HGlock SM - Mother's Nylon Stockings.pdf (2025) (245 PCS)

It was just another boring summer afternoon, with the sun blazing high in the sky, when Timmy decided to occupy himself by experimenting with his newfound fascination - shrinking. The 12-year-old had been reading voraciously about the concept and was determined to make it work, no matter the cost.

Timmy gathered various ingredients from around the house - powdered silver from his mother's jewelry, a raw egg, a drop of his own blood, and a vial of liquid nitrogen from his dad's lab. Mixing them together, he chugged the concoction down, waiting impatiently for the effects. At first, nothing happened. Then he felt a strange tingling sensation in his body, like it was dissolving and compounding in on itself. Timmy gasped in amazement as he began to shrink!

In mere seconds, the boy was no larger than a doll. Gingerly, he climbed out the open window, exhilarated by his success. The grass suddenly seemed like a lush forest, each blade towering above him. Insects buzzed around his head like birds. Timmy laughed gleefully, unable to believe his luck.

He made his way across the yard, marveling at the giant world around him. But soon, his thoughts shifted to his true objective - his mother's bedroom. Ever since puberty struck, Timmy's fantasizing about his mom had grown increasingly perverted and intense. Now, at his minuscule size, he knew he could catch her completely unaware in her most intimate moments. Tummy fluttering with anticipation, he scampered over to the side of the house.

Scaling the wall was a feat of unintended comedy, as Timmy climbed each groove and sequential dent as if it were the Grand Canyon. Leaves and twigs became boulders and trees in his path. After what felt like hours, he finally reached her open window and peered inside. His mother was absent. Disappointed but undeterred, Timmy waited.

Minutes later, his mother returned, stripping down to her lacy panties and bra. Timmy's eyes bulged at the sight of her heavy breasts and round ass. She slipped into a pair of black fishnets, then stepped into a tight skirt and buttoned blouse. Timmy was so captivated by the sight, he didn't notice the dangers of his precarious position until it was too late.

As his mom bent over to put on her heels, the balcony gave way with a crack. Timmy tumbled, his tiny fists flailing uselessly, and landed right on the floor between her stockinged feet. The boy froze, fearing the worst. But his mother, absorbed in her routine, didn't seem to notice his presence. She finished dressing and headed for the door.

Timmy let out a sigh of relief, but it was short-lived. As his mother passed through the doorway, he was swept up by her foot and carried along with her. He yelped as he was deposited onto the plush carpet. Scrambling to his feet, he looked around the wonders of her home office, safely out of the way.

But Timmy soon found himself longing to be closer to his lovely mom. When she took a seat at her desk, he crept up onto her foot, drinking in the heady scent of her. Timmy's cock throbbed, making him dizzy. He had to touch her.