The other day, I felt an uncontrollable excitement when I saw my mother sleeping in black pantyhose. Looking at her like that, my mind drifted somewhere else, and before I realized it, I was rubbing my penis while sniffing the scent of her pantyhose. At that moment, my mother clamped my face between her thighs and lightly rubbed the sweaty toe of her pantyhose against my penis while lashing out in anger. But judging by her reaction, she might have actually felt a little pleased. After all, the next day, she wore pantyhose again. With this repeating pattern, I might be feeling a certain temptation or attraction.