"Auntie Tsuki, just use Yanagi's. Your figures are similar. It doesn't matter if they're a bit small. In fact, smaller is better." Ethan imagined the erotic sight of the fabric digging into her mature thighs.
Standing before the closet, the MILF hesitated before finally opening the door. She was the one who did the laundry, so she knew exactly where Yanagi's stockings and lingerie were kept.
Under Ethan's gaze, she slowly peeled off the thin nude stockings and pulled on a pair of slightly tight, thigh-high black stockings. The tightness didn't bother her; the thrill of wearing her daughter's clothes while making love to Ethan made her feel a mix of shame and... intense stimulation.
Ethan couldn't restrain himself. He rushed to her side and pinned her against the closet. "Ah!" Tsuki squeaked, startled by his haste. Then, squinting her eyes, she submissively leaned against the closet, arching her back and sticking out her rounded ass in a lewd pose.
Ethan stroked her inner thighs. Just as she expected him to enter her, he changed his mind and slid his dragon between her black-stockinged thighs instead.
"Mmm... Ethan?" She turned her head, her silver ponytail brushing against her smooth back. She was confused. Why play with her legs when she was ready for him?
As Ethan began to thrust his dragon against her thighs, she realized his intent. "Hmph... you really are a leg-fetish pervert." She felt an itch in her flower-path, but Ethan was too preoccupied with the sensation of the black nylon against his skin to care. The "hissing" sound of the fabric rubbing against him was incredibly smooth and intoxicating.
"Mrs. Uzaki, your thighs are too cute. Let's do a practical rehearsal first."
"Uuu... pervert..." She turned her head back in shame, letting him do as he pleased. To get to the "real thing" faster, she began to cooperate, parting her thighs slightly so he could slide deeper. Once the hot dragon head poked through the other side of her legs, she clamped them shut.
It felt as tight as a virgin's hole. Ethan wrapped his arms around her waist, leaning his weight into her. Smelling her hair, he began to thrust rapidly between her thighs. The friction against the black stockings felt amazing. He began to kiss her hair, his pace mimicking actual intercourse. A bit of clear pre-cum leaked out, wetting a patch of the black nylon.
"Ethan... this feels... so strange." Tsuki's temperature rose, her shame replaced by pure lust. Her red lips parted, gasping in sync with his movements. Ethan wouldn't leave the silkiness of her legs yet. One of his hands strayed to her crotch, stroking the slit of her honey-cave; within seconds, he felt a warm fluid wetting his fingers. Even "thigh-sex" was enough to make this sensitive MILF leak.
His dragon reached its limit. He moved his hand from her crotch to grip her breasts and hair, his breathing ragged. With a final, heavy thrust between her thighs, he reached his limit. With a splat, thick, white life-essence erupted, drenching her rounded thighs and decorating the black stockings with streaks of white.
"You... you came all over my legs..."
"Mmm..." He leaned against her back, savoring the psychological satisfaction. The silver-haired woman turned her head and offered her tongue to him. He didn't refuse, engaging her in a wet, sloppy kiss. After a moment, Ethan laid her down on the bed, spreading her legs wide to expose the pink, tender hole once more.
This time, he was serious. He wanted to turn Tsuki into his exclusive "use-toy."
"Ethan... come on."
Her urging sent another rush of blood to his lower half. He pressed his rejuvenated dragon against her moist lips and, with a powerful lunge, buried it deep within her.
"Ah! Ethan... it's inside... so hot!..."