just saw him trying to put her white pumps back in the right place. Her look said it all, as if she knew everything, but it wasn't so, as it then turned out in a clarifying conversation.

"You're out of your mind, aren't you? Go to your room, study for your exams next week!"

That day, he never left his room. Even with the best will in the world, he could not imagine what was being said there in the kitchen and later in the living room, well, first there was shouting, then it calmed down a bit, later it was completely quiet for a long time. Unusually quiet.

In fact, late in the evening he heard distinct, rapid clacking in the hallway.

"I'm going now, Andi! I'm sorry." His aunt! He probably wouldn't see her again so soon. That couldn't be true! He was about to jump up, but then he heard the flat door slam behind her. "I should hope so!" His mother didn't seem relaxed again after all. Then he heard her clatter into the bedroom. His whole world was in ruins, just a moment ago everything had been sunshine, now it seemed as if everything inside him had been extinguished. At least all his hope for a satisfying future, let's put it that way. And there was no thought of fantasies either. He turned out the light and sulked himself to sleep. But somehow, he found it reassuring that his mother didn't seem to be too angry with him. Otherwise, she would have come in again.

"Andreas?" Shit, there she was. Backlit in the hallway, she stood in the doorway. Here we go!

She came in, he heard her stiletto step, it astonished him, and he looked closer. She had left the door open; her silhouette was taking shape. It couldn't be! She was wearing the yellow summer dress; he could clearly see her curves shining through the thin material in the light of the hallway. He looked at her legs, her feet...! Unbelievable! She was wearing everything!

"I had no idea what was bothering you, how much you internalised and glorified everything with your father. Anja told me earlier."

She sat down like this on the edge of the bed. He didn't dare put his hand on her shimmering thigh.

Smiling, she looked down at him. Then she took his hand and put it on her silky leg. Incredibly fierce sensations shot through him.

"He loved to caress my legs, you are not inferior to each other. Yes, especially when I had pantyhose or nylons on. He liked that. Oh yes!" She looked pensively into the past for a moment. "And I also know from Anja what it turned into for you, what fantasy and so on. I'm sorry, but that will never happen. Surely you understand that, don't you?"

He nodded, with a lump in his throat. How on earth had he come up with this stupid idea? Of course, it would never happen. Especially not spoken so loudly by her.

"Take your make-up off!" Abruptly she stood up, said nothing more and closed the door behind her.

Great! It was nice that she understood him, somehow the knot was broken, she didn't seem to be angry with him anymore. But Anja was probably still too much of a red rag for her.

All right, he thought, let's do our A-levels first and then we'll see. After all the excitement, he quickly dozed off and almost fell into a deep, relieving sleep....

She came back. He briefly recognised the silhouette of the yellow summer dress in the hallway light, the shiny legs, the white pumps... but this time she closed the door behind her. It became pitch dark. Almost instantly he was awake. And not only his mind, but also his abdomen, which suddenly became well supplied with blood. God. Would she actually come to his bedside again? He heard her tentative steps, the heels of pumps, the rustling of clothes, clothes so erotic to him! Some of it fell to the floor, then the mattress pressed in on the edge of the bed and she was actually sitting close to him. He smelled her fresh perfume, imagined her red mouth just painted again for him, barely breathing, heard her soft breathing - and then put his hot hand on her warm yarn on her thigh! Immediately a gush of blood rushed to him, and he had to move back and forth a little. It was unbelievable that it was really happening now! But he would never be able to tell anyone, not even Anja, no matter how much she tormented him with her dexterity. His hand ran softly crackling along the outside of the thigh and did not find the hem of the dress, slowly it dawned on him what had fallen to the floor and then, he almost groaned, he touched the edge of the fine white lace bodice under which the structures of the pantyhose disappeared.

She put her hand on his mouth, made a soft "Shhhh!", indicated not to say or speak, probably it was scary for her to do these things now, but then she pressed her hand on his hard-on under the duvet, much more purposefully than then, he moaned loudly with incredible delight and pleasure! Gently she kneaded his hard flesh until she finally removed the duvet and he thought he couldn't stand what happened next! If he hadn't already cum seven times in the last 36 hours, he would have done it right now! At the latest when he massaged her magnificent bosom through the fine fabric of the bodysuit and after a while it suddenly became warm and tight around his glans, and he registered that her mouth was covering it with wide, red lips while two pincer fingers slid smoothly up and down his shaft! This was such a sweet assault he had never thought possible! Moaning loudly, he tossed and turned, clawing at her silky legs as if in his fantasy, until she suddenly changed position, lying down beside him, pressing his face against her bosom on the lace bodice and letting her inner thighs with the shiny pantyhose gyrate on his big, plump glans! He cried out under this never-before-seen refinement, put one hand on her rotating thigh, stroked it erratic, embraced her hot womb with the other, noting how she also twitched and moved. It didn't seem to leave her cold either, but Andreas could only feel his own pleasure, he was no longer capable of anything else. It rose up in him, he was about to come, but by then she was already lying all over him, pressing the fine fabric of the bodice that encircled her onto his thick cock, reaching into his crotch, deftly unbuttoning the stay and squeezing the pulsing, itching flesh between her thighs, rubbing the fine mesh of the pantyhose into the sensitive pores of his shaft, his glans, heard his screams, his unbridled lust, pressed her face against his neck, swayed and rocked back and forth, felt him thrusting from below, against her stiff clit under the yarn in her soaking wet middle and heard his choppy gasps, already coming herself, just before it finally gushed out of him violently! Deftly, she had slid her ensnared pelvis onto the underside of his sensitive organ, rubbing it between bodysuit and pantyhose until it finally gave out! Her twitching body massaged Andreas out of all his hot, liquid lust with the fine nylon. She was also still moaning and panting heavily when she noticed how he wanted to pull her against him and kiss her. She shook her head violently, literally tore herself away from him and quickly left the room.

He lay in the darkness for a long time and couldn't believe it. Then the door opened again, and she just stuck her head in. "First you do your High school diploma, then you can meet Anja, all right?" He just nodded, not sure if she saw it at all.

What a life, he thought! Two wet dreams realised in two days with two women! And what women!

In the kitchen sat his aunt Anja in the white, unbuttoned bodice, the shiny pantyhose, and the white patent pumps from her sister's feet. Her cheeks were still glowing, in her crotch and on her ensnared pelvis she felt the moisture that was far from coming from him alone.

"It doesn't matter, if he finds it in the morning, he'll think the whole story is even more real." Sonja grinned. "It's a pity really, I would have liked to do it myself already."

They had to be careful that Andi didn't hear their laughter. Anja quickly changed and then quietly tiptoed out of the flat, for real this time.

She really didn't need to go to the harbour district now. As she passed the sex shop, she saw the thick, artificial phallus. It gave her a pleasant sting and she laughed out loud.

The other morning Andreas was sitting in the kitchen at the breakfast table, which he had already set, when his mother stumbled in. As almost expected, she was wearing the white bodice with the bright shiny pantyhose peeking out at her beautiful thighs from the leg cutouts.

She looked at him uncomprehendingly for a moment, but then responded accordingly.

"Why you moan like Aunt Anja!" He grinned. "Perfect tabloid theatre from you two. Didn't occur to me until afterwards though, in the heat of the moment I actually mistook her for you. Not really nice, but understandable!"

"Actually, no. In the darkness, it was really you for me. It was wonderful!"

"Listen, Aunt Sonja and I want to go to the island Sylt this weekend. Don't you want to come with us?"