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Little Davey is so sweet to his Mommy. He told me he’d found this new little European-style lingerie Boutique downtown that claimed to have the most luxurious selection of pantyhose. They only scheduled shopping experiences by appointment, so Mommy made one just for Davey and I.
The day of our appointment came, and Davey was so excited he kept tugging at his slacks. Mommy would slap his hand and remind him it wasn’t polite to fidget and that if he was a good boy and held all of his cummies until they got back home, she would give him a big, big reward. With Davey’s promise lingering between them to be a good boy and do just that, they walked into the beautiful shop.
Davey And Mommy Go Pantyhose Shopping
Everything was white and blush pink. It smelled of roses, and lingerie lined the walls. Garter belts in every color and pantyhose to match overwhelmed Davey the instant they were through the door. Three beautiful older women greeted them and led them to the back, where a small day bed covered in a soft white comforter sat in front of a small stage with a wall of mirrors behind it for Mommy to model the pantyhose and lingerie.
Poor Davey’s large erection was very noticeable, and the older ladies giggled teasingly. “He just loves to feel Mommy’s legs in her soft pantyhose,” I told them as I petted his head. They guided my sweet boy to the bed and laid him down as I looked over the selection of nylons. So many to choose from! I picked a few and slipped into the dressing room, knowing my boy would be so excited to see his mommy’s legs in suntan nude pantyhose with thick black seams running up the back of my leg. I also put on a deep purple bra and pantie set with a matching garter belt to see how he’d like this look.
When I strutted out onto the stage to model the lingerie, I realized the ladies had tied my boy to the bed! His hands were above his head; his wrists knotted with soft stockings to keep him in place while they tickled different styles of nylon hose up and down his shaft. He looked achingly hard, and I could see the trails of leaking precum from the stage.
Davey whimpered, “No, no, no! Please, I can only make cummies for Mommy. I want to be a good boy.” My hands rubbed up my thighs as I giggled at his struggling moans, which caused him to look over and see me modeling the shiny thigh-high stockings. I popped out one hip, then the other, and he groaned in frustrated pleasure.
“Better hold it, baby. Mommy has lots more trying on to do! “
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