Play with my Pantyhose

Casey shows up to crash at her buddy's place but he's nowhere in sight. His mom, Serene, opens up and waves her in while she keeps folding up her pantyhose on the couch. Casey can't stop staring. Those sheer things gliding between Serene's fingers have her brain spinning. Serene clocks the look on Casey's face and grins, says she needs to grab something, then slips out of the room. The second she's gone Casey snatches a pair off the cushion, rubbing the nylon between her fingers, getting all worked up imagining Serene wearing nothing but that smooth, clingy layer while Casey peels it off with her teeth, kisses every inch underneath, wraps those legs around her head and keeps them there. Serene's back sooner than expected. She lingers in the doorway, watching Casey get lost in the fantasy, breath shallow, fingers stroking the sheer fabric like it's already on skin. Finally she steps out, cool as you please. Casey nearly jumps out of hers. Serene just chuckles, tells her it's okay, admits she's got the same little nylon fixation and wouldn't mind if Casey wanted to play it out together.