Mom Loves Not Her Daughters - Sex Stories

Mom Loves Not Her Daughters

... licked it into her lips. I didn't know if I was moving at all as she sucked on my earlobe and then, as if that hadn't already ruined our dance, moved up to my ear and moaned into it very softly. "I like this," she sighed so softly into the shell of my ear that no one would have ever been able to hear her. I found, though I would have said something back, I couldn't get my throat to unclench for long enough for even my breath to escape. The hearing in that ear changed to a hard, loud throb, as she put her tongue into it and my entire body clenched for a moment. At the end of the moment, I wondered if I was going to come in the panties I wore before the intense feeling passed for a second. Then she did it again and I felt my legs weaken almost to collapsing on the middle of the dance floor. I recovered just before I would have fallen as her tongue left my ear. I was pleased to hear her giggle into my neck. "God, you are a sensual little bitch, aren't you?" No one had ever said anything like this to me and I wondered for a split second before I recognized the over-excited happiness in the words. I regained just a little of my senses. "I guess so," I gulped on my dry mouth. "Please," I begged. "Don't do that to me again, all right? That's just ..." Of course, she did it again and I almost lost everything I had gained by the momentary respite. I found my whole body cringing away from the intense feelings at my ear. No one, no one, no one had ever made me feel that way before. It ...

... was almost excruciatingly exciting. Before she could do it again, I turned to look into her eyes with the happy, dumb look I knew I had on my face now. "Please don't!" I moaned. "That's just ... just too much for me." "Oh, I love it!" she grinned all over, her body pressing hard into mine as she pulled me tight to her. "Then can I kiss you instead?" she asked with an unreadable smirk only an inch from my nose that registered strongly in her eyes. "Yeah, that'd be better," I said. "I can stand that!" "Can you," she said with the grin broadening. She'd been holding my right hand in her left until then and softly pulled it up around her neck. As I clasped around her neck with both hands, her other hand went to the middle of my back, crossing with the one already there. My face only a fraction of an inch from hers, I saw her look down at my lipstick covered mouth and back into my eyes, her happiness showing in her own. She turned her head slightly and moved her lips to mine until they just brushed together. I felt the wet tip of her tongue move over my lips, top then to the side and the bottom lip. Back to the corner of my mouth and to the center. She turned her head slightly and I found myself turning in the opposite direction. Then her tongue probed very slightly at the center of mine until my lips parted as if of their own accord. I really didn't think I'd done it. Like a snake seeking its den, I felt her tongue moving into my mouth. My own was numb and unable to move as hers ...