Mom Loves Not Her Daughters - Sex Stories

Mom Loves Not Her Daughters

... long!" "Yes. Years. How are you, Lois?" I could see the shine of happiness in my mother's eyes. They hugged tightly, allowing me to look at the other woman over my almost empty glass. Her black leather dress was so short, I was sure I could see between her long legs. Black hair cascaded across her bare shoulders and down the considerable slope of her chest to a large diamond necklace that rested above the cleavage. Her very high heels made her much taller than my mother. "I'm fine, sweetheart. Better tonight than I've been in years." I could see the sparkle in my mother's eyes at the statement and knew I was the reason. "Let me introduce you to my daughter, Dixie." They both turned to me, their arms still around each other's back. "Dix, I'd like you to meet a very good, old friend of mine, Lois Beck. We've known each other since college." "Dixie. Nice to meet you. I'm glad you could get your mother out for a change." "Me, too," I said softly. "Nice to meet you, too, ma'am." She looked at my mother again. "Like Bobbi, Madge?" My mom smiled back. "A lot like Bobbi, Lois." "Really. I'll swear I never would have known. You're a very beautiful young ... lady, Dixie." I noticed the pause. She knew. I blushed at being found out and wondered what would happen now. "Oh, don't worry," she said as she let go of my mother and sat down at the table with us. I couldn't help but see the black swatch of thin material between the woman's legs as she sat and before she had successfully ...

... crossed her legs tightly. "This is Dix's first time out," my mother said. "Ah. I see," the woman said with a broad smile. "Then you still have a world to explore." I could only nod and continue to blush painfully. For the next few minutes, I watched as the two women talked and sipped at a second drink that Lois had ordered for them. It was fascinating to watch the two of them interact. I'd hardly ever seen my mother with friends though I had seen her go out a few times and knew she had friends. "Do you dance, Dixie?" Lois asked me. I realized I hadn't been listening to their conversation for studying this beautiful woman. "Dance?" "Yes. Dance. You do know how?" "Ah, yeah. I guess so. I mean, at school and stuff." "Would you dance with me?" "Dance with you? Ah, yeah. I guess so." Lois stood up and held her hand out toward me. As I rose, blushing even more now, I realized where I was again. What was I doing? I thought. "Maybe I shouldn't. I mean ..." "Oh, nonsense," she said. "I'll lead and you just follow me. Okay?" She took my hand and led me among the women dancing and kissing each other on the little dance floor around the jukebox. She guided my hand to her right shoulder as she continued holding my right and putting her hand in the middle of my back. I was surprised at how easy it was to fall into step with her as she moved sensuously against me. I actually felt coordinated as I danced with Lois, something I'd never felt as I led younger girls around the school basketball court ...