Mom Loves Not Her Daughters - Sex Stories

Mom Loves Not Her Daughters

... limitations of the tight, short skirt as I turned, I felt my legs turning to jello again. I was so frightened, I could hardly stand. The heels, though low, only made it worse. My mom took my arm as I stood beside her, shut the door and led me toward the bar. Gad, I thought. I'd never even been in a bar, let alone in a bar in girl's clothes. Before I'd resolved the problem in my own mind, my mother had opened the door and pushed me into the bar. She never released my arm as she led me between the tables to a small table for two at one side of a small dance floor. I looked around the room as she settled herself next to me. There were lots of tables in the room, all black slate like the one we sat at. The chairs were soft pink and purple leather with the rug reflecting the purple and the indirectly lighted walls reflecting the pink. Each table had a rose or carnation in a thin vase as well as an ashtray and a narrow menu that seemed to be filled with sweet ice cream drinks. "Madge. How nice to see you," a waitress in a short purple skirt said from beside my mother. I saw that her blouse matched the pink of the room with long blonde hair streaming over her shoulders. "Hi, Betsy," my mom said to the girl who leaned forward and kissed her on the lips. I'd expected her to kiss my mom's cheeks in the continental style or something but it surprised me when she aimed specifically for her lips and my mother didn't turn her head at all but accepted the kiss. "We've missed you, sweetie. ...

... It's been, what, two or three years hasn't it?" the waitress asked. "Three. Yes." She smiled broadly. "Is this your daughter?" My mother stumbled for a minute before answering. "Ah. Yes." She looked at me. "Betsy. This is my ... daughter. Dixie." "Dixie. Nice to meet you. Now what can I get for you?" The woman seemed to accept that I was mom's daughter. Mom picked up the menu quickly then. "I haven't looked. Do you still have that wonderful orange sherbet drink?" "Sure. One of our most popular. Couldn't get rid of that. Two?" I only shrugged. The waitress walked away from the table then. Mom got out some money and put it on the table before turning back to me. "You used to come here?" "Yes, sweetie. It's been a long time." She seemed to think for a long time. Then she turned to Dix, looking serious. "It was your father's and my favorite place before ..." "You mean you came here with dad?" "Yes." The waitress brought the drinks a few minutes later and I tasted mine. It was delicious but I could taste liquor in it. "Mom? This is alcohol, isn't it?" She smiled at me and nodded. "This is a big night for you, isn't it?" "Yeah, I guess so. All sorts of first times." She laughed and, seeing that, I laughed as well. I was starting to relax. A jukebox in the corner responded to a woman's choices then and I watched as she turned to a nearby table and took another woman's hand. I knew my eyes were getting big as I watched the two women move together for the close, slow dance. I watched ...