Mom Loves Not Her Daughters - Sex Stories

Mom Loves Not Her Daughters

... her mouth and was still only partially successful as her eyes moved around the room to see if everyone had heard. No one had, I quickly noticed. Now I moved on her in earnest, grinning as her eyes got larger and larger as she held her hands tightly over her mouth. Her legs quivered as I began stroking the flesh up and down more quickly. Then I twisted it and watched her foot raise from the floor. I noticed my mother and the woman french kissing deeply on the dance floor with three or four other couples as I speeded my stroking. Then I was stroking much faster, trying to stroke from tip to base as I would my own penis when I masturbated. Instead of the full hand I would use on himself, of course, I used two fingers and thumb, twisting, turning, rubbing, rolling it. Her center became increasingly out of control and her eyes were now tightly clenched above her clamped hands on her mouth. Her chest was heaving with her breathing and her breasts caught my eye. With my left hand, I reached into the low top and grabbed her equally ample hard nipple in my fingers as I had her clit. Mostly concentrating on pinching and releasing, rolling and releasing the nipple, I continued my movements on her clit. Suddenly her heels came off the floor together, her legs stretching straight out from the seat of the chair. Then her hands left her mouth and grasped the insides of her thighs as if to keep them spread. Her heels touched in front of her as her knees bent, wide spread from her dripping ...

... pussy. "Ahn, ahn, ahn, ahn, ahn," she moaned with the movements of my fingers. "Oooooooo." Her entire body clenched then, her knees quaking as they held her legs well off the floor but nearly back together, holding my hand to her clit where I could barely move it now. Her climax was restrained but still attracted the interested attention of women at the two nearest tables who looked at her excitedly, at the girl playing with her, and finally at each other. Their reaction was not the disapproval I might have expected but was an immediate turning to their partners to show them as well. Then, both girls began trying to lead their own partners' fingers between their legs. It seemed to be contagious. Excited myself, I still couldn't help grinning at the display. My attention was drawn back to Lois as her legs came back together tightly, her hands holding mine and stopping my movements. I watched the grimace of pleasure change on her face to a shining-eyed smile as I moved my hand back to her hip. "I knew you were going to be as good as your daddy," she said as I glowed with the praise. It took only a slight brush of her hand to return her short skirt to its more normal position though it covered my hand before I gently stroked downward on her thigh. In a strange shift in perspective, I suddenly saw myself, a very nice looking young girl with her knees held tightly together, with her hand on this beautiful woman's thigh as she lay stretched out until her bottom barely held onto the ...