Nylon Footjob For The Stewardess
Stewardess Liza sat on the edge of her bed, checking her watch anxiously. She was due to board her flight in just thirty minutes, but her stepson was nowhere to be seen. Her heart raced as she thought about the possibility of being late for her shift.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, her stepson walked in. He looked nervous and out of breath, like he'd been running. Liza sighed in relief, thinking that he must have forgotten something important. "I'm glad you're here, honey," she said, trying to sound calm. "I really need to get going."
But her stepson didn't seem to hear her. Instead, he closed the door behind him and locked it. Liza's heart began to race again as she watched him approach her with a mysterious smile on his face. He grabbed her hands and started to tie them behind her back, using the silk scarf she kept on her dresser.
"What are you doing?" she asked, her voice trembling with fear. "Honey, I really need to go."
But her stepson didn't answer. Instead, he knelt down in front of her and started sniffing her nyloned feet. Liza gasped as she felt a rush of hot shame flood her body. This was the last thing she expected from her stepson, who had always been respectful towards her.
"Stop it, please," she pleaded, trying to pull away from him. But it was no use; her hands were firmly tied behind her back.
Suddenly, she felt something hard pressing against the back of her thighs. Her stepson had his cock out, and he was pushing it between her nylon-covered legs. She wanted to scream, but she couldn't move with her hands tied. All she could do was watch in horror as he started fucking her feet through the nylon.
It was the most humiliating thing that had ever happened to her, but she couldn't deny the strange pleasure she felt from his touch. After what felt like an eternity, he pulled out and shot his cum all over her pantyhose and toes.
"Now hurry up," he said, untying her hands and helping her stand up. "You're going to be late for your flight."
Still in shock, Liza slipped into her pumps and ran to the airport. The entire experience felt surreal, like a twisted dream. She wondered if she would ever be able to forget what had happened.
As she boarded the plane, Liza couldn't stop thinking about her stepson's strange request. She wondered if she had done something to deserve it, or if he had just been acting on a twisted fantasy. Either way, she knew their relationship would never be the same again.
