Mom Loves Not Her Daughters - Sex Stories

Mom Loves Not Her Daughters

... edge of her chair. I enjoyed that I had done such a good job that she took several minutes before lifting herself back into the seat of the chair fully to sit up. When she did, her arm went around mine tightly and her head bent to rest on my shoulder as we watched the rest of the lounge. Chapter 2 I ONLY SAT enjoying her afterglow and, still strongly remembered, my own from the dance floor. I didn't really focus either my eyes or my attention on anything else in the room for some time. Then I did! Ten feet away from us on the dance floor, I saw my mother and the girl she was dancing with. My mother faced me with her arms very lightly around the shoulders of the girl. Her eyes were closed and her mouth partially open. Her legs were apart enough that I could see her bare thighs and beautiful knees to either side of the girl between them. I couldn't figure out for a moment what else I was seeing. Then I realized. I couldn't see either of the girl's arms. They were between her and my mother. Now I thought I could understand why my mother had that beatific look on her face. Both the girl's hands were between my mother's legs and I could only guess from the look on her face what the girl was doing to her. It was very obvious that she was enjoying it, however. As I watched, her look changed from the soft look of enjoyment to one almost of pain as a kind of frown creased her clenched eyes and her mouth came the rest of the way open. Then her head was thrown back , exposing her long ...

... neck to the girl's kisses, and her spread fingers moved from the girl's shoulders to her shoulder blades, pulling her hard into her own body. I could hear her climax wrack her body, both by the sounds she made deep in her throat and the wet, smacking sounds from elsewhere. I watched the younger girl quake with what looked like her own climax at the same time. I wondered how my mom could maintain her balance on her high heels, spread apart like this, as her climax peaked and slowly passed. Now I could see the girl's hands again on her sides, my mom taking the strain off her ankles by moving her legs back together and holding the girl more as I'd seen her hold Amy at home in the past. Her mouth came down to the girl's ear and both hugged the other lovingly for several minutes, remembering almost as the song ended, to move again with the music. As the song ended, they returned to the table. It was neat, I thought. My mom was flushed, looking as if she were blushing but the blush went down her chest far enough that it disappeared into the low cut top on her smooth breasts. It was slightly mottled looking on the broad expanse of chest. And as she looked at me, she blushed for real. Then I smiled brightly at her pleasure and at the added redness of her cheeks. Her apprehensive blush changed to an answering smile. Then I looked at the girl. I was surprised to see that she was probably only a little older than I am. Maybe 16 or 17, but no older. Now the girl, also flushed slightly, ...