When Paul was given the overnight maintenance job six months ago, he had no idea it would lead to this. After work, he would stop at the diner across the street for breakfast, or in the case of his schedule, dinner. That's where he began noticing one particular waitress, a mature Latina who looked to be in her fifties and stood about 5'5 and had some extra middle-age heft to her frame but she still looked good, especially when some of that extra bulk was in her breasts and ass. It also helped that Paul liked them older.

He knew her as Alejandra from her name tag, and occasionally he was lucky enough to get her as his waitress. She had an accent and a fun attitude that would sometimes come out as playful ballbreaking to longtime customers and her fellow staff. Eventually he knew her full name when one day a flower delivery man arrived called out for a "Alejandra Hernandez". She went to pick up the bouquet that was sent to her and looked at the card. She smiled, turned to another of the waitresses and said "Ohhh! My baby wished me a happy birthday!"

Paul took every opportunity to take her in. Alejandra really knew how to look good in her uniform. He especially loved looking at her hosed legs, even with sneakers on her feet they looked sexy. Paul would begin to fantasize having those legs wrapped around him as he slid his hard cock into her. It drove him nuts. Even jerking off thinking about her didn't completely soothe him. Two weeks later he made the decision. Alejandra Hernandez would be his. By any means necessary.

He began to keep track of her schedule, while the plan formed in his head. He worked Sunday through Thursday, leaving Fridays off for him. One Friday, he followed her from a distance as she drove home from work. Parking down the street, he saw her arrive at a small house in a bad neighborhood. Now he knew where she lived. Paul flashed back to the time Alejandra referred to her "baby", yet she never wore a wedding ring, so she must be seeing someone. He had it planned now. He would arrive early at the house the following Friday and wait for her. If it appeared that her man didn't live at the house with her, he would continue with the plan. If he did, Paul would find another way. Because one way or another, she was going to be his.

The next Friday, Paul left work and drove immediately to Alejandra's house. He didn't want to be seen by her, so he would park at the next block and use binoculars to see when she would leave. But when he got there, he didn't see her car at the house. Hmm, he thought. I guess she left early. No other cars either, so the chances of her living alone are now greater. Good enough for him. The plan was on. Just to be safe, he kept the car parked at the next block over. He used the alley behind the house and jumped the brick wall into the small backyard. He made sure to be careful. His work outfit consisted of generic looking coveralls, and with his hat pulled low and sunglasses on, it would be difficult for a witness to specify his looks. Plus, he knew this was the kind of neighborhood where the residents kept to themselves for their own safety.

He was quiet, using his lock pick to enter the back door. It was just like old times, when he didn't have to worry about paychecks or bosses. He only worked for himself, on his own schedule. Then he got pinched and lost a decade of freedom. But now here he was, breaking into a house. Once inside, he slipped off his boots and walked carefully in his socked feet, much like he did in his previous career. He hadn't lost the ability to make little to no noise, as he crept through the tiny kitchen and into the slightly larger living room. It was dark, the curtains were closed. As soon as he got to the hallway, he saw something else odd, through the slightly open bedroom door. Paul froze. It was a foot at the edge of the bed. A hosed foot.

"Is that Alejandra's foot?" he thought to himself. Suddenly he heard moaning. A male sounding moan. Now Paul was confused. He creeped in closer to the door to get a better look. What followed confused and bewildered him. He looked at the foot, then moved up the pantyhosed leg that followed, then saw the other leg, then moved up to see a pair of white underwear, then moved up to see a white shirt, and finally, the young man wearing that clothing. A young man, looked to be in his late teens. He was facing away from the door, wearing black pantyhose. The young man was slowly rubbing his hand over his crotch, where there was an obvious bulge in his underwear, while rubbing his hosed feet together. It was quite a sight to see.

Paul made a decision. Try to make sense of this and get caught, or move in and overcome this obstacle standing in the way of him and Alejandra. He noticed the young man had on a pair of earbuds connected to the iPod by his side, loudly playing music, keeping outside sounds from being heard. "Perfect", thought Paul.

