Nylon Sheets

Nylon sheets? Yes, nylon sheets! Well, I couldn’t afford the silk or satin kind and nylon was the next best thing. Nylon sheets quickly warm up when you lie on them and they're really smooth against your skin. In fact, if you lie face down on one and 'fuck' it, it feels like your cock's rubbing against someone else's skin. That someone else can be anyone you choose to fantasise over: the girl next door, a famous pop star, your sister? Actually, I don't have a sister but if I did, she'd have become semen stain on my sheet for sure. As it turned out, I had mum to inspire me, but more on that later.

As I've already mentioned, nylon sheets quickly reflect your own body heat so it feels like warm human skin you're lying on. However, as soon as you start shafting its sleek, smoothish surface, you start to generate even more heat due to cock on plastic friction. It feels slightly alien but this only serves to make the sensation more titillatingly exciting. Also, nylon sheets are non absorbent so when you sweat, it feels like the sheet's sweating, which in turn gives you an even more realistic sensation of shafting another human being. Cool eh? Well, perhaps not if you're perspiring.

There are, of course, inevitable consequences to frigging yourself off on an non absorbent nylon sheet. Firstly, it doesn't absorb your cum. Therefore, continuing to thrust against it after emission merely serves to spread your jiz around, all over the sheet and all over you. I quite enjoy the sensation of this at the time, although that large wet patch tends to stay wet and soon goes cold on you, which can be a bit of a nuisance to sleep on. Also, in no time at all, both you and your bedroom begin to reek of the stuff and if you're still living at home, your poor mum will be getting a lung-full of this, not to mention some slimy fingers, everytime she changes your sheets. In short, she'll know what you've been doing and what's more, you'll have to face her knowing she knows. This will add an intimately sexual element to your mother/son relationship. I know it did with mine. I felt compelled to beg her not to tell dad as he would probably have told me I was risking going blind and **** me to get rid of my beloved nylon. Since she wasn't in the habit of keeping things from her husband, it took a lot of pleading and begging on my part and once she'd agreed, a lot more grateful kisses and cuddles from me than would have naturally occured otherwise. I guess it was the un-naturalness of the situation that sensitised me to how soft my mum felt when I cuddled her; how much I enjoyed the feel of this feminine softness yielding to the gently pressure exertated by my strategically placed hands on her short, plump womanly body; how warm and smooth her cheeks were when I kissed them and how she never actually resisted any of these displays of affection from me. That got me fantasising about how far I might dare pursue these incestuous thoughts and quite frequently, even before my mum had got back down stairs after changing my sheets, I'd be back in bed inseminating clean nylon ones to thoughts of taking advantage of her motherly love that seemed currently to be denying me nothing. Maybe next time, a passionate kiss on the lips? A blatant grope of a bountiful maternal breast? I pictured her begging me to stop and yet going down without a fight as I dragged her onto my bed and . . .

Oh, don't worry; I never got as far as **** my mother, even in my lustful imagination. That would have been just plain wrong and anyway, even though she's my ever-loving mum, she was still a member of that terrifying sex that scared me shit-less. No, erotic thoughts about her brought me to orgasm and that for me was enough. She knew I had them and I knew she knew. But we never talked about it and I never took our physical encounters any further than a hands on cuddle. Like my cum drenched sheets, it was our guilty secret, until I moved out.