Mom Loves Not Her Daughters - Sex Stories

Mom Loves Not Her Daughters

... they were not my black ones. These were no more substantial but they were not come soaked. Actually they were wet, I saw, but limited to the crotch. Lifting them to my nose, I could smell the feminine odor of her that I had smelled after our dance. But, as I held her panties to my nose, it was much stronger than before. I loved it. Not wanting to delay her, I threaded the panties onto my legs and, standing, pulled them up tight around me. Actually, they seemed to hold me better than had the others. I remembered to pull down my blouse before pulling the hem of the skirt back down around my thighs. Then I opened the door. Her eyes, reflected in the mirror, were on me as I looked at her. She smiled broadly. "You need a little addition to your lipstick. Come here," she said as she turned and pulled a lipstick out of her purse. Shaping her lips as she would have me do, she applied the lipstick for me. Still looking at my lips, she asked, "Did you like that?" I stared into her downcast eyes. "More than anything, Lois. Really!" I meant it but didn't know how to say it any more strongly. She smiled and met my eyes. "Good. I'm glad." "You said you could do something more exciting than what you were doing to my ear." "Ah huh." "You did. A whole lot more." I put my hands on her shoulders and softly kissed her on the lips. "A whole lot more. Thank you." "You just ain't seen nothin' yet, sweetheart. What I'm going to do with you ... Well, this just isn't even the tip of the iceberg." It ...

... excited me to know that she wanted to do more than kiss me. But after my climax on the dance floor, I wasn't sure I could stand more than that. "It was so fantastic, Lois! What more could you do ...?" I stopped as her eyes met mine and a very evil looking smile parted her lips. "Just wait, my baby. Just wait." She looked into my eyes and put her hands on the points of my shoulders. "Oh, hell! I put it on, I can take it off." She pulled me close, letting my hands find her waist, and kissed me deeply. She pushed me away and then pulled me back close to her, kissing me even harder, if that was possible. "God, I've got to stop this," she sighed. "Let's go see your momma." Turning, she led me from the bathroom. Only then did I wonder what had happened to my panties. We sat down at the table, side by side now with me at the wall beside my mother and still very close to Lois. "It's about time!" my mother said with a broad smile as we sat down. "I thought I might have lost you for the night." "It'd be just fine with me," Lois said. I smiled at her, knowing it was a compliment. "Weren't you just on your way out when you saw us?" "Yeah, I was. But my boredom seems to have taken a backseat to something else now." "Just like with Bobbi, huh?" Lois and my mother passed a strange look at each other. "Just like," Lois said. Parched, I sipped at my drink that seemed to taste even better now than it had before. It was unbelievable that only a few minutes had passed but so much had happened. ...