Paul very slowly stepped forward, carefully pushing the door open inch by inch. He eventually got inside. He took a few steps closer to the bed, and was now standing next to a chair, where the young man's pants lay. Sticking halfway out the back pocket was a wallet. Paul carefully reached down and picked up the wallet. He opened it and found the young man's drivers license. A red band spread across the lower half of the license said the young man would be 21 three years from now. Next to the photo of the young man was his name: Charlie Hernandez. Under his name was his address. This address. He wasn't Alejandra's man...her was her son. Her "baby". It all made sense now.

At that moment, Charlie suddenly sat up. Paul froze, waiting to see what the young man would do next. Charlie then proceeded to reach down with one hand to caress his hosed legs, down to his feet. He would continue to moan, while his breathing got faster. His other hand was still at his crotch, massaging the hardness poking up against the underwear and pantyhose.

Paul then continued to move closer, until he was finally standing at the front of the bed, practically hanging over Charlie Hernandez, whose eyes were still closed in approaching ecstasy. The young man began to breathe much faster, and his hand was moving faster against his crotch. Charlie was getting closer to it. Even though he was behind him, Paul was able to lean in a bit and catch the young man's face. His eyes were still closed but you can still tell he was reaching climax. It was all over his face.

"Mmm yes...yes...yes...yes...uhhhh...yes --"

Right before he came, Charlie suddenly felt a pair of hands wrap around his head. His eyes opened up, very wide and very panicked. "What the hell was this?", he wondered. The hands managed to cover his face and the back of his head. With his mouth slightly muffled, Charlie said "What the---" when all of a sudden he felt his head twist to the side...then further to the side...and further...until it seemed like his head was just about to go all the around. He freaked and his hands jammed up in an attempt to pull away the mystery hands when just then he felt a sudden intense pain that he never felt before stabbing into his neck and SNAP!!!

Paul felt the vibration from Charlie's head and heard the young man's sudden muffled yelp. The kid's body gave out one violent spasm at the same time his hands dropped to his sides and a final jet of cum came shooting out, staining his white briefs. Paul knew what that was. And even if he didn't, the fact that Charlie's head was now nearly all the way to the other side confirmed it. He had snapped his neck. Paul released his two handed grip and stood back as the young man fell limply against the bed. He was dead.

Paul looked down at Charlie's dead body. It was still and silent for a few moments, the only noise coming from the music in his earbuds. His eyes were rolled up, his mouth was slackjawed. Occasionally his foot would twitch. Or his leg. Sometimes his entire body would spasm. But he was definitely dead. Paul moved over to the side of the bed and looked over his kill. Charlie looked to be about 5'8, thin with big feet and wavy medium-length hair. Paul then noticed that the crotch of Charlie's underwear looked sticky, as the last of his cum began to seep through the underwear and the hose. Paul shook his head.

"Sorry Charlie. You were in the way. But at least you went out with a bang." He also noticed that Charlie's penis was still erect, even after death. "Damn, talk about dying hard" he chuckled.

He then looked over to take in the sight of Charlie's legs in black pantyhose. "What the hell were you doing, kid?" He continued to observe the dead man's legs and feet. Then he started feeling something he didn't expect to feel. Arousal. Hairless and shapely, Charlie Hernandez's pantyhosed legs were very sexy.

He was turned on by the sight of this dead kid. The urges were returning, just as with Alejandra, just as with the pretty boys he and his buddies would take down in the joint. He bent down and ran his murderous hands up and down Charlie's dead hosed legs. He loved how they felt. He then move down to the foot of the bed and sat on the floor. Paul grabbed Charlie's dead hosed feet and pressed his face into them. Charlie's feet felt soft. He then took a deep inhale of the dead young man's feet. It was an intriguing combination of Charlie's odor and something else. Something feminine.

Paul stopped and looked toward Charlie's face, smiling. He began to chuckle again. But still, the urges were growing stronger and Paul needed to satisfy them. The kill had brought out the animal in him. And the animal needed to be fed. Playtime was over. It was time to enjoy the fresh kill.

