Mom Loves Not Her Daughters - Sex Stories

Mom Loves Not Her Daughters

... in physical education class. For one thing, she was leading smoothly and evenly, even in the most complex of her movements, and gave me no choice but to move in the same way with her. I enjoyed the way she held me to her so I could feel the way her breasts pressed into the front of the blouse I wore and the pillows of silicone below its surface. And I liked the way she held me tight to her body so I could feel her every movement, the muscles beneath her skin and clothing seeming to tell me exactly where we were headed next and how to get there with her. I did it without a single misstep. "You're a very good dancer, Dixie," she said close to my face. "You must have practiced." I blushed. "No, ma'am. I mean. Not this way. I guess I've danced a few times before but it sure wasn't like this. You know?" She laughed with me. "No, I don't suppose it was," she said then and pulled me closer to her. Her face was over my shoulder slightly and my only recourse was to put my head on her shoulder, the two of us clinging close to each other. Then I noticed that she was actually getting her body closer still to mine. Her leg was between mine and keeping them apart. Her soft thigh was actually pressing into my front and I could feel himself getting hard where her pelvis pushed against it. Again I blushed to myself, wondering if she could feel me as distinctly as I could feel her. She quickly answered my unspoken question as she pushed my upper body slightly away from hers and smiled into ...

... my face. "Mmmm. Just like your daddy," she whispered. "Lovely." Then she returned to her earlier firm hold on me, her hand pressing into my back and her front pressing into me from shoulder to thighs. As if to drive me further into my blushing excitement, her head turned toward the side of my neck and softly kissed me there. It was as if she had touched an electric probe to my neck. For the first time since we started dancing, I stumbled slightly as my legs weakened and my foot didn't move as I thought it would. "Oh," I heard myself say as the feeling raged up and, worse, down through my body. It was a strange combination of embarrassment and pure sexual excitement. I cringed away from the wild feeling. "Mmmm. No one's ever done that to you, have they?" she said. "No, ma'am," I answered excitedly. But I didn't want to discourage her. "But it felt really good." "And that's such a little thing," she said into my neck. "Follow me for a moment and let me show you a couple of other things." I tried to concentrate then on moving with her but when she moved her lips a little further and kissed the junction at the back of my jaw, I missed another step. She chuckled with enjoyment as I recaptured the beat of the music and her movements. Her lips followed the curve of my jaw downward, forcing my head up a little to enjoy the feelings she imparted. "Oh," I heard from myself. "Yes," she said. Then she traced her way back up my jawline as I closed my eyes until she reached my earlobe and ...