Mom Loves Not Her Daughters - Sex Stories

Mom Loves Not Her Daughters

... I'd ever gotten on my father, I asked a lot of questions. It seemed that the longer we talked, the closer Lois got to me. We watched the two women dance for several minutes, one dance moving into another and another. Then I saw my mom kiss the girl and hold her tight as they moved around the dance floor. "How do my panties feel, Dixie," Lois asked very close to my ear after a while. I blushed at her secret knowledge. "Fine." I squirmed a little in the chair. "What did you do with mine?" "Just washed them out and wrung them until they were pretty dry and put them in my purse. They won't get anything wet there." I nodded. "We'll just trade." "But what are you wearing then?" I asked naively. "Nothing, sweetie." My eyes got very big at the revelation. "Really?" "No problem. I often don't wear panties. You were just lucky tonight I had something to trade." I looked at her crossed legs and the hem of the leather skirt that very nearly didn't cover the conjunction of them. "Want to see?" "What?" I stammered. "Do you want to see? Where my panties were?" "You mean ...?" "Sure." She looked around then, as did I, and saw that no one was the least bit interested in us. Actually, the longer the evening went on, the more involved the women at all the other tables were with each other to the exclusion of everything else. Uncrossing her legs and holding them tightly together, she lifted slightly as she held onto the sides of the skirt at the hem with both hands. As she cleared the seat, she ...

... pulled up slightly and suddenly I could see the point where her legs joined and about an inch higher. I only stared at the neat "Y" of her legs' meeting and the line where her thighs were pressed together. There was no feature I could see there but the "Y" actually. I was rapt as I stared at that conjunction as she relaxed her legs and her knees slowly fell apart, the "Y" changing to a very fat legged X. As her thighs separated, I saw the darker pink of the slit between her legs as it, too, fell open to my view. The dim light was caught and reflected in tiny jewels of moisture embedded at the lower end of the cleft there. Nervously, I looked around us again and still didn't see anyone looking at us. My eyes were drawn back to that cleft between her slightly spread legs. "Wow," I heard escape my lips. The object of my staring jigged as Lois laughed at my exclamation. I blushed as I looked into her smiling eyes. She wasn't making fun of me. I could see she was just enjoying my observations of her. When I looked down at her opened lap again, her legs spread further still until I could clearly see the spread, loose skin between them. Even the lips were opening just as the lips on her face were. Glancing back and forth, I saw her pink tongue peek out between her red lips. There was not the least fragment of hair on her front. Down, I saw a small pink tongue, the size of the tongue peeking between her teeth, peeking now from between her nether lips. Still only a little tip peeked ...