Paul got up and dropped Charlie's feet back onto the bed. He walked over to Charlie's face and leaned in, staring at the boy's dead rolled up eyes. He kept staring at the dead young man until his cock was fully erect. Then he got up and took off his pants. He pulled his cock out and then grabbed Charlie and rolled him over, exposing his tight white underwear under the pantyhose. Paul got on the bed, and slowly, methodically pulled down Charlie's hose and underwear so that his ass was exposed. Paul lubed up with saliva, and then spread Charlie's legs. He laid on top of Charlie's back, the side of his face pressed against the side of Charlie's face, then slowly slid his hard cock into Charlie's dead asshole.

"MMM FUCK YES" Paul blurted out as he began to fuck Charlie Hernandez's dead body. He slowly grunted with the same speed that he slowly penetrated the young man's rectum, in and out, in and out. "You're so fucking tight, kid...unnngh...you feel so fuckin' good Charlie...uhhh god." Meanwhile, Charlie's body limply, robotically, rocked to the motion on the bed while he was being fucked in the ass by Paul.

Paul came hard inside Charlie Hernandez's dead body. Jet after jet of hot cum filled Charlie's insides. Paul remained on top of Charlie, while his eyes rolled up in absolute pleasure. Their faces side by side, they resembled lovers in mid-orgasm.

Paul rested for a few minutes with his penis still inside Charlie. Eventually, his cock became flaccid and Paul got up off of Charlie and put his pants back on. He looked at his watch. He had a lot of time to kill before Alejandra would show up. He decided to pass it by looking around the house for any potential valuables that he could steal, or money. He started with the money from Charlie's wallet. Inside there was a photo of Charlie and a young woman both smiling at a beach. "Honey, you're in for a rude awakening." thought Paul as he flipped past the photo and searched for cash. As Paul took money from the wallet, Charlie's sexy corpse in pantyhose remained motionless on the bed, face down and ass up, a large urine stain spreading from under him, cum in his underwear, and cum in his ass. Charlie never once thought it would end this way for him. And yet this is how he died. Humiliated. Used. In his mother's pantyhose.

Later that afternoon, Alejandra arrived and walked in the house, still in uniform with a purse hanging from her shoulder. "Mijo, ya llegue!" she called out, letting her son know she was home. Not a sound. She put her purse down and walked to the room. "Must be taking a nap" she thought. She entered the room and was immediately hit with confusion upon the sight of her son's pantyhosed clad body on the bed. "Charlie? Que estas..." she asked, then stopped as it slowly began to dawn on her that her son was not all right. His face, my god. Eyes rolled up. Mouth open. Alejandra jumped up with her hand over her mouth. "Ay no...Charlie...Charlie!" she let out as her body felt frozen. She begin to tremble. She backed away from the body, now standing at the foot of the bed. Tears began to form in her eyes. Her son. Her baby. Dead.

It took a few seconds for the shock to wear off before she realized something was wrapped around her neck. "Don't worry, you'll join him soon" Paul whispered as he tightened the tan stocking around Alejandra's neck. Alejandra's eyes widened. Her hands shot up to the stocking, trying to loosen it, but it was way too dug into the lady's flesh. She couldn't breathe. She couldn't scream. The most she could let out was "AY" and "ACK" and "UHH" among the other gurgles and wheezes. She felt her face go flush, like all the blood had rushed to the top of her head, nearly making her faint.

"I've been watching you for a while, Alejandra. I want you so bad. And I'm gonna have you." Paul whispered while feeling the mature mother's body writhe against his own. She was like a hot dance partner. He was getting hard. He lifted her up, leaving her sneakered feet hanging and kicking. Her toes clenched against her shoes in pain. Her eyes began watering even more, her tears rolling down the sides of her face. She opened her mouth again, tried to breathe, tried to say something, but all that could come out off her widened mouth was her tongue, sticking out as far as it could, and a squeaking sound that sounded something like "Yeeaggghh".

