Mom Loves Not Her Daughters - Sex Stories

Mom Loves Not Her Daughters

... When I looked at my mom's watch, I saw that it was still only 8:30. An hour and a half before my bedtime. Then I wondered if a bedtime still applied to me since, seemingly, a lot of things had changed in the last couple of hours. I shrugged to myself and decided that I'd take what came for the next while. I had nothing but things to learn. As my mother and Lois talked, I looked from one to the other. They were long time friends and it showed in the topics of their conversation and the looks on their faces. They were probably about the same age and, in some ways, actually looked something alike. Both had beautiful bodies. That I'd noticed very early on. Both were well dressed. Sexy. Both had crossed their legs toward me where I sat trying to keep my legs crossed as they did. I could still feel the room's air high on the side of my thigh. But that didn't seem to matter too much. Both my mother's near thigh and Lois's showed plainly. I could see the top of Lois's stocking where it peeked out from under the hem of her leather skirt as well as the inside of one breast very near the nipple through the low cut top. My mom's near thigh and crossed legs almost showed the spot between her legs that I knew was covered by the sheer black panties I'd chosen for her to wear. And the inside of her breast showed as clearly as Lois's, even occasionally allowing a small view of the darker skin around her nipple -- once even the nipple itself before she shifted a little and covered it. I ...

... looked around then and saw that no one was taking the least interest in us and that the position of our table allowed a pretty good view of several other tables of women but didn't really afford the same view to them. It was like we were a little behind most everyone else. The other women, who occasionally looked toward me with a smile, had to crane their heads around almost to the rear before they made eye contact. I was flattered they would make themselves that obvious just to look at me and smile. A very nice looking young woman came to the table then and asked my mother to dance, saying that she'd noticed mom hadn't gotten to dance when Lois and I were. She quickly got up and went to the dance floor with the girl. They seemed to talk as they held each other, mom leading the girl slowly and closely. They didn't seem to be as involved in each other, though, as I was sure Lois and I had looked to everyone. I was a little surprised as I felt Lois at my side, having moved her chair a little so we were side by side. She leaned so close when she spoke to me that I could feel her breath on my ear in little puffs. When I turned to answer her, my face was very close to hers and she looked down at my lips every now and then as I talked. Mostly we talked about how pretty my mom and the younger girl looked dancing together and how good of friends they'd been and how they'd roomed together in college and how much Lois had liked my dad. Since this was an entirely different perspective than ...