"You like what I did with your son, Alejandra? He already had your pantyhose on when I found him. He was such a good fuck, too. Tight as fuck. I bet you'll be even better!"

Such terrible things for Alejandra to hear, and to add insult to injury, she could feel Paul's hard erection poking against her ass. But her will to live was draining. Physically, she was an older woman and overpowered by the young killer. Emotionally and psychologically, she began feeling no real reason to live, now that her son lies dead and sodomized a few feet away from her. She dropped her hands and stopped fighting. Her hosed legs hung loosely, they were no longer kicking, now that she was giving up. In her head she began praying for her soul and the soul of her son.

Paul tightened the stocking even more, like he wanted to cut off her head. "UHHHH!" he grunted as he did this, pulling her up a bit higher as a result. Alejandra then looked at her son as the sound of rising waves began to form in her head. She then stretched out her hand towards Charlie's hosed foot. She wanted to touch it. To have one final physical contact with her son before the end. To die with some comfort. Paul noticed this, and pushed himself closer to the bed, then got on his knees, which caused Alejandra to fall onto her ass while her feet slid onto the floor. This caused Alejandra to slide closer to the bed, allowing Alejandra to grab hold of her son's hosed foot. She kept hold as the water sounds grew stronger, while the sounds of the outside world faded away.

"Yes, Alejandra. Surrender. Go to your son. And let me enjoy your sexy corpse." Paul said as he felt Alejandra begin to spasm violently. It was happening. She was dying. Her body was giving up. Alejandra's eyes began to roll up. She could feel the moist texture of her tongue filling her lips. Charlie's foot felt soft and lovely to the touch. The pain began to go away, slowly. An unexpected pleasurable warmth begin to form in her crotch. Her body stiffened up. The warmth got stronger. Her toes clenched once again in her shoes, this time in ecstasy. The last thought in her mind, was of her son. The warmth then overtook her body, as the death orgasm overwhelmed her and eased her transition from life to death. She let out one final gurgle, sounded like "Ehhhh...." as the last of her life force left her body and her entire being was devoured by eternal darkness. Alejandra Hernandez was dead.

Paul felt Alejandra's body go limp. Her weight seemed to get heavier as result. Paul kept the stocking around her neck for another couple minutes, as her corpse began to twitch. Eventually, all movement stopped and she was as still as a doll. Paul leaned in and whispered "You're all mine, Alejandra Hernandez." He got up and let her go, causing Alejandra to fall back against the floor. Paul looked over his handiwork. Her brown face was now slightly purple. Dark red grooves formed around the stocking still tied around her neck. Her eyes were rolled up, the whites bloodshot. Her tongue was grossly protruding from her mouth. He was pleased.

He took off his pants again and laid on the floor, looking over Alejandra. He put his hand under her skirt and began to massage against her hosed crotch. Then he noticed something. "Oooh, Alejandra, you're all wet!" He realized this wasn't urine but the liquid of ultimate final pleasure. "You're a dirty girl, Alejandra!" he laughed. Then he got up and went to work.

He picked up Alejandra's feet, pulling off both sneakers. He took a whiff of the inside of the shoes, taking pleasure in the scent inside. He then did the same to her feet, enjoying the exquisite pleasure of their scent, the same scent found mixed with Charlie's pantyhose. He then began sucking on her toes, licking between them. He then moved up and took off Alejandra's blouse and bra, revealing her big breasts. He shoved his face to her chest, felt the warm flesh against him, then moved down to Alejandra's crotch again. He ripped open the crotch of her pantyhose and then tore open the side of her dirty underwear, pulling them off and tossing them aside. He spread her legs, and shoved his hard cock in her dead pussy. He didn't need lube, thanks to Alejandra's excited state.

Alejandra felt so good. He would take turns fondling her dead breasts or running his hand over her legs while fucking her. He then wrapped her legs around him as he pumped into her lifeless cunt, just like he had fantasized of doing for the past six months. Soon he came inside her, shooting more hot jets into her vagina. Her corpse suddenly twitched, and her vagina clenched, tightening around Paul's cock and causing him to shoot even more hot cum into the dead woman. "OHHH SHIT!" he yelled in surprise. It was pure please. It was all that he hoped it would be.

When he was finished, Paul got up and sat on the chair, naked. He reached for a pack of smokes in his pants and lit up. He enjoyed his cigarette while looking over the corpses of Alejandra and Charlie Hernandez. He heard the sirens of a police car speeding down the street outside. Wouldn't be the first or last time that would happen in this neighborhood. He decided it was too risky to leave now. Better to wait for nightfall, and leave through the back alley. Paul made sure the doors were locked and the curtains remained closed, then went to the kitchen to have something to eat. He looked at the family photos of Charlie and Alejandra on the wall. Him as a little boy. Her as a younger woman.

A couple hours later, it was almost time to leave. He went to the room where the cooling bodies of Charlie and Alejandra remained still and undisturbed. He cleared out Charlie's desk, then lifted up Alejandra's body and placed her on top it, face up, pulling her head toward the edge until it hung down. Paul then pulled out his hard cock from his fly and slid it inside her mouth. Her tongue brushed against the side of this cock. It was lovely. As he fucked her mouth, he grabbed the ends of the stocking that were still wrapped around Alejandra's neck and began pulling at both ends, as if he was strangling her again. It enhanced the pleasure so much.

"ALEJANDRA UHHHHH!" he blurted out as he came inside her mouth, coating the inside of her throat with so much cum. He put his dick back in, zipped up, and picked up Alejandra's body, taking it to the couch in the next room. He stripped her and left her draped over the couch, ass up. "Damn shame to waste that fine ass." he said. So he ended up fucking her in the ass as well, leaving her with cum oozing out of her rectum.

Paul cleaned up and put his shoes and coveralls back on. He knew it wouldn't take long for his DNA to be identified. But it was okay because he had already made plans to leave town. He had used his connections from prison to set it up and would be on a bus out of town before the sun came up.

The next day, Charlie's girlfriend arrived and found that the door was locked. She used the spare key Charlie gave her and upon entering was greeted to the sight of the dead bodies. The entire neighborhood could hear her screams. Soon, the authorities arrived. The poor girlfriend had to be sedated, while the sexy corpses of Alejandra and Charlie Hernandez were looked over. They would see Alejandra bent over with dried cum oozing from her orifices. Face purple, tongue protruding, eyes rolled up. Strangle marks on her neck.

They would see Charlie Hernandez's sexy corpse in pantyhose, dried cum in his ass and in his underwear. Dried urine on the bed. Eyes rolled up, his face looking dazed and sleepy. His penis remained stiff, pitching a pole for a tent made of hose and underwear. It would be concluded that the death erection was the effect of priapism caused by the violent neck snap death. The CSI would take many photos of his dead body in pantyhose, while some of the cops would mock the curious sight.

The entire neighborhood had gathered around the house, their curiosity brought along by the flashing lights, police cars, and ambulance. They watched as the first body bag was brought out on a stretcher, containing Alejandra's corpse. The second body bag was brought out now, containing Charlie's body. But it turns out that his bag was not zipped up properly. One of the paramedics stumbled and this caused Charlie's hosed leg to bounce out the bag, dangling over the stretcher. People assumed this was Alejandra's leg, but then the wind picked up and the top of the bag opened, revealing Charlie's dead strangled face. The sound of gasps could be heard by some of the neighbors.

The bodybagged corpses of Alejandra and Charlie Hernandez were wheeled into the ambulance and were taken to the morgue. They would be placed side by side in cold storage, a toetag left dangling from each victim's right foot. Meanwhile, Paul had safely crossed the border into Mexico, arriving at Ciudad Juarez, a city infamous for its numerous unsolved female homicides and disappearances. He used his new identity to get a job as a janitor at a factory in Ciudad Juarez. The pay was low but the benefits were great.

